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levigarden999 · 1 month ago

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you're feeling insecure ⋆˙⟡ famous!bakugo x reader

༉‧₊˚. theme : bakugo being a softie 'cuz you're feeling insecure about yourself

༉‧₊˚. warnings : suggestive language

ever since your boyfriend!bakugo became a professional in saving human lives, he also became famous. of course, he was a great hero so it was only natural for him to be in the news and interviews constantly. however, you weren’t expecting how… boldly people would react to his attractive looks and muscular body.

you were jealous. there was no denying that.

every time you scrolled tik tok or watched instagram reels, he popped up on your screen. and every time it happened, you would expect it would be just a regular news clip where he blew the villain up or saved a kitten from a tree. but no, they were fucking edits. edits of your goddamn boyfriend.

the edits were high quality 4k thirst trap footage of what was yours, hundreds of thousands of likes on each of them and hundreds of girls screaming and simping in the comment section.

once again you were met with this kind of video – this time it was an edit of a fight which happened a few weeks ago. in that fight bakugo got slightly injured. you remembered how he came home that night with a ripped hero suit which was dripping blood and you nearly collapsed from worry. you remembered how bakugo spent the night curled up in your arms, the only thing soothing him from the intense fight was your touch and coos.

but now, there were edits of that same damn fight that had injured him. a slow motion clip of his grin when he had finally made the villain collapse, a sensual song playing in the background as the clip zoomed and lingered on his scarred abs which were now visible through the ripped suit.

and once again, you made a mistake with opening the comment section.

raw next question

5 mins and a hair tie

born to ride forced to scroll

ughhh i need him so bad

your jaw clenched in anger and jealousy as you read through the lewd comments.

however, the worst moments always happened when you two attended those absolutely ridiculous interview events where fans were allowed to attend as well. bakugo was practically forced to attend – because he probably drew in the most fans from all the heroes there – but he only accepted the offer if you could come as well. you obviously said yes, there was no way you’d leave him alone in the middle of those squealing girls.

tonight was the worst.

you and bakugo were standing in the middle of a red carpet, reporters and cameras and fans surrounding you. luckily the fans were isolated from the actual carpet with a fence, but they were still far too close in your opinion.

bakugo stood beside you with a black suit on. he was so effortlessly handsome with his unkempt hair and stoic face. hell, why did he have to look so good?

as reporters pushed the mics in his face, you tightened the grip around his arm. cameras flashed and fans screamed.

”so, dynamight, i heard you were offered to model for calvin klein? i’m sure your fans would love this to happen! what do you think about it?” a middle aged woman reporter asked, beaming. she completely ignored your presence even though you shot her a dirty look.

bakugo scratched the back of his neck and scowled, as if he had no idea what she even talked about. he probably didn’t, because he had told his manager to turn off any sponsor ship offers like that.

”klein’s clothes are low quality anyway, so no. especially the underwear” he grumbled, trying to push the mic away from his damn face. you couldn’t help but smirk a little, he was so polite yet rude at the same time.

”o-oh! well, i bet your fans are disappointed!” she continued with those annoyingly red lips and flashy smile. ”what do you think about your fans, dynamight? you sure have a certain audience, don’t you?” she continued pressing.

at that, the fans surrounding you squealed and screamed to the point you were sure your eardrums exploded. katsuki only frowned again and very openly rolled his eyes.

”they’re fans, nothing special. now, if you’ll excuse me-” he said more firmly and wrapped an arm around you as he began to lead you inside the extravagant hotel to the actual event. you couldn’t help but smile proudly, knowing that bakugo was mostly just absolutely irritated by his childish fanbase.

the girls giggled and tried to ask bakugo for an autograph or a selfie, anything. you glanced over at them and immediately felt your stomach drop – they were so beautiful. tiny dresses and tits spilling out and big lips and wide eyes were everywhere.

all for bakugo, your boyfriend.

you felt your chest tightening, your confidence suddenly crumbling to pieces.

you heard their screams, even the whispers and giggles.

”he’s so much hotter in real life”

”is that his girlfriend? she’s not even all that”

”katsukiii! i love you!” someone even cried and sobbed while someone else threw a pair of goddamn pink panties on the red carpet, with the words dynamight on the front.

as you finally made it to inside of the hotel, you were already on the verge of tears. you rarely ever attended these events with him which was why you weren’t used to the intensity of everything. you were holding back tears, hands gripping his big arm harder than you realized.

”you okay?” bakugo suddenly asked, softened red eyes down at you, a slightly concerned arch between his eyebrows.

you turned your head up to him and gulped the lump down your throat. maybe the girls were right. maybe you didn’t deserve him after all.

”y-yeah” you mumbled. however, bakugo knew better. he noticed the way you suddenly took your hands off from him and fixed the straps of your dress to hide your cleavage. he noticed the way you crossed your arms over your stomach. he even noticed the way your shoulders slumped a little – you were trying to hide yourself from him.

bakugo wasn’t having anything of that. no way his beautiful, kind, amazing girlfriend was feeling insecure.

without any words he grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, to a hallway which was in a secluded place.

”katsuki, what-” you tried to ask with a shaky tone, but you didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence. his soft lips were on yours, warmth spreading all over your body as he expressed his love which was meant personally for you.

his large, scarred hands held your cheeks softly, thumbs rubbing against the skin there as he gently moved his lips against yours. there wasn’t any tongue, anything forceful or desperate – it was a confident yet gentle act which's purpose was only to remind you that he was yours.

as he pulled back, your eyes were slightly widened, mouth still agape. your mind had been emptied with a single kiss – the thoughts of inferiority forgotten as you stared at the red eyed, firm looking man in front of you.

”don’t hide yourself. and stop that overthinking, there’s no way you actually think you’re inferior to those ridiculous girls” bakugo nearly hissed. he wasn’t angry at you though, he was angry at his fans who had made you feel like this.

”i- no, i just, they’re all so pretty-” you stuttered out, arms wrapping around your body again.

”nuh uh, don’t even go there, beautiful” he stopped you from talking again and looked down at your body while his hands wrapped around yours to stop you from hiding yourself again.

bakugo sighed and let your hands go, but instead placed them on your hips.

he rubbed his hands up and down on your sides, the warmth of them coming through the fabric of your dress.

”you know i goddamn love every inch of you. don’t ever say you aren’t beautiful or that those extras are prettier than you” he grumbled, a hint of firmness yet affection mixed in his tone. his hands ran over your stomach now, to your chest and behind your back to your ass, until they were on your sides again.

he leaned down, warm breath fanning against your neck now.

”you want proof of how i think you’re the most fucking beautiful woman i’ve ever seen?” he murmured against your skin and before you knew, he pressed his crotch against your thigh. you could only feel his hardness poking against your skin and it made you blush.

”here. your sexy ass manages to get this reaction out of me even after all these years. i touch your body for one second and i’m hard as fucking titanium”

you giggled.

bakugo pulled back and his eyes softened a little as he searched your face. it was the look of love, adoration.

”i’ve seen at least a million fans of mine throughout these years. and you know what? every time i’ve wished they were you. but of course, they haven’t been” he admitted with a small chuckle.

his hands roamed on your sides and hips again.

”sometimes i get through the fucking stupid fan meetings only by imagining you at home, safe and curled up on couch. the fact i get to come home every night to… you. it’s a thought that keeps me doing this shit, really” he continued and you could tell there was a hint of blush on his cheeks. the poor man was embarrassed.

you snickered and took his face in your hands, a gentle and loving smile spreading on your lips.

”imagine the reporters seeing you all soft like this. it would make a headline” you teased. bakugo only huffed and blushed deeper, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

”shut your pretty mouth, brat. don’t tempt me to shut it for you”

your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck as you smirked, playfully challenging him.

”oh? and how would you do that, dynamight?” your voice took a much more seductive turn.

fuck. he absolutely loved the way you drawled out the dynamight. bakugo’s eyes visibly darkened and his jaw clenched.

before you knew it, he grabbed your hand from behind his neck and pulled you away.

”let’s get home and i’ll show you, fucking minx”

now as you walked out through the very same sea of fans, you smiled smugly and walked proudly beside him, giving all the girls dirty, knowing smirks.

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pochaccoups · 7 months ago

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facetime — choi seungcheol & yoon jeonghan

pairing — choi seungcheol x yoon jeonghan x f!reader

summary — when three people in a relationship want to fuck but one of them is in a different country, facetime comes in pretty handy.

wc — 4k

warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut, established polyamorous relationship, threesome (technically), phone sex, butt plugs, anal and vaginal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation, so much dirty talk, soft dom!seungcheol, brat tamer!seungcheol, prone bone, creampie, slight daddy kink, reader referred to as a girl, a lot of ‘cheollie’ and ‘hannie’ sorry but i think they sound cute

author’s note — umm hi can u tell i had so much fun writing this …… this will be part of a poly jeongcheol series i have in the works so pls stay tuned and enjoy !!! :>

seungcheol: just finished up the show, what are you up to?

jeonghan: busy.

Attached is a photo that’s slightly shaky and dimly lit, but Seungcheol can make out every detail of you with Jeonghan’s cock halfway down your throat.

It takes less than a second for Seungcheol’s caller ID to pop up on Jeonghan’s phone screen, and Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“Yah… You know I hate being left out,” is the first thing Seungcheol says. The sound of his deep voice makes you draw your mouth off of Jeonghan.

“Cheollie?” you ask, beaming as you snatch your boyfriend’s phone from his hands so that you can see your other boyfriend through the screen.

“Hi, pretty,” Seungcheol says, waving. He looks hot, but that’s a perpetual characteristic of his. He hasn’t removed his makeup yet, and his hair, getting longer, is still styled from the show. “Miss me?”

“So much. We both do,” you say with a grin. You make a show of mouthing at Jeonghan’s cock for the camera, sticking out your tongue so you can slap the tip on it, swirling it around, all with a faint mischievous gleam in your eyes at the sound of one boyfriend’s whines and the other’s sulking.

“Yeah? Doesn’t really seem like you do,” Seungcheol says, laying back on a bed that’s way too soft, too cold, too far away.

“Seungcheollie, you know how needy our girl is-ah,” Jeonghan pipes up, moaning as you wrap your lips around him and bob your head up and down.

“I do know, and you’re not innocent either, Jeonghan. You miss getting your pretty little ass fucked, don’t you?”

You worry Jeonghan will bust then and there from the way his cock twitches in your mouth, but fuck was Seungcheol right. It’s why you all prefer to have sex with all three of you present, because at this point having someone missing feels… weird. Not bad. Definitely not. But the absence of a third lover becomes far too apparent.

Right now, you and Jeonghan don’t have much of a choice though. Duty calls, meaning Seungcheol is touring on the other side of the world—has been for the last two weeks and will be for another two weeks. Jeonghan would be with him if it weren’t for his enlistment. Alas, you have Seungcheol’s voice to do what it does best: tell you two exactly what to do.

“Take all of him, baby, you know you can,” he says, soft and slightly commanding in a way that makes you want to do good just for him, make him proud. And you’ve taken Seungcheol, who’s a little longer and far thicker, all the way down your throat many, many times before that swallowing Jeonghan’s entire length feels like a mere warmup.

Pride swells through you when your two boyfriends curse above you, filling you with an eagerness to give them more. So while one of your hands holds the phone, albeit shakingly, your other hand pumps the base of Jeonghan’s cock, in rhythm with your mouth as you bob up and down. It’s wet and obscene, the way you lap up the precum that leaks from your boyfriend’s tip only to let it spill from your lips and drool all over him, all over your fingertips.

Your eyes never break away from Seungcheol, who’s chewing on his bottom lip and staring at you with eyes that are both clouded over with desire and dark with concentration. If you know your boyfriend then he’s thinking of all the things he would do if he was in the same room as you two.

Jeonghan doesn’t expect it when one of your spit-slick fingers creeps down to his ass and traces his hole, and he squirms and cries as you prod at his opening before pushing inside. He’s taken Seungcheol many, many times, too, that your finger should feel like a warmup, but two weeks without his boyfriend’s cock stretching him out is torture, so the slide of your digit in and out is a sweet relief that he’s forgotten.

You pull your mouth away from him, sitting up on your knees so that you can angle the camera for Seungcheol to watch as your finger dips in, all the way to your knuckle, then back out of Jeonghan’s hole.

“He’s so whiny today, Cheollie.”

“Mm, more than usual, huh?” he replies, licking his lips, his hand reaching to his crotch to palm at it just a little. He thinks about how his fingers are twice as thick as yours, how Jeonghan would sob if it was his hands inside him.

“He misses your fat cock,” you say, and Seungcheol feels his sanity jump straight out of his hotel window. You’ve always proven detrimental to his patience and self-control, taking years off of your poor boyfriend’s life with your bratty ways. “Right, Hannie?” you say, right as you pull your finger out of him, grinning as he squirms and curses under his breath as a reply.

You only stop fingering him because you have an idea. With the phone still in hand, you dangle yourself off the side of the king bed to open one of the bedside table drawers, grab the silver heart-shaped plug and bottle of lube, then clamber back between your boyfriend’s legs. Jeonghan watches with glistening eyes as you drizzle the plug with lube. Once it’s drenched, you flip the phone camera around, letting Seungcheol watch as you press the tapered end of the plug against Jeonghan’s hole. The cold toy makes him flinch at first, and he shudders as you circle his rim with it until he’s thoroughly smeared with the sticky liquid.

The sound Jeonghan makes when you push the plug inside of him is pitiful, and it’s in harmony with a deep groan of approval from Seungcheol. You’re the furthest one from dominant among the three of you, and yet you have these men dangerously wrapped around your finger. Your men.

“There,” you say, content, like you’ve just painted a masterpiece—and your boyfriend’s pretty ass with a cute heart-shaped butt plug nestled inside comes pretty close.

“That’s my girl. So thoughtful,” says Seungcheol, and his praise ignites you with a sense of accomplishment that rivals the highest of promotions.

“Can I make him eat me out now?” you ask, because it’s Cheol who does this best; sets the pace, tells you what to do, lets you sit in the palm of his hand while he does all the thinking for the three of you. A true leader, through and through.

“Keep sucking Hannie off, baby, just for a bit,” is his instruction. It would be easy to disobey him, yes, to disconnect the call and turn off the phone if you so pleased, but the thing about Seungcheol is that even when his voice is soft, it still commands.

You pout only for the sake of pouting because, really, having Jeonghan’s cock in your mouth is one of your favourite pastimes. You waste no time swallowing him all the way down to his base again, only to pop right back off him just to hear a tortured moan from him. You fall back into an up and down bobbing rhythm then, steadily, lips wrapped tight around your boyfriend’s length in the way that you know won’t make him last long.

“Jeonghannie,” Seungcheol calls out, but the man in question is too busy whining and whimpering to hear him. When he’s close his brain all but shuts off and the only thing he can do is take whatever he’s getting with pretty, pretty moans.

“Baby, don’t let him cum yet,” Seungcheol urges you instead.

Jeonghan nearly sobs this time when you pop your mouth off his cock, but there’s a force in Seungcheol’s voice that compels you to listen. “Yes, daddy,” you say—the cherry on top.

Seungcheol drags a hand over his face, groaning. “Fuck, you two want me dead, huh?”

“Yeah, well, you two are disgusting… and annoying,” says Jeonghan, who sounds thoroughly irritated as a cute frown knits his brows together.

Poor, poor you, with not one but two needy, jealous boyfriends who can’t stand not being the subjects of all your affection. If it was you in Seungcheol’s position, alone on the other side of the world, you would never get this sulky. You’d be completely rational about it. Obviously.

The urge to soothe Jeonghan comes as an instinct, one that makes you crawl up from between his legs so that you can straddle his slender waist and kiss his pouting lips. He melts into you when you do, mouth moulding against yours so sweetly, his hands falling to your waist and the tips of his fingers dancing softly against your skin. The Facetime call is forgotten, much to Seungcheol’s dismay, as you drop the phone to the bed in favour of cradling Jeonghan’s cheeks in your hands so that you can kiss him harder. Your crotch, still clothed, rocks back and forth over his erection and soon you’re moaning into one another’s mouths, muffled by your tongues that are swirling together.

Jeonghan doesn’t have half of Seungcheol’s strength to manhandle you around, so he opts to gently guide you off his lap and onto the bed until you’re underneath him. He kisses you once, twice, thrice, leaves you reeling as he moves on to pepper your neck with soft nibbles and scrapes of his teeth. He pulls away for a moment only to drag your t-shirt (one of Seungcheol’s, of course) up and over your head.

Now that you’re less occupied with Jeonghan’s lips, you pick up the phone again and bring the camera up to your face, grinning at Seungcheol’s small pout on the screen. If you could only hop through the phone and into his lap, you would do it in a heartbeat.

“Cheollie, wanna see your cock, please,” you say, shivering as Jeonghan mouths at one of your nipples. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue as his hands reach up to grasp your tits delicately, and you sigh when his warm, wet mouth envelops one of your hardened buds.

“Not yet, baby, I’ll take it out when Jeonghan fucks you, okay?”

Seungcheol chuckles fondly at your unhappy hum, so he adds, “I wanna cum with you two, yeah?”

“Okay, fine- wait, Hannie,” you whine. “My boobs.”

He peers up, already between your legs, having decided he was done giving attention to your tits. You see right through it—your boyfriend is nothing if not vengeful.

“You’re too spoiled,” he quips, peeling your shorts and panties down your legs, exposing your drooling pussy to him.

“And you’re used to Cheollie doing everythi-ahh!” Jeonghan cuts you off when he licks your cunt without warning, sending your eyes rolling back into your head and your hand grabbing a fistful of his now-short hair. He’s far from rough and aggressive, but it’s precisely the patient softness of his touch that leaves you keening for more.

“Baby, can you do me a favour?” Seungcheol asks, practically cooing as he watches your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

But all you can focus on is the way that Jeonghan’s warm tongue flicks lazily over your clit as well as the grip of his fingers on your thighs.

“Baby?” Seungcheol tries again, only a little louder. This time your eyes flick to him on the screen and you make a little affirmative noise. “Will you flip the phone screen around for me, please? I wanna watch Hannie eat your pretty pussy.”

You do as he asks, pointing the camera to give Seungcheol a view of his boyfriend between his girlfriend’s thighs.

“Good girl,” he says, breathier now, his tone darker. It’s deliberate; malicious, you would say—his praise makes you a whiny, needy mess. His voice alone turns you into a slut and he knows that because you’d told him that, word for word. “And since I’m not there, can you play with your tits for me, baby? The way that I would do it? I know it’s not the same, but it’ll still feel good.”

“Mhm,” you moan. You find yourself closing your eyes as you let go of Jeonghan’s hair and bring your hand to cup your own breast, to squeeze and grope at it, to tweak and tug at your nipple, all while imagining that you’re leaned against your boyfriend’s sturdy, broad body and that it’s his big, unrelenting hand cupping your tits and not your own.

At the same time, Jeonghan eats your pussy like the fiend that he is. Unlike Seungcheol, who lacks the control to stop himself from ravaging you like an animal until your pussy is raw and puffy, Jeonghan is much more, as he is in all aspects of his life, calculated. He’ll string you along with swipes of his tongue that seem coy until he’s making passes through your folds, prodding at your dripping, awaiting entrance. He licks into your hole and sips at your arousal like it’s honey, intent on making you fall apart slowly.

“How does his mouth feel, angel? Tell him,” says Seungcheol, whose lips have gotten swollen from his relentless chewing on them.

“God, Hannie, feels so good,” you squeak, your eyes still screwed shut as if that’ll help soothe the heat that burns through your body from Jeonghan’s mouth. Your fingers keep pinching at your nipple, and then Jeonghan slips two of his fingers into your heat, sending your hips bucking against his face and leaving you whining desperately, shamelessly.

While his mouth makes out with your cunt, Jeonghan’s fingers dip in and out of you, massaging at your most sensitive spot over and over. He finds it with practiced ease, and he knows by now exactly what kind of vigour it needs to have you crying. He’s practically petting at your insides, your walls clamping around his fingers as your moans start to grow louder.

“H-hannie, I’m close, please, right there,” you squirm as your walls attempt to suck his fingers in.

You don’t see it, but his eyes flash with something devilish. Your other boyfriend sees it, though.

“Jeonghan, don’t even think about edging her.”

Jeonghan smirks with mischief, letting his fingers do the work as he pulls his mouth away from your pussy.

“Let me have my fun, Seungcheollie.”

“If I did that neither you nor her would cum at all,” is your other boyfriend’s response.

There’s silence as Jeonghan ponders whether he should obey or disobey. All the while, you’re mere inches away from your edge, hot with frustration because it’s so close; you’re so close. You just need a little bit more. It’s not too much to ask.

“Hannie, please…”

And he can’t find it in himself to deprive you any longer, so he crooks his fingers and works them as fast as he possibly can until you’re clenching, gushing, writhing all around his hand, wailing his name as you grab at his wrist but he still won’t stop.

“Such a good boy, huh, Jeonghannie? Making her cum so good,” comes Seungcheol’s voice, sounding more breathless with each time he speaks. “Now we’re all happy.”

It’s only once your walls have stopped spasming around his fingers that Jeonghan finally slips them out of you and pops them straight into his mouth, licking them clean of every drop of your sugary arousal. He makes sure to gaze directly into the camera as his tongue laves and swirls over each one of his digits, knowing Seungcheol’s dick is twitching at the sight.

“I haven’t cum yet though. So I’m not happy yet,” he says, dragging a finger out of his mouth with a pop.

You sit up on your elbows with your cute, blissed out features, your eyes falling to his red-hard cock.

“Come here and fuck me, then,” you say, impatient, like he didn’t just give you an orgasm. You paw at the hem of his shirt (also Seungcheol’s) and bite your lip as he pulls it over his head, letting your hands roam over his pale torso.

“Ride me?” he asks. How predictable. If it’s not Seungcheol taking him from behind then it’s you on top of him. God forbid Yoon Jeonghan does the work.

“Actually, I have a better idea. And this way Cheollie can see us both,” you say with a grin.

With the phone on the front-facing camera, you prop it up against the headboard and roll onto your stomach, craning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Like this?” Jeonghan asks, straddling the backs of your thighs.

“Yeah,” you say, parting your legs a little, arching your back and raising your hips—presenting your soaked, messy hole to him. “Try not to get tired.”

He responds with a half-hearted smack to your ass and Cheol scoffs out a chuckle. Jeonghan slides his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, revelling in your tiny gasps every time it catches on your entrance. You’re prepared to whine and nag at your boyfriend to hurry up, but you suppose he’s feeling just as impatient as you are because he’s pushing in before you can even speak up. You look at Seungcheol, mouth dropping as you’re stuffed full with Jeonghan’s cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. His hands land on either side of your elbows so that he can hover over you, reel his hips back, and fuck himself into you like that.

In this position, Jeonghan’s length brushes right against your gummy, sensitive spot with every stroke, making you keen for more even though he’s just started.

“Harder, Hannie,” you sigh, pushing your ass up against his hips.

Instead of listening, he drops his head to the crook of your shoulder and kisses your skin. His breath tickles your ear when he whispers to you: “ah, what’s the rush, angel?”

You turn your head to catch his gaze, to drink in the sight of his face as he takes what he needs from you; his cheeks pink, his eyes tired and full of hunger. His lips, plump and enticing, evoke an unrivalled craving within you and he reads you well, brings his mouth to yours to give you as much satiation as he can muster.

Seungcheol sits, silent, waiting. His patience is mere embers as he watches you two, his boyfriend and his girlfriend, tangled within one another. The wet slap of Jeonghan’s balls against the back of your thighs; the smacking of your lips, teeth, and tongues. He misses it. Fuck, he could go insane.

“Cheollie,” you whine, when Jeonghan’s lips are no longer enough. “Want you to feel good too.”

“Yeah, okay,” he replies, abandoning all semblance of the self-control he’d displayed up until now. It’s time, anyway, he thinks. He’s held off long enough. He puts his phone down and there’s shuffling as he strips himself of his sweat-soaked outfit from the show and settles upon the bed sheets once more.

Saliva pools from the sides of your mouth when he angles his camera to show you his hand wrapped around his thick, erect dick and God, what you’d do to have it bruising the back of your throat until you’re gagging, letting him defile you all while he coos the sweetest of praises at you.

“Daddy, I miss your cock so bad,” you admit in a weak whimper, shivering when Jeonghan angles himself deeper inside you.

“Yeah? Miss how I’d fuck your pretty little mouth?”

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard around me, Seungcheollie,” Jeonghan grits. “Greedy little thing.”

“I mean, it’s our fault one cock’s not enough to make her happy anymore,” says Seungcheol, sighing with relief as he thumbs at his leaking tip, squeezing his fist around it, reminiscent of the way that you and Jeonghan like to tease him.

“Like I said,” says Jeonghan as he pushes two of his fingers between your parted lips. “Spoiled.”

You moan around them, staring straight into the camera as you suck on them, staring at Seungcheol, who starts to pump his hand up and down his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and pretend it’s your hand, or Jeonghan’s hand, or one of your tight, warm holes, but he can’t take his eyes off of his phone screen no matter how hard he wants to, and, well, he doesn’t want to.

He jerks himself off to the same rhythm that Jeonghan’s hips grind into yours. Seungcheol likes things a little faster, usually, more rough, but it’s Jeonghan who’s inside you right now, not him, so he matches his boyfriend’s lazy but not too slow pace, one that’s just enough to give you a gradual stimulation.

There’s something about the whole thing—being fucked on camera, being teased with Seungcheol’s cock when you can’t have it—it has you way more excited than you expected. Way more turned on than you expected. It shows in the floods of arousal that drip from your pussy and dampen yours and Jeonghan’s thighs, in the way you’re whinier and more sensitive than usual.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s own noises don’t help. In fact they spur you on, coax you closer to your edge, urge the heat in your belly to grow. When Seungcheol isn’t giving deep, rasped curses, he’s letting out pretty, breathy, borderline whimpering moans. Jeonghan’s sounds are as angelic as he is. His voice is a holy choir in your ear, heavenly and soft as he gasps with exertion and pleasure; as he does things to you that any God would frown upon.

Jeonghan, too, is more sensitive. With the plug constantly brushing at his prostate, he can’t help but screw his eyes shut and pretend it’s his big, buff boyfriend fucking his girth into him. It makes his thrusts grow raggedy, like he’s more heavy. His body weight presses into you as his arms start to ache just a little. He’s impossibly deep in your guts like this and it feels so fucking good that your brain starts to melt.

Seungcheol recognises the look in your eye—absent, like you’re starting to tap out and letting yourself become consumed by bliss.

“Is she getting close, angel?” he questions, punctuating it with a moan, the slick glide of his hand up and down his cock like music in your ears.

Jeonghan hums affirmatively. “Pretty pussy’s choking me,” he says, his voice cracking, his composure with it. He tries to put more vigour in his thrusts, more determination. The sooner you cum, the sooner he cums.

“Cum for Jeonghannie, baby,” Seungcheol urges softly.

“Cum for me,” Jeonghan echoes. You don’t stand a chance.

The heat inside you coils up, then erupts. Jeonghan fucks you through your climax as you tremble beneath him, crying his name and clawing at the sheets below you.

“There it is, my good girl,” Seungcheol coos, tightening his grip on his cock as he tugs at it harshly as though it could ever replicate the feeling of your warm walls clamping down on him as you cum.

“Ah, fuck,” Jeonghan gasps, dropping his head to your shoulder, cock twitching. His next request is a broken, pathetic moan. “Ch-cheollie, cum with me.”

Jeonghan stills inside you, whimpering softly with every rope of cum that he spills inside you, letting you milk him of every last drop. At the same time, Seungcheol gives a resounding groan as he brings himself to his own release, cum splattering over his toned stomach.

There’s a moment of silence, or, rather, nothing but a harmony of laboured breaths as the three of you come down from your orgasms. You give a noise of protest as Jeonghan suddenly rolls off of you, but his stamina is always drained after sex—especially when he’s doing the work. You shiver, both from the emptiness in your cunt and the cold air that hits you now that you no longer have your boyfriend’s body as a shield from it.

“Seungcheollie’s gonna wanna see your cum leak out of me, you know,” you say.

“You know me so well, baby,” is Seungcheol’s reply.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. He makes no effort to move from his spot, opting to stretch his arm above his head and pat around until he finds the phone. He sits up next to you, points the camera between your legs as he grips one of your ass cheeks and spreads you apart.

There’s a screenshot sound as white drools from your spent hole.

“Seungcheol!” you shriek. “You pervert.”

“Coups-ya, send that to me.”

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OnePlus 13T Full Review: A Next-Gen Flagship That Balances Power, Elegance, and Endurance

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rafecameronssl4t · 6 months ago

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thinking about this TikTok https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6QMnM4U/ and maybe it’s Thornton!reader x Rafe and readers door bell camera is always capturing the two being super touchy and readers parents and even topper always unfortunately end up accidentally watching it bc they check it frequently 🤣🤣🤣

Caught in 4k || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

gif by @1liv

A/n: I LOVE THIS LMAOO here’s the tiktok btw

Warnings: just Rafe being super touchy

Word count: 1,024

MASTERLIST (rafe x Thornton!reader)

The soft chime of your phone alerted you to a text, and when you saw Rafe’s name flash across the screen, a thrill of excitement ran through you. “Here.” the message read, and you didn’t hesitate to spring from the couch and head for the door. Pushing the front door open, you stepped out into the warm evening, spotting him just as he was locking his car.

Rafe looked effortlessly handsome, his stance relaxed, his eyes immediately lighting up when they landed on you. You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face as you practically bounced down the steps toward him, arms already open. He met you halfway, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hands went straight to your waist, then slid lower to grip your ass.

His touch sent a pleasant jolt through you, and you squealed as he effortlessly hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his hips like it was second nature. “God, I missed you,” you murmured, smiling against his lips as he pressed a lingering kiss to your mouth. Rafe chuckled, his hands gripping you tighter, fingers brushing the bare skin where your shorts had ridden up.

“Missed you too,” he murmured, his tone low and warm. He carried you up the steps like you weighed nothing, pausing at the front door. But before he could set you down, one of his hands delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound cracking through the air. You gasped in surprise, your voice hitching as his fingers curled under the hem of your linen shorts, pushing them up even higher.

The cool evening breeze met your exposed ass, sending a shiver up your spine. “Rafe!” you hissed, a mix of shock and laughter in your voice as you squirmed in his grip. You tried to swat his hands away, but he only grinned, unbothered by your protests. “You like it,” he teased, his voice low and smug, making your cheeks burn.

Any retort you had was cut short by a sharp, familiar voice. “Are you two fucking serious right now?” You froze, your head whipping around toward the source of the voice. Your heart sank when your eyes landed on the doorbell camera mounted beside the door, the tiny red light blinking accusingly at you. “Oh my God,” you muttered, burying your face in Rafe’s chest in embarrassment.

“The fuck?” Rafe mumbled under his breath, his brows furrowing as he glanced at the camera. “I forgot my parents installed a new doorbell camera,” you groaned, your voice muffled against his chest. “Yeah, they fucking did,” Topper’s voice crackled through the speaker again, laced with exasperation. “And when they see the shit you two are pulling—” “Shut up, Topper!” you snapped, whipping your head around to glare at the camera.

Your cheeks were blazing now, and you reached for Rafe’s hand, tugging him toward the door. Rafe, ever the troublemaker, turned to face the camera with a cocky grin, raising a hand in a lazy wave. “Tell them we say hi,” he drawled before letting you pull him inside. “That’s still my little sister, shithead!” Topper’s voice shouted from the camera as Rafe shut the door firmly, the sound cutting off whatever else he had to say.

“You’re such an idiot,” you mumbled, shaking your head as you led Rafe deeper into the house. Rafe just laughed, leaning in close to kiss your temple. “Worth it,” he murmured smugly, his tone making it clear that he had zero regrets about his antics.

“And then she gave me the dirtiest look ever,” you scoffed, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it with a sharp twist of your wrist. The irritation from your encounter still lingered, and you couldn’t help but vent as you tossed your keys back into your purse. “Like, what is her problem?” you ranted, turning to face Rafe as he hummed in vague agreement, though it was clear he wasn’t fully listening.

“I know, right,” he muttered absently, his attention flickering elsewhere. “Bitch has never even talked to me—” your words were abruptly cut off when Rafe’s hands found your waist, tugging you closer in one swift motion. “What are you doing-,” you started, but your breath hitched as his fingers toyed with the hem of your tube top. He tugged it back just enough to get a peek before letting the fabric snap back against your skin with a playful smirk.

“Rafe!” you gasped, your jaw dropping in disbelief. “Haven’t seen the girls in so long,” he teased, faking a dramatic frown as his eyes flickered to your chest. “You’re such an ass,” you snapped, trying to sound stern, though your laughter betrayed you. Before you could say more, a familiar voice cut through the air, sharp and disapproving. “Rafe Cameron!”

You froze, your heart sinking into your stomach as your mother’s voice echoed through the room. Slowly, your eyes darted toward the doorbell camera you’d just walked past, the realisation hitting you like a truck. “Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, slapping a hand over your mouth as you glanced between Rafe and the blinking red light of the camera.

Rafe, ever the smooth talker, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, sorry, Mrs. Thornton,” he called out sheepishly, trying his best to sound sincere. The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your mother’s likely glare palpable even through the camera. You didn’t dare say a word, too stunned to move.

Rafe, however, recovered quickly. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you toward the stairs. “Let’s go,” he whispered urgently, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. You didn’t protest, the two of you breaking into a run as you bolted down the steps, bursts of nervous giggles spilling out of you both. Once outside, you scrambled into his car, breathless and still laughing as he started the engine.

“That was so bad,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands as you sank into the seat. Rafe’s grin was unapologetic as he glanced at you. “What? Your mom loves me,” he said with a wink, reaching over to squeeze your thigh before pulling out of the driveway.

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ROMANTIC MOMENTS CAUGHT BY FANS WITH THE BLLK BOYS! 📸

PT 3.

🎥 synopsis: Your relationship with him is already established but fans still can’t get enough of the two of you—always wanting more crumbs. Accidental meetups, funny moments and romantic scenes that get captured or posted by them online offer the world a chance to witness little glimpses of your dynamic with him.

🎞️ a/n: Lowk Karasu’s part feels a little inaccurate but could just be me, also he’s aged up! Honestly this whole series feels very goofy. Ty for reading tho lmao

🎬 characters: hiori y., karasu t., isagi y., michael k., nanase n. and reo m.

Hiori Yo—viral video

Both of you frequently watched the “Compilation of Hiori Yo being a simp for Y/N for 15 minutes straight” titled video that was edited by a fan of his who took the time to cut together all of your boyfriend’s soft moments caught on camera during his livestreams.

The football player would often stream besides playing on the field, wanting to virtually connect with his fans through the screens while also enjoying his hobby of gaming.

During the long hours of talking online—fans would often ask questions about you that he would happily read out loud before carefully answering every single one of them—sheepishly praising you for simply existing including the act of breathing itself.

His fans swore they saw heart eyes appear whenever you were mentioned, showcasing just how whipped to the core he was.

6.5 million views and a comment from:

@hioyooo_16: got caught in 4K

Karasu Tabito—dirtbag picture

Being an average high schooler, then debuting as a football star at 17, and now playing in a pro league—that was the dream for a lot of kids. Your boyfriend worked hard to get where he is now, and according to everyone who went to school with him, one thing was universally agreed on: Karasu was smart and athletic as hell.

So what happens when one of his diehard fans turns out to be a student from the very same high school he once attended?

Obviously, they start snooping around. And somehow, they manage to dig up an old yearbook from your boyfriend’s graduating class—complete with a few random photos left behind by the football team years ago.

Days later, Karasu’s name was suddenly trending. Thousands of fans were tagging him in a post: a grainy photo uploaded by that same fan.

It was a small polaroid, probably taken with someone’s old digital camera after the school’s football team had won the regional title and gone out to celebrate.

And there it was—your faces squished together, both of you with puckered lips, messy hair, and your boyfriend’s whole face covered in lipstick marks.

The PR team was freaking out. He had a great laugh while saving the pic.

Liked by @crowrasu_tabito and 4.3 million others

Isagi Yoichi—loser in love

He did it. He scored the last goal. His team won.

The fans erupted from the benches. Screams, cries, and sobs filled the stadium as the adrenaline flowed through the air.

You were there. Cheering from the first row, tightly gripping the bar before your eyes met his.

And then, as always, you opened your arms waiting for him.

Isagi sprinted across the field, ignoring his teammates’ shouts only to get to you.

It was perfect.

You two were about to be the highlight of the match again. Fans were already hearing the edits with Taylor Swift’s lyrics.

“Where’s the trophy? He just comes runnin’ over to me~”

Sweat clung to your boyfriend’s forehead, hair resembling a bird’s nest but that sweet smile of his was more radiant than ever…

…until he tripped.

He was almost there. Just a few more meters but after the game his shoelaces must have loosened up a bit, causing him to fall face flat into the grass.

Fans were about to erupt again but they stopped midway. You laughed out loud. He stayed there for a good minute before looking up, flustered and grinning.

Isagi simply proved he was in love again—no matter how much embarrassment he just put himself through national TV.

Michael Kaiser—silent or silenced

Your boyfriend had some unhinged fans—the kind who would literally do anything just to see him in person.

Even if it meant sneaking past security just to catch a glimpse of his blond hair and post-game sweat.

Naturally, they were documenting everything on live.

Thousands were watching. Some laughing. Others just straight-up crying at the absurdity of the situation.

What they didn’t know was that you two were mid-argument.

You, sitting cross-legged on a bench in grey sweats, probably his hoodie thrown on, while he stood in front of you, hands waving wildly in the air like some dramatic soap opera character.

They could barely guess what he was saying before one of the most iconic moments between WAGs happened.

You calmly took a sip from your water bottle, slowly pulling down your sunglasses.

Looked up at him with a death stare. That shut him up for good.

It was a rather simple moment but the fans ate it up, especially after a few seconds of you saying something to him before he immediately grabbed your face and kissed you for what seemed like an eternity.

Safe to say, the next day the media was filled with edits of you and he couldn’t help but drop a like for every single one of them.

Nijiro Nanase—personal experience

Your boyfriend was someone who deeply cherished his fans despite his busy schedules—after all, as he often said, they always greeted him with such sweet smiles so how could he not stop for a minute and talk?

Above all, children cutely waving and waiting for him in the crowds made him the weakest.

One of the most well-known stories about his friendliness was posted by a fan of PXG, sharing how they’ve met Nanase in a restaurant near the stadium he played in just a few hours ago.

Turns out the fan was with his 4-year -old daughter at the time (also big fan btw) who easily recognized him before bravely going up to the player with a toothy grin, asking if he would like to take a picture with her.

They wrote how Nanase’s face immediately lit up at the request, granting her wish as well as giving the child some free candy from his bag.

Melting at the sight, your boyfriend—with permission of course—immediately brought her over to your table to show you his new best friend, squishing her cheeks in the process. You two played with her for a long time before waving the little girl goodbye.

1,9 million likes and reposted by @nanana_jiro

Reo Mikage—caught comments

He loved to compliment you day and night without fail, be it in public or private, Reo would always shower you in sweet words that were truly meant from the bottom of his heart.

Sure, he had his official account for media and fans—but he wasn’t super active on it, only following his teammates and you, making it clear that he was taken.

Yet the fans never really saw him liking your posts or interacting much, leaving them to assume he was just more of a private guy.

That was until someone found his other account with a definitely not suspicious name, and the comments that were left on each of your posts—some containing a bunch of hearts while others simply praised you.

He knew he got exposed when the account suddenly gained a few thousand new followers, and how every single compliment he ever left on your photos were now top comments.

Guess, he needs to think of a new username cause @oreo_milkshake has been exposed.

2,2 million new followers and a new story posted by:

@m_reo: whoever exposed me watch out…im coming for you :)

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #hiori x reader #tabito karasu x reader #reader x isagi yoichi #michael kaiser x reader #nijiro nanase x reader #mikage reo x reader #bllk hiori yo #bllk karasu #bllk michael kaiser #bllk nanase nijiro #bllk reo mikage #bllk isagi yoichi

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formulafanfics13 · 28 days ago

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Caught in 4K - LN4

Masterlist || Part 2 || Part 3 || part 4

Singapore was thick with heat.

Not just the kind that clung to your skin and soaked through your fireproofs, but the kind that pulsed beneath the surface, coiled under media obligations and sponsor smiles. The start of a race weekend was always a circus.

And today's press conference had started fine.

Routine questions. Engine upgrades. Strategy speculation. Softball questions from regional outlets about heat and tyre wear.

Until: "Lando," said the journalist in row two, voice sweet but too sharp, "can you clarify the identity of the girl you were seen leaving a club with in Monaco last Friday? Because that... wasn't your girlfriend, right?"

The whole room tilted.

Every driver on the panel turned to look at him.

Max blinked. Charles's jaw twitched. George raised his eyebrows so high they nearly disappeared into his forehead. Even Logan leaned forward slightly, like did we just hear that right?

Lando froze. He didn't laugh. He didn't blink. He didn't deflect. He just froze.

A beat of silence. Then another.

"I-what?" he said, voice cracking slightly. "I don't know what you mean."

But it was too late.

The moment had already hit the airwaves. The broadcast team clipped it instantly. Every screen in the McLaren hospitality lit up with that one sentence, "Because that wasn't your girlfriend, right?"

And she was watching. Right there. Still wearing her pass, tucked into a McLaren hoodie, one leg folded under her on the hospitality lounge sofa. Water bottle untouched. Phone buzzing like it knew.

The room went still.

The intern by the coffee machine slowly turned away. One of the McLaren engineers looked up from his laptop and immediately looked back down. A PR rep muttered "Jesus Christ" under their breath and quietly started typing at lightning speed.

She didn't react. Not outwardly. Not yet.

But the colour drained from her face. Just a little. Her lips parted. Her eyes stayed on the screen as Lando sat there in Monaco lighting, visibly panicking.

"I uh- look, it was nothing. I don't know where that came from."

"Was it someone from your team?" the journalist pressed. "Because the photos don't-"

"There are no photos," Lando cut in, too sharp. Too defensive. "And it's got nothing to do with the race, so I don't know why-"

"Just to clarify," came another voice from the back of the room, soft, curious, twisting the knife, "are you denying you were in Monte Carlo last Friday?"

"Fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath.

Oscar, sitting three seats over, didn't say a word, but looked absolutely horrified.

Carlos turned in his chair, openly staring. Lewis's eyebrows were drawn low, unreadable.

And her? She stood. Slowly. Quietly.

Didn't say a word. Didn't cause a scene. Just walked out of the hospitality suite, sunglasses still perched on her head, water bottle still clutched in one hand.

The silence in the press room was deafening.

Not actual silence, there were still flashes from cameras, the faint clatter of someone adjusting a mic stand, but it was the kind of emotional silence that thickens the air. That presses on the skin.

The kind that happens when everyone knows a line's just been crossed.

Lando's ears were ringing.

He didn't even know what he'd said anymore. He could feel the heat rising in his neck, crawling up to his ears, bleeding out onto the surface of his skin like panic sweat. His knee bounced under the table. He shoved one hand into the pocket of his jeans to stop it from shaking.

To his left, Max leaned back slightly in his chair. His expression was unreadable. Arms folded. Eyes fixed not on Lando, but somewhere just past him, like he didn't want to look directly at him.

Charles didn't bother hiding it. He stared straight at him, brow furrowed, mouth twitching at the corners like he wanted to speak but knew it wasn't the moment.

Oscar sat two seats over, shoulders drawn in like he was visibly cringing. He'd pressed his mic button earlier to answer a question and hadn't let go. Just sat there now with the light still on, lips tight, staring at the table.

Even Lewis was quiet. Still. Watching.

He didn't need to say anything. The disappointment was in the stillness of his posture, the way his jaw tensed, the way he slowly crossed one leg over the other and refused to acknowledge the camera in front of him.

No one joked. No one teased. No one saved him. Because they all loved her.

The grid didn't agree on much, not on strategy, or teams, or who was most likely to go three-wide into turn one without warning. But when it came to Lando's girlfriend?

They all liked her.

She was warm. Funny. The kind of girl who remembered birthdays and asked about injured wrists and meant it. The kind who brought baked goods to debriefs. Who sat quietly in corners of hospitality with headphones on during practice so she wouldn't distract anyone. Who made shy interns feel like someone saw them.

She was real. And she loved him.

Everyone knew it. Which is why they were all sitting there like this. Silent. Frozen. Judging.

Across the paddock, the team principals were spread across the hospitality food court. Casual post-practice energy. Espresso cups. Sliced fruit. Soft chatter over contract talk and tyre allocations.

They were watching the press conference on the mounted screen above the coffee bar.

Christian Horner had just lifted his cappuccino when the question hit:

"Lando, can you clarify the identity of the girl you were seen leaving a club with in Monaco last Friday? Because that... wasn't your girlfriend, right?"

The room stopped.

"What the fuck-" Fred Vasseur said around a mouthful of melon.

Zak Brown, who had been halfway through pouring oat milk into a to-go cup, missed the mark entirely. The milk hit the counter. He didn't even blink.

Guenther stared at the screen like it personally offended him.

"I'm sorry," Andrea Stella said to no one, "is this live?"

It was. The red corner light said ON AIR. The McLaren badge gleamed under studio lighting. And Lando? Lando looked like he'd seen a ghost.

The camera had cut to him close-up now, face tight, lips parted, hands twitching.

Christian was the first to say it. Quiet. Icy. "Idiot."

Otmar shook his head. "She's in Singapore."

"She's here, in the garage," Andrea added, quieter.

Across the room, Toto said nothing. He didn't need to. His jaw was locked. Eyes on the screen. Arms crossed.

A full storm brewing just behind his calm.

Because he'd met her. He'd spoken to her. He'd liked her. And now he was watching a young man with the world at his feet unravel it in real-time, with cameras rolling and microphones hot.

Back in the press room, the moderator tried to redirect.

"Right, let's move on, next question is for George-"

But the tone was already gone.

No one laughed. No one followed. The boys stayed quiet.

And Lando? He stared at the floor, the hum of his mic still live, the press lights suddenly ten times too bright.

The press conference ended without ceremony. No jokes. No fist bumps. No post-interview banter.

Just a quiet "Thank you" from the moderator and the soft clatter of mics being turned off. Journalists filed out slowly, their expressions somewhere between smug and stunned. Even the PR officers didn't linger, they all had damage control to do.

Within minutes, the room was empty. Except for the boys.

Lando sat in his chair like the air had left the room. Hands in his lap. Shoulders curled in. Face pale, eyes unfocused.

No one said anything at first. Then Charles stood. Paced once. Twice. Hands fisting at his sides like he couldn't physically sit still with the rage building in his chest. "What the fuck was that?" he finally snapped.

Lando blinked. Looked up. "I didn't, I wasn't thinking-"

"Yeah, no shit."

Max exhaled heavily. "You couldn't have lied better?"

George leaned forward on his elbows. "Are you serious right now?"

Oscar didn't speak. He just sat there, arms folded, face unreadable. But he wouldn't look at Lando. Not once. Eyes locked on the empty glass of water in front of him, jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.

"Is it true?" Carlos asked.

Lando didn't answer.

"Lando."

He nodded. Slowly.

Charles stepped back like he'd been slapped. "You cheated on her?"

"Yes."

Max's voice was low. Flat. "How many times?"

Lando hesitated. "...More than once."

The silence that followed was visceral. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just final. Like something had split. Like something important had broken between all of them.

Lewis stood from his seat slowly. Walked over to the table and picked up his water bottle without a word. He looked at Lando. Just looked. Then shook his head once, slow, disgusted, and turned away.

Oscar finally spoke. His voice was soft. But it hit like a sledgehammer. "She loved you, man."

Lando didn't move.

"She defended you. Every time someone talked shit. You had everything. And you just-"

He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

And that's when the door opened. Zak Brown walked in first. Andrea Stella followed. They were both mid-conversation, casual, but clearly not happy.

Zak stopped walking. Andrea's smile faded instantly. They both looked at the boys, then at Lando, still seated, still hunched, still small.

"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" Zak asked carefully.

No one answered. Charles sat back down, arms crossed tightly. George glanced at the ceiling like he couldn't believe what was happening. Oscar finally stood and walked toward the door, shoulder brushing Zak's on the way out. "Ask him," was all he said.

Zak looked at Lando. So did Andrea.

"...Well?" Zak asked. "What's the truth?"

Lando opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, "It's true," he muttered. "The question they asked me. It's true." He took a shaky breath, "They asked about a girl in Monaco. She wasn't my girlfriend. I... I cheated."

Silence. Andrea blinked.

Zak didn't move. He just stared. "And you're telling me," Zak said slowly, "you knew she was here. In our hospitality. Wearing our badge. Watching our press feed. And you still let that question hit the air without having the fucking decency to handle it like a man?"

Lando didn't answer.

Andrea exhaled sharply. "Jesus Christ."

Zak ran a hand through his hair. "How many times?"

Lando flinched. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I didn't think it would come out like that-"

"But it did, Lando," Andrea snapped. "It came out. On air. In a press conference. In front of twenty drivers and the whole paddock and her."

Zak's voice dropped. "You embarrassed her. You embarrassed us. And you made this team look like a fucking joke."

Lando swallowed. "I'm sorry."

It was quiet. Weak. Useless. Zak didn't accept it. He just turned to Andrea. "We need a plan. Now. Before this buries us."

Andrea nodded grimly. "Start with a written apology. Then someone finds her."

They both walked out without another word. The door shut behind them. And Lando? Still sitting in the same chair. Alone now. More alone than he'd ever felt in his life.

She didn't remember how she got to the back lot. Only that she'd walked out of McLaren hospitality in a daze, staff looking anywhere but at her, the air around her thick and too hot and silent. The world buzzed but her ears were ringing. The camera crews had moved on. Practice was over. No one followed her.

She ended up behind the paddock tower, a place few people wandered, shaded and quiet, empty folding chairs leaned against a chainlink fence.

She sat down in one. Hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands. Sunglasses on. Phone off. Still. Just still. Until a shadow fell across her. She looked up. Lewis.

No press smile. No soft grin. Just calm, serious Lewis, hand outstretched, voice low. "Come on, darling."

She blinked. Her lip quivered. But she stood. He didn't say anything else. Just placed a hand between her shoulder blades and guided her out of the alleyway, through the maze of back corridors, past catering, past loading trucks.

And when they turned the next corner, Toto. And George. Waiting by a private gate behind Mercedes.

She stopped walking. Her heart broke all over again.

Toto didn't speak. He just opened his arms. And she stepped into them. Buried her face in his shirt. Let herself breathe again.

George rubbed her back. Lewis placed one hand on her hair.

It wasn't dramatic. She didn't sob. But her fingers curled in Toto's shirt like she was drowning and he was the only dry land she could remember.

"Come," Toto said after a moment. "Let's go somewhere quiet."

His office was cool. Clean. A small fan hummed near the floor. There was tea on a side table, untouched. A monitor still glowed with timing sheets.

She sat on the low leather couch. Lewis and George stayed near the door. Toto sat across from her.

None of them rushed her.

After a while, she whispered, "I didn't know what to do."

Lewis crouched beside her. His voice was gentle. "We can book you a flight tonight. We can get you out of here by morning. Or we can get you somewhere else to stay. Whatever you need."

She shook her head. "I'm supposed to be staying with him."

Silence. George looked at Lewis. Then at Toto.

She kept her voice quiet. "He's in the hotel. We're sharing. I just, I don't know what I'm allowed to do. I don't want to... I don't want to cause more mess."

George stepped forward. Sat beside her. "Then don't stay with him."

"I don't have another room."

"Yes, you do," he said simply.

She looked at him.

George gave her a soft, crooked smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "You're staying on the Mercedes floor."

She blinked.

"I'll bunk in with Lewis. He's used to my snoring."

Lewis chuckled, a little tired. "Sadly, I am."

Toto nodded once. "We'll have the room ready in ten minutes."

"But-"

"No arguments," George said gently, nudging her shoulder. "You think we're letting you sleep next to him after what he did? You think we're gonna let you fall asleep wondering if you're even allowed to be angry?"

She swallowed hard.

"You're staying with us. End of discussion," Lewis added.

"And if he tries to find you," Toto said, voice low and final, "he comes through this team."

Something about that made her breath catch. She nodded. Whispered, "Thank you."

George leaned over and pulled her into a hug. "You don't owe us anything. But you're not alone, alright?"

Lewis kissed the top of her head. "Get through tonight. We've got you."

And Toto? He didn't say anything else.

He just placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it the softest squeeze. A promise in silence.

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Secrets In The Night

College!AU (Abby Anderson x Camgirl/Roommate Fem!Reader) 18+

SYNOPSIS: Abby has an unhealthy obsession with watching your videos without your knowledge. She might be slightly in love with you too... but it all comes to a climax (pun intended) when she sees your most recent upload...

WARNINGS: Masturbation, strap-on use (ellie!giving), perversion, onlyfans referenced, exhibitionism, camera fetish, overstimulation, this one is just filthy...

A/N: Once upon a time, I posted this on my old account... We will see if you guys remember who I am.

Hands scrambled for something to hold onto. An iron grip was against the bed sheet underneath the glistening body that rippled with muscle and was shuddering in pleasure. Soft, desperate moans fell from her lips and she chased after that high she’s felt so, so many times before from this sinful little act of hers. Icy blue eyes brimmed with tears, and blonde wavy hair was a mess on the pillow laying next to her lit laptop screen.

She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry out and beg for something, anything, other than these feelings that just wouldn’t go away. She felt like some pervert, staring down at that LED screen and biting her lip raw as her fingers worked inside of her, stretching her out and making her give a shuddery little moan of excitement.

“So fucking pretty…” Her voice was choked and rough, an indicator she had been doing this for almost 2 hours now. She had already cum multiple times but she just couldn’t stop! It felt too good, and you looked too fucking gorgeous in this.

She’s never been a person to subscribe to these things… Not one for OnlyFans, or Patreon, or anything of the sort before. She watched porn for free like the totally normal human being she was. So why the fuck did she pay for this; pay for you?

The answer was simple… you slept twenty feet away from her in your own twin-sized bed. In the photos on your account, she could see her posters on the walls, and in those videos you made, she heard the sound of the TV playing from the other room where she was residing on a sofa and completely oblivious to what you were doing inside of your shared bedroom.

You had told her that the camera equipment was for a project… It was for some extra credit assignment from your photography professor and your parents lent you the money for the high quality camera. Was that even true? Did they lend you the money at all or did you pay in full? You must have; your parents never approved of your photography class and would certainly never entertain the idea of getting you the 4K camcorder.

That was the first red flag. If it was photography class, why did you need a video camera? On many occasions, She would come home to the bedroom door, or the bathroom door locked tight and she was so frustrated that she ended up using the toilet down the hall, or simply leaving again to go somewhere and kill time. She didn't know what you did behind those doors… but she did now.

So many pictures, so many videos, so many things that she didn't know happened only a few feet away from her! One video was even titled "Watch me cum in my roommate's car!" And she could hear her own fucking voice in the recording! You had snuck a remote control vibrator inside of yourself and she was simply holding a conversation with you while you squirmed and wiggled in your seat.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen… your eyes rolling back in your head while you tugged on the fabric of your skirt and gave a few series of whimpers that Abby simply ignored. How did she not notice it happening when it did?

It was never intentional for her to find out about it. She saw your 1099 Form on the countertop with your name on it and her curiosity was so overwhelming. Why did you have a 1099 form? As far as she knew, you worked your job at the college café, and she's been helping you with your taxes. Why didn't you tell her about it?

And then she saw the amount. $528,100.98?!?

What in the fuck did you do to make over five hundred thousand dollars last year alone?! Something wasn't adding up for her, and she was beyond concerned. What did you do to get this money?

She looked up the address of the location and found that it was tied to the headquarters for the OnlyFans website. And everything just spiraled out of control.

It was purely research at first. Hell, she didn't even expect to actually find your account. It wasn't exactly difficult, though. It was almost the same name as your Instagram, which did not mention the OnlyFans account. Makes sense, your family follows that account and the last thing you would want is for them to find your online video porn.

It was $10 to subscribe to your account. She paid for it, not really considering the consequences of her actions… she had thought you were attractive before. Every once in a while she would catch herself staring at your ass, or when you'd wear those short pleated skirts. You wore thigh-high socks once and she was convinced that you were trying to get a rise out of her…

And then she saw this side of you. The wild, aggressive side that no one knew about. You were so nice, sweet, and gentle. You wore soft colors and always cleaned your shoes when it rained. You baked muffins, and you would giggle whenever she told a horrendous dad joke that was too precious to not adore. You were her innocent little roommate…

In the days after, she had watched you do the most sinful things. Your toy collection was intense. One of your dildos was shaped like a horse dick, and you could take it all the way down to the hilt. All 13 inches fit inside of your cunt, and she had to cover her mouth after she heard your wetness slick across the surface and how you shamelessly cried out when she wasn't home.

All of your videos and pictures were solo. You did it all by yourself and made it well known that you were single by choice to her and to all of your friends.

Things had spiraled out of control, alright? Every night, the blonde would sneak off to the bathroom or hide in the laundry room as you slept peacefully and finger fuck the everloving shit out of herself while watching you either ride something, or simply touching yourself. In public, in her car, on the couch you two shared together, in the shower, anywhere you could imagine… It's where she found herself now.

You were staying with a friend tonight, and that meant she got to cum until she couldn't breathe. Those pretty noises that you made, how your thighs trembled as you held that vibrator against your clit, your eyed rolling back in your head as you grabbed at something on your mattress… oh fuck, you were holding onto her hoodie. You were burying your face into the fabric of her hoodie as you came on your bedsheets.

"Fuck… fuck! Nnnnnnn…" She saw stars go off behind her eyes as she ground down against her fingers, fucking down onto her hand and riding out that blissfully intense orgasm that almost made her heart stop. Her eyes filled with tears with how hard her orgasm rocked her, and she forced herself to remove her fingers from her cunt, angrily wiping them on her thigh and stuffing her face into the pillow. The sounds from your video continued to play and she angrily closed the window and then slammed the laptop shut.

She hated herself for this. It had gone from a simple look, to a complete and utter obsession. Her pillow was covered in a t-shirt… your t-shirt. She inhaled your scent, reveling in the sweetness of your body mist and remembering how it hugged you like a second skin… Sweet fuck, she loved looking at your body.

She had seen you looking in the mirror and hating what you see so many times before. She watched you drive yourself crazy, fussing over potential dates and whoever was lucky enough to take you out that night. You wanted to look perfect, and you had stated so many times how you were “too big” to look perfect in anything you wore.

How could she be supportive without giving away how fucking hot you really were? You were so beautifully soft and squishy, and she wanted nothing more than to hold you all night long and feel your softness against her muscular body. She wanted it so bad. You always complained about how cold you were… she gave you the hoodie to keep you warm in this shitty shared apartment.

And you hid your face in it as you climaxed all over your bed sheets. No wonder you washed them so often…

So lost in her train of agonizing thought, she almost jumped off the bed when she heard her phone buzzing on the table, charger attached at the port. With a shaky hand, she reached out and grabbed the phone, almost choking on her breath.

It was you.

Don’t miss me too much tonight Abby! I’ll see you in class tomorrow, okay? Don’t forget my Peace Tea!

Abby groaned, hiding in her sheets for a second and rubbing away her tears with the fabric on her pillowcase. She heard it in your voice and her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. It was always so hard to talk to you right after she fucked herself stupid to your porn videos.

Don’t YOU forget to actually bring back my charger. Not a fan of charging my phone with the same cord I use to charge my controllers.

She slowly shut off her screen and crawled off the bed, her limbs still slightly shaking as she waddled into the bathroom to sort herself out. It took all of four minutes before she was flopping back down onto the bed, the blonde hair around her face slightly damp and her three fingers on her left hand were wrinkled and pruny… She had them inside of her cunt for at least an hour and a half.

Very easily, Abby drifted off to sleep with her nose pushed into the t-shirt wrapped around her pillow. So sweet and so cute… Abby remembered seeing the fabric of the shirt pushing into the pudge on your belly and it had her body tingle again.

“Want you,” Abby huffed at nothing. “Want you so bad…”

Absently scrolling through her phone on Instagram, Abby didn’t notice you running up behind her, almost pushing her out of the seat she was in by the courtyard fountain. Your hands grabbed at her shoulders and she jerked forward before turning her head up and looking to see your face. For a brief moment, Abby remembered how you looked when you went full ahegao for a photo and her cheeks warmed up. It was easy to blame the cold weather though.

“Yay, It’s my favorite person ever!” You cooed sweetly, sitting on the seat next to her and removing something from your bag. Before she could ask what it was, you placed her cord on the table and grinned. “I didn’t forgeeeet…”

“I didn’t either,” Abby placed a large orange can on the surface, seeing the label that read PEACE TEA, MANGO GREEN. You immediately cracked it open and took a very big drink from the can, moaning obscenely loud at the taste on your tongue. The blonde was immediately reminded of the many videos she saw last night. And once again, what were you wearing? That fucking hoodie…

Abby bit her lip and looked away for a second, but immediately tore her eyes back to you and stared at what she could see of your neck… the collar pulled down and Abby inhaled, hard. A large purple welt was inside of your skin, blistering that complexion and making her see red. Was that a fucking HICKEY?

“W-What is–” Abby reached out, grabbing the collar of the hoodie and tugging it down in order to see the bruise that was dark, angry, and had obvious teeth marks. You reacted like she just tried to stab you, grabbing at her strong wrist and jerking back enough that your ass slipped on the table. “The fuck is that?”

“Nothing!” You said, way too fast. “N-Nothing, I just uh… I burnt myself with my curling iron, that’s all.”

Abby scoffed. “Yeah, I said that too in tenth grade.”

“Dude, I’m serious!” You said, gently shoving her at the arm. Abby rolled her eyes and took a long drink from the hot coffee cup sitting on the table in front of her. When she didn’t respond, you pushed her again, and she simply shrugged her shoulders, trying not to look bothered. “Abby–”

“S’not my business,” She said flippantly, putting on a stern face. Of course, her cup crumpling under her grasp told a different story. “Can fuck whoever you wanna, I don’t care.”

When you got quiet, Abby realized her mistake but all too late. When she looked back up at you, she could see how your eyes glossed over and your bottom lip quivered. Why did she have to say it like that? God, she may as well have called you a slut! Her heartbeat raced all the way down to her toes as she went to apologize. “I didn’t mean–”

“I-I’ll uhm…” You stood from the seat, brushing your hands down over your thick thighs and readjusting the waist of your jeans. Abby gulped, trying not to stare at your soft figure. “I’ll s-see you in 3rd period, Abby.”

And as fast as you were here, you were gone. Her palms felt sweaty, and not from the drink she was holding… All it took was one wrong flex of her muscles and her triple-shot irish-creme latte was splashing all over her hoodie and down onto her legs. Abby jumped from the table, nearly falling in the process as the liquid burned through her sleeve and she immediately yanked off the hoodie.

“Goddammit,” Her words were harsh and angry as she slammed the hoodie onto the table, shaking out her forearm that was already turning red. That’s the last time she asks for them to make it extra hot.

“Drink much, dipshit?” Abby tensed at that voice. Her muscles bristled with hostility and she looked down to see someone skidding to a halt in front of her, kicking up a skateboard on the concrete and into her knuckle taped hands.

“Oh, fuck off, Williams,” Abby sneered at the auburn-haired girl. Ellie snorted, taking a step to her left and purposely standing as close to Abby’s backpack as she could. The one now covered in soy milk.

“Little bunny sure scattered fast,” Ellie tucked a hand into her baggy jeans pocket, her oversized t-shirt wrinkling on the side as she pulled down the sleeve of her black undershirt. How in the fuck did she ever stay warm? Abby had only ever seen her scrawny ass wear a jean jacket or the shittiest hoodie ever.

“What did you just call her?” Abby declared, her hostile side taking hold at defending you. Ellie smirked, stepping a little closer and showing off a very toothy grin.

“She’s like a bunny,” Ellie said. “Skittish and wide-eyed. And the cutest damn thing anybody gets to see. Especially when she wears those thigh-high socks? My god, just want to suffocate in her legs–”

“Don’t objectify her,” Abby snapped, coming to your moral rescue. It felt so fucking hypocritical now. She spent 2 hours fucking herself to your videos and now she was telling Ellie fucking Williams to not talk about you like that. Her rage was very misplaced. She wasn’t mad at you, or even Ellie, but at herself. She really fucked up now.

“Down, dog,” Ellie sat down on the table’s surface and laid her skateboard across her thighs, tapping her fingers against the checkered pattern deck covered in stickers. It was such a play at Abby’s ego to call her a dog. A rumor in freshman year spread like wildfire after an ex of Abby’s said she would growl when she fucked someone. Ellie never let her live it down. “Just saying your roommate’s hot.”

“Don’t you have someone else’s day to piss on?” Abby yanked her hoodie off the table next to where Ellie was sitting, resisting the urge to smack her with the wet fabric. Ellie simply leaned back on the table, her hands touching the surface of the wood and grinning.

“Aw, what’s wrong Abigail? Don’t miss me at all?”

“You were the worst random roommate I ever had,” Abby snapped, tying the jacket around her waist and cracking her knuckles. “I do not miss your midnight Dungeons and Dragons sessions with your fucking friends, nor do I miss the apartment reeking of marijuana.”

“Yeesh, don’t act your age now,” Ellie said. “Just call it weed.”

Abby ran a hand down her face, realizing quickly that this conversation was not worth the headache she was earning. She lifted up her backpack, shook off as much of the liquid as she could and carried it around by the strap. Before she could walk away though, Abby glanced at the table and then back up at Ellie’s green eyes with a grin on her face.

“Might wanna cover your ass, Williams. Now you smell like the shit you hate so much.”

The last thing Abby saw was Ellie jumping off the table and looking at her ass to see coffee stains smearing on her jeans and her thighs. “Fuuuuck!”

When 3rd period rolled around, Abby didn’t see you. Her nerves felt like they were on fire whenever someone would open the classroom door. She looked up, hoping she would see you, and then her expression would drop with defeat.

She had to apologize… Abby had to say she was sorry for what she said to you. But how could she if you had skipped the class?

Abby ended up texting you, fearing the worst.

Hey, you ok? Not like you to be late to class.

It took so much self control not to watch the screen and wait for your response. Her fingers twitched, tapping on the surface of her desk as she tried to focus on the lecture but just couldn’t bring herself to focus. Her phone buzzed and she opened the message, lightning fast.

Didn’t feel too hot. Went home early. Sorry.

It was short and concise… you were still very much upset. Abby turned off her screen and put her chin on her folded up hands, absently listening to what the professor was saying but not retaining any information given. And then her phone buzzed again.

Very slowly, she looked down and saw it wasn’t a text, but an alert from… OnlyFans?

Abby was scared to open it. She knew it was you, but it still made her nervous. Cautiously, she turned the brightness all the way down even though she sat in the back row and made sure her volume was all the way down before opening up the app to see the alert. What did you post this time?

Her stomach dropped and she felt like she could throw up. The title alone was enough to make her feel sick.

Fucked by hot skater girl!!

The thumbnail was enough for her to start screaming… It was you, and who was that on top of you? Ellie fucking Williams.

Abby doesn't have a clue as to why she watched this video. It was making her blood simmer with rage, unyielding jealousy burning a hole in her chest that just couldn’t be extinguished. You lied to her; you fucking lied to her and you had fucked Ellie Williams! AND RECORDED IT!!

It felt like watching a car accident. Knowing that the outcome was pure carnage, but too enthralled to look away from her phone screen as she hid in her car at the back of the parking lot. She felt like some horny teenage boy, sleuthing away from everyone and everything just to watch porn when she should be in class. Fuck fourth period! Abby had to see this!

The video started out tame enough. Abby recognized those stupid LED lights that lined Ellie’s bedroom walls, the brightness up and the hue set to a deep pink, your favorite color. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt as she panted inside her freezing pickup truck. She could see her breath as it fogged up her windows from the inside, watching the video with painful intent.

Ellie was kissing you, and you were reaching up to remove the glasses from her face in order to stop the frames from digging into your faces. For a brief moment, Ellie chuckled and then she shoved you down into the mattress of her twin-bed. Ellie was slipping her hands under your hoodie– fuck, it was Abby’s hoodie too. It probably still smelled like her. Every once in a while, you would ask her to spray that pine scented cologne onto the hoodie so it would smell like her… you told Abby that her scent was calming. It made you feel safe.

Ellie’s long, dextrous fingers slipped under your shirt, her black-painted short nails raking over your soft tummy and squeezing at your thighs. The noise you made was making Abby blush from her ears down to her cheeks.

The process of the video was borderline hypnotic. It was a mess of wet lips, Ellie’s rough calloused hands on your soft skin, your back arching and your hips rising off the bed as Ellie pulled down your panties with her fucking teeth. Abby tugged at the front of her shirt, right over her viciously beating heart.

It should have been her. Abby should have been the one doing these things to you. Abby wanted to be the one that took those clothes off you and made you whimper for her, and for her alone. She was so fucking covetous of you. She wanted you to scream her name and to squirm on top of her as she forced you to sit on her face and ride her tongue to beautiful completion.

Ellie knew exactly what she was doing. She moved with fluidity and skill as her head dipped down between your legs and she immediately dived head first into your cunt, drooling all over you and making you grab at the fabric behind your head– that fucking hoodie again!

You sounded so breathy and beautiful. Ellie growled against you, drooling and slurping as she paused in her movements and zoned in on your clit, making you whine and whimper with pleasure that Abby was dying to see for herself in person.

Abby slammed her fist into the steering wheel, grabbing at the leather with her iron-like grip. The dampness was growing in her boxers and Abby carefully pressed into the seam of her jeans, grinding down against herself. Ellie slipped her fingers inside of you, and the noise you made was beyond perfect.

“God,” Abby gasped as she pushed herself into the seat. “Wanna fuck you…”

Ellie sped up, her hands moving at high speed inside of you and the sound of her fingers working inside of your cunt was enough for Abby to unzip her jeans and slowly push her hands inside of her boxers. She couldn’t stop herself, even if she wanted to.

The second her fingers touched at her clit, Abby was throwing her head back against the car seat, gasping and grinding up against her calloused fingertips. The video kept playing, and the sound of Ellie fucking you without so much as a restraint behind her motions. Abby knew the sounds you were making. Ellie was mere seconds from making you cum.

“Come on, bunny… that’s it, you gonna cum? Gonna cum for me?”

You cried out, pushing both hands into her hair and giving a soft tug to those auburn locks as she dived back down and gave a soft kiss to your clit. Abby wanted to feel your hands in her hair. Abby wanted to feel you grabbing her blonde hair and yanking on it as she ate you out.

“Fuck… Fuck, please daddy! Pleaaaase, l-let me cum– I-- ohmygooood..!”

It was so fucking fast. Ellie wrapped an arm around your hips and shoved you down into the bed. Abby could see the way her fingers indented into your soft flesh and she was practically drooling. She wanted to mark your hips with bruises from holding you down and fucking you senseless.

Her jealousy rose to a new level as she saw Ellie bring you to climax. You sounded so fucking gorgeous when you came, and Abby was so fucking pissed that her old roommate got a front-row seat to seeing her new roommate cumming. Her right hand fisted in her hair as she worked at her pussy with her left one, lifting her knees up onto the dashboard and swiftly shoving two fingers inside of herself. The video was almost an hour long, and Ellie made you cum in ten fucking minutes, flat.

Abby pumped her digits desperately inside of her cunt, watching Ellie unzip her jeans and saw that the girl was wearing a fucking 8 inch strap. She bossed you around, grabbing at your hair and dragging you to the camera’s view and pushing you down onto your hands and knees.

“Come on bunny,” Ellie sighed with that dreamy look on her face. “Suck on daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

Abby huffed, watching your pretty lips wrap around that strap and take it halfway in your mouth, drooling and slurping on the silicone and looking up at Ellie with wide, sparkly eyes. Abby wanted you to look at her in that way…

“Fuck, baby… Just like that, yeah? Want me to fuck you?”

Abby was hanging on Ellie’s every word, basking in her own pleasure as she pushed a third finger inside of her cunt and clenched on the digits stretching her. Fuck, she was so fucking sick for this.

Lost in the pleasure, Abby looked back down at the video when she heard you scream. Ellie had you on all fours and her strong, veiny hands grabbed at your plump, soft rear as she slammed her hips forward and shoved that black, sparkly cock inside of your pussy with one swift motion. You went silent for a second, head back and arms trembling before you started to gasp and exhale, hard.

It was like you had never felt something like this before in your fucking life. Abby paused her finger’s movements, waiting for Ellie to start fucking you… And oh boy, did she fuck you.

Her hands gripped at your hip bones, slamming that toy dick into your weeping pussy like it was what she was made to do. One hand was on your hip and the other slid up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and letting your sounds echo into the room. Ellie’s roommate must have been pissed.

Abby knew it was fucking depraved… She knew that it was twisted and an obsession, but she couldn’t stop. She was addicted to this– addicted to you. Her wrist was screaming for her to stop but Abby refused to let up.

She watched the entire video, and came three times inside of her car.

Abby didn’t know what to expect when she returned home, but seeing you nowhere in sight was not it. She frowned, searching the entire apartment for any sign of your presence… All the lights were off. You didn’t turn on your aroma diffuser, and the window was still shut… You always do the same thing when you come back home. You fill the diffuser with peppermint oil, turn on the lamp next to the sofa, and open the window a crack to let the fresh air in.

Even when the temperature was bitingly cold and you complained about it, you still wanted the window open a little. Abby teased you, but you didn’t care and proceeded to do it until she would close it at the end of the night.

Her heart sank as she pushed her bedroom door open, dropping her backpack and cringing at the scent coming off it. If she didn’t wash it tonight, it would be unbearable by the morning. She slowly pulled out all of her school stuff, placing her laptop on the bed and carrying the bag to the laundry room.

Abby got lost in her head again, fingers twitching a little as she scrubbed at the soy milk stain on the black mesh. Her hands gripped the strap and she inhaled hard… Her mind drifted to Ellie. How Ellie called you bunny this morning, and then how she said it in the fucking video…

“Ride daddy’s cock, bunny… Pretty fucking girl.”

Hands flexed hard enough to tear the fabric in her hands and she slammed the backpack into the washer. Fuck it, she didn’t have to scrub it. Just soak the shit off.

Abby drizzled the soap over the bag and slammed the lid shut, putting it on a delicate setting and letting it run. Fuck, even her shirt smelled like irish creme. Abby ripped the long-sleeved compression shirt off her body, adding it to the washer and walking away from the room. Her skin felt tight on her body, and she just wanted to curl up on the blankets on her bed and sleep until the sun came up again.

Her heart stopped for a second as she paused in the doorway, her hand grabbing the frame as she scowled. What if the reason you weren’t here… was to be with her? What if you were with Ellie right now? What if you were being railed by her all over again? Would you record this one too?

Abby felt dirty. She had to shower.

As quickly as she could manage, Abby was stripping off her clothing and heading into the bathroom where she cranked up the water as hot as she could handle, jumping in and washing away the filth of today.

When she closed her eyes, she thought of you. The way your eyes roll back in your head, the soft giggle in your voice when she tells you something funny, how your legs quivered when you climaxed, the way your head rested on her leg when you fell asleep watching a movie with her… Your soft breathing when Abby would stare at you and dream of how your lips would feel against her own.

Abby wanted to cry. She was no better than any of those other fucking creeps on that website. She was no better than some gross man watching you get fucked by Ellie fucking Williams, getting off to it and then feeling guilty about it afterward.

Everything was a fucking mess. And for some goddamn reason, she just couldn’t fucking stop!

Even after her shower, Abby was right back to square fucking one. Fingers moved against her cunt, focusing on her clit this time around and watching Ellie rail you all over again. You were sitting in her lap as she watched you bounce on her strap, holding you at the waist and digging her fingernails into that soft body of yours.

It gave Abby a new reason to fucking hate her. She takes everything that she wants. Freshman year was spent in torture. Ellie would eat the stuff she labeled in the fridge, would never return her movies, used her Xbox… stole her girlfriend right out from under her. Yeah, Abby and Nora broke up, but Ellie swooped down immediately and Abby felt so fucking replaceable that it hurt.

This was the one thing she didn’t want Ellie Williams to fucking have… and she got you. She got you in her bed, and Ellie left her fucking marks all over you. Bruises on your ass, hickies on your neck, claw marks on your back.

“F-fucking hate you,” Abby huffed into the pillow that your shirt was still wrapped around. She looked at her phone and seethed with rage. You kept calling her “daddy” and kept making those fucking noises that Abby loved so much that she felt stupid. “Little whore…”

Abby had left the bedroom door cracked, convinced that if you came home at any moment, she would notice… but that has never, ever worked before. You were so damn sneaky that you made Abby scream on multiple occasions.

You slowly opened the front door, placing your keys on the hook next to it and peeking inside. The apartment seemed quiet… that was good? Maybe Abby went to sleep or something. With a little breath through your nose, you closed the door as quietly as possible behind you, brushing off the snow on your outfit and in the midst of removing the hoodie from your body.

It was then that you heard it. Hands stopping halfway through taking off her sweatshirt at the entryway, you heard a soft moan come from the bedroom. Abby? Maybe she was sleep-talking again.

You ignored it at first, but then it happened again, and it was followed up with words that felt so heavy and gravelly, you felt color rise to your cheeks. “Gonna f-fucking destroy you… fuck you, bunny…” Abby then breathed out your name… your fucking NAME!! You felt like you were gliding.

Before you know it, you were standing in front of your shared bedroom door and you peeked inside of the room. Your eyes widened and you had to cover your mouth to hide the noise you made. Sweet fucking god, did you die and go to heaven?!

She was watching it… Abby was watching your video that you posted this afternoon… Abby was watching you get fucked by Ellie, and she was fucking touching herself while watching it! The sound of her fingers slipping all over her cunt before they plunged inside of her pussy had your eyes rolling back, the wetness growing between your legs and your fingers twitching on your face as you kept your hands over your mouth.

Ellie’s voice echoed in the room. “Come on, baby… bounce on daddy’s dick like the little slut you are!” It was demeaning and depraved, but hearing Ellie say those words to you last night, you almost felt your heart stop. That skater girl, fuck… Ellie was so hot, and she knew it. Her taped fingers adorned with silver rings, her grunge aesthetic, those black framed glasses, that undercut, and those freckles.

The woman was a walking wet dream. Ellie was hot as fuck, and when you asked her about this, she was all to happy to oblige. She’d never done porn before, but Ellie would do anything you asked if you looked at her in that way that made her stutter.

At some point in the night, you forgot the camera was even there… You were simply in the moment with her, pretending like this wasn’t a way for you to make money but your raw, carnal desire for the delinquent to fuck your brains out.

And then, there was Abby… Abby saying you could fuck whoever you wanted and that she didn’t care. It left such a hollow feeling in your chest. She seemed so flippant, and so unconcerned. Abby didn’t care who you fucked… why did that bother you?

Well, the answer was obvious now.

Your hands trembled as your fingers slowly slipped inside of your jeans, watching Abby with burning intent as she practically rode her fingers to your video. Ellie continued that hot talking, but the words Abby said was what made your cunt throb with pleasure. God, her hands were so fucking big and so strong; Her ass looked so good. And fuuuuck, those back muscles that glistened with sweat.

Why did Abby have to be so fucking hot? And why did she have to flaunt it all the time? Seeing her fresh back from the gym was borderline torture. You wanted her to grab you, pin you down, and fucking destroy you, just like she said she wanted to. How depraved were you?!

“Come on… come on!” Abby huffed through clenched teeth, clearly nearing her orgasm as your loud cries of pleasure echoed in the room. You blushed, pressing your fingers against your clit overtop the cloth of your panties and slowly rubbed. You kept a hand over your mouth, drooling as Abby came closer and closer to completion… It would have been so fucking easy to watch her like this forever. She was so fucking gorgeous.

Oh, but fate was a dirty whore. Your phone slipped out of the front pocket of your jeans and hit the floor. It was so loud in the quiet that you reacted to the noise like a gunshot, stumbling backward and feeling your face go pale.

Abby’s movements came to a screeching halt, sitting up from the bed and looking over her shoulder while putting an arm around her chest to try and hide herself from whoever was behind her, like it was someone other than you. The video continued to play until Abby all but broke her phone’s power switch with how hard she squeezed it, throwing the device away like it was on fire.

In your haste, you had pulled your hand free from your jeans, but the zipper was still down and the denim was squeezing against your lower hips. It was clearly obvious what you were doing, and if that wasn’t an indicator, the slick on your fingers was.

You were frozen in place, body shaking as you looked at Abby’s eyes that refused to look away. She looked as if she could cry at any fucking second. You bit your lip and stepped forward, nerves on fire and hands twitching. Abby immediately backed up, her spine meeting the wall as she grabbed the blanket from her bed and pulled it close to her skin.

“N-no, no, fuck,” Abby immediately started rambling. “M’sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would… god, I’m so fucking sorry! I know, I know I’m fucked up and I shouldn’t have–”

“Abby,” You tried.

“I’m not… I’m not like this with other people, I don’t–”

“Abby.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t know why its like this with you, I just–”

“Abby!” You slapped your hands against her face, squishing her cheeks and slightly crouching down. From here, Abby could see the many hickies that Ellie left on your neck from the night before. The rage began to return at seeing those marks, wishing that it was her that gave them to you. “Stop talking.”

“No, no, I need to explain–”

“You really don’t, honey,” You said in the sweetest tone ever. Abby forgot her point for a second. “You have no idea… how fucking hot that was, do you?”

Abby didn’t say anything until you pinched her cheeks again. “I… I uhm…”

You chuckled, eyes closing for a moment as Abby stared at you. Those beautifully long lashes of yours and that soft blush that decorated your cheeks… She could smell the mixture of your body mist, and her cologne. Abby whined. You looked so gorgeous in her hoodie…

“Honey,” You made her brain skip like a scratched record disk. Her heart sped up and she very cautiously reached out to grab you. Her huge hands hovered just above your hips and you pushed her damp honey blonde hair away from her icy-blue eyes. It just took one glance down at her lips and Abby was done for.

“W-What about–” Abby choked, sitting back for a second to keep you at bay. “What about Ellie?”

You blushed a deep red, and Abby didn’t like that. But your answer was quick and concise. “Ellie isn’t you. She can never be you, Abby… Who do you think I imagine when I make those videos, huh? Why am I always wearing your hoodie in all of them…”

Her icy blue eyes trailed down to your body under the hoodie, seeing how it was loose around you but still so fucking beautiful against your skin. Abby looked at you like she wanted to eat you alive and ruin you until you were sobbing.

“Abby,” You whined desperately. “I can’t take it anymore… please–”

“P-Please what?” She tried to sound dominant, but your presence was holding so much power over her that she ended up stuttering over her words. A blush decorated her cheeks as she felt you slide the pad of your thumb across her pouty bottom lip.

“Please. Kiss me.”

And when she did, there was no going back.

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