darknightmareobject

[darknightmareobject]

aphrodisiac

words: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, drugging, noncon/dubcon, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, female receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy, somnophilia, male masturbation, bit of voyeurism?, mention of plan b, reader is 19 (rafe is like 20/21 but its not explicitly said)

“hey, sis.” rafe calls from the bottom of the stairs. you peak your head out of your room, curls swaying as you look at him. “i made you dinner.” “oh, you did!” you squeal, bounding down the stairs to fall into rafe arms, giving him a big hug as he spins you. “you’re the best step brother ever!”

rafe loves your reaction. something as simple as him preparing some food for you has you hugging and thanking him incessantly, a big smile on your face, so appreciated of the little act. 

“no problem, sis. you’ll eat with me right?” rafe asks, having already placed the meal in the dining room, his plate at the head of the table, yours right next to him. he didn’t want to mix up whose was whose, for reasons you didn’t know yet.

“of course.” you nod, letting rafe interlace your fingers together as he leads you towards the dining room. you look at your place already set, another grin coming to your face. rafe made you soup and already got a big glass of water for you.

“thank you so much.” you hug rafe before sitting down, not realizing how much having your body pressed against his is affecting him.

“of course, bunny.” rafe says, leaning over the side of the table to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, not missing the way a blush comes to your cheeks.

you stir the soup before bringing the spoon to your mouth, blowing on it before taking a sip. “oh my gosh, rafey!” you smile at your brother. “this is so good!”

“im glad, honey.” rafe says, patting your thigh under the table before he works on his meal as well, letting out a breath of relief when you couldn’t taste what he had slipped in. “so, tell me about your day.”

“ugh, well i got into a fight with tiffy…” you begin to recount the details as you eat, not noticing that one of rafes hands stays underneath the table, just out of view as he grinds his hand down against his crotch, not able to control his cock when he’s around you, even your sweet little voice just explaining the drama of your day has him rock hard.

you don’t notice as rafes hand starts to jack up and down, his shoulder barely moving, his cock now free from his pants, praying he cums before you finish your soup, glad that you’re guzzling it all down. he wasn’t sure how much to put in, the secret ingredient he added just to yours. he wanted to make sure it took effect, but at the same time didn’t want to make you pass out.

“and then i took a shower.” you shrug. “boring, i didn’t do anything special. just shaved my legs and stuff. i did do a hair mask actually.” you touch over your curls, hoping they look a little shinier than normal.

“looks good.” rafe says, his voice hoarse, like he’s straining, and you make a weird face for a split second, trying to decipher if something is wrong before you shrug it off, immediately returning to recounting your day. “but i did use this new moisturizer all over, and it smells sooo good. like strawberries mixed with vanilla. just delicious.” you let out a small moan when describing the scent, not even realizing that rafe jolts in his seat, cumming into his hand as he bites his lip hard, barely holding back his noises.

“not as good as this soup though, rafey. thank you sooo much.” you reach over, rubbing your hand over his bicep. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his shorts, letting out an awkward cough.

“its no problem, really.” he shrugs. he feels a little guilty. you're so appreciative, and everything he’s doing has ulterior motives, but then you smile at him, and rafes cock pulses in his pants, and the bit of guilt goes out the window.

--

you sway towards the bed, wondering if you are coming down with something, your body warm, skin sweaty. you have already put on a pair of short pajamas, opting to skip the long set you usually like due to how hot you are.

you flop down on top of the covers, fanning yourself. you close your eyes, trying to sleep, but there's so much heat coming from you, especially between your legs.

“ugh!” you let out a groan, tugging your pajama shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your shorts the next to go. you toss them off the bed and lay back, feeling like you can see your heartbeat through your skin.

you try turning to the side, hoping switching positions would make you fall asleep, but as your eyes close, so do your thighs, clenching them together as you grind back and forth, a delicious amount of pressure on your privates.

you quickly realize what you are doing and flip onto your back, panting heavily. you reach slowly between your legs. you've never masturbated before, but you've heard from your friends and movies what it is, so you cautiously rub a singular finger over top of your underwear when you suddenly press over a part of you that makes your entire body jolt, a moan forcing its way out of your mouth.

you try rubbing harder, focusing on the spot. you aren't even aware of the noises falling from your lips as your hand quickens, gasping out when you realize that your underwear is wet.

you've never felt the weird slickness between your legs before, but it helps your underwear rub easier over your skin, so you ignore it and continue.

before you realize what is happening, a damn breaks and a high spreads throughout your body. you scream out, limbs shaking as you rub yourself, realizing halfway through that this must be an orgasm.

you physically jolt off the bed when you realize that you just screamed out loud. it was only you and rafe in the house, everyone else gone for a weekend trip, but he must have heard you, his room right across the hall from yours, but you have more pressing issues as the orgasm did nothing to calm you down, immediately beginning to rub between your legs again.

you slide your shaky legs off the bed, knowing this isn't normal, the way your body is working. you must be sick, ill. you stumble out of your room and slam your body into rafes door, not caring that you fell into the wood, not when it's so cool and decreasing your temperature.

“sis?” rafe opens the door, and you quite literally fall into his arms.

“some… somethings wrong, rafe.” you pant, hands gripping at his shoulders as he holds you up.

“come in, come in.” rafe says, pulling you further into the room, kicking his door behind you. rafe maneuvers you to the bed, and the second you're sat down on the edge, your thighs are clenched together.

“i-i feel really weird. somethings wrong with my body i don't know, help me please.” you sob, chest rising and falling quickly.

“okay, okay.” rafe says, somehow not seeming surprised about the state you're in. 

rafe places a hand on your shoulder, and you cry out from the touch, feeling like your body is on fire.

“i must have ate something bad or-” you pause mid sentence, realization sinking in. you look to rafe with wide eyes. “what did you do?”

“come on sissy, let me help you out.” rafes thumb sweeps over your skin, forcing a shiver through your body.

“rafe.” you say cautiously, but it turns into a whine when he tugs on the strap of your sports bra.

“it's okay.” rafe says so softly. “im just taking care of you.” rafe brings his other hand to your torso, grabbing the bottom of your bra and pulling it over your head, your arms too weak to do anything but rise up and let him take it off.

you know you should cover your chest, but it feels so good to have your nipples exposed to the cold air as you let out a low moan. rafe pushes your shoulders back, and you fall against the bed without even trying to hold yourself up.

“such gorgeous tits, sis.” rafe leans over your body, hands coming to grip your chest, palms rubbing against your nipples.

“p-please.” you beg. “you're my brother.”

“just your step brother.” rafe bites back. “and i know you'd want me if your mom hadn't married my dad. i just needed to slip a little something into your soup to help you along.”

rafe isn't wrong, of course you find him attractive, but you did everything in your power to set that aside and truly see him as a brother, even if you didn't meet until well into your teens.

“you drugged me?” you squeal, pushing your chest into his hands as he massages his fingers into your plump chest, putting enough pressure to keep you down, not that you’re truly resisting.

“just a little aphrodisiac.” rafe glances down between your legs, your underwear completely soaked. “clearly it worked.” “just… just make me stop feeling like this.” you say quietly, ashamed of what you are asking for.

“yeah?” rafe smirks, immediately starting to move, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. “gonna fuck you so good, sis.”

“you can’t tell anyone.” you remind rafe, even as your eyes gloss over at seeing his muscles. you sit up suddenly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kiss him. you moan against his mouth, pulling him onto the bed before flipping so you’re on top. you make out with rafe, truly not sure if you’re even doing a good job, you’ve never taken anything this far with a guy before.

you grind your hips down over rafes crotch, feeling how hard he is beneath his sweatpants. whatever rafe put in your soup makes it for too easy for you to cum as you already feel your high building again, especially when rafe raises his hands to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking at them while you buck your hips into his.

you pull away from rafes kiss with a squeal as you cum, your knees pressing together around rafes hips.

“holy shit, that was hot.” rafe smiles up at you, a toothy grin that has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“just help me, please.” you beg. rafe nods, flipping you over onto the bed. you shuck your underwear off as he takes off his sweats, frowning when he's still covered by his underwear.

“ive wanted to taste you for so long-” rafe says, shoving your legs open as he lays in between them, his eyes on your soaked cunt.

“rafe, what are you gonna do-ooooh!” you shout as rafe lurches forward, burying his head between your legs. his tongue licks long stripes through your folds, lapping up all of your juices.

“never got head before?” rafe smirks, bringing a finger to your hole, teasing it by simply circling around.

“no, never done anything with a guy before.” you admit shyly.

“aww, baby.” rafe pouts up at you. “i didn’t know you were a virgin. that almost makes me feel bad about this.” rafes feeling doesn’t last long as his tongue is quickly back on your cunt, this time flicking directly over your clit.

you bring your hands to his hair, holding his face into your pussy as you grind your hips. rafe sucks your bud into his mouth the same time his finger plunges into you, forcing out yet another orgasm that has you screaming so loud you’re concerned the neighbors would hear.

“so, so good.” you whine, your clit feeling oversensitive but still filled with need as rafe continues licking and sucking, his finger now thrusting in and out of you.

“can make you feel like this all the time, sis. gonna let me fuck you after tonight right?” rafe asks, barely pulling away from you to speak, feeling the vibrations from his mouth on your pussy.

you don’t answer right away. you feel like you can’t truly give an answer, not when you are so turned on that you feel like you could explode, not as his finger keeps pumping inside of you.

“baby sis?” rafe looks up at you, waiting for an answer. you pull your lip between your teeth, trying to formulate thoughts. “or i can stop right now. if you don’t want to keep fucking me then you don’t need me tonight.”

“no, no, no!” you cry out as rafes finger stops moving. “i’ll keep sleeping with you just-just fucking move! make me cum again!”

rafe sucks your clit into his mouth as he forces another finger in, your walls tight around him but so slick he can move easily. rafe has to press his hips into the mattress as you cum again, giving some relief to his cock.

“fuck, how long until it wears off?” you cry out as your clit pulses.

rafe sits back, wiping his mouth against your thigh to clean his chin. “probably will feel better once i fuck you.” rafe says, in truth he’s not sure.

“fuck me then.” you beg, body squirming against the mattress, sweat leaking from your skin.

rafe nods, pulling his fingers out and kneeling between your legs. he pauses briefly before pulling his underwear off and tossing them away. “i can put a condom on but it probably won’t feel as good.” “just… just buy me a plan b tomorrow, okay? need you to cum in me, i think it’ll help.” you swallow nervously, knowing it’s a mistake, not just letting a guy fuck you raw, but your step brother.

rafe nods, draping his body over yours, knowing you are far too weak for any other position, your limbs jelly from the drugs and the orgasms. rafe reaches down, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort in pleasure.

once he’s all the way seated inside of you, rafe feels your cunt squeeze around him rapidly, another orgasm being drawn out. you pant heavily, worried this will never end as rafe swings his hips out and then back in.

“is it-is it always this easy to cum?” you ask. they’ve all felt so good so far, but you are beyond overwhelmed.

“you’ve never cum before?” rafe asks, grunting as you raise your hips slightly, letting him sink in even deeper.

“not before tonight.” you admit, glancing down your body to see rafes cock entering you repeatedly, making another orgasm rise to the surface as you reach between your legs, fingers pressing to your clit as you cum hard.

“not always, baby. but i promise i’ll make you feel real good, even when you don’t have any aphrodisiacs.” rafe presses his lips against yours, but it’s not really a kiss, not when you can’t stop panting, your jaw slack and unable to close.

“did you take anything?” you question, realizing how hard rafes cock is, how easily he’s pounding into you.

“no, you are just that sexy, sis. i’ve wanted to get inside you for so long.” rafe grunts, making sure he thrusts as deep as possible every time.

“i-i think i’m gonna cum again!” you warn rafe, rubbing yourself to another orgasm, letting out a squeal as rafe struggles not to cum with you tightening around him, needing to get at least one more out of you before he bursts himself.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” rafe groans.

“cum in me rafe, please. i need your cum.” you whine, back sliding up and down the mattress as he fucks into you.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “need your brothers cum, huh?” you know his dirty words are meant to tease you, but you can’t help agreeing. “yes, brother, please, please.”

rafe shifts his weight to one elbow, reaching down with his free hand to swat your fingers away from your clit, rubbing himself harshly, trying to get you to cum at the same time, hoping that will satisfy you.

“close.” rafe warns.

you let out a scream, back arching off the mattress as you cum, triggering rafes orgasm as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up completely, rubbing you gently throughout your high before pulling away. rafes cock softens as he pulls out, flopping on his back onto the bed next to you.

you don’t even give him a second to breath, straddling rafes hips and trying to get his cock back inside of you, but rafe winces as his cum drips out of your cunt. “sis, stop. too sensitive.” he warns.

“i-i still need you though!” you argue. “you drugged me rafe, you have to help!” “here, come sit on my face.” rafe tugs at your hips until you are hovering over his mouth. rafe makes sure to only work his tongue against your clit, not wanting to taste his own cum, even as he feels it falling onto his chin and sliding down his neck.

rafe eats you out through five more orgasms until you can’t kneel above him any longer, flopping to the side.

“fuck me again, please.” you beg as rafe takes the blanket at wipes away his chin and chest.

“i can’t, i’m so fucking tired.” rafe wishes he could get it up, but its late, his body is exhausted, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“you can’t fall asleep and leave me like this!” you scream at rafe, tears falling down your cheeks.

“shh, here.” rafe reaches his hand out, sticking two fingers inside of your pussy, squelching in your wetness. he fingers you until he can’t move any longer, passing out. you continue to hump yourself on his fingers and rub your clit until the need lessens, the drugs begin to wear off, and you manage to pass out next to rafe just before sunset.

you wake up with a groan, muscles sore as you blink your eyes open, bed still covered in wetness.

“hey sis.” rafe says, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, now dressed in his underwear.

“rafe.” you growl out. “you drugged me, you piece of shit!”

“hey, you certainly enjoyed yourself.” rafe argues back, locking his phone screen and tossing it away.

“fuck you!” you shout, launching yourself at your brother. rafe expects you to slap him, or scratch him, but not your lips as you press them against his.

“fuck me.” you ask. “i-i want to feel you when not drugged. you owe it to me. please, rafe.”

“oh baby.” rafe coos, not realizing what he just woke up inside of you. “you don’t have to beg me.”

--

“who did this to you?” your mother screams, ward looking just as concerned. “you’re still a teenager!” “i’m an adult!” you argue back.

“you’re nineteen! you still live at home, you have no job, no money! and now you’re pregnant?” 

“when i find who did this to you.” ward pipes up, an angry expression on your face, completing the rest of the sentence without even having to use words.

“just… go to your room while your stepdad and i talk. i don’t want to see your face right now.” your mother shoos you away.

any other time you would cry at her harsh words, and at disappointing your mom and step dad, but you know what is waiting for you in your room.

“they're pissed.” you pout, falling into rafes arms once your door is closed and locked behind you.

“a little bit longer, sissy. and then i’m getting us out of here. i know it sucks, but i need a couple more weeks to get the money, and then we are gone. anywhere in the world you want.” “tell me again.” you sigh, leaning your head against rafes chest, placing a hand on your stomach, your bump haven gotten to big to hide it anymore.

“just you. me. our baby. no one who knows we are step siblings. i steal the money to get us away, and then we make it legit. find jobs. get married. have more babies.”

you smile up at rafe, pressing a kiss to his neck. 

“i…” you whisper, knowing how dangerous of a time this is for you two getting caught. “i want you again.” rafe smiles. “that baby inside of you has you acting like you’re on that aphrodisiac again.”

“shut up.” you groan, rolling your eyes as you fall back into the bed, lifting your dress up to reveal you aren’t wearing any underwear. “we wouldn’t be going through this if you would have just bought me a plan b that next day like you were supposed to.”

“baby-” rafe shucks off his pants and underwear. “you spent all day riding my cock or begging for my mouth, even when the drugs wore off. i didn’t have any time!” “yeah, yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes. “just get inside of me.”

rafe smiles at you as he lines up with your entrance, sinking in with a quiet groan before leaning forward, feeling your baby bump press against his abs. “i love you, sis.”

“i love you too, brother.”

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[darknightmareobject]

Sophie’s World

⋆ 18+ Only ⋆

All of my works contain dark themes, including dubcon, noncon (aka rape), abusive relationships, forced pregnancy, incest, and possibly more (each fanfic will have individual content warnings)

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE ABOVE THEMES

Recent Fics

Number One Fan ch. V - Rafe tightens his control over you, continuing to shut you out from the rest of the world

Number One Fan ch. IV - your step brother can’t stand to watch you flirt with JJ Maybank, and he finally decides to take what he believes he’s owed.

After Hours Lesson - After class dinner, your professor, Coriolanus Snow, offers you a ride home

Faking It - Rafe gets pissed off after he realized you faked an orgasm

Love Plus One - After you get pregnant with your boyfriend of 3 years, you start to notice him becoming much more controlling of you

Silent Treatment - Your older step brother, Rafe, can’t stand being ignored by you

How a Girlfriend is Supposed to Act - After Rafe catches you texting your friend and saying that you want to break up with him, Rafe decides to remind you of your place

Equal Exchange - After accepting help from a stranger on a back road in the dead of night, you realize Rafe Cameron expects you to pay him back, one way or another

Keeping the Peace - Your life is uprooted after a cocky peacekeeper takes notice of you and decides to stake his claim. Also features dark!Sejanus Plinth

Crocodile Tears - You and Coryo are academy students who were both selected to mentor tributes in the Hunger Games. Coryo becomes competitive and refuses to realize that his unreturned affections have begun to affect his performance. Frustrated by what he perceives to be you leading him on, Coryo delves deeper into his obsession and eventually gives in to the desires he tried so hard to deny

Just This Once - stepbro!Rafe is sick of you being the perfect child in Rose and Ward’s eyes, so he decides to make you a disappointment too

About Me

I go by Sophie! I’m 23 years old and I use she/her pronouns.

I have been writing fanfiction since I was 14 (yes there is an incredibly cursed blog full of kpop fanfic that I wrote in middle school still floating around on tumblr to this day). I first got into reading dark fanfics when I was 19 or 20 and I’ve been writing and posting my own dark fanfics for about 2 years.

Who I Write For

Sophie’s Masterlist

I mostly write for Rafe Cameron and Coriolanus Snow, but I have written for Loki and Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) in the past.

In addition to my Rafe Cameron fics, I have also featured Topper Thorton as a character in a smut. I have one Coriolanus Snow fic that features Sejanus Plinth, and I am planning on having Sej come back in future Coriolanus fics.

Requests

Requests are allowed and encouraged but I can give no guarantee that I will get around to writing all of them. I currently have over 100 messages in my inbox, so if I don't end up taking your request, it's nothing personal, I just have a lot of them :)

Here is a list of what I will not write about

Recs!!!!!

I reblog many fics written by other authors onto this blog but here are just a couple of my favorite authors on tumblr that I have to rec

@cherienymphe

@rvfecamerons

@perlelune

@blueicequeen19

@quin-ns

@proactivetypaperson

@spideyhexx

@youaremyhome

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Can you do reader ignoring stepbro rafe and he gets mad so he sneaks in readers room and eats her out until shes crying and begging for him to stop! Love ur fics💗💗

Silent Treatment

mean!stepbro!Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: noncon/forced sex, incest (step siblings), oral, fingering, forced orgasm, jealousy, controlling behavior, smut

After an excruciating family dinner where you seemed happy to speak with any other family member but him, Rafe glared at you when you were the first to excuse yourself from the table.

He rolled his eyes when he heard your door slam upstairs, but chose not to comment on it in front of Ward, Rose, Sarah, or Wheezie. If they noticed his reaction, they didn’t say anything.

Although they would have definitely noticed how little you had been speaking to Rafe, completely snubbing him at his every attempt to strike conversation with you.

Normally the two of you would be attached at the hip, and only Rafe knew why you were acting differently now.

The blond had chased off another guy that you had been talking to, insisting to you that he wasn’t any good for you, and that he didn’t deserve to date “Rafe Cameron’s little sister.”

You both knew the real reason behind his actions though.

Rafe waited several minutes before excusing himself and then casually walking up the stairs and approaching your door.

He didn’t even bother knocking, twisting the handle and opening the door to let himself in before shutting it quietly behind him.

At the noise, you sat up in bed, and glared at him.

“Leave me alone.” Your voice was curt and resolved, but Rafe didn’t really want to listen to you right now.

“C’mon Y/N, are you really going to do this right now? This silent treatment shit is getting old fast.” When your older step brother sat on the side of your bed, you tensed, scooting yourself away from him a bit.

“I already told you, I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You snapped at him. “You threatened Tyler to get him to stop talking to me!”

Rafe shook his head, his jaw clenching in frustration when he looked at you. He stared at you in silence before chuckling darkly.

“God, you’re such a cunt sometimes, Y/N, you know that?”

You reeled back at his words, jaw dropping in disbelief at his insult.

“Fuck you, Rafe,” you cursed under your breath and you were surprised when his fingers clamped down on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe I will.” His words shocked you, but not as much as the dead serious look on his face. “Maybe that would teach you to not be such an uptight bitch.”

You tried to grasp at his wrist but he swatted your hand away before sliding his hand around your throat and forcing you onto your back.

“Rafe-” you struggled against him when he straddled you, and when he reared his hand back like he was ready to slap you across the face, you tensed up, finally stilling beneath him and looking up at your older step brother with fear in your eyes.

“Relax, I wasn’t going to hit you, sweetheart,” you weren’t sure whether his raspy words were meant to be a comfort or a threat.

You couldn’t speak, too shocked and frightened by his actions to create a sound. All you could do was blink the tears from your shiny eyes.

“What? Nothing to say now, huh?” Rafe mocked you, drawing closer. His breath was hot on your face and his large hand at your throat kept you pinned in place.

You defiantly kept your mouth shut, although you didn’t think you could have made a sound even if you wanted to with Rafe’s fingers starting to crush your throat.

Your silence was short lived however, because you gasped when you felt Rafe’s other hand gently ghost over your clothed core. You jerked away from his touch, but the hand at your throat held you firmly in place.

He shifted on top of you, crawling lower and finally releasing his hold on your neck. Your attempts to shove him off of you were futile, and when his big hands began pawing at your shorts and kneading the soft skin of your thighs, you felt your stomach drop.

“Get the hell off of me!”

He ignored you, unbuttoning your shorts, only unzipping them part of the way before just tugging them down your legs and discarding them behind him. Your heart was beating hard in your ears, and the sound of your rushing pulse made you feel dizzy.

He eyed your lacy pink panties for just a moment before pulling them down, ripping them when you kicked your legs out trying to stop him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed quietly, too confused and embarrassed to be loud enough to attract the attention of your family.

He didn’t respond, but you got your answer when he spread your legs, which you were desperately trying to squeeze together, and buried his tongue into your pussy.

You weren’t sure if the noise you let out was a cry or a moan, but either way, it was loud. Disgust and pleasure sinfully mingled together in your gut when Rafe’s tongue teased your clit.

With his strong arms wrapped around your legs, you had nowhere to go. When you squirmed in his arms, his tongue just licked at you more hungrily, shooting sparks of ecstasy through your entire body.

Your step brother devoured your silky cunt, savoring the sweet flavors of your unwanted arousal like it was nectar from the gods. The sound of your soft cries of protests mixed with involuntary moans of pleasure made him harder than he had ever gotten by just fantasizing about this moment.

“Rafe please!” You begged him, panting as he messily lapped at your tender clit. His harsh grip on your soft thighs tightened, and you winced at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin.

When you felt the tip of his finger slide along your dripping folds, you bucked your hips in surprise, trying again to free yourself from his grasp.

His blue eyes glanced up, taking in your disheveled form. Your chest was rising and falling unevenly and Rafe watched your face as he slowly pushed his index finger into your tight heat.

Your eyebrows shot up in shock and you bit your lip, trying to stifle the gasp that escaped at the feeling of your older brother sliding his ringed finger along your walls. Every flick of his tongue against your clit had you tensing and tightening around his finger and Rafe’s moans vibrated against your soaked pussy.

“P-please stop,” you whimpered, tears beginning to prick at your eyes and overflow past your lashes.

“Not ‘til you apologize, princess,” he mumbled in between sucking at your clit and curling his finger inside your quivering walls. He slowly slid in a second finger, stretching you out even further and earning a strained gasp that made his cock twitch. Rafe had fantasized about this moment so many times before, but seeing your perfect face and hearing you moan and whine as he fucked you with his fingers and lapped at your clit was better than anything he could have ever imagined.

Your head was in the clouds, horribly confused by your conflicting feelings of disgust and desperate want. It was wrong for so many reasons, but maybe that fact was why you were so close to being pushed over the brink.

“I’m sorry, Rafe! Okay? Fuck- Please, mm- I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You breathlessly begged him. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but your tears were still flowing down your cheeks in a steady stream.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he ordered. Rafe was fucking you with his fingers harder now, the feeling of his ring dragging along your walls was making you see stars behind your eyelids. His thumb circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure to keep you right on the edge of finishing.

You reluctantly cracked your eyes, meeting Rafe’s intense gaze with heavy lidded eyes that you could barely keep open.

“Apologize to your big brother like you fucking mean it.” His grin was triumphant and mocking, and he allowed his eyes to trace over every part of you, taking in how much of a pathetic mess he had made of you.

“I’m sorry, Rafe! I’m sorry, I’ll never ignore you again. I was just being stupid. Ple- mm please stop.” You pleaded with him, tears and hiccups interrupting your words. You had never felt so much humiliation in your entire life.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, not stopping his movements at all. “You’re just too cute for your own good, baby.”

“What-?”

Your question was cut off with a moan when he resumed working your clit with his tongue. He lapped and licked at the tender flesh like a man starved and when he slide a third finger into your tight cunt, the band inside of you finally snapped.

“Rafe!” You loudly whined as you came, legs quivering as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Aw, there’s my good girl,” he cooed, drinking in your beautiful face and enjoying the feeling of your cunt clinging to his fingers and pulsing around them. Your pink, puffy tear stained eyes fearfully met his eyes and you sniffed sadly.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Y/N?” He smirked at you when he pulled his fingers from your sore, weeping pussy and slid them past his lips, savoring the flavor of your arousal.

“Mm, tastes like you enjoyed yourself,” Rafe chuckled darkly. “So quit your fucking crying. Just makes me want to choke you with my dick till you shut up.”

[darknightmareobject]

Stepbro! Rafe prods his finger at your entrance, playing with your folds as he gives you your daily pussy inspection! At first, you were confused cause it’s your most private area n you were too embarrassed to show him. “Jus’ wanna make sure she’s okay, baby. Gotta know when she’s ready for me to break her in.” He’d say, knuckles deep in you. You didn’t know what he meant by that, but it felt really good so you let him!

Stepbro! Rafe who chases away any thoughts of you ever having a boyfriend. Rafes big n’ scary, n’ he doesn’t understand how you think some little boys could make you feel the way he does! So when he finds out you got asked to go on a date with some random kook and said yes, obviously he takes that as a sign of you begging to be punished by him! “Stupid girl. Thought I fuckin’ told you, you’re not supposed to have any boyfriends. yr’too little.” He’d mock as his hand came down to spank your ass, watching as you whimpered and tried to get away from the pain he was inflicting upon you.

Stepbro! Rafe finally has you bent over the edge of the kitchen sink, after long nights of fingering you enough to get you to loosen up for him. His tip, bulbous and leaking intimidatingly, drug through your folds as your slick helped as lube. When he finally decided to take you, his mind couldn’t fathom how someone could still be so damn tight after all the work he put in trying to make this comfortable for you. He kissed your shoulder and neck, lightly biting to take your mind off of the stinging sensation between your thighs.

Stepbro! Rafe who wasted no time in pounding at your sloppy cunt. His balls, hung and full of his seed, slapped at your clit deliciously with each harsh thrust. Your mouth hung in a desperate plea of mercy as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the wide kitchen, along with a mix of moans. “Little pussy feels so good ‘round my cock. She’s takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ, yeah?” He muttered in your ear. “That’s my girl. Look so pretty like this f’me.” He praised when you squirted all over him after his fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Good thing you guys were home alone, right? Too bad Ward installed cameras throughout the house—including the kitchen.

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[darknightmareobject]

On Call

dark!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader drabble

Warnings: dubious consent, incest (step siblings), coercion, implied previous coercion, unprotected sex (reader doesn’t know), semi public sex, blackmailing, degradation, slut shaming

Gripping his hair as he kissed and nipped at your neck, you let out a loud whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as his hips moved against yours.

Rafe chuckled against your neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps across your flesh, and you swore could feel his smirk, “thought you said you didn’t wanna do this again, sweetheart.”

Normally your step brother’s all too cocky tone would send rage coursing through your veins, but it was a different feeling when Rafe had you on your back beneath him.

You whined when he hit a spot that had you clenching around him and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Rafe’s kisses trailed from your neck to your lips, drawing soft whimpers from you when he deepened the kiss.

Last time, you had promised yourself that you were done and that you were finally going to end things with Rafe. You remembered how he had scoffed and rolled his eyes, joking that you’d be crawling into his bed again before the week ended.

He was wrong about that, of course. Rafe was always the one who ended up coming to you, practically begging as he whined to you about how he couldn’t cum when he fucked the girls at his frat parties because all he could think about was his sweet little step sister. He’d grab your wrist, not listening to your complaints as he forced your hand down his pants to cup his hard on, “can’t you feel what you’re doing to me, Y/N? Please, I need you.”

And no matter how many weak excuses you made, your step brother could talk you into anything, knowing you well enough to wear you down and convince you over and over again that this time would be the last, that he needed you more than anything else on the planet. His hands would slip between your legs and make you forget why you were trying to resist in the first place.

You were pulled from your thoughts abruptly when Rafe’s phone rang. He paused, pushing himself up on one elbow to glare over at his bedside table where his phone was vibrating.

“Just ignore it,” you whined when he hadn’t resumed, rolling your hips against him to try to chase the friction that you were now missing.

But when you looked up at him, a wicked grin now spread across his face, you watched in horror as he grabbed the phone before turning the screen toward you to show you the caller ID.

Ward Cameron.

Your stomach dropped, and before you could even shake your head no, Rafe had pressed accept on the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hey dad,” he smirked down at you, enjoying the anxiety written all over your face. You shifted your hips, trying to get out from under him, but his free hand spread across your sternum, pushing you back down against the bed before crawling to your neck to hold you in place.

“Rafe!” You hissed, quiet enough that Ward wouldn’t hear, your eyes now wide with panic.

He just shook his head at you, his smirk growing wider before he pulled the phone from his ear to lean in close and whisper, “if you don’t want me to tell daddy you’ve been buying an entire wardrobe with his credit card behind his back, I’d keep your fucking mouth shut. And don’t move, kay princess?”

Your lips pursed in anger, eyebrows furrowing as you burned holes into his head with your eyes.

You shouldn’t have even been surprised, it was exactly like Rafe to get off on putting the two of you into risky situations that could easily get the two of you caught, but picking up a phone call from Ward while literally inside you had to be a new low.

“Yeah, I already told you that I filed those last week Dad,” Rafe said, finally releasing his grip on your neck once he sensed you weren’t going to make another escape attempt.

However, your relief was short lived, and you bit back a whimper when Rafe’s thumb found your clit, swirling over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

When you met his blue eyes with another harsh glare, you felt him pulse inside you, and he raised an eyebrow, grinning smugly and silently daring you to give him a reason to get you grounded.

Your step brother’s cock inched deeper inside you, and you sucked in a breath, your hand clamping over your own mouth to muffle your moans. His thumb was still circling your clit, winding up the spring in your belly that was beginning to tighten.

You squirmed beneath him, feeling sick to your stomach when you felt yourself growing slicker around him, and to your horror, Rafe began slowly moving his hips.

You could barely follow along to what he was saying, but the words “she’s right next to me, want to talk to her?” shocked you out of your trance.

“Mm mm, no!” You softly whined, but it was too late, and Rafe thrust the phone up to your ear, forcing it into your hand.

“Don’t hang up,” he threatened with a hiss, before turning his attention back to where your bodies met.

“Hey Y/N!” Ward greeted you and you swallowed down a moan as Rafe’s slow pace made your head spin.

“H-hi Ward,” you choked out, face flushed with embarrassment as you tried to ignore the feeling of your step brother buried deep inside you, his thumb still toying with your clit.

“You’re not distracting your brother from his work again, are you?” He lightly teased, and Rafe pushed his dick further inside you, stretching you out in a way that had your back arching off the bed.

You bit your lip hard to stop from moaning, passing the sound off as a cough as you struggled to catch your breath, “n-no. I’m helping h-him.”

Rafe grinned triumphantly above you, and you tried to ignore the way your stomach flipped at the sight. His thumb swirled around your clit faster, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed you closer to the edge.

“I think it’s a good thing you’re there to keep him out of trouble though, really. He’s lucky that you’re such a responsible sister.”

“Uh huh,” you breathed, too distracted by Rafe’s cock sliding in and out of you faster now to muster up any kind of intelligent response. Your legs were beginning to shake and you were using all of your available energy to keep it together, almost too cock drunk to even form thoughts.

When you accidentally moaned too loudly, Rafe snickered, and you forced out a cough in an attempt to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Ward sounded concerned, and the last thing you wanted to do was raise any more suspicion.

“M- my friend is calling me,” you stammered. “I gotta go.”

You pulled the phone from your ear, your shaky fingers finding the end call button right before you let out another whimper.

“Fuck you, Rafe,” you spat at him between clenched teeth, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as you tensed around him.

“Don’t act like you don’t fucking love it, sis,” he sneered, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

“Shit,” he chuckled, “the way you’re gripping me says otherwise,” emphasizing his point with a dizzying thrust.

Your face burned in embarrassment and humiliation, but there was nothing that you could say back to him, because you both knew that he was right.

With the threat of being caught out of the way, Rafe didn’t hold himself back, hips meeting yours at a pace that made your head spin as you squeezed your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

The whimpers and moans that you had been holding back finally spilled out, music to Rafe’s ears as he plunged his cock into you again and again.

His thumb traced over your clit, finally hitting the spot deep inside your walls that made you fall apart around him.

You cursed, whining his name loudly as he fucked you through your orgasm, new waves of pleasure washing over you with every stroke of his length.

He leaned closer, capturing your lips with his in a deep kiss that left you feeling drunk with desire. Rafe groaned against your plush lips when you tightened around him, the feel of his thick cock dragging along your walls pushing you over the edge again.

You felt him chuckle against your lips, breaking the kiss to watch you whine and squirm as you came undone beneath him again and again.

“Yeah, you can bitch and moan, and pretend all you want,” he sneered, hips snapping against yours harder just to get a reaction out of you. “But we both know there’s no one else making you cum as hard as I do, princess.”

You whined, tensing around him and squeezing his cock hard. Rafe groaned as he came, painting your sensitive walls with his sticky seed, his cock pulsing inside you.

You were still too dazed to realize he had broken your only rule between the two of you.

It wasn’t the first time he had finished inside you without telling you, but he still got the same sick thrill every time.

“Who else would even wanna make you cum?” He wondered to himself with a dark chuckle. “Nobody wants a slut who’s been ruined by her step brother.”

[darknightmareobject]

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ polaroids

pairing: stepbro!rafe x reader synopsis: stepbro!rafe blackmails reader into letting him use a vibrator on her warnings/tags: smut, STEPCEST, DUBCON, blackmail, MDNI! wc: 1.5K a/n; i’m not sure if this would be classified as dubcon or noncon but please read the synopsis before reading! originally posted 10/19/2024

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"rafeee, can you get my charger? it's in the top drawer of my nightstand!" you called up from downstairs, making your stepbrother roll his eyes.

"fucking get it yourself!"

"the food's gonna burn!"

despite you being on the first floor, rafe could hear the whiney tone in your voice, and almost picture the way your lip bottom lip would be pulled in with that despicable pout that managed to get you everything from both his father and your mother, and so, begrudgingly he opened the door to your bedroom.

he rounded the corner of your four-poster bed, bending to open the top drawer of your nightstand, spotting your charger on top of a bunch of your other shit, and letting out a small scoff as he threw the charger onto the bed.

but when rafe spotted a small key peeking out from underneath some stupid fashion magazine, his interest was piqued; he didn't even need to pick it up to know what it went to. it was the bottom drawer of your nightstand, him having an identical nightstand in his own bedroom, and knowing the almost scandalous contents of his own bottom drawer made him curious as to what you could be hiding in yours.

he picked it up, observing it for a moment before slamming the top drawer closed, swiftly putting the key in the lock and twisting it open. when he pulled it open, at first it appeared as if nothing was in it, but he knew better. he pulled the false bottom off, throwing it onto the bed, and when rafe's eyes fell onto what was in your nightstand, he couldn't help the grin on his face.

some of the contents were pretty tame; a pile of notebooks that he assumed were your old diaries, some weed, and some adderall that he knew you used to pop like fucking skittles back when you were in high school and had a big test coming up.

but his eyes widened slightly when he spotted the bottle of lube and the small, pale pink bullet-shaped vibrator; sure, he knew you had your vices and you weren't an innocent girl like you led your mother to believe, but you'd always been kind of a prude; you'd never let any of your old boyfriends mark you up even back when you'd been in high school like most girls that were too horny to even realize, and even now, he saw your face flush whenever there was a fucking sex scene on television and you conveniently looked down at your phone for the duration of it.

what really struck his eye was the stack of polaroids he knew you'd taken with the instax mini camera ward had gotten you for christmas, and when he picked up the stack and turned them around, only the first image was enough to cause his jaw to slack slightly.

it was taken on a timer, and you were kneeling on your bed, your hand splayed on your neck, wearing a sheer pink lingerie dress, lacy pink panties covering your pussy while your nipples were covered by red, heart-shaped pasties.

he went through the polaroids, his eyes widening and his shorts tightening with each picture, shots of you wearing different lingerie sets, ones of you looking over your shoulder seductively while you were kneeling on the bed, showing off your ass in a pair of thongs, pictures taken where your tits were soaped up and just covered by your arms, ones-

"rafeee! did you find it?!"

he chuckled at your called-out question, so unaware of the things he had found, putting the polaroids back in the bottom drawer, "yeah yeah!" he called back out, but as he was starting to put the false bottom back in, he got an idea.

and so, before he put the false bottom back in the drawer, he slipped the bullet-shaped vibrator into his pocket.

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat; you had no idea where it could've gone, having used it literally that morning. even though you remembered putting it in its usual spot in the bottom drawer of your nightstand, it was nowhere to be seen.

you thought that maybe you'd accidentally left it on your bed; your bedding, now on the floor. maybe it was on your top drawer instead, the contents dumped on the floor next to it. now you were going through your bookshelf, your teeth biting into your bottom lip so harshly you could taste blood in your mouth.

it wasn't only that you didn't want anyone to find it; it was also that you were so fucking sexually frustrated. you'd already gotten yourself off in the morning, but still, everything even slightly sexual had caused you to press your legs firmly together to seek some relief.

you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard someone clear their throat, and when you turned to look at who it was, you were faced with your stepbrother, a smug smile on his face.

"looking for something?" rafe said, holding up the pink device you'd been looking for, your eyes widening when they landed on it

"did you go through my stuff you psycho?!" you stomped to him, rafe holding the vibrator over his head and out of your reach when you tried grabbing it. "give it to me!"

"i don't think that's how you speak to someone when you want something from them." rafe tsked, his jaw clenched as he pressed you against your bedroom wall, his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, "see, you're supposed to ask nicely. didn't mommy teach you that?"

"what do you want, rafe?"

"you know, when i found this little thing," rafe tapped the small vibrator against your cheek, "i found some really interesting pictures." he grinned, your eyes widening, your heartbeat picking up, immediately knowing the pictures he was talking about.

rafe turned on the vibrator, letting it travel down your chest, until coming in contact with your clothed nipple, slowly, involuntarily pebbling under the vibrations, your stepbrother's breath hot on your face, an obvious tent in his sweatpants. "it would be such a shame if your mom saw them, you know?"

"they don't show my face..." you said with a small sniffle, your eyes starting to sting with tears, meanwhile you felt your cunt starting to get slick with arousal from the stimulation to your nipple.

"aw, she might be stupid but she's not an idiot. you really think she won't recognize that pretty little body? all those pretty marks and dots on your body. are you willing to risk it?"

rafe's hand started traveling lower, the vibrations trailing down your ribs and abdomen, causing you to tense up your muscles as you spoke, your teeth gritting together, "what do you want?"

"to own you."

rafe had you pinned down on your bed, your hands gripping onto your already crumpled sheets; your lacy panties clinging to your pussy, thoroughly soaked in your arousal, and you knew they were beyond saving.

your flimsy top had been pushed up to reveal your breasts, and he'd been using the vibrator on your poor pussy for an hour now, and somehow it had been the most excruciating yet exhilarating hour of your life.

"i can't..." you whined as rafe brought the vibrator to your clit, and even though it was covered by the soaking fabric, it felt as if there wasn't any barrier at all, the stimulation bringing you closer and closer to your third orgasm. "'s too much... feels too good…"

rafe let out a cruel laugh at that, only bringing up the volume of the vibrator, pressing it even firmly against your clit, causing you to let out a yelp that turned into a moan, roughly grabbing at the fat of your breast as he brought his face closer to your face.

"you're gonna take it." he smiled, pressing a small kiss between your breasts, before standing up. "keep it in place." rafe commanded, and you brought your hand to weakly hold the vibrator at your clit while he walked around your room, in search for something.

"what... what are you doing?" you mumbled, your mind hazy from the pleasure coursing through your body, your eyes widening when rafe turned around, holding your polaroid camera. "r-rafe?"

rafe walked towards the bed, turning on the camera as he kneeled over you, swatting your hand away from the vibrator, replacing it with his own. "this is gonna be your best picture yet."

before you could protest, you were blinded by the flash, trying to use your arm to cover up your eyes, the picture slowly coming out of the camera, and rafe set it down next to you on the bed while it slowly changed from black to a picture of your body, showing your bared tits and the soaked panties that had molded to the shape of your pussy, rafe's large, ringed hand holding the vibrator against your clit.

rafe turned off the vibrator, throwing it onto the bed, grabbing the photo, and shoving it into the pocket of his sweatpants, before leaning closer to your ear.

"i own you." he whispered roughly, tapping your cheek before standing up and leaving your room.

[darknightmareobject]

‧₊˚ ⋅ i'll show you, rafe cameron

stepbro!rafe x fem!reader

masterlist

synopsis. in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.

warnings. stepbro!rafe, innocent!reader (but she's not an airhead), virgin!reader, smut, fingering, rafe putting in just the tip, oral sex (fem receiving), rafe licks his own creampie.

word count. 4k.

author's note. idea by @matts1andonly. english isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes, don't hold it against me. enjoy!

it's past midnight when you finally slide out of your bedroom without making a sound. you have been waiting patiently for your mom and ward to go to bed so you can do this without risking getting caught. wheezie is already asleep too, sarah is out with john b somewhere, and rafe left the house earlier, not telling anyone where to, so you know he's going to arrive late, as always.

it's the perfect moment.

rafe's room is down the hallway, so you make your way there quietly not to wake anyone, your barefoot feet making soft footstep sounds when you walk. once there, you open the door as carefully as you possibly can, knowing it creaks every time it gets open. this time, thanks to god, it does not.

you manage to sneak into the dormitory unnoticed, then shut the door behind you. the place is dark, only a faint glimmer of moonlight coming in through his curtains, but you want to lay low, so you don't turn on the lights. by all means, the dim lighting is enough for you to spot what you're looking for.

rafe's mac, laying there on his desk.

what's the point behind all of this? you might be wondering. well, let me answer you real quick. turns out, this handsome, muscled college guy has invited you on a date. problem is, you have never been on a date. you haven't even hold hands with a guy romantically before, much less kissed or fucked one. you simply refuse to come off as a prude, which honestly you are, but that dream of a man doesn't need to know that.

and that's why you have decided that it is a good idea to break into your stepbrother's bedroom and borrow his laptop, since yours broke last week, to watch porn in it for the first time.

well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...

you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.

somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.

the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.

how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.

before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.

how are you supposed to know which one to pick?

you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.

"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.

well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.

you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.

"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."

"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.

the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.

"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.

you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.

"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."

"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.

if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.

honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.

"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.

it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.

"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.

there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.

"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"

he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.

"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.

"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"

your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."

"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."

to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?

"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.

"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."

only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.

god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.

"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.

he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.

he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.

your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.

he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."

"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.

the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.

the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.

"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."

"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.

your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.

you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.

as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.

you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.

rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.

he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.

"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.

rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.

"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."

his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.

your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.

rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."

you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.

"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"

rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.

"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.

your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.

taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.

"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.

you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.

he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"

you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.

"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.

withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.

rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.

after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.

"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.

you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.

rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.

"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.

heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.

and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.

"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.

you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.

"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"

"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

"such a good girl," he praises.

at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.

he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.

suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?

he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.

"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."

you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?

it's just the tip.

"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

"rafe," you whimper.

rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.

he can't fucking take this anymore.

with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"jesus, fuck." he grunts.

your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.

"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."

your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.

you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.

this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.

you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.

after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.

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|Ink| 02

Tattoo artist!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre(s): Strangers to lovers, One night stand, Unexpected relationship

Smut Warnings: Intoxication, unprotected sex, Soft!Dom Chan, Switch!Reader, Degrading, Creampies, Breeding kink

Synopsis: You needed to get a tattoo covered up, one you got for your ex. You’re in a new city and go to the closest tattoo parlor by your apartment. The main tattoo artist and owner just so happens to live across the hall from you. Drunken actions turn into a spiral of emotions and your first healthy relationship.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Part 3- ࿐ྂ

The tattoo was healed relatively quick, as quick as most tattoos.

Chan kept his promise to see you too, a few days after the tattoo you hear a knock at your door.

It’s not too late, around half an hour his shop closes. You know this because it’s written on the card Felix handed you before you left.

“Who knew I could charm someone enough to make them want to see me so soon.”

The older laughed in response, shaking his head as he held up a plastic bag with snacks inside. “What can I say, drunk girls who look like they’re about to throw up are my type.”

It was your turn to laugh, tongue pressed to the inside of your cheek out of mock annoyance.

You stepped aside to let him walk in, watching as he kicked off his shoes next to yours already there.

He was wearing another one of his black tank tops, maybe he knew to wear it, saw when it caught your eyes during the session.

“K, show me the wrist.” He turned around as soon as his shoes were off, effectively pulling you away from your trance or staring mindlessly at his back.

“Oh? Really going to use that excuse for real?” Chan grinned in response, tilting his head to the side while taking a careful step forward.

“What else am I here for?”

He turned back around before you could answer, taking your flushed face as a good enough response and deciding to change topics.

“I brought beer too, where’s your fridge?” He held up the bag again to enunciate his question and you nodded before showing him the way to your kitchen.

It wasn’t like he needed you to show him, your apartments had the same layout, but it was the polite thing to do. You didn't care for beer so much, it was bitter and sometimes tastes too much like wheat, especially if cheap. It did the job though, and gets less bad through out the night longer you drink it.

After he put the beverage into your fridge and took out the snacks from the bag he turned back to you again. He bought some salty and sweet stuff, what caught your eye was a chocolate bar, your favorite brand of chocolate.

"I know what I'm calling dibs on." You grinned, snatching the sweet treat from the counter as he tried to grab it before you. You raised an eyebrow as his arm drops with a dramatic pout. "That's my favorite."

He mockingly whined and went to grab it again, but you hid it behind your back. "And I called dibs!" Your voice wavered as he continued trying to get the candy. Even going as far as to try and reach behind you, stopping you from stepping away by wrapping his other arm around your lower back.

It made you nervously laugh, trying to shift your shoulders and wiggle free from his surprisingly firm grip. When seeing no way out, you made a fake hissing sound.

His arms pulled back in a flash and concern immediately filled his eyes. It made you feel guilty for a moment as his eyes darted to your wrist. "Did I squeeze it?" He asked while obviously gesturing to your healing tattoo.

You grinned in response, making him immediately groan in annoyance at being fooled, but also sighing in relief. "You're sly." He shook his head while pointing an accusatory finger.

He seemed to forget about the chocolate, or gave up and let you eat it in victory.

You two settled on a movie, not hungry enough for anything past snacks so dinner was out the way but you needed something to do to squash the lingering awkwardness when you're not too familiar with a person.

"Favorite movie genre." He started, watching you as you picked up your remote to scroll through the movie options. You hummed in though as if you didn't already know. "Depends on my mood, you?"

He copied your hum, leaning back until the back of his head lit the back of the couch. "Action Sci-fi. I love Marvel." You smiled in response, you enjoyed a superhero movie too.

"Favorite movie theater snack." You threw back at him, eyes darting to actually pay attention to what movie you wanted to watch.

"The classic, a big bucket of popcorn with extra butter."

Questions flew back and forth between you two, steering off topic of movies to things like dog breeds to hobbies. Conversation seemed to flow easier than you'd expect, and any awkwardness seemed to fade quickly.

The movie long forgotten and your first cans of beer already cracked open. "Why'd you move out here, just because?" He asked, taking a long swing after.

You looked down at the small opening in your can to drink out of, sloshing the liquid side to side. "Same reason I got the cover up."

His eyebrows raised a little with a thoughtful hum. "So it was a recent break up? I thought it was a while ago." You shook your head with a tightlipped smile, tracing the rim around the can with your index finger.

"I needed a fresh start, it was one of those relationships that should have ended months before it did. I have a habit of talking myself through tough things think it'd get better, but running as soon as I see something good happening for myself. Unintentional self-sabotage you could say."

Chan knew what that was like, to some extent. He'd convinced himself he wasn't worthy of certain things, ultimately ruining a lot of things in his life from overthinking.

"Those relationships suck. I've had my fair share of bad ones before, especially a few long ones."

You'd be lying if you said his words didn't pique your interest, curious to know more. "What was your longest one?"

His eyes flickered down to the bear can just as yours had done, biting down on the two lip rings pierced into his skin. "3 years.." His tone seems reluctant, but you're more surprised by the time he gave you.

"That's a... serious amount of time." You nodded with a little bit of shock obvious in your voice. "Can I ask why it ended or is that too personal?"

He laughed almost bitterly, quickly looking back up to you while resting his free arm over the top of the couch. "We were at different stages of our lives, and it wasn't something we properly discussed."

It was vague, but told a lot at the same time. Some relationships were just that, confusing but natural. Easy but stressful. It made your chest tighten with annoyance at how much you could relate.

"In short I wanted to settle down together and she still wanted to keep her options open."

You sucked in a sudden breath, shocked again. "That'll end a relationship." You nodded with a curt nod. He chuckled again, less bitter and more in amusement at your obvious words.

"Was your last one your longest?" He asked while taking another sip. You took one too before sighing deeply. "Yeah, a year, that's why I got the tattoo. Thought I'd be in it for the long run."

"Thought it was bad, so why stick around?" It didn't mean to sound judgmental, but Chan felt like it did and quickly added. "Was it just, easier?"

You hummed with a nod. "Part of it, yeah. It was mostly because I felt like I was losing out, running out of time. Wasn't the shittiest of past partners I've had, you could say I settled for less than I deserved and didn't realize until I was too far in."

Silence hung in the air as you took another large swig, looking up to see his expression, maybe try and guess what he was thinking despite not knowing much about him as a person and body language.

His eyes were directed at your black screen T.V, still nibbling on his bottom lip in thought. His eyes are darker than usual, but not out of annoyance. The soften when they lock with yours, seemingly snapping out of whatever trance he put himself in.

"I'm guessing you're going to take a break from dating?" He cocked an eyebrow before immediately breaking eye contact with you again.

"I always say that but end up talking to someone again, I think I'm more in a... drifting with the current phase. Whatever I bump into and wants to stick around I'll see if it's worth it."

"But, if it's too good you'll peel them off you?" He guessed, making you sigh at how accurately he can read you. "It's not like I think I don't deserve something good, but you could say I psyche myself out. Get so attached it's scary, I don't like being needy to something that can easily be taken away."

Your fingers trailed up and down the side of your almost empty can, sipping the last of it back before setting it down on your coffee table and getting up from your couch. "Another?" You asked and he nodded.

You handed him the chilled can when sitting back down, simultaneously cracking it open. Yours foamed over a bit and you quickly had to slurp it up before dripping down your hand and arm.

"Have you moved on since your ex?" You asked to resume your conversation, and you got a sigh in return. "Yeah, mentally. Haven't really gone on a date or anything. The night we met was me trying to try my luck but nobody really stuck out to me."

That night was still foggy in your mind, you hope he hadn't seen you do any embarrassing faces or said anything uncomfortable. "What made you stop to help me?" You knew it was probably going to be some bullshit answer about how he just wanted to help, because that's how considerate he seems to annoyingly be.

He's a lot of things actually, stuff you've been able to gather through the back and forth questioning and this conversation alone. It's annoying how he's effortlessly able to keep the flow going, it feel natural to keep on talking. He seems thoughtful in a way that is entirely selfless, and mature enough to not need any parenting.

That's more than most of your exes can account for.

"You were the only one that caught my eye at that point into the night, well, in the night in general. Had no idea I'd get the honor of meeting you again so soon. Much less becoming your neighbor."

There's an obvious teasing tone to his voice and it makes you roll your eyes. He's able to make you want to throw a pillow at him and kiss him at the same time, a dangerous feeling for someone who's already becoming something more than just a neighbor.

"Wow, so flattered, so should I count this as both of our first dates since our shitty breakups?"

He laughs in response, jokingly raising his can to yours to softly clank them together. "Technically, but if I were to take you on a first date I would have hoped it'd be nicer than this."

"My apartment is very nice." You teased with a fake annoyed expression, Chan easily able to see past it with another laugh. "It is, but that's probably because you stuffed all you mess in your room probably."

Your foot gave his thigh an annoyed nudge, shaking your head before taking a long swig of your beer. "I'm not some kid that shoves their toys underneath their bed."

"Sureee." He drags out, jokingly acting like he wasn't convinced. Your eyes narrowed before grinning to match his. "I'd invite you to go check but I'm afraid you might get other ideas, and I'd hate to bump into my new tattoo."

He let out a dramatic scoff, face flushed at your implications, though if asked he'd blame it on the alcohol. "I have self control, might not seem like it with how eagerly I was to show up tonight but that's only because I had to check said tattoo."

You rolled your eyes again, him back at using your tattoo as the excuse to see you. "Guess I'll just have to invite you back when it's healed so we can stop using it was a get out of jail free card."

His eyes darted to you, surprised at how casually you practically invited him to "check your room out" with him. "Because, Y'know, gotta test to see if I put my bedframe together right."

He choked on the sip of beer he just took, topic seemingly escalating far more quicker than he anticipated. Sure, his goal was to flirt here and there, test the waters to see if you were open to something. After all, he was the one to cover your tattoo that was for an ex.

You grinned at being able to get a reaction out of him, also taking another sip. That is until he propped his head with his free hand and leaned a bit closer after recovering from initial shock at your smug look.

"A little bump or two to it won't harm it's healing process much, just gotta make sure your arm stay's above your head."

It was your turn to freeze, having thought you had the upper hand of teasing for a second. His head tilted to the side with a hint of mockery to the action, almost challenging you to say something back.

And you did, challenge him I mean, just not with words.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You'd have to apologize to your neighbors next to you, your headboard positioned on a wall connected to their apartment. The good thing however was that now you knew your bed frame was stable.

The buzzed feeling wasn't just in your head, and it wasn't there just because of the few cans of beer you two both downed. It was the adrenaline of doing something you knew probably shouldn't be done, I mean, come on, fucking your tattoo artist after just two days of knowing each other was crazy work.

What was worse than fucking your tattoo artist, someone you could avoid if shit hits the fan, is fucking your neighbor. Who knows how often you'd inevitably run into each other to take the same elevator or throw your trash in the dumpster on trash day at the same time.

The awkwardness of running into someone who've you've seen naked and know they've seen you naked is something hard to avoid no matter how hard you try to without talking about it.

You hope it wouldn't end up like that between you two; not when his tongue felt so good pressed against your own. It made you moan when feeling something cool hit the roof of your mouth when he lazily flicked the pink muscle up.

"How did I not see your tongue piercing until now?" You panted against his lips already beginning to look redder with how aggressively you two pulled on each other's bottom lips. You could feel the smirk growing on his lips as he pressed them back against yours.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you become well acquainted with it."

And that he did, right after sliding off your soaked underwear down your legs and throwing it somewhere on your floor. Your nightshirt and bra didn't last long after, Chan getting hungry to taste more of your skin.

You shivered as you felt the ball of his tongue piercing drag across your collarbone, it retracting as his lips sucked on your skin right under that part of your skeleton.

He groaned as your legs shifted, brushing against the hard on in his basketball shorts. "So desperate for me already." You practically purred with amusement, earning yourself a glare from the man above you. "Princess has a cocky mouth, doesn't she?"

"Only speaking facts baby. Maybe pretend to be a little less eager if you don't want me to call you out on it."

You knew you were a hypocrite, heat pooling at your core that ached for some sort of relief. Chan knew it to, knew it even before reaching a hand down to lazily drag through your folds, earning a surprised gasp from the sudden but appreciated friction.

He brought his two fingers up to suck on and grin back at you. "I'm the eager one?"

You huffed, going to reach a hand down to flick at his forehead when you were reminded of his free hand pinning them above your head. "Oh, forgot about that, did you Princess? I'm only making sure you don't bump your wrist on accident."

His hand held onto yours by lacing together with your fingers, making sure not to touch the plastic around your healing tattoo. Your tongue clicked in subtle but half-hearted annoyance, distracted as soon as his lips started pressing kisses down your exposed chest.

Your eyes glanced down to watch with bated breath, his hot breathing fanning over your skin as he continued going lower and lower. He paused at your lower stomach, making to presses multiple kisses around there while switching occasionally to both your hips and hip bones.

He trailed back up before giving you exactly what you wanted, saving your heat as an indulgence for afterwards.

"Gonna be a good girl and keep your hands up for a second?" He presses his lips to your ear, enunciating his question by squeezing your hands. An embarrassingly desperate whine fell past your lips, effected by the careful movement of his lips earlier down your torso.

"Such a good girl." You mumbled with a nod of your head, Chan satisfied with your promise as he momentarily let go. Your hands laid limp, making no attempt to move from their spot on the upper part of your mattress.

His hands left your body to quickly strip off his tank top, making drool pool in your mouth like wetness did in your cunt. What really made you moan was seeing the entirety of his tattoo when he twisted to throw his tank top in the same pile of your clothes.

He looked back at you with a grin, biting his lower lip to suppress a laugh. No matter how many people complimented or flirted with him based on his body alone never made it any less flustering when someone who's opinion he truly cared about also complimented it.

Next was his shorts, the bulge already noticeable despite the loose material. What you didn’t expect us to see an Ampallang piercing right as his hard length was freed from his boxers.

“How did your ex not lock you down?” You groaned, hips shifting to adjust as you felt your wetness almost trickle down your inner thigh. Chan this time really laughed, throwing his head back with a hand to his chest.

He bent down soon after getting himself to stop laughing, a pleased smile still stretched across his lips as he leaned closer to your downstairs ones. “You gonna make the same mistake?” He hummed before pressing a light kiss on your upper inner thigh.

The action was more affectionate than anything, a total contrast to how he later becomes aggressive with his tongue pressed to your clit.

The barbell of his piercing provided an extra stimulation you didn’t know you needed until now, especially with his mouth was doing an amazing job by itself.

You had to stifle most of your moans with the back of your hand, still being mindful of your neighbors who could not even be home at the moment for all you know.

“What’d I say about your hands?” Chan asked, lips departing from your puffy clit that pulsed with want and need from the sudden lack of touch. You whined in slight annoyance and desperation but moved your hand to rest next to your other wrist.

“Don’t want to be deprived of those pretty little moans.” He grunted before diving back in to seemingly swallow you up whole.

The sound of your panting, little ah’s and whines every time he pressed practically good against your clit sent heat straight down to his dick that already ached painfully so. He’d hold out though, wanting to taste your release on his tongue before anything else.

The knot in your lower stomach tightened as you felt yourself nearing your end, breath hitching. Chan immediately began speeding up, hands gripping your thighs to stop them as the threatened to close.

“Close princess?” He grinned, pressing sloppy kiss through your folds as you moans in response. “Is that all it takes to make you cum? That desperate for a man you just met?”

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself clench around nothing, his tongue immediately sliding in with a quiet almost nonexistent groan falling from his lips. You tasted better than he could ever imagine.

“Fuck, more of that.” You mumbled with a shaky breath, hands lacing together as your fingers twitched to grab onto something. He chuckled against you, eyes trained on the feast he was devouring.

He knew what you meant, and he’d make sure to give you all of the demeaning words and insults he can when fucking it into you, for now he just needs to coax this first orgasm out of you and onto his tongue.

He made sure to flick his tongue up, pressing the medal if his piercings on the roof of you gummy walls. “Shit!” You gasped, stomach tightening.

Chan groaned again, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as he pressed himself closer, your legs resting over his shoulders. You would have worried about if he was able to breath or not if it wasn’t for him grunting and groaning with every movement he made with his tongue.

And then it hit you, a flash flood wave as the knot in your stomach snapped and heat spread throughout your cunt. “Chan!” You gasped, hips bucking up before you could control them.

He moaned against your folds with pride, not tearing away until you were shaking and trembling and he was able to drink up all of you.

“Such a good girl, took it so well.” He instantly praised, propping himself up to lean his face into your neck.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your skin before wiping your release from his mouth to kiss you. “Think you can handle being in top?”

You nodded pathetically into the kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

He’d have to make sure to do that again, maybe even wake you up by burying his tongue deep inside you, only if it was something you gave him permission to.

“Hands don’t leave my chest.” He grunted before flipping you two over, easily maneuvering you to straddle his lap.

You shuddered as you felt yourself pressed against his cock, eyes staring back down at the surprise piercing through his tip.

He hummed while watching you gaze hungrily, hands back to rest in your hips before gathering your hands to pull you forward slightly and rest them on his chest.

“Right here.” He enunciated with a tap to your knuckle, making you nod again. “Can’t even talk? Too needy for me to fill you up? Such a desperate girl.” He clicked his tongue as you moaned in response.

Sure you’ve been domed before, possibly the only good reason you stayed with a few exes in your past, but the mix between praise and undeniable affection with degrading words did something to stir need in your chest and pussy.

“You should be prepped enough from my tongue, or are you about to ask me for your fingers too?”

You but your bottom lip in thought, already knowing your answer as you shook your head.

His fingers tapped against your thighs before squeezing the flesh there. “Words slut.”

You shuddered before letting out a moan. “I’m ready.”

He hummed in seemingly approval before lifting you up by the bottom of the ass, making you look back as he moved his tip to align with you.

Gathering some of your wetness by smearing precum into your folds, he finally lowered you to sink down onto him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to just flip you back over and ram into you, but he was able to stay still to let yourself adjust.

You weren’t doing much better yourself, feeling like you could feel him and his piercing in your guts. It was a feeling of being full nonetheless and it made you even more needy.

“What, can’t handle me” he moved one of his hands to grab onto your chin and make sure your gaze locked with his. “Need to pull out?”

You whined instantly in protest, grinding down harder to prove your point. “Don’t you dare.” You gasped as he let out a chuckle.

“Might get the wrong idea if I don’t see you drooling for me to move.” He teased right before you raised your hips up to slam back down.

His own moan cut off any words he wanted to add, making you grin. “Baby can’t believe that a pussy can feel this good.” You mockingly cooed, Chan grunting in response to your tease.

“I had you falling apart on my tongue.”

“Well let’s hope your dick can achieve the same goal.”

Chan decided he liked it better when you were on your back. You gasped as he flipped you toe over again, able to not have to disconnect himself.

“What’s that? Princess gone quiet?”

You shivered as he slowly dragged himself out maybe only half a centimeter, making a point for you to feel the silver barbell rub against your walls.

You moaned as he pressed back in, pulling out a bit more with every thrust until he was setting a pace. “Not so quiet now.” He groaned, eyes trained as he watched himself disappear into you over and over again.

Your hands still laid over your head, one of his hands laced back together with them again.

It was intoxicating, making your mind foggy with bliss. How long had it been since you got a good fuck? Along with the insanity inducing head he gave you; you weren't sure how this man could possibly still be single.

"Spacing out?" His breath hit's the shell of your ear, earning a whine in response. His chest pressed down into yours with his hands between your bodies to grip harshly at your hips and keep them in place. Your head would be smashed into the headboard if he didn't hold you down against his thrusts.

"Can't believe I already got my princess dumb on my cock. What was it you said? Let's see if your dick can do the same? Tell me, is it?"

Your breath hitched as he arms looped underneath your lower back, making your back arch off the bed and he continued ramming into you. Your hands, now free, carded into his hair.

He groaned at the faint burn of his hair getting pulled, same cocky grin on his lips. It made you want to make them red all over again, bite and swap spit like you had done desperately as soon as he pressed you into your mattress.

"Please, please-! Don't stop, don't slow down!" You moaned, knowing your face was flushed impossibly red and eyes glossed over in a haze of bliss and need. "That's not a yes or no." He hummed, moving one of his hands to hike up your thigh to wrap over his hip.

You yelped in response, overwhelmed with the change of position as he drilled at more of an upwards angle. "Yes! yes- just-" Your chest heaved, a shaky moan leaving your lips at the intense familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening.

Chan moaned back, eyes squeezing shut once he felt you clench around him. He knew what it meant, having felt it when his tongue was buried deep inside.

He felt his own impending release start to build up, sighing out. "Tell me, in or out?"

Your mouth dropped open, not quite registering his words fully when he was fucking into you like a god. "Princess, need to know." He urged, dropping the hand on your thigh to tap your cheek.

Your eyes snapped up to look at him as soon as you felt his finger touch the side of your face, still panting with every moan he was able to coax out of you. "In."

Chan could feel his eyes almost roll back, that was the response he was secretly hoping for. Just the idea of getting to see his seed spill out of you when he pulled out. Maybe he'd be able to push it back in with his fingers and fuck more of it into you, if you'd allow him.

There's a lot of stuff he'd gladly do to you if you gave him the ok, and just the image of your cunt, dripping and creaming from your mix releases made him almost cum on the spot.

That mixed with how tightly you were clenching around him, mind and body both wanting to milk him for every single drop he could give you. You hadn't realized how hot it made you feel to know someone was about to cum in you before Chan, maybe it had more to do with the person than the action.

"Really? Eager to carry my kids?"

Like a switch in your mind, your eyes screw shut and something akin to the loudest moan in existence left you, along with the knot in your stomach undoing for the second time that night.

Chan wasn't far after you, breath hitching as you gushed around his length with no warning.

That wasn't a problem for him, never. He gladly fucked into you needily, knowing he looked like a desperate puppy as his hips snapped against yours quickly.

You could have cum again from just the feeling of his seed shooting into you. Hot ropes of cum stuck to your walls, kissing your cervix along with his tip. You best believe Chan had to capture your lips in a kiss if he didn't want to scream like you did.

The bedframe was able to handle more than you could imagine, maybe Ikea furniture wasn't so bad.

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you’re tattoo artist!sukuna’s favorite client. you���ve seen him so much that he gives discounts now, allowing you the financial freedom for even more tats. so now you’re coming to him like twice a month (give or take) and he can’t get enough of you.

and you’re not an idiot. he’s a talented artist, his work is worth way more than what he’s charging. and you’ve noticed the way he clings onto your body during sessions, the way his thumb rubs small circles into your plush skin as he works. always making sure his favorite girl is comfortable. you’ve been falling into his trap willingly. letting your legs open a bit more while he’s in between them working on a sternum tat. there’s something so addicting about the way he’s focused on your body, that, plus the slight pain of the tattoo in general makes you dizzy.

it’s no surprise that after a few months you start booking late night sessions with him. the shop being completely empty by the time he finishes prepping his station. when it’s time to put the stencil on your desired area, he does the honors of putting it up against you while you are both looking in the mirror. his bulky frame practically spilling out the mirror’s borders. you never realized how tall he was until now. his arms are slinked around your waist from behind, fondling with the buttons of your jeans to try and get a better placement. of course it isn’t your fault that your pants are at your ankles now as tattoo artist! sukuna rubs your clit gracefully. his other hand laced around your throat, forcing you to keep looking at yourself as he brings you to the edge. at one point you swear he was snickering, almost like you crying out his name and wiggling around in his grasp was entertaining for him.

“Shhh, pretty girl, let yourself go f’me. Such a slut, y’know that?” your head was nodding uncontrollably, his hand only gripped tighter around your throat.

“Pretty girls can use their words, yeah? Tell me how it feels baby.”

“S-so good. So good—!” your orgasm came like a massive wave, washing over both you and tattoo artist!sukuna. his movements slowed down on your pussy as he planted soft kisses on your temple.

“Now get yourself cleaned up, I got a job to do, and we don’t want yer boyfriend wonderin’ why it’s taking so long.”

oh right…. choso.

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FAMILY AFFAIRS - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: You've got everything in life. A happy marriage with the love of your life, a new job, and you have enough savings to buy a new house! Luckily enough, your kind stepbrother offers to come with you to the open house tour while your husband is busy and away. Nothing can go possibly wrong, right?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, stepbro!isagi, reader is married to sae, reader also wears a dress hehe, cheating, manipulation, dub-con, step cest, isagi is jealous and is a bully, kinda borderline yandere!isagi, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, pet names/name-calling, dumbification, doggy/missionary/mating press, ass slapping, dacryphilia, light choking, having sex while on a phone call (oral), mirror sex, mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: part 1 of my kinktober event! idk probably the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life idk what to make of it but enjoy (im sorry sae whoops) and i swear im a good girl

Compared to how most remarriages go, you have to say that your family is part of the lucky ones.

It happened back in high school, where all the weird emotions and hormones of a teenager are at its high but, surprisingly, your stepbrother and stepfather were extremely easy-going people. And they still are. Your stepfather treats your mom with utmost care and grace, something you haven't seen in a while since your biological father stepped out of your life. 

Your stepbrother, now a pro football player, is almost a carbon copy. Growing up, Isagi has always been willing to help out around the house, staying up to help you study for exams throughout undergrad and, even now, he's offering to come with you to do something that'll take up half of his off day. 

"Hey," You shut your phone after sending a brief message to your husband as Isagi hops into the driver’s seat, hair slightly damp and wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweats as he had just gotten out of the shower. "Thanks for coming with me, you didn’t have to."

Your stepbrother shrugs his shoulders in response as he adjusts the side and rearview mirrors before starting the ignition. "I’ve got nothing going on today. Besides," Isagi eyes you playfully and pinches your exposed thighs between your dress leg slits. "Who knows what might happen if I let you go off by yourself?"

You return the favor with a light slap over his head, earning a loud yelp from the male. "It’s just an open house tour, not like I’m going off to war."

He scoffs cheekily, fixing his hair. "Yeah, but the realtor could be a serial killer or worse—" Isagi leans towards you and lowers his voice. "—an undercover clown."

You shrink, back pressing against the car door, and laugh. "The only undercover clown I see here is you.”

"You’re so lame." Isagi huffs before stepping on the gas pedal.

After a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors over who gets possession of the aux, he begrudgingly accepts defeat and allows you to play everything but country. When he manages to get on the highway, he speaks again, turning down the music volume just slightly. "What’s Sae up to these days? I hardly see him come to our family functions anymore."

You stop humming to the current song and break your gaze from the window. There's a small frown that forms, without you realizing it, and you bite your lips. "You know how his schedule usually is. Campaigns and interviews got him busier nowadays. But he should be landing home later." 

"Later today?" Isagi quirks a brow.

You nod, shifting in your seat. "Mhm, he said he’ll call me once the flight lands. Why?"

There’s a long pause before Isagi answers, shrugging his shoulders, and turns at the exit. "No reason."

The drive there is relatively smooth. You guys pass the time with quick snippets of what's going on in your lives since Isagi had just returned overseas from a match and, despite not really knowing the ins and outs of football that much, you're still willing to listen to whatever he's rambling on about. It's one of the small things that you adore about Isagi, he's shamelessly passionate about his career, and oddly enough, the conversation gives you a burst of energy. 

You shoot back with your own life updates, though a bit more mild and mundane to his travels and exciting goals. You briefly mention a new job promotion, your closest friends announcing their pregnancy, Sae's new ad campaigns, and all the other houses you've toured within the past three months. The current house you're viewing today seems promising and within Sae's expected pay range.

From what you've seen online, it's a three-story house built near the edge of a hill with an attached infinity pool, a masterchef-styled kitchen, and a private built-in gym. You don't really need all of that, but who are you to deny your husband's generosity? 

Isagi lets out a long whistle when he pulls up next to the realtor's car on the long, winding driveway. "You're seriously gonna be living here?" He seems to be in disbelief at the size and so are you. It's a lot bigger in person than what the pictures offer. 

"Maybe," You hop out of the car, brushing off any sort of dust collecting to your dress, and adjust your purse straps. "Hopefully, this will be the one."

While you didn’t think the realtor would be a creep, Isagi wasn’t wrong when he suggested tagging along. Upon entering the house, the realtor immediately makes an unwarranted comment about your figure, commenting on how nicely the dress hugs your body before offering his hand. Isagi intercepts smoothly by introducing himself as your boyfriend, which honestly came out of left field, but at least the realtor backed off for the remainder of the tour. After an hour of showcasing, the agent hands his business card to Isagi and nearly stumbles over his feet when leaving the property.

"Is he gone?"

Isagi pulls one of the curtains aside and nods. "Yeah, his car isn’t in the driveway anymore."

"Ugh, it’s a shame but at least the place is nice." You briefly snap a couple of photos of the living room and kitchen. "I think we might put in an offer by the end of the week."

"It's not too far from my place either," Isagi adds. He wanders around the kitchen some more, pulling the cabinet drawers open and playing with the faucets carefree now that the agent is out of sight. "Think I could crash here sometime?" He jokes.

"As much as I love having your annoying ass around, I think not." You giggle when a cute pout forms on his lips. "Okay, maybe like once a month." It's hard to say no to your stepbrother sometimes.

You meet up with him in the kitchen, hands gently gliding across the marble kitchen countertop and stopping when Isagi manages to pull out an unopened champagne bottle from the fridge. He waves it around for a bit before signaling at the glasses in the cupboards. 

Isagi bites his lips thoughtfully. "You wanna?" 

Why not? It's been quite the ride to get here and you like to think of this as an early celebration. You pull out two glasses and eagerly watch as Isagi opens the bottle. He fumbles a bit with the top and a good amount of the liquid starts spilling out, dripping over the countertop and onto the floor.

"Shit, wait let me clean that up—" He rushes to grab a nearby towel though you beat him to it with your own pair of napkins from your purse.

"It's okay, I've got it, Yoichi." You start to bend down but he grabs a hold of your wrist, forcing you back up. 

"No," His tone is firm and you could've sworn there's something fleeting that flashes across his eyes for a moment. "Let me take care of it." 

And for whatever reason, you let him. "Alright..."

Isagi takes his time cleaning up the spill. He's careful like that, maybe because he knows you're insistent on buying this property. Knowing him, he wants to make sure everything is perfect. 

His hands stop when it reaches your shoes and you feel your breath catching in your throat. The sight of him on his knees triggers a reaction you can't quite understand. You shove the thoughts away and cough loud enough once you notice him hesitating. 

"Is there something wrong?" Your voice comes out faint, almost breathy. 

"It got on your dress," Isagi states casually, lifting his head to meet your confused gaze. "Mind if I get that for you?" He whispers the last part as if there's a hidden intention behind his words. 

You're not sure if your dress got wet. You're positive that nothing spilled on it. But, according to your kinder-spirited stepbrother, there are a few spots and you suppose it'll be bad to leave it unattended. 

"Sure," You answer on instinct.

"That's good," Isagi begins dabbing the cloth gently against the fabric, slowly making his way up until he's hovering over your pelvis. 

You have no idea why you're starting to feel yourself burn all over the place. It feels like Isagi is taking mental pictures of your figure, storing them all in his head as you feel his eyes trace your skin. Goosebumps start trailing down your arms and you shift your legs together. "Yoichi—"

Isagi stops his motions and tips his head down, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. He lets the towel fall to the floor and you twitch when you begin to feel his callous palms hiking all the way up your legs. It's strangely hypnotic, watching your stepbrother do this and you're not sure why you're allowing it to happen. Everything begins to feel hazy, surreal, and wrong. 

Your gut twists on itself inside out when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties. Surely, there are some champagne spills there? Right? Maybe that's why you feel comfortable spreading your legs for him to clean it up. The two of you silently exchange dazed glances when you guide his hands, brushing the panties to the side of your legs as your heat gains exposure to the air.

"Gotta clean this one too," He rasps out. And you take a deep, shuddering breath when Isagi's lips latch onto your folds, wasting no time with his tongue. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

A thousand questions flood through your mind. Has he always viewed you this way? How are you going to present this to Sae? Should you even say anything to your husband at this point? They're the wrong questions to be focusing on, you know that better than anyone. In a split second, your healthy relationship with Isagi has opened so many cracks around its edges that it's now something completely irreparable. 

And you're ashamed of just how goddamn good this feels. 

"You're so sweet down here." Isagi's eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, already seemingly drunk off of you. 

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut as his tongue traces around, larping up your intoxicating slick. Isagi lets out a low groan when your fingers run through his hair, gripping it just slightly forward enough to allow his nose to brush against your aching nerve.

All of this comes crashing down when a familiar ringtone goes off. You nearly jump at the rapid vibrations from your purse and hastily fish out your phone, heart dropping at the contact that's on the screen. 

"Pick it up, I'll be quiet." The way that easily comes out of his mouth makes you want to throw up.

You swallow back a moan and clench the phone tight in your hands. "Yoichi, I'm being serious...! If he finds out we're both dead!"

"Then make me."

His hot breath hovers over your clit as he looks up, masking his ill intentions behind his seemingly big, innocent eyes. Those very same eyes that would comfort you after a bad day, the same eyes that shine whenever you told him about an achievement—no matter how big or small—, and the very same eyes that are now clouded with something more sinister as he searches for an answer in your own pair.

"If you don't want it then push me away. Make up your mind or else Sae's gonna be worried." Isagi mocks your voice when attempting to say your husband's name. The way it rolls off his tongue makes your stomach churn and the wedding band on your hand suddenly feels unbearably tight.

You shouldn't. You know better. You're in love with Sae Itoshi and this—whatever this is—needs to stop.

"You're turning into a mess down here, sis." You attempt to close your legs together but his grip is like iron. Isagi tilts his head to the side and huffs over your nub. "I said push me, baby."

"Y-Yoi—" Your words get stuck in your throat as he 'accidentally' brushes his lips against your heat. Another dark glint flashes across his eyes and he grins.

You pick up the call and clear your throat, but your free hand wanders to your stepbrother's head, giving him the slightest nudge so that his nose brushes against your slick heat.

"Hi babe, how is everything?" You're trying so hard to level your voice.

"Just landed," Sae replies. There are muffled voices in the background, which you assume are his bodyguards and paparazzi. After some awkward shuffling, he asks, "Are you at the property right now?"

"Yeah," You continue to tug at Isagi's hair, suppressing a moan when he flicks his tongue a bit too hard over your sensitive nub. "It's spacious and has a nice backyard, I—I think you'll like it." You're beginning to pant, almost whining, under your stepbrother's touch. 

"Mhm, send over pictures when you can. Is Isagi with you right now?"

You nearly choke out a sob as his fingers begin to edge their way inside. "Y-Yes!" You sputter out, launching forward as your knees begin to grow weak.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You can't stop the twitching and bucking of your legs. Isagi notices and wraps a free arm around the back of your legs, keeping you upright and pressed against his face. "I-I'm fine, why?" You breathe out.

"You sound like you're sick." Sae is concerned. Concerned for your well-being while you are currently getting fingered by your stepbrother. 

You almost cry when you feel Isagi’s fingers slip out of your sloppy folds. He gets up from his knees, gripping your waist as you stumble forward from the loss in pleasure, and grabs a hold of your phone. As if he's playing a game, Isagi holds up a finger to his lips, silently asking you to keep quiet. It’s almost scary how fast you see him transition from being an absolute monster to back to being your loving stepbrother all in a second. 

Even with his mouth covered in your slick, he clears his throat and speaks with confidence to Sae. "She's feeling a bit down now but I'll drive her back once we're done."

"Is that so?" Sae lets out a heavy sigh. "Thanks, Isagi. I should be back before dinner so keep me updated."

"Anytime, we'll see you later!" Isagi grins over the line before twisting his head down at you. "Sis, do you have anything else to say?" There is it. That look again. His smile sends shivers down your legs as he presses the device to your ear, rubbing it firmly against the side of your face. 

You can't find the power within you to break free from Isagi's taunting gaze. The way his lips grow wider as fear washes over yours makes you only fall for his touch just more. It's almost addicting as much as it's wrong.

"I love you, Sae." You force out the words and your stepbrother has the audacity to laugh.

Thankfully, Sae doesn't hear it. "I love you too. I'll talk to you guys later." And the line drops.

Isagi doesn't give you time to recollect your thoughts as he plunges his fingers back into your warmth. Your body staggers under him, hips matching his feverous rhythm, throwing the last of your morals out the window.

"Oh my god—!"

"You love him, yeah?" He hums in the crook of your neck and presses his hardened length against your plush thighs. "Love him more than me?" Isagi coos.

You throw your head into his chest, eyes shut tight, and inhale his stimulating scent. "I love him, y-yes I do...!" You fumble over the words and make a mournful sound.

"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way—" Isagi drags you easily in his arms to the bedroom and positions himself behind you while facing the full-body mirror by the closet. "—because you're going to be screaming out my name." He pulls down your dress straps and starts leaving hungry, sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulder blades.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you shut your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him even more access. "Yoi..."

"Look at yourself, sis." His sudden sharp tone makes your eyes shoot up. His sweatpants fall down around his thighs and you see him stroking his thick length in the mirror. Isagi presses it against your increasingly wet folds, groaning from how easily your body accepts him, and gives your ass a harsh slap. "Watch how I fuck you."

You can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, tears pooling at your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and guilt, dress straps slipping off your flushed shoulders, and the numerous amounts of hickeys from your stepbrother marred against your skin. And you still have that damn wedding ring on.

Isagi sucks his teeth in as he watches your chest rise and fall when he slowly enters you. The feeling is different compared to Sae's. 

Your stepbrother's cock is thicker and angled more to the right, hitting and stretching out spots that you didn't know existed. Once you bottom him out, Isagi pulls back his hips before snapping them back into place. Just one thrust from him is enough to knock the air out of you. He keeps repeating the motion until you're a writhing mess and a puddle from your heat collects onto the hardwood floor.

"A-Ah—w-wait fuckfuckfuck...!"

Isagi snatches your face in his hand and pulls you up against his chest, making his cock nest deeper into your velvety walls. "Visit me often, yeah? It's not fair that he gets to fuck this pretty pussy every day."

You let out a muffled moan when Isagi collides his lips against yours, his tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth. Everything feels so hazy, so intense, nothing like this reminds you of how sweet and gentle Isagi usually treats you.

"Baby," He breathes, relocating his hand on your face to your neck, he gives it a tender squeeze. "I'm better, aren't I?" Isagi lets out a whine when he feels your insides tightening up around him. 

Your eyes are glossed over, drool seeping out from the edge of your mouth as you mumble, "I—I don’t know… I’m—aaah…”

"Huh? What was that?" He pulls back, keeping the tip in, and chuckles when he watches your face twist in disappointment at the loss of feeling. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."

Isagi watches your reflection, paying close attention to the way your lips quiver at your next words. It's almost as if he's getting off at seeing your internal conflict with tears sticking hot against your lashes. Finally, you give in. "Y-You're better, Yoichi... you fill me up more than Sae..."

His eyes widen with glee. "That's what I fucking thought." Within seconds, he adjusts his grip on your hips and snaps back into your puffy folds. "If he ever makes you cry, you know your big brother is going to take care of you, right? No one can take care of you like I can."

You catch your breath when his toned biceps lift you in his arms. The second your back meets the mattress, his length stretches your hot entrance again. 

"Shit, it's like you're made for me," Your legs hang limp over his shoulders as he presses deeper. "You take me in so good."

You pant uncontrollably under him, wanting to start sentences but being unable to finish as his thrusts and the lewd wet sounds from your heat bounce off the walls. You can tell by the dark look in Isagi's eyes that he relishes in the feeling of making you feel overwhelmed and stimulated. Every time when you call out his name, when your moans are forced out by his animalistic thrusts, he clenches his grip harder around you. 

"Get on your knees, baby," Isagi coos and he lets out a dark chuckle when you obediently nod.

You struggle to get on all fours, lower body shaken to its core from the intense raw pleasure. You’re taken aback when you see the sheer amount of sweat and other bodily fluids that stain the mattress sheets beneath you. While you're brain is trying to process how on earth you guys are going to clean this up, Isagi has taken hostage your hips again, lifts your dress up, and is already repositioning himself from behind. With a swift swipe of his tip, he claims his territory once again. 

"Fuck," He hisses, watching the plump of your ass jiggle at every thrust he makes. His other hand twists underneath you, digits finding their home on your clit. "You make the sweetest sounds, you know that?" 

A familiar coil builds in your stomach. A feeling that has brought you and Sae closer dozens of times before. Only, this time, you feel yourself about to come undone by the hands of a different man. As his fingers work their final motion around your throbbing clit, your vision turns foggy, and your body slumps onto the mattress as your orgasm washes over you. Isagi groans as your walls fluctuate and squeeze desperately around his length, sending him close to his own ending. 

His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass, leaving half-crescent moons, as he pumps streaks of white inside and pulls out immediately, allowing some to finish dribbling out on your back. The sight of you spasming with the combination of both your and his fluids spewing out causes him to moan in delight.

"Once a month, right?" He repeats your earlier promise, hot breath ticking your wet skin. When he realizes that you're too dumb-fucked to respond back, he reaches over and attempts to wipe the sweat collecting on your face. His normal bright smile comes back and it's like nothing has changed. "Let's get ready to meet up with Sae."

There's a heavy shift in the air when dinner arrives. 

Isagi had graciously offered his hoodie to cover up the hickeys, knowing damn well that your husband is going to see them regardless when you return to your shared apartment. Still, Isagi believes he's still doing his due diligence as a good stepbrother.

You're sitting across from Sae and have been avoiding both males' gazes throughout the evening. From the second you sat down, to the moment Sae kissed your cheek, it felt so hard to breathe. You're not sure if Isagi is helping or making the situation worse by rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh. 

It's almost an hour into dinner and you've only taken three bites and are on your third glass of wine. Being the attentive husband he is, Sae picks up on your uneasiness and sets down his fork.

"Everything alright?" Sae eyes the two of you across the table.

"Yeah," Isagi speaks for you and curls an arm around your shoulder. "She's just feeling under the weather, remember?" 

You're too overwhelmed by everything going on, so you lean into his touch, hands gripping your thighs in the process like you're trying to crush something, knuckles white and fingertips bruising. 

You hate how going back to your husband's arms after this, talking about your future together, and potentially starting a family—all of it seems like it's the most daunting feeling in the world.

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Illicit Masterlist- completed

il•lic•it

adjective

forbidden by law, rules, or custom

Or, Harry is trapped in a contract, he’s found the love of his life, and fidelity was not a clause.

Featuring- asshole!Harry, I hate everyone but you, old money, no regard for other’s feelings, I’ll burn the world for you, bratty socialites, broken cameras, exhibitionistic tendencies, hidden lake houses, and forbidden love

Warnings- 18+, nsfw, cheating (with y/n), old money and wealth, Harry is a dick for real, smut (choking, cockwarming, breeding, exhibitionism, daddy kink, more to come)

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

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OMG COLBY CONTENT IN THE WORKS YIPEE WOOHOO!!😝😝>.<

Cravings Between Us | Colby Brock

Summary: Reader is a babysitter for the Brock’s

Warnings: SMUT18+, CHEATING, dad!Colby, married!Colby, flirting, slight arguing, kissing, hair pulling, oral (f rec), choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink?, creampie, filth

Word Count: 6.2k | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

I was feel’ pretty spicy when I wrote this so - enjoy!

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When you got asked to babysit for your neighbors for a night, you had no idea that it would become your full time job.

Most of the time it’s wake up at six, head over to their house by seven, get back home around four when Vanessa, Colby’s wife, got home and you gave her the rundown of what happened throughout the day.

Sometimes it’s earlier, sometimes it’s later, but you never have any issue with it. They paid you good and you loved their kids.

Vanessa was usually the one who you dealt with, if Colby was home from work trips, he had the kids, so you weren’t needed, which wasn’t often, honestly.

You were partly glad you never really had to deal with Colby, not because he was an asshole or anything, but mainly because he was hot, and he knew it.

Every time he was around, you had to force yourself not to look at him for too long. Part of you felt like he strutted himself around on purpose because, again, he knew he was hot.

You were neighbors, the houses were kind of close, so if he walked into his room shirtless with the curtains open, which he may or may not have done a few times before, you got a full picture.

When he would catch you looking, he didn’t close the curtains, no. He would give you a little smirk, shake his head and put a shirt on before leaving the room.

He always made you nervous, but in such a weirdly good, we shouldn’t be doing this kind of way, which oddly fueled the fire and felt.. good.

It was only a one sided awkwardness when you first started babysitting, but now you’ve hacked the code to masking your feelings for the husband who lives next door, and no one seems to suspect a thing.

Or, at least, you thought.

“Thank you so much for coming over this early, y/n,” Vanessa says as she closes the door behind you, “I’m running late, the kids are starting to wake up, and I didn’t pack my damn suitcase.”

“Whoa. Hey.” You laugh slightly, “Take a breath, okay? You just go up and pack, I’ll get the kids.”

She grabs your arms, “You’re a saint.” She shakes her head, “Thank you!”

You nod as she walks away, turning around to see oldest one walking down the steps, “Y/n!” He yells running over to you.

“Oh hello my little love!” You bend down, swooping him up from the ground in a hug, “Did you have a good sleep, huh?”

“Yes!” Caden squeals, “Can we go to the park today?”

“We sure can! I hear they added a new slide, so we’ll definitely have to go check that out today!” You set him down, “Are you hungry? I can get you some breakfast, I’m sure your sister is going to be up soon.”

“Cereal please!”

“Coming right up!” You walk him over to the table before going and getting his breakfast. As soon as you set the bowl down in front of him, you hear Vera’s cries coming from upstairs, “Oh, I’ll be right back!”

You job up the steps, “I got it! I got it!” You go into the baby’s room, scooping her up from the crib, “Good morning, sunshine!”

You give her cheeks a few kisses, “Let’s get you changed, okay?”

You take her over to the changing table, smiling down at her as you work to change her. Once done, you pick her up and return downstairs.

As you’re feeding her, Vanessa comes running down the steps, suitcase hitting the steps behind her, “I should be back tomorrow, but I talked to Colby on the phone last night, and he said that he’ll be back later today, so we won’t need you tomorrow unless he decides to fucking leave again.”

She looks at Caden and covers her mouth, “Oops. Sorry, baby.”

“Mommy. We don’t say the f word!” Caden corrects her and she nods, waking over to him, “Well, sometimes you just need to.” She presses a kiss to his head, “I love you. Be good for y/n.”

“I will, mom. I love you, too.” He laughs and goes back to eating.

Vanessa comes over, leaning down to kiss her head, “I love you. Be good.” She looks at you and sighs, “Thank you, again, y/n. I’ll be sure to send you money, or just have Colby do it when he gets home today.”

“I’ll just talk to Colby when he gets home. You worry about catching your flight.”

“Seriously. You’re the best babysitter ever.” She laughs, “I’ll see you later.”

You watch as she leaves before turning to Caden, “All done?” He nods and you nod, “Perfect. Why don’t you go up and change out of your pajamas while I clean up Vera and then we can watch some cartoons before going to the park?”

“Yes!” He cheers as he runs towards the steps, “Cartoons! Cartoons! Cartoons!”

You laugh, shaking your head as you look back at the baby in front of you, “Are you all done?” She giggles and kicks her feet, clapping her hands as you tap your fingers on the tray, “Are you all done!?”

You laugh as you take the tray off, unbuckling her to take her out. You walk back upstairs and take her into her room to change her.

After a few hours of just hanging out and watching cartoons, you made the kids lunch, packed the diaper bag with snacks and drinks and headed off to the park.

“When is daddy coming home?” Caden asks as he walks along side of you, “I miss him.”

You raise your brows and tilt your head, “Mom said he’ll be home today, sweetheart.” He gasps, looking up at you, “Really?!”

You nod with a smile, “Yeah kiddo, he should be home, well. I’m not sure what time, she never told me, but I’m hoping it’ll be before bedtime.”

He nods and points, “The slide!”

“That is the new slide! Come on!” You push the stroller forward as Caden runs towards it, stopping to get her out, “Hold on, Caden. Let me get Vera out quick.”

He waits while you get her out then quickly speeds over as you trail behind him.

You spend a few hours at the park, watching Caden play and pushing Vera in the swing. You talked to a few other nanny’s who were doing the same thing you were. Snacking on the food and drinks you brought and soon enough it was time to head back home for nap time.

“Caden.” You look down at the boy, “Look in the driveway.”

He walks forward, standing up in his tiptoes before gasping and whipping back to look at you, “Daddy’s car!”

You nod, “It is daddy’s car!”

“Daddy!” He runs forward and you yell, “Hey, wait for me!” You jog forward, catching up with the boy before opening the garage door, “Go ahead in, Caden.” You point to the door before getting the baby out of the stroller.

He nods and opens the door, running in as he yells, “Daddy! Daddy!”

Your heart skips a beat at the familiar voice that sets a fire inside of you, “Come here buddy! I missed you!” You walk in, seeing Caden wrapped in the embrace of his dad, “It’s okay. Im not going anywhere.”

You give Colby a smile as you carry a sleeping Vera towards the steps, “She just fell asleep.”

“That’s fine.” He motions, “Take her up, I’ll see her later.”

You nod and walk up the steps, turning into the room to lay her down in the crib. You switch the baby monitor on and take it with you as you leave, closing the door behind you.

You stop when you see Colby coming up the steps, Caden still clinging to him. You give him a small smile and look down as you go to walk by him.

“Hey.” Colby reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm, “Do you mind sitting with him yet, just so I can get a shower and kinda settle back in?”

You shake your head, “No, no I don’t mind.” You smile and watch as he sets the boy down, “I’ll just be downstairs.”

His eyes trail up and down your body as he nods, stopping at your face, “Thank you.”

You nod, turning away, but you stop, “Oh and not..” you turn back towards him, “That this is important right now, but Vanessa told me to talk to you about me getting paid today.”

You can tell his kinda tenses up, fighting back an eye roll as he nods, “Yeah, no problem.”

“You don’t.. you don’t have to do it right now, I can remind you before I leave.” You look at the steps towards a telling Caden, “I’m going to go before he wakes up his sister.”

“Alright.” Colby nods, watching you walk down the steps.

“Hey, hey. Let’s not wake up sissy, okay?” You walk him over to the couch, “Let’s play with your new cars, yeah?”

“I want to be the blue one!” Caden jumps to the floor, handing you the green one, “You can be green.”

“Sounds good to me.” You laugh as you set the monitor on the floor as you sit down. You drive over the city printed carpet and pretend to crash into his car which makes him giggle.

After a little bit of playing, you notice the baby monitor died, “Oh no.”

“What is it, y/n?” Caden looks at you and you sigh before getting up, “I have to go grab the charger for this thing. I’ll be right back, you keep playing, okay?”

“Okay!”

You walk back up the steps, peaking into Vera’s room to make sure she’s still asleep before walking in and quietly grabbing the charger.

As you walk out, you close the door behind you, slowly bringing it to click shut.

“You’re good with the kids, you know?”

Colby’s voice makes you jump slightly. You turn around, your saliva getting caught in your throat, almost making you choke at the sight of Colby in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m just.. good with kids, I guess.” You laugh quietly, “I love them. You have some good kids, Colby.”

He nods, a big smile spreading over his lips, “I love them, too. They’re the best thing about me.”

You tilt your head, “What do you mean by that?”

He shrugs, pushing himself up from leaning on the door, “Nothing.” He walks down the hall and glances at you before disappearing into his bedroom.

You let out a shaky breath before going back downstairs.

“Y/n! Look!” Caden stands up, “A car pile!”

“Whoa! Look at that!” You walk back over and sit down, “Hey, are you hungry?” He shakes his head and you nod, “okay.”

Caden looks over at you, looks back down at his cars and then looks back. He stands up, smiling big as he sees Colby walking down the steps.

“C’mere buddy!” Colby smiles as he picks Caden up from the ground, giving him a tight squeeze, “Did you have fun with y/n today?”

Colby glances over at you and you smile as Caden looks at you, “Yeah, she took us to the park and I got to go down the new slide!”

“The new slide! We’ll definitely have to go there so you can show that to me. What color is it?” Colby asks, “Is it blue?”

Caden shakes his head, “No. It’s green!”

“Green! Even better!” Colby sets Caden down and looks at you, “You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like.”

You glance down at the baby monitor, checking the status of Vera, “Mm, I’m actually going to head home.” You walk over, your eyes scanning up Colby’s bare torso and chest before meeting his eyes, “Might take a nap. Your wife had me come in at five, and they were both up early so you’re looking at an early bedtime.”

“Perfect, perfect.” Colby takes the monitor, “Thank you for doing this.”

You shrug, “As I said Colby.. I love your kids, so it’s not a problem.” You turn, “Hey, Caden. I’ll see you next time buddy. Maybe when mommy gets back we can talk to her about all going to the park!”

You notice Colby’s face scrunch with offense in your peripheral, but pay no attention to it as Caden runs up to you, “I’ll miss you!”

“Hey, I’m right next door, okay. If you miss me that bad, have dad bring you over and you can hang out, okay?”

Caden nods and you smile, “Alright. Be good for dad, okay? Give your sister a kiss for me!”

He smiles and gives you a thumbs up, “I will! Bye!” He waves as you wave back and you grab your bag. You turn to walk to the door and Colby walks up to you, “I think you’re forgetting something.”

You look around, avoiding having to look at him, “What.. am I fo-“

“Getting paid.” Colby smirks as he pulls his phone from his sweatpants pocket, “I’ll send it to you right now.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” You pull your phone out, waiting for the notification to pop up, and after a painfully long minute, it shows up, “Got it.”

“Great.” Colby nods, “If you want, maybe later you can come over for a drink, tell me how the kids have been.”

You bite down on the inside of your lip, “I don’t-“ you shake your head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Colby.”

“Why? Can’t handle your alcohol?” He jokes and you laugh slightly, “No, I just.. I would like to stay on good terms with your wife, I happen to like my job.”

He raises his brows, “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise.”

You straighten your posture, “Text me when the kids go to bed. Maybe if I’m feeling like a drink, I’ll come over.”

“What you don’t want to watch me through your bedroom window?” Colby smirks and you roll your eyes, “First off.“ you point, “Your son is right there. and second.” You turn to grab the door knob, “I’m leaving now.”

“See you later, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You can’t fight back the smirk as you walk out the door and closing it behind you. Your heart was racing ten miles a second, you felt sick, guilty, but at the same time, you felt that fire burning inside of you and you were also desperate enough to extinguish it.

You walked down the steps, around Colby’s and up your own steps to your front door. You unlock it, walking in and hanging up your bag and keys on the hook.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the exchanges you had with Colby, your married with kids neighbor.

You also could help but think that there was trouble in paradise with how Vanessa spoke about him this morning and how he acted right before you left.

The mental image of Colby standing in the door way, fresh out of the shower seemed to be permanently etched into your brain.

No matter what you did, you always went back to thinking about that.

You wanted Colby, but you also didn’t want to lose your job.

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It was creeping on seven o’clock and you had just finished dinner.

You couldn’t help but keep eyeing your phone every now and then, hoping it lights up with a text from Colby, but also hoping it doesn’t.

You grabbed your phone and headed upstairs. You figured you’d keep yourself occupied until that moment happens, or doesn’t.

Whatever, right?

You tossed your phone onto the bed and walked over to get a change of clothes to take to the bathroom. As you step back, you see Colby pushing open his curtains and a smirk creeps onto your face.

His stare is on you and it’s like your legs have a mind of their own as you step towards the window.

He smirks, which turns into that beautiful big smile as he brings his phone up. A few seconds later, you hear your phone chime and Colby looks back up at you.

You walk over to get it, walking back to the window as you read it, Hey there neighbor.

You roll your eyes, sighing as you type back, I take it the kids are asleep?

You look back up as he looks down at his phone, nodding as he types, You called it, early bedtime. So.. You feeling up for a drink? I have a variety, your choice.

You purse your lips as you chew on the inner skin, debating back and forth on what you want to do.

You let out a sigh as you type, One. Drink. You look back up at him through the windows and he looks back up at you, tilting his head with a pout before quickly typing, Two.

You type back, Fine. Two. I’ll meet you in the backyard. I don’t want to wake up the kids.

You look up, seeing him give you a wink before walking away from the window. You roll your eyes, mentally slapping yourself in advance.

You grab a sweatshirt and walk back downstairs, pacing a few times before you go out your back door.

You put your sweatshirt on as you walk over to your gate. You unlatch it, walking through and slowly pushing it closed. You take a few steps, stopping at the gate to Colby’s back yard and you reach over the top to unlatch it.

“Hey.” Colby greets you, alcohol bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” You laugh nervously, “What did you bring out?” You point to the bottle and he holds it up, “I just grabbed a bottle of whiskey, I can-“

“No.” You cut him off, “That’s fine.” You smile as you walk up, sitting on the couch around the pretty and expansive looking fire pit.

He sits down next to you, pulling up the sleeves to his hoodie before cracking open the bottle, “So. What shall we talk about first?”

“Um, the kids?” You ask, mainly trying to keep the conversation professional, calm, “They really miss you when you go away.”

He nods, handing you a glass that’s not even half full, “I miss them, too. Believe me.”

“No, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” You sigh, taking a sip of your drink, “Sorry.”

Colby leans back, his arm stretched across the back of the chair across from you, the fire illuminating his face, “No I know what you meant.” He chuckles lightly, “I just.. when Vanessa and I got married, she knew how much keeping up with Sam meant to me.”

“Sam is.. I assume, your business partner?” You tilt your head, taking another sip of your drink as he nods, “Yeah, we’ve been doing this since we were teenagers, we literally built our business from the ground up.”

“And that requires you to travel a lot?” You hold your hand up, “I’m not saying that that is a bad thing, but why don’t you ever take the kids with you.. or.. something?”

“She doesn’t want the kids leaving the house unless it looks good for her, and she won’t ever go with me. I’ve asked her time and time again, but she claims she doesn’t like flying, but when it’s a solo..” he brings his hand up to air quote, “Work.. trip.” He scoffs, “Fuck me I guess.”

You raise your brows and lean back.

“What?” Colby asks, and you shake your head, “Nothing, nothing..”

“No.” He leans forward, “What is it, y/n?”

“It’s just..” you shrug, tilting your head as you sigh, “I’ve been seeing a lot of you not being here when she’s here and her not being here when you’re finally here and the way she spoke about you this morning..” you scoff, “I could have smacked her.”

Colby raises his brows as you bring a hand to your mouth, “Oh my god. I didn’t- I’m sorry. That just slipped out. Of course I don’t want to smack her, I’m so appreciative of you both for allowing me to make a living from literally next door, I-“

“Hey. Hey.” Colby chuckles, “You’re good. I’m just.. happy, to hear that I have someone on my side.” He stares over at you, “You look like you have something else you want to say.”

You shake your head, “No, I just..” you look down at your glass and bring it to your lips. You finish your drink, cringing as the burn flows down your throat, “Need more to drink, is all.”

Colby chuckles, “Rushing through our two drink agreement I see.”

You scoff, “No.. I just don’t want to cause issues.”

You hand him back your empty glass and he fills it a little more than he did the first time. He extends his arm out, handing it back to you, “I haven’t heard from her all day, so trust me when I say I don’t think there will be any issues.”

“Why haven’t you heard from her?” You take a sip, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

He shrugs, “I don’t know.” He takes a drink from his glass, “We were so good, you know? We were happy. We bought a house together, had the kids.” He scoffs, “I honestly have no idea when everything started.. going down hill? I guess.”

“Do you want my opinion?” You raise your brows and Colby nods once, “Fire away.”

“I think, it’s the distance that you guys put between yourselves, I mean, stop me if this is overly intrusive but, when was the last time that you guys actually had a real, heartfelt conversation with each other? Dinner with just the two of you?”

Colby stays silent for a minute before tilting his head, “It was Valentine’s Day of last year, right before Vera was born. We had Caden stay with her mom and we went out to dinner, then a movie, and honestly y/n, that’s the last time I can remember actually being truly happy, with her at least.”

“Do you want to be happy with her?”

He hesitates for a split second before nodding, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

You take a big gulp of your drink, looking down at the dark liquid that swirls in your glass, “Then you need to do something about it, right?”

“How?” He shoots back, scoffing with a chuckle following, “Lately it just seems like she doesn’t even want to even text me, or sit on the phone for more than two minutes.”

“You have to bring it to her attention, Colby.” You look over at him, chewing on your lip. Before you can say anything else, Colby cuts you off, “It’s fine, y/n. I invited you over so you can fill me in on the kids, not be a marriage counselor.”

You laugh, “Hey, I’m here for you guys, too. Not just the kids.” You quickly bring your glass to your lips, accepting the fact that what you said could be taken multiple ways.

“I appreciate it.” He smiles, bringing his glass up, “I like talking to you. You’re like.. I don’t know, a breath of fresh air?”

You shrug, laughing slightly, “I’m just the girl next door.”

“Who watches me through their bedroom window.”

“I was hoping that wouldn’t come up.” You press your lips together right as you look at him for a second before looking back down.

“I don’t have a problem with it.” Colby laughs and you nod, “Clearly.”

“Yeah, well clearly.. neither do you.”

You take a slow breath in as you look up, “Your point?”

He shrugs, smiling, “No point, I’m just.. saying what’s true.”

“How do you know I don’t have a problem with it?” You squint your eyes at him and tilt your head, “I could.”

“But you don’t.” Colby leans forward, his elbows resting against his knees, “And I can tell you exactly how I know you don’t.”

You lean forward, “oh, please. I would love to hear this.”

He licks his lips, taking a drink from his glass before he sighs, “If you had a problem with it, you wouldn’t lay on that bed with your legs bend up and spread and play with that pretty little pussy with your curtains open, especially knowing I can see right into your room, from mine.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. Fuck.

“I-I don’t-“

He cuts you off, “Don’t try and act dumb. I know you well enough to know that you know exactly what you do when you do it.” He pours more alcohol into his glass, “I mean, I do appreciate you having your curtains closed when you have company over because I honestly can’t tell you what I’d do if I looked over and seen someone getting into something that should be mine.”

You set your glass down, completely shocked at his words, “I-I, um.” You stand up, “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

“You sure?” Colby looks up at you and you nod, “Yeah, Colby.” You walk around the fire pit and Colby grabs your arm.

You stop immediately, not even thinking about putting up a fight.

“Y/n.” He stands up, slowly moving to stand behind you as his hand moves from your arm to your waist, “I know you want me just as much as I fucking want you.”

You shake your head, trying to convince yourself that you need to go, but you don’t - you can’t.

Colby leans in, his lips close to your ear as he whispers, “Think about it, sweetheart. There’s you. There’s me. And then..” he spins you around, both of his hands gripping your hips tightly, “There’s the craving in between.”

You don’t even take another second before reaching up to grab his neck and pull him in for a kiss, which quickly turns into a rough and heated make out.

Your tongues gliding against one another’s as you moan lowly in the middle of it.

“There she is.” Colby mumbles, “I’ve always wanted to know what you sounded like.”

You knew you should pull away, run for the hills, but you can’t. No matter how many times you repeat it mentally to yourself, Go, get out of here, run. Run. Run!

You only wanted more.

“Come with me.” Colby slides his hand down to yours and pulls you with him towards the sliding glass door. He quietly pushes it open and steps in, guiding you in behind him.

His hands are on your hips, your back pressed against the glass frame as his lips trail up and down your neck before pressing to your own lips, “You’re fucking everything I could ever want.”

You stare up at him, the shock of your actions still keeping hold of you.

You follow him upstairs, quietly walking past the closed doors before entering the big bedroom that you’ve only ever seen through your window.

Colby closes the door, setting the baby monitor on the dresser before walking you backwards towards the bed.

You sit down, slowly lying back as his body moves to hover over yours, his lips once again on yours, “I want to taste you.” His voice is gentle, quiet against your lips, “Can I?”

You nod, spreading your legs wider as he slips down over the edge of the bed, his knees pressing into the plush carpet below him.

Your eyes stay on his as he trails his hands down your thighs then back up to grip the band of your pants and wiggle them down over your hips.

You bite your lip, lifting them up before he pulls them down, revealing the skin he’s only ever seen when you would wear those cute little shorts he liked.

His eyes dart down to the soaked spot on your panties, smirking as he looks back up at you, “I knew you wanted this.”

“If we’re being honest here, I’ve wanted this the first time I saw you.”

He tilts his head, “Feeling’s mutual, baby.”

You smirk slightly at his words, “I guess that’s.. good then, yeah?” You gasp as Colby slides his hands up and pressed your thigh apart, “Very good.”

He leans in, kissing along your inner thigh before he reaches your hip. He bites the band, pulling it up as he tilts his head back and lets it go, snapping it against your skin.

You let out a soft gasp, bucking your hips at the sensation.

He reaches up, pulling them down over your hips and thighs, tossing them to the floor once they’re off.

He wastes no time with leaning in and groaning against you as his tongue drags up your core. His fingers dig into your thighs as his tongue pushes into you, earning a gasp as your back arches up from the bed.

Your hand flies to tangle within his soft hair, moaning out as his tongue slides and curls, “F-fuck. Fuck, Colby.”

You look down at him, your jaw falling slack as his eyes meet yours. He gives you a wink before sliding up to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking and nipping which cause your thighs to spasm around his head.

He groans against you lowly, dragging his hand down to slip two fingers into you as he pushes himself upward, “I cannot fucking wait to bury my cock inside of you.”

You throw your head back, body twisting slightly as the thrusts of his fingers pick up. Whines leave your lips and Colby stops, “Gotta be quiet baby, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nod, rolling your hips to indicate you wanted him to unstop. His motion picks back up, immediately sending you back into the waves of pleasure.

He bends back down, lips wrapping back around your clit as his fingers pick up speed.

Your hand returns to his hair, tugging and pull hard as you bite down on your lip to stifle back your moans.

You gasp, your free hand slapping over your mouth as he brings you to the brink of orgasm. Your hips buck, body tensing and pulling him closer as he guides you through your first high of the night.

He presses soft kisses against your thigh as he slowly withdrawals his fingers. You look up at him as his body moves to hover above yours again, reaching down to push the sweatshirt up his body.

He takes it off, throwing it to the floor and your eyes ogle his completely fit figure as he slides your sweatshirt up your torso, “Take it off.”

You sit up, pulling both your shirt and sweatshirt off in one swoop, leaving you naked below him, “I-I.. want you.” You spoke softly, “I need you.”

Colby pressed his lips to yours as he reached down to push down his sweats just enough to get himself free.

His jaw falls slightly slack as he slips the tip inside of you.

You gasp, your nails sinking into his skin as your legs move to wrap around his waist, pulling him in more.

He groans as your cunt swallows more of him.

Your eyes roll shut as his cock stretches you more then any other one has, “O-oh fuck.” You drag your nails down his shoulders, “I-I-“

A gasp is sucked from your lips as he pulls out and thrust back in, quickly building into a slow pace, “Just wanna feel you right now, baby.”

You nod, your arms wrapping his neck in a tight embrace as you breathe out, “Feels so good.”

Your head turns as Colby kisses down your neck, moaning out as his teeth bite little mark into your skin.

“Everytime I see you, I just wanna..” He trails off and his thrusts grow harder, moaning into your neck, “God you feel so fucking good.”

You slide a hand up to the back of his head, your fingers gathering hair and pulling which earns another moan from him, “I’ve always been jealous of Vanessa.”

“You don’t have to be, sweetheart.” He assures and you drag your nails down his back, “She has what I want.”

“I can give that to you, baby. Just ask.” Colby kisses along your jaw to your lips, “I’ll put a baby in you. Is that what you want?”

He leans up on one arm, his hand moving to rest on your neck, “Not stop until I’m pumping that pretty pussy full of cum and get you nice and pregnant with my baby, huh?”

His grip tightens his grip on your throat, causing you to whimper, “Y-yes.”

“Yes what, sweetheart?”

“I want to have your baby.” You whisper, eyes rolling back as you enter your second orgasm. Your body tightens around him, walls squeezing his cock like your life depends on it.

“Fuck, you will look so hot being pregnant, even hotter because that’s my fucking baby.” He groans as he presses kisses to your cheek, moving his hand to hold his weight up as his thrusts grow more powerful.

Your mind was scrambled, you felt like you were floating. You didn’t know how loud you were moaning or what you were saying, you just knew that the person you dreamed about touching you, was finally doing it better than you’ve ever imagined.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Colby groans lowly, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Colby’s thrusts were growing sloppy, but he was trying to fight it, “I can’t wait to see my cum drip out of that perfect little cunt of yours when I’m done.”

Your nails dig harder into his back as you bite down on his shoulder to try and stay as quiet as you could.

“Feels fuckin’ good, don’t it, baby?”

“Y-yea daddy.”

Colby’s head snaps back and he crashes his lips onto yours, “say that again.”

“Yes daddy. Feels so fucking good.” You press hour hands into his chest, “R-roll over.” Colby obliges instantly, rolling over and pulling you with him.

You straddle him, slowly rolling your hips forward and back. Colby’s jaw drops as he watches you grind on his cock, “Fuck, baby. That’s it.” His eyes flick up to yours, “Use it. Make yourself feel good.”

You lean down, lips brushing against his, “Am I better than your wife?”

Without any hesitation, Colby nods, “So fucking better.”

You smirk, sitting up to press your hands into his chest before you start to bounce. You don’t know why came over you, but you loved it.

Colby would do anything you told him to.

You throw your head back as your hips slam down onto his cock, “So fucking big.” You look down at him, “Makes me feel so fucking full.”

He reaches up, grabbing you by the neck and pulls you down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth, “Cum in me. I want all of you, daddy.”

“Anything you say, mama.” Colby smirks, rolling you back over and instantly resuming his thrusts.

It wasn’t long until his thrusts grew sloppy enough that he couldn’t control it, and his cum spills into you.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, both of you breathing heavy as you feel his cock growing soft.

After a minute or so, he sits up, moving back and he pushes your legs up, “Beautiful.” He drags his finger up along your sensitive cunt, collecting the escaped cum and pushes it back into you.

Your lips part at the feeling and you look up at him.

He leans back down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You staying or going?”

You sit up, “I think it would be weird if someone walked in and saw us in bed together.”

He purses his lips, “Right, right.” He gets up, grabbing your clothes to hand to you, “Will I see you tomorrow?”

You smirk up at him as you get dressed, “Well see.” You give him a wink and walk over to him, “you might want to keep a shirt on for a few days.”

He walks over to the mirror and looks at his back, “Jesus fuck.” He smirks at you in the reflection and shakes his head, “Nice job.”

You roll your eyes and laugh slightly, “Thanks. Are you walking me out or what?”

“I’ll walk you out.” He nods as he picks up his sweats. You walk over to the door, opening it up to step out when a sound makes you freeze and panic instantly ensues.

It was the front door opening.

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Wowzaaa okayyy thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this. I love you soooo much and I will catch you in the next one!

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How would Perv!Stepbrother!König react to his younger stepsister getting into a relationship? He'd warned you about how sick and depraved some men can be, hoping that you'd keep yourself for him, a selfish and entitled decision he'd made.

König has known you for so long and you're all he craves, what he yearns for. You're the highlight of his day, what he fantasises about. He looks forward to coming home after a month long deployment, being enveloped by his beloved stepsister, to rut his growing bulge against your clothed cunt sneakily and quietly while you run your fingers through his tangled, knotted hair.

Do you think he purposely neglects himself, hoping that you'll see the effect your new relationship has on him? Does he create fake conversations and screenshots of your significant other cheating on you? Does he attempt to manipulate and coerce you into getting him off? He'll plead with you with his bottom lip quivering, forcing tears to stream his flushed cheeks, begging for a quick and sloppy blowjob. You already know that König is a social reject, that it's more than likely he'll never get into a lasting relationship with someone that actually cares for him. He needs something more than his own calloused and rough fist to get himself off, little mouse.

Perhaps he'll secretly record you as you suck him off, with those pretty soft lips wrapped tightly around his meaty shaft and your soft fingers fondling his heavy balls. It hurts him to do this, Mauschen. He warned you, and you should've known better than to get with that deranged, selfish asshole. He'll use these videos against you, blackmailing you into pleasuring him while being in a relationship with another man. He feels sick, but he knows what's best for you, Liebling.

I Know Best

Dark!Stepbro!König x stepsis!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, manipulation/coercion, blowjob, loser!König, non-con filming, implied cheating, faking proof, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1k

“How do you know he’s bad for me?!” you screamed back, eyes glazed with tears, slightly red and swollen. Both you and him have been going on and on about the same subject over the past week —since he discovered from his friend that you started dating a boy he didn’t know.

“I am your brother, Mäuschen.”

He was your brother. Well, stepbrother, to be precise, your father(he found him a nice man, fair and caring) had married his soft mother, and had given him a miracle in the form of you : his precious and innocent, little sister that he’d vowed to protect and cherish in all manners of way. in both reality and his filthy fantasy.

“But you don’t even know him!” you were always so very stubborn about having your way, something he loved and hated about you.

“I don’t have to to know what a boy thinks, " he had no reason to raise his voice to you like you were doing, he was your older brother, the responsible one, “I’m trying to protect you-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before you stormed off, cheeks puffed and lips pouty. He watched you stomp up the stairs and lock yourself in your room with a loud slam. König sighed into his palms, running his fingers through his hair, feeling exasperated with you and your stubborn naivety about the world. You were just as hard-headed as he was, so he couldn’t blame you completely. After all, you’d learned it from him.

But all he wanted was to protect you, the world was harsh, men and women cruel in their vain ways and selfish intent, and boys were the wort, their simple-minded thinking and mean intent would hurt you. Your generosity and affection would come back and bite you in the ass, break your big heart and shatter it in thousands of pieces. This boy you decided to date would leave him to pick up the pieces of your heart, to cradle it in his big palm and heal your aches.

König was your older brother, that’s why he knew best. He knew that, it was written all over him, but you seemed to be oblivious to it. He’ll just have to show you that all you need was him.

It wasn’t his fault that you were choking on his cock, nose buried in his musky pubes. He stank of days old sweat and oil and his skin and pubes crusty with old cum from when he jerked himself to completion in his room, watching pornstars that looked similar to you. It wasn’t his fault that he was in such a state of disarray, dirty and broken. It was all yours and he told you as much as your head bobbed between his thighs, head forced down by a hard grip, his fingers curled up at the roots of your hair.

Your neglect and distancing had drove him to depression, your forgetfulness of his presence in your life left him scrambling for any crumbs of affection you still had left —the ones you didn’t offer the boy. It was as if you’d forgotten he existed, forgotten he slept right across from you, forgotten you showered in the same bathroom and forgotten you ate ate the same table. You had forgotten him. And it hurt him so much.

It drove him into a deep depression, a dark cloud invading his mind and hazing up everything: from his day to day life to his hobbies and passion. all he could do without feeling his heart break was jerk off at the thought of you in his sheets, back arched and squiring under him, crying out his name and cumming around his cock. It was all he’d ever wanted since he first met you, the little teenager who hid behind her father despite being just a few years younger than him.

“I’m sorry, Mäuschen,” he moaned, hips rutting upwards and deeper in your throat, “but I warned you, didn’t I? I told you he wasn’t good for you.”

You gagged, throat clenching around him so tightly as you sputtered, adorable mewls and whines vibrating his throbbing girth. You looked so pretty like this, a sight he only dreamed of seeing, on your knees and crying around his cock. At first, he doubted you could take all of him, but you’d surprised him, watching his cock sink inch by inch in your warm and wet mouth, bulging the lining of your tight throat. He apologised for being so harsh, but he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into you every time you tried to talk, your every word making him shudder and pulse.

It didn’t help that you were so, so very adorable with red and swollen eyes, mascara staining your cheeks. It made his harder than any fantasy he ever came up with in his deranged mind, it brought him closer to the edge over and over without much effort, and he had to stop himself less he wanted to cum within the first seconds. The best thing was that he was the one who made you cry, his words and evidence rather than the boy. Well, he played a small part, but it was all him!

The pictures and the video evidence that he showed you from his computer, the pixelated colours that made up people and plants and building. He had shown you “proof” of your boyfriend’s betrayal, pictures of him kissing a mystery woman, his tongue down her throat and his hands groping her like he wasn’t a taken man. König knew it would drive the nail into the coffin of your relationship, you had crumbled in his arms, clinging to him in tearful apologies for not believing him and pushing him away. He held you and comforted you, promising that he wouldn’t do that to you, that he was loyal to you, but you didn’t know that he was somewhat proficient in photoshop and video editing, or that he had friends in the field. That was all right to him, what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.

“I know. I know,” he cooed, his tone harsh despite his voice cracking and depraved appearance, “I love you. Do you love me?”

You nodded, cheek hollowing and eagerly sucking him off, eyes rolling back. And he nearly came right then and there. Good thing he had cameras set all around his room, one in each corner and a big camcorder in the hand that wasn’t busy pushing you down his length.

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I’ll Let The World Burn

Hyunjin x Fem Reader (Bestfriends Boyfriend AU)

Tags: forbidden romance, smut, slow burn, explicit smut (oral m & f, unprotected sex, riding, fingering, recording, light exhibitionism, heavy angst, cheating, moral grayness, emotionally messy characters, guilt, betrayal, broken friendships, voyeurism kink / stolen panties / video exchange

Word count: 7.5k

Summary: You tried to be good. You smiled as your best friend fell for the boy you’d secretly been aching for. You told yourself it was fine, that it would pass. That you could handle the slow suffocation of watching him kiss her, love her, laugh with her—without you. But desire isn’t rational. And love doesn’t care who it destroys.

A/N: You’re here for sin. For breathless kisses behind closed doors, trembling fingers clutching secrets, and a boy who loves you like ruin.

This fic is messy. Shameful. Beautiful.

And if you’ve ever wanted something you shouldn’t,

This one’s for you.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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The theater lights dimmed, and you already knew you were in trouble.

You were seated at the edge of the row—aisle seat, leg stretched just enough to pretend you were comfortable. Hyunjin sat beside you, and his girlfriend—your best friend—was tucked on his other side, gleefully tossing popcorn into her mouth as the opening credits rolled.

You shouldn’t have been there. Not tonight. Not with them. Not like this.

But third-wheeling had become your unspoken role. After all, you’d introduced them.

And that was where the problem started.

⸻

Backstory…

You’d known Hyunjin first—met him on campus during a group project, flirted casually, shared late-night coffees, complained about professors. You were attracted to him from the jump, of course. Who wouldn’t be? He was all sharp jawlines, smug smiles, and that lazy, magnetic charm that made people gravitate toward him without even trying.

But you weren’t the kind of girl who threw herself at someone just because he made you laugh.

So you backed off. Told yourself he wasn’t worth the distraction.

Then you introduced him to your best friend.

And he fell for her. Or said he did.

But here’s the thing: Hyunjin never really stopped looking at you.

He never stopped with the lingering glances, the too-long hugs, the texts that made your breath hitch at 1:43am. It was always subtle. Always just beneath the surface.

Until it wasn’t.

You never told anyone about the night he walked you home drunk from a party and pushed you against your door just to look at you. Never kissed you. Just leaned in close, stared at your lips, and whispered, “You drive me crazy.”

You laughed it off. Called him a menace. Said don’t do that again.

But he did.

And now here you were. Months later. Lights fading to black in a movie theater, your knees brushing his as you tried to stay normal.

He shifted slightly in his seat.

At first, you thought it was accidental. But then—his hand dropped onto the shared armrest. Not beside you. On you. Pinky grazing yours deliberately.

You tensed.

His fingers curled, slowly brushing over your knuckles. Testing.

You shot him a warning glance, but he didn’t look your way. He was watching the screen, face blank, like nothing was happening.

His girlfriend laughed loudly beside him at a joke you didn’t hear.

And then—you felt it.

Hyunjin’s hand slid just slightly into your lap. Palm down, fingers splayed. Not groping. Not grabbing. Just… resting.

Like it was his.

Your chest tightened. Your thighs shifted on instinct, but not to move away.

His thumb twitched.

You bit your lip.

He was testing you.

And you were letting him.

You were trying to focus on the movie.

You really were. But Hyunjin’s hand on your thigh made that impossible.

It started when he casually leaned forward, whispered something to his girlfriend—some joke, something cute, something completely normal. Then he grabbed the popcorn bucket, pretending like he was being helpful, and settled it in your lap with a little grin that said “thanks for holding this.”

But then he didn’t let go.

You were too stunned to move. His hand stayed inside the bucket, knuckles brushing yours at first. Then it drifted—deeper. Slower. Until he wasn’t reaching for popcorn at all.

He was reaching for you.

Your breath caught as his fingers grazed your inner thigh again, hidden perfectly beneath the bucket and the shadows of the dark theater. You shifted, but that only opened your legs slightly—just enough for his fingers to press higher.

Still, his eyes were locked on the screen. Completely unfazed. Not even a glance.

You gripped the armrest. “Hyunjin,” you hissed under your breath.

He hummed low in his throat, finally flicking his eyes toward you. “What?”

Soft. Innocent. Daring.

“Don’t,” you said, but your voice wasn’t even convincing to yourself.

“Then stop me,” he whispered, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of your skirt this time—skin against skin.

Your body betrayed you with a sharp inhale. His thumb circled lazily, like he was testing how close he could get before you’d actually stop him. But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Because it felt good. Because it was wrong. Because you were sick in the head, and Hyunjin knew exactly how far to push.

“I knew you’d let me,” he murmured, voice a razor-thin tease.

You clenched your jaw, thighs trembling slightly as his fingers pressed higher—so close now, just brushing the edge of your panties.

And still, beside him, his girlfriend giggled at the screen, blissfully unaware.

You didn’t dare look at her.

Didn’t dare move.

Because the second you did, it was over—and you’d have to admit how far gone you already were.

You weren’t sure when your breath started shaking.

Maybe it was when Hyunjin’s fingers ghosted over the lace of your panties—slow, like he was testing the texture. Or maybe it was when he really stopped pretending to reach for popcorn and flattened his palm against your heat, hidden completely beneath the bucket and the hush of the theater.

You shifted slightly in your seat—just enough to press down into his hand.

God help you.

He noticed, of course. Of course he did. You heard it in the small exhale he gave, soft and amused, his smug little secret blooming between your thighs.

Then, like the absolute psychopath he was, he whispered:

“Keep still.”

Keep still? You wanted to grab him by the throat.

Because now he was rubbing you through your panties—slow and firm, thumb dragging up the soaked center like he was timing it with the music score. He had no right to be that smooth. No right to act like this was his seat, his movie, his body he was teasing.

The audacity.

You clenched your jaw and dared to glance sideways.

And there she was.

His girlfriend. Your best friend. Leaning her head on his shoulder, laughing at some cheesy line in the film, eyes glued to the screen. Completely untouched. Completely unaware.

And Hyunjin?

He met your eyes. Finally. Dead on.

Expression unreadable. Lips parted like he was trying to catch your breath in his mouth.

And then—

He slipped two fingers beneath the waistband.

Not just a graze.

A full, slow slide over your bare heat.

You flinched. Bit the inside of your cheek. Your thighs clamped down on instinct, but it only trapped him tighter there, and he moaned—the quietest fucking sound you’d ever heard.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re so—”

“Stop,” you whispered. You had to say it. You had to.

But he didn’t.

He just leaned in again, voice like honey and sin:

“She’s not paying attention. Not to me. Not like you do.”

Your pulse screamed.

He pressed his fingers a little deeper—just the edge, testing your limit. Testing his own.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered again. “Mean it.”

But you didn’t.

Because you couldn’t.

Because this was the fire you’d both been dancing around for too long.

And now it was burning.

It was the slow slide in that broke you.

Hyunjin didn’t even glance at you when he did it—just slipped two fingers beneath the lace of your panties and pressed in like your body belonged to him. Like it was natural. Like you’d been waiting for him to finally fill the ache he’d lit inside you from the second the lights dimmed.

Your jaw tensed so hard it almost clicked.

He was warm, fingers thick and careful at first, dragging through your soaked entrance—just one finger easing in at first, slick and smooth, and then another following right behind, slow and deliberate until his knuckles nudged your heat and didn’t stop.

He went deep.

Deep enough that your hips twitched, thighs clenching on instinct as your back arched just slightly against the seat.

And he still didn’t look at you.

His girlfriend, nestled against his left side, nuzzled into his shoulder with a soft giggle at something on-screen.

And then her voice hit you like ice water:

“Babes, did you ever end up messaging that tattoo guy? You know, the one with the tiny linework stuff?”

You turned toward her too fast—like your body was trying to escape.

But Hyunjin’s fingers curled inside you, and you nearly choked.

“Uh—” Your voice cracked. “Y-Yeah. I did.”

He liked that. You could feel it in the subtle roll of his knuckles, in the way his wrist shifted beneath the popcorn bucket as his palm ground softly against your clit, like a reward.

“Really?” she smiled, leaning forward now, eyes lit with interest. “What’d he say?”

He was fucking moving inside you.

Not fast. Not reckless. No, Hyunjin was too cruel for that. He dragged his fingers out just halfway and pushed back in—slow, wet, thick.

“Booked out till—” you gasped softly and coughed to cover it. “Uh—June.”

Her hand brushed your arm as she reached past you. “Oh damn. That sucks. You were really excited, right?”

Your eyes snapped shut.

Hyunjin’s fingers crooked just right—pressing deep against that spot that made you see stars.

Your legs trembled. You couldn’t even breathe right. His girlfriend was still talking, still right there, and he didn’t stop. His fingers kept working you open, pushing slick sounds into the theater’s quiet shadows, muffled only by the soundtrack and rustling popcorn.

She shifted back beside him, curling into his side with a little hum.

You felt everything.

The soft of her hoodie brushing your elbow.

The exact moment Hyunjin’s thumb started circling your clit—gentle, barely-there pressure.

The tension snapping up your spine like a scream trapped in your throat.

And then—his voice. A whisper. Only for you:

“Don’t make a sound.”

He said it like a game. Like a dare.

—

You didn’t mean to stand.

Your body just moved.

One second, you were melting under Hyunjin’s touch, your pulse screaming through every nerve, his fingers working inside you like he owned you—and the next, your thighs snapped together, your hand shot down, and you yanked the popcorn bucket off your lap like it burned.

“Be right back,” you blurted.

Hyunjin’s fingers slipped out of you in a wet drag, and you swore you heard a barely-there gasp leave his throat this time.

Your best friend blinked up at you. “Wait, everything okay—?”

“I just—bathroom,” you muttered, already squeezing past their legs, practically stumbling over someone’s drink cup in the aisle. You didn’t wait. You didn’t breathe.

You ran.

Heart hammering, body soaked with heat, underwear clinging like a second skin—you shoved open the theater doors and didn’t stop until you were outside in the open air, gasping like someone had just resuscitated you.

You didn’t go to the bathroom.

You went straight to the curb.

You fumbled for your phone with shaking fingers and called the first cab you could find. Every nerve in your body was screaming. Not from shame. Not even from guilt.

From the unbearable edge he left you on.

The ache between your legs was unbearable. You could still feel him inside you. His fingers. The way he looked at you like he was tasting the way you fell apart.

You pressed your thighs together in the cab seat.

The driver didn’t even glance at you. Thank god.

You wanted to scream. Cry. Touch yourself. Laugh at your own sick reflection in the window.

What the fuck was that?

What the hell were you?

You didn’t even know what you were running from more—Hyunjin, or the part of you that wanted to go back in there and let him finish.

—

You hadn’t stopped pacing since the texts started coming in.

bestie: where’d u go?? are u ok??

bestie: are u mad at me???

bestie: y/nnnnnn pick up

Then his name lit up your screen.

hyunjin: did i break you?

You froze.

That cocky bastard.

Not are you okay? Not i’m sorry.

No—did i break you.

Your fingers flew before you could stop yourself.

you: what the fuck was that??

His reply came too fast.

hyunjin: which part?

You stared at your screen, mouth open in disbelief.

Your phone rang.

You hesitated, staring at his name. Then, without thinking twice, you answered—already pacing again.

“What the fuck was that?” you hissed, skipping hello.

Silence on the other end.

And then—his voice.

Low. Too casual.

“That,” he said slowly, “was me giving you exactly what you wanted.”

You almost dropped the phone.

“You think I wanted you to finger me right next to your girlfriend—my best friend—in a goddamn movie theater?!”

Another pause. Then, quieter:

“You didn’t stop me.”

Your stomach flipped.

“And you came close, didn’t you?” he added, voice darkening just slightly. “So close I could feel it. You were clenching around my fingers like you needed it.”

You dragged your hand down your face, heart slamming against your ribs.

“You’re insane.”

“I’m right.”

“You’re a fucking—”

“—god?” he offered, half-laughing.

“Hyunjin.” you snapped.

His laughter faded, replaced by a silence too heavy to ignore.

“Tell me you didn’t like it,” he said, suddenly serious. “Lie to me.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

And he knew.

Of course he knew.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

“No,” he said softly. “You hate that I stopped.”

—

Two days later…

The apartment was too quiet for your heart to be beating this loud.

Hyunjin was on the couch—legs spread wide, one arm draped lazily around your bestie’s shoulder as she tucked into his side with a bowl of chips and zero clue about what happened two nights ago.

You were seated across from them in the armchair, one leg folded over the other, pretending to scroll through your phone.

Except you weren’t scrolling anymore.

Because Hyunjin had just sent this:

hyunjin: go take off your panties. right now.

Your breath caught.

Your head snapped up—reflex—and his eyes were already on you. No smile. No smirk. Just heat.

Like he was burning holes through your clothes.

Your best friend was giggling at something on TikTok, oblivious.

you: are you fucking insane???

You watched his phone light up in his lap.

Then:

hyunjin: probably.

but i wanna see your face when you walk back in here bare under that little skirt.

You looked down at your outfit. A stupid soft cotton mini you threw on without thinking. No shorts. No tights. Just the skirt and the little tank you slept in.

You were already halfway there and he knew it.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

you: you’re a piece of shit.

hyunjin: and you love it.

go.

Your pulse was thunder in your ears. You stared at the screen, then flicked your eyes back to him one last time.

He didn’t blink.

So you stood up on shaky legs. “Gonna grab a hoodie,” you mumbled, already walking away.

“Bring me one too!” your best friend called after you.

You barely heard her.

Once inside your room, you shut the door and leaned against it, squeezing your eyes shut like it might slow your heart down. It didn’t. Your fingers trembled as you reached under your skirt, hooked the band of your panties, and slid them down your thighs.

You were wet.

Of course you were.

The fabric stuck to you as you tugged it off completely, a quiet whimper catching in your throat as you balled them in your hand and stared at yourself in the mirror.

You looked insane.

You looked guilty.

And then you walked back out like nothing happened—panties shoved into your hoodie pocket, skin bare under the swing of your skirt.

Hyunjin looked at you the second you stepped into the living room.

His eyes dipped.

Just once.

And you swore he exhaled—like he could smell you

—

You should’ve known he’d follow.

You barely made it to the kitchen—heart still lodged in your throat, fingers clutching the cold juice bottle in the fridge—when you felt him behind you.

The air changed. Grew heavier.

And then his hand slid into your hoodie pocket.

“Hyunjin—” you gasped, spinning around.

But it was too late.

He held your panties in his hand like a fucking trophy, eyes dragging down to the damp spot you’d tried to ignore. His lips parted—just barely—but he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, stepping into him, voice low and shaky.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he looked over your shoulder. Past you. Back into the living room.

Where she sat.

Still laughing.

Still happy.

Still so fucking oblivious.

And then Hyunjin’s eyes snapped back to yours—dark, heavy-lidded, dangerous.

He took your hand—slow, deliberate—and placed it over the thick bulge in his sweatpants.

You choked on your own breath. It was hot. Hard. Throbbing.

“Because I can’t think,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath kissed your neck, “until I’m inside you.”

Your knees nearly buckled.

“Hyunjin—”

“Doesn’t matter where. Doesn’t matter how.” His grip on your wrist tightened. “I just need to feel you. Wrap that pretty pussy around me. Let me ruin you properly.”

Your fingers twitched around his cock, mind going blank.

“This is insane,” you whispered.

He smiled, like he agreed.

“And you’re gonna let me do it anyway.”

“Hyunjin,” you hissed, shoving at his chest. “You need to stop. What the fuck are you doing?”

He didn’t budge.

He just looked at you like you’d lost your mind. Or maybe like he had.

“Stop?” he repeated, voice too calm. “You’re telling me to stop now?”

“Yes!” you snapped, even though your palm was still curled around his cock, trembling.

“You’re not stopping me,” he said flatly, stepping closer, “not once.”

Your stomach dropped.

“You didn’t stop me in the theater.”

You froze.

“You didn’t stop me when I made you walk back into the living room dripping under that little skirt.”

He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“And you’re not stopping me now.”

You sucked in a breath—ready to scream at him, curse him, run—but then—

“Everything okay in there?” your bestie called from the couch.

Your heart stopped.

Hyunjin’s gaze didn’t even flicker. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t panic.

You did.

You twisted out of his grip like he burned you, stumbling two steps back and grabbing the edge of the counter to steady yourself.

“Y-Yeah!” you shouted, voice an octave too high. “All good!”

Hyunjin chuckled.

You shot him a look. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re shaking.”

“I hate you.”

“No,” he said smoothly, stepping closer again. “You hate that you love every second of it.”

You turned away, fists clenched, trying to breathe through the fire crawling up your spine.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered.

Hyunjin leaned in again—close enough to taste the ruin on your skin.

“Because no one,” he murmured, eyes flicking down, “has ever made me this hard for this long without letting me bury it.”

—

It was 2:13 a.m.

The room had fallen silent hours ago, swallowed by the kind of heavy stillness that only existed when everyone else was asleep. Everyone but him.

Hyunjin lay still in the dark, one arm thrown behind his head, the other curled tight around the secret burning a hole in his hoodie pocket.

He didn’t sleep. Couldn’t.

Not when his cock had been hard for hours, aching with every thought of you, with every replay of your voice breaking in the kitchen, trembling and furious and wet.

Not when your panties—thin, soft, still damp—were pressed against his side like a loaded gun.

Your bestie shifted beside him, rolling closer in her sleep, the blanket rustling. Her face was peaceful. Completely unaware of what was going on in her bed.

He waited.

Waited until her breathing evened out again. Waited until the room was still, save for the pounding of his pulse in his ears.

Then, with a slowness that was almost reverent, he slipped the lace from his pocket.

The panties unfurled in his hand like a sin. He held them up to the blue light of his phone screen, eyes half-lidded, jaw clenched.

His cock throbbed.

He brought the fabric to his nose. Inhaled.

Then he shoved down his sweats and lined up the camera.

He didn’t need the flash. Just the glow of the screen, casting pale shadows across his stomach, the lace, the hard line of him twitching with need.

He started slow.

The panties wrapped around his fist like a bandage, like restraint. Every stroke was controlled, deliberate, mean. He wanted to make it hurt. Wanted to make himself feel just how badly he needed you.

Your name slipped from his mouth on a ragged breath—quiet, hoarse, desperate.

The bed creaked.

He stilled, glancing at his girlfriend, but she hadn’t stirred.

So he kept going.

Faster now, rougher, until the muscles in his thighs were shaking and his hand was sticky with pre-cum and frustration. Until he felt himself cresting, jaw tight, breath caught in his throat.

He came with a grunt, hot and thick over the lace, spilling through the fabric like he was marking it—like he was marking you.

But he didn’t stop the camera.

Not until he’d wiped himself clean on the same ruined panties, slow and messy and shameless.

Not until he watched it all back once, licking his lips like he could taste you again.

Then he hovered over your name.

Didn’t even think.

He pressed send.

—

You couldn’t sleep.

Not with the way your skin still tingled from his breath on your neck. Not with the ache between your legs. Not with the memory of his voice curling around every filthy word like a promise.

Hyunjin was driving you insane.

You’d tried everything—blasting music through your headphones, scrolling aimlessly, even cold fucking water. Nothing worked.

And then your phone buzzed.

One notification.

A video.

You knew it was him before you even opened it. Something in your gut twisted. Your finger hovered for only a second—then you tapped it.

And then you stopped breathing.

It was grainy, dimly lit by his phone screen, but you saw everything.

Your panties. His cock. His fist, slow and steady, squeezing like he was punishing himself with every stroke. The way he bit down on your name like it hurt to say it.

Your best friend was there. Right beside him. Sleeping.

And he didn’t care.

You watched until he came—messy and raw and moaning through his teeth—and wiped himself off with the lace like it belonged to him.

When the video ended, your hands were shaking.

Something snapped.

You didn’t think. Didn’t plan.

You typed two words.

Doors open.

—

You didn’t even hear your bedroom door open.

You just felt him.

That heavy presence, that heat rolling in like a thunderstorm—thick, electric, and choking on tension. You looked up, heart stalling in your chest.

Hyunjin.

Sweat-slick hair pushed back from his forehead. Hoodie half-on, half-off. His chest heaving like he’d run all the way down the hall.

And his cock?

Already hard. Straining against the front of his sweats. Angry. Red. Dripping.

You swallowed hard.

His eyes locked on yours—then dipped to your bare legs, your shirt riding up over your thighs. His jaw clenched.

“You texted me,” he said, voice wrecked. “You said the door was open.”

“It was.”

“So you wanted this.”

“No,” you whispered. “You wanted this.”

A muscle in his cheek jumped.

And then he moved.

In one breath, you were gone from the floor—lifted clean off your feet like you weighed nothing. He shoved you against the wall, mouth crashing to yours in a kiss that tasted like vengeance. Like victory. Like he’d finally won.

You moaned into it, fingers threading through his hair, legs instinctively locking around his waist.

“You fought me,” he growled against your lips, dragging his mouth down your jaw, your throat. “You fucking fought me—”

“I had to,” you gasped. “You weren’t supposed to—ah!”

He bit your neck. Hard. His hips grinding into your core like he wanted to break through clothes and skin and bone just to get inside you.

“Too bad,” he hissed. “Because now I’m not stopping.”

You didn’t want him to.

He dropped you onto the bed like you were made of air. Your body bounced on the mattress once, and then he was on you again—ripping your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere into the dark, dragging your panties down your thighs like they offended him.

His hands grabbed your waist. He flipped you, pulled you onto his lap like a ragdoll, your knees straddling his thighs.

You barely had time to blink before he fisted his cock, lined himself up, and slammed you down onto him.

“Fuck!” You cried out, head snapping back, eyes rolling.

Your walls stretched around him—too full, too fast, no time to breathe, just burning, pulsing, pleasure.

“That’s it,” Hyunjin groaned, watching your body swallow him whole. “Fucking take it. You were made for this. Made for me.”

He bounced you.

He used you.

Hands gripping your hips so tight you’d have bruises in the morning. Lifting you up, slamming you back down over and over like you were nothing but his personal fucktoy.

And you were.

You always had been.

“Hyun—Hyunjin—” you sobbed, arms trembling, nails digging into his shoulders. “Too much—please—”

He buried his face in your neck, moaning against your skin.

“Don’t beg,” he panted. “Not when this pussy’s sucking me in like it’s been waiting.”

You keened at his words. Your body buckled, your thighs shaking.

He didn’t stop.

He wrapped one arm around your waist, the other between your legs, fingers circling your clit in tight, merciless circles.

You shattered.

Your whole body clenched, went tight, went still, as the orgasm ripped through you like lightning—violent, all-consuming, and blinding. You screamed his name, nails dragging bloody crescents into his back.

And Hyunjin? He lost it.

“Fuck—fuck, baby, I’m coming—” he grunted, thrusting up deep, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt, cock twitching, hot cum spilling inside you in heavy, pulsing waves.

He didn’t stop holding you.

Even after the last tremor passed. Even after you went boneless in his lap, forehead resting on his shoulder, sweat-slick and dazed.

He just stroked your back.

Soft now.

Breathing hard.

Like he hadn’t just fucked you like he was trying to keep a piece of you inside him.

“Don’t think this means I’m done with you,” he murmured against your temple. “Not even close.”

Oh babe…

You want the ache. The tangled sheets. The guilt that tastes like sugar on the tongue.

You want the delicate crash after the storm—where reality creeps back in, but the warmth of what just happened still lingers like bruises.

Let’s make it tender. Messy. Devastating.

Because this wasn’t just sex.

It was surrender.

⸻

The room was quiet again.

Only the sound of your breathing, still uneven. Only the warmth of his skin pressed to yours, still sticky. Only the beat of your heart, still not your own.

Hyunjin lay beneath you, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other stroking slow lines down your spine.

You hadn’t moved in minutes.

You didn’t want to.

Because moving meant thinking.

And thinking meant remembering that just down the hall, your best friend—his girlfriend—was fast asleep, blissfully unaware that her bed was empty, and her boyfriend’s cum was still dripping from between your thighs.

You swallowed hard.

“Hyunjin…”

He hummed.

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even know where to start.

“This was…” You trailed off.

He sighed.

“I know.”

You pushed up just enough to look at him. His eyes were already on you—dark and unreadable, but so soft. The kind of soft that made it worse.

The kind of soft that meant something.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you whispered.

“Yes, you did.”

You flinched.

He reached up and cupped your cheek gently, thumb brushing beneath your eye like he could smooth out the war behind it.

“I did too,” he said. “We both did.”

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye. You didn’t even realize it until he wiped it away.

“She’s my best friend.”

“I know.”

“And you’re hers.”

“I know.”

His voice cracked, just barely.

You sat in silence, curled into his chest like maybe the warmth would erase the wrongness. Like maybe if you stayed quiet long enough, the world would let you keep this just a little longer.

But it didn’t.

“I’ll fix it,” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ll fix it. I promise.” He looked up at the ceiling, jaw tight. “I don’t know how. I don’t know what that even means yet. But I’ll make it right.”

You searched his face. “There is no right.”

“There’s you.”

Your breath caught.

He leaned up then—just a little—and kissed you.

It wasn’t like before. It wasn’t possessive or punishing or filthy.

It was quiet.

Soft.

Like an apology he didn’t know how to say.

Like he wanted to remember this moment forever—before the world ripped it out of his hands.

When he pulled back, his eyes lingered.

Then he sat up, reached for his clothes in silence, and dressed without another word. His hoodie, his sweats. His calm.

Only when he reached the door did he turn back.

She was waiting for him. Warm sheets. A lie.

You were still in bed, curled up in the mess he left behind.

“I’ll come back,” he said quietly.

And then he slipped out the door—back into her room. Back into her arms. Back into the lie they were both pretending to live.

But you?

You just stared at the ceiling, your skin still humming where he’d touched you.

No regrets.

Only ruin.

—

The sun had barely risen.

Soft light spilled through the kitchen window, painting warm gold across the countertops, the floor, the shadows of a night neither of you could forget.

You stood at the table, bleary-eyed, a mug of coffee cooling in your hand, while your best friend rushed around the kitchen.

“I’m so late,” she groaned, juggling her purse, shoes, and half a piece of toast. “Do I look okay?”

“Perfect,” you said automatically.

She beamed, kissed your cheek, and threw a distracted “Love you both!” over her shoulder before disappearing through the front door, the lock clicking softly behind her.

And then there was silence.

Just you. And him.

You didn’t turn around.

But you felt him.

Hyunjin was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes heavy-lidded and locked on you like he’d been waiting for this moment since the second she kissed him goodbye.

“I thought you’d run,” you said softly.

“I almost did.”

He stepped forward.

“But I couldn’t.”

You stayed still as he came closer, until his chest brushed your back and his hands slid around your waist—gentle this time. No grabbing. No claiming. Just holding.

“You haven’t even looked at me,” he murmured.

“I’m afraid to.”

“Don’t be.”

He turned you in his arms, slow and careful, like you might shatter.

And when your eyes finally met his… you felt the air leave your lungs.

Gone was the ruthless, teasing Hyunjin from last night.

This man—this version of him—looked starved in a different way.

Like he’d tasted something divine and wasn’t sure if he was allowed to want more.

“I dreamt about you,” he said. “While I was lying in her bed.”

Your throat closed.

“I woke up hard,” he added, voice low, raw. “And all I wanted was to crawl out and finish what we started.”

Your breath hitched. “We already finished it.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Last night was hunger.”

Then he backed you against the kitchen counter.

“This…” he said, sinking to his knees in front of you, hands curling around your thighs, eyes burning up into yours.

“This is different.”

You gasped as he kissed your hip. Then the other. His mouth trailed lower, over your skin, slow and reverent, until he was pressing kisses to the inside of your thighs like he was praying.

He didn’t rush.

Didn’t tease.

Just spread you open and looked at you like you were a painting meant to be devoured.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice shaking. “How the fuck did I go this long without knowing?”

Then his mouth was on you—soft licks, slow suck, tongue working in lazy circles like he had all the time in the world. Like your pleasure was holy.

You moaned, fingers threading through his hair, hips grinding against his mouth as your legs started to shake.

And still, he didn’t stop.

Didn’t even speed up.

He just held you there, worshipping every part of you until you broke apart in his arms, sobbing his name into the quiet kitchen air.

He stood.

You were panting, ruined, still trembling—but he wasn’t done.

He pulled you up onto the counter like a doll—delicate and pliant—lined himself up and sank into you with one long, deep thrust that made your whole body arch into him.

“Oh my god—” you breathed.

“No,” he murmured, forehead pressed to yours, “just me.”

His rhythm was slow. Deep. Devastating.

Every thrust came with a kiss—your shoulder, your collarbone, your lips. Every moan earned a whispered praise.

“You feel like heaven.”

“Made for me.”

“So fucking perfect.”

His hands cupped your jaw, holding your face like he was memorizing it.

And when you came again, crying out his name, he followed with a groan that sounded like something between a prayer and a curse.

He didn’t pull out.

Didn’t let you go.

Just held you against him, your legs still wrapped around his waist, your breaths tangling in each other’s mouths.

Like maybe if you stayed just like this…

…it wouldn’t have to end.

—

He did it.

Hyunjin told her.

You watched from the hallway, heart lodged in your throat, as he sat her down on the couch. His voice was low, gentle, guilt-stricken. Like the weight of every stolen kiss, every whispered moan between your legs, was finally breaking his spine.

“I need to tell you something,” he started.

She looked up at him, blinking. Innocent. Curious. Too calm.

“This isn’t working,” he said, a breath catching in his throat. “And it hasn’t been for a long time. I’ve been—” He faltered. “I haven’t been honest with you. I’ve done things… with someone else. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. I crossed a line. I hurt you.”

She stared at him.

Then blinked again.

Then smiled.

Not sad.

Not surprised.

Just… amused.

“Wow,” she said softly. “That took longer than I expected.”

Hyunjin stiffened. “What?”

“I was wondering how long it’d take for you to grow a spine and say it to my face,” she said, her voice light, casual, dangerous. “But hey, congrats. You finally did.”

He frowned. “You knew?”

She laughed. Laughed. Tossed her head back like this was some kind of soap opera and she was the villainess on her third glass of red wine.

“Hyunjin,” she said, standing up and walking over to the window. “I’ve known for weeks.”

His silence was immediate. You could feel it ripple through the house.

“I saw your texts,” she added, turning back to him. “The pictures. The fucking video you sent her at two in the morning when you thought I was sleeping beside you.”

His face went pale. “You—”

“I woke up,” she said. “I saw everything.”

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off.

“And don’t even try to say sorry. This is fair game.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“That means,” she said coolly, stepping close to him now, chin tilted high, “that little interview I told you I had a few mornings ago? The one I left in a rush for?”

She smirked.

“There was no interview.”

Hyunjin blinked.

“I went to see someone. A man.” Her smile twisted. “Someone who actually wants me.”

His breath caught.

“You’re not the only one who can lie, Hyunjin. I’ve been letting you play your little games, watching you both tiptoe around, thinking you’re so fucking clever. But I’ve been playing, too.”

He stared at her, stunned. “You fucked someone?”

She tilted her head. “More than once.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “You gave up on me first. I just didn’t beg you to stay.”

Hyunjin said nothing.

You felt frozen. Ashamed. Sick.

But there was a strange, twisted sense of justice to it all. Like all of you were equally filthy now. No one above the other. Just a triangle of secrets and spite, betrayal and broken hearts.

“You’re mad?” she asked, stepping even closer. “Why? Because you thought you’d be the only one breaking the rules?”

“No,” he said finally, voice hoarse. “I’m mad because I didn’t know. I should’ve seen it.”

She chuckled. “Oh, Hyunjin. You didn’t see me even when I was right in front of you.”

He took a shaky breath, guilt and anger and some unnameable grief painting his face in shades you’d never seen before.

She turned, grabbing her coat, slipping on her shoes.

“You can have her,” she said simply, nodding toward the hallway where you stood trembling. “If that’s what you want.”

She looked at him one last time.

“But I hope you both know—you didn’t win. You just lost me.”

And with that, she walked out.

No crying. No screaming. No scene.

Just silence.

And the weight of your own sins pressing into your lungs like smoke.

You didn’t think—you just moved.

The second the door clicked shut behind her, your feet were already following. Down the hall, past the elevator, out into the street where she stood under the flickering porch light, arms wrapped around herself like armor.

“Wait!” you called, voice too loud in the quiet night.

She didn’t turn.

You caught up to her anyway, breathless. Heart pounding. Hands shaking.

“Please,” you whispered, stopping just shy of her. “Just let me talk to you.”

She finally looked at you—and god, you wished she hadn’t.

There was no fire in her eyes. No rage.

Just a deep, quiet disappointment that sank deeper than any slap ever could.

“You don’t get to ask me for anything,” she said. “Not after this.”

“I know. I know I don’t.” Your voice cracked. “But I need you to hear me.”

She didn’t move.

Didn’t soften.

But she didn’t walk away either.

You took that as permission.

“I never wanted this to happen,” you said. “I didn’t plan it. I didn’t even know how far it had gone until it was too late.”

She scoffed. “Don’t insult me with that. You had weeks to stop it.”

“I tried,” you cried. “I tried to be strong. But you don’t know what it was like—”

“No,” she snapped, eyes blazing now. “I don’t. Because I trusted you.”

That cut deeper than anything else.

You stepped closer, tears blurring your vision.

“It wasn’t just sex,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t some impulsive, drunken thing. I’ve been falling for him for a long time. Since before you even met him.”

She froze.

Your voice broke. “I introduced you to him… because I thought I could be strong. I thought I could push it down and be a good friend. I wanted to be a good friend. But every day you were with him—it felt like I was watching someone else live my life.”

Her lip trembled, but she clenched her jaw tight, forcing it still.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” you continued. “But the heart doesn’t listen. The heart aches for what it wants, and mine… mine’s been screaming for him. And I was so ashamed of that.”

She let out a slow, shaky breath.

“So that’s it?” she asked quietly. “You love him, so it’s okay?”

“No,” you said. “It’s not okay. It’ll never be okay.”

You took another step, close enough to touch, but you didn’t dare.

“I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t meaningless. That you weren’t some casualty in a stupid game. I’ve hated myself every second for this, but I didn’t want to lie to you—not anymore.”

The silence hung like a blade between you.

And then, finally, she looked up.

“You loved me too,” she said. Not a question. Just a reminder.

You felt your chest cave in. “I still do.”

She nodded slowly.

“I just don’t think I can ever forgive you,” she whispered.

And this time, when she walked away…

You let her.

Because love wasn’t enough to fix what you broke.

And some wounds just may not heal.

—

You didn’t hear the footsteps.

Didn’t see the figure lingering behind the open door.

But Hyunjin was there.

He’d followed without even thinking—expecting a fight, maybe, a screaming match between friends, full of guilt and blame and fury. He was ready to defend you, to take the fall if he had to.

But he hadn’t expected this.

He hadn’t expected to hear you break.

He stood frozen in the hallway, just around the corner, your voice drifting to him like a lifeline.

“It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t some impulsive, drunken thing. I’ve been falling for him for a long time. Since before you even met him.”

He inhaled sharply, heart clenching in his chest.

“I introduced you to him… because I thought I could be strong.”

His eyes fluttered shut.

Every stolen touch. Every breathless moment. Every time he thought he was dragging you into something you didn’t want, something you couldn’t escape—you’d already been his. Quietly. Completely.

You just never said it.

Until now.

When it was already too late.

“I just wanted you to know it wasn’t meaningless…”

God. You meant all of it.

When you came back inside, the hallway was quiet.

You didn’t expect to see him standing there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, head bowed—like he’d been holding the weight of the world on his shoulders and only just realized he didn’t have to carry it alone.

Your heart lurched. “Hyunjin—”

“I heard everything,” he said, voice soft.

You froze.

He looked up.

And he smiled.

It wasn’t cocky. It wasn’t smug.

It was relief.

“Everything?” you whispered.

He nodded, stepping forward. “You loved me before I even touched you?”

You swallowed. “I think I always did.”

He closed the distance between you, hands finding your face, holding you like something delicate and divine.

“And I thought I was the only one losing my mind,” he murmured.

You blinked up at him, your bottom lip trembling.

“I thought I dragged you into something you didn’t want,” he said. “I thought I corrupted you. Used you. I hated myself for it. But hearing you say it like that… I finally feel like I can breathe.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt. “I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“I know.”

“But I don’t regret us.”

His thumb brushed your cheek.

“Neither do I,” he whispered. “We fucked up. Bad. But I’d do it all over again if it meant ending up right here—with you.”

Your breath caught.

“You think we’ll be okay?” you asked, voice small. “After all this?”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then the corners of your lips.

“I think… friendships can be rebuilt,” he said. “But what we have? This thing that broke the rules and shattered everything else?”

He kissed you gently—soft, slow, full of quiet worship.

“That’s the kind of thing worth ruining everything for.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, it didn’t hurt to hold him.

It just felt like home.

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Authors note: This is a story that feels wrong but right, soft hands in dark places, and love that makes sinners of us all.

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cw: dubcon, non-con elements, somnophilia, manipulation, codependency, obsessive behavior, jealousy, netorare themes, explicit sexual content (penetrative sex, oral, fingering, degradation, breeding kink, choking, spit kink), voyeuristic surveillance, panty theft, dacryphilia, power imbalance, emotional abuse, forced dependence, explicit language, 18+ only, minors DNI.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s the sole heir of the gojo conglomerate, a silver-spooned prince with eyes like shattered sapphires and a grin that cuts deeper than any blade, born into a world where desire is a currency he spends without thought, yet starved for something real beneath the polished veneer of his charmed life. his penthouse is a glass cathedral overlooking tokyo, where he throws lavish parties to drown out the silence of his own heart, but it’s the glimpse of you—singing in a smoky bar, fake diamonds glinting in your ears, rented dress clinging to your curves—that snags his attention like a hook in his throat. he books you that night, not for your body, but for the way your sharp tongue slices through his bullshit, offering you a room in his apartment by dawn because he can’t stand the thought of you slipping back into the grime of your world.

rich boy roommate satoru who you meet under the dim glow of a bar’s stage lights, your voice a sultry thread weaving through the crowd, fake earrings catching the flicker of neon as you belt out lyrics about heartbreak you’ve never let yourself feel. he’s lounging in a vip booth, all long limbs and careless charisma, but his gaze locks onto you—not your body, but the defiance in your eyes, the way you hold the mic like it’s a weapon, and when he approaches you after, offering a wad of cash for “just a chat,” you laugh in his face, thinking he’s another rich prick playing games, until his soft, persistent charm and a promise of no strings convinces you to follow him to a quiet diner where he listens, really listens, to your stories of scraping by. by morning, he’s dangling keys to a spare apartment in his building, calling it a favor, but the hunger in his stare when you accept betrays the lie—he’s already weaving a web to keep you close.

rich boy roommate satoru who wastes no time reshaping your world, his generosity a velvet trap as he floods your closet with dresses, silk skirts so short they barely skim your thighs, tops that hug your tits until they spill over, all delivered with a sheepish grin and an “oops, must’ve misjudged the size.” he insists he’ll toss them and order replacements, but you, stubborn and wary of owing him more than you already do, shrug and wear them anyway, oblivious to how his breath hitches, eyes darken when he catches you in the kitchen, your tits practically falling out as you pour coffee. every morning, he tells himself he’s saving you from the life you led before him, erasing the cheap glitter of fake diamonds with real ones—earrings and a necklace that gleam like his wealth, a sparkling collar to mark you as his.

rich boy roommate satoru who can’t stand the thought of you selling yourself to strangers, his jaw tightening when you mention your clients, their sweaty hands and clumsy thrusts, because in his mind, you’re too good for that filth, too pure for the muck of your past. he tells himself he’s protecting you, offering you a job at one of his company’s cushy offices—easy work, fat paychecks—but when you shyly refuse, citing the debt you already owe him for the apartment, his blood simmers, because how can you be so demure, so soft-spoken, when you’re spreading your legs for anyone with enough cash? he masks his irritation with a lazy smile, thinking he’ll mold that innocence into something that belongs only to him, even if it means breaking you first.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s got eyes everywhere, not that you’d ever notice—tiny cameras tucked into the corners of your apartment, hidden in the vase of roses he sent, capturing every moment you think is private. he watches you on his phone at 3 a.m., your silhouette slipping out of a too-tight dress, or your fingers brushing against your panties as you change, and he’s hard as a rock, stroking himself to the sight of you unaware, his own private show. he tells himself it’s to keep you safe, to make sure no one else is touching what’s his, but the truth is he’s addicted to the thrill, to the secret of owning you without you knowing.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s got a habit of slipping into your room while you sleep, the city lights casting shadows over your face as he stands over you, heart pounding like a drum in his chest. he traces the curve of your hip with a featherlight touch, sometimes sliding your panties aside to slip a finger inside you, feeling your warmth clench around him as you stir, half-conscious, thinking it’s a dream. he’s careful not to wake you fully, but the thought of you waking up, catching him knuckle-deep, makes his cock throb, because even if you screamed, he knows he could make you beg for more.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s always stealing your panties, pocketing the lacy ones you wear for clients, the ones still damp with your scent, and keeping them in a locked drawer in his penthouse. late at night, he presses them to his face, inhaling deep, jerking himself raw to the thought of you wearing them for someone else, only to come back to him, his bed, his world. it’s a sick ritual, but it fuels his obsession, a reminder that no matter who fucks you, he’s the one who owns your soul.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s got a silver tongue, seduction dripping from every word when he leans close, whispering how much better he could make you feel than those clumsy johns you service. he’ll catch you in the kitchen, pressing himself against your back, his cock hard against your ass as he murmurs about how he’d eat you out until you’re sobbing, how he’d fuck you so deep you’d forget every other man. you laugh it off, thinking it’s just satoru being satoru, but the way his eyes darken tells you he’s not joking—he’s waiting for the moment you say yes.

rich boy roommate satoru who buys you everything—designer bags, heels that make your legs look endless, perfumes that linger on his sheets—but it’s the diamond necklace he clasps around your throat that feels like a chain. he tells you it’s to replace the cheap shit you used to wear, to make you shine like you deserve, but deep down, he’s marking you, branding you as his creation, his doll to dress up and parade. every time you wear it, he’s reminded of how he’s rewriting your past, making you someone who belongs to him and no one else.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s always touching you, casual but deliberate—fingers brushing your neck when he adjusts your necklace, a hand lingering on your waist when he guides you through a crowded party. he’ll tug you onto his lap during movie nights, his breath hot against your ear as he teases about how you’d look better naked, and though you swat him away, the heat pooling between your thighs betrays how much you crave his touch. he knows it, too, and the smirk on his face says he’s just waiting for you to break.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s got a knack for showing up when you’re with clients, “accidentally” running into you at hotels or bars, his charming grin masking the rage in his eyes when he sees another man’s hand on you. he’ll slide up, all smooth talk and expensive cologne, introducing himself as your “friend” while his grip on your arm screams mine, and the client scurries off, intimidated by the sheer force of his presence. later, he’ll fuck you in his car, rough and possessive, growling about how no one else can have you, his cock slamming into you so hard the seat creaks, leaving you trembling and marked.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s obsessed with your stories, the way you recount your clients’ fumbling attempts at pleasure with a laugh, detailing their quick finishes and awkward groping. he listens, leaning forward, cock straining in his pants as he imagines you under them, only to replace them in his mind—his hands, his mouth, his dick making you scream instead. he tells himself he’s better than them, that you deserve him, but the twisted part of him loves the details, loves jerking off to the thought of you being used, because it makes his claim on you that much sweeter.

rich boy roommate satoru who tries to wean you off escorting, dangling carrots like a trust fund or a private studio where you could sing instead, his voice soft but insistent as he paints a picture of a life without strangers’ hands on you. you hesitate, not because you love the job, but because his gifts—the apartment, the clothes, the jewelry—already feel like shackles, and taking more would mean surrendering the last shred of your freedom. he hides his frustration behind a playful pout, but inside, he’s seething, because you’re choosing that dirty world over him, and he won’t let that stand.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s got a thing for your demure nature, the way you blush when he compliments your singing or duck your head when he stares too long, and it drives him fucking wild that you can be so shy while spreading your legs for strangers. he’ll tease you about it, calling you his “little contradiction,” but there’s an edge to his voice, a quiet fury that you can play innocent while letting random men fuck you raw. he wants to ruin that shyness, to make you so dependent on his praise, his touch, that you’ll never look at another man again.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s always pushing boundaries, like the time he “helps” you relax after a long night, his fingers kneading your shoulders before slipping lower, massaging your tits through your dress until you’re gasping. he’ll chuckle, acting like it’s all a game, but when you don’t stop him, he’s sliding a hand between your thighs, fingering you until you’re soaking his wrist, your moans echoing in the penthouse. he doesn’t let you come, though, pulling away with a smirk, saying you’ll have to beg for it next time, conditioning you to need his hands, his control.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s got a savior complex, not that he’d admit it, convincing himself he’s pulling you out of the gutter, giving you a life you could never have without him. he’ll buy you a grand piano for your singing, install it in his penthouse, and watch you play, thinking he’s giving you a future, not a cage. every gift, every favor, is a thread in the net he’s weaving, and when you thank him with that guileless smile, he feels like a god, even as he’s plotting to keep you his forever.

rich boy roommate satoru who loses his shit when you tell him about your new boyfriend, some stable, kind nobody who takes you to coffee shops and holds your hand like you’re fragile. he’s livid, pacing his penthouse, because he’s been pouring his soul into you—paying your bills, dressing you up, listening to your every word—and you throw it away for a guy who’ll probably fuck you in missionary and call it love? he corners you one night, voice low and dangerous, saying you’re ungrateful, that you’re wasting yourself on someone who can’t fuck you like he can, and the hurt in his eyes cuts deeper than his words.

rich boy roommate satoru who starts sabotaging your relationship, subtle at first—cancelling your dates by “accidentally” scheduling emergencies, planting doubts with offhand comments about how “normal” guys get bored fast. he’ll hack your phone, reading your texts, smirking at your boyfriend’s sappy messages, then send anonymous tips to make him question your loyalty. when that’s not enough, he’ll fuck you in your sleep, slipping into your bed while you’re out cold, his cock sliding into your slick cunt as he groans your name, knowing you’ll wake up sore and confused, wondering why your boyfriend’s touch doesn’t feel the same.

rich boy roommate satoru who’s relentless in bed, the night he finally snaps, pinning you to his mattress, his hands bruising your wrists as he fucks you like he’s punishing you for choosing someone else. his cock slams into you, deep and unforgiving, each thrust hitting your cervix until you’re crying, babbling “i love you, satoru, i love you,” as he chokes you just enough to make your head spin, spit dripping from his lips into your open mouth. he grabs your phone, video-calling your boyfriend mid-thrust, angling the camera to show his balls slapping against your ass, your tits bouncing, your face twisted in pleasure as you scream his name, making sure your boyfriend sees every second of you falling apart.

rich boy roommate satoru who doesn’t stop after the call ends, flipping you onto your stomach, fucking you into the sheets until your voice is hoarse, your body trembling from overstimulation. he’ll pull your hair, growling about how no one else can make you come like this, how your pussy was made for him, and when you’re sobbing, begging for a break, he’ll slow down just to edge you, keeping you teetering on the brink until you’re pleading for his cum. he’ll fill you up, groaning as your cunt milks him dry, then spread your legs to watch it drip out, marking you as his, knowing you’ll never go back to that nobody after this.

rich boy roommate satoru who thrives on your tears, the way they streak your face when he fucks you too hard or when you realize your boyfriend’s gone for good, and he’ll lick them off your cheeks, his tongue hot and possessive. he tells you it’s your fault for pushing him to this, for making him jealous, but the truth is he loves seeing you broken, loves knowing he’s the only one who can piece you back together. every sob makes his cock twitch, and he’ll fuck you again, slower this time, whispering that you’re his, always his, until you’re too exhausted to cry anymore.

rich boy roommate satoru who conditions you to crave him, making you dependent on his touch, his voice, his money, until you can’t imagine a life without him. he’ll withhold affection when you mention work, only to shower you with it when you stay home, training you like a pet to seek his approval, his cock, his bed. by the time you realize you’re trapped, you’re too addicted to his chaos, to the way he makes you feel alive, to ever leave, even when you catch glimpses of the cameras, the stolen panties, the truth of what he’s done.

rich boy roommate satoru who moves you to a new city, far from anyone who might remember your old life, setting you up in a penthouse identical to his, where he can watch you through the cameras he’s installed there too. he’ll visit unannounced, fucking you against the floor-to-ceiling windows, your body exposed to the skyline as he whispers about how no one else will ever have you, how he’s your future, your everything. you don’t argue, because deep down, you know he’s right—you’re his, and the thought of anyone else touching you now feels like a betrayal.

rich boy roommate satoru who buys you a ring, not an engagement ring, but something heavier, a band of diamonds that sits like a collar on your finger, a constant reminder of who owns you. he’ll slide it on while you’re sucking him off, his cock stuffed down your throat as he murmurs about how it’s a promise—you’ll never need to sell yourself again, because you’re his to fuck, his to love, his to ruin. you gag around him, tears mixing with spit, and he laughs, thrusting deeper, knowing you’re too far gone to say no.

rich boy roommate satoru who owns you completely by the end, your body and soul molded to fit his desires, your days spent waiting for his touch, your nights filled with his cock and his voice. he’ll fuck you whenever he wants—on the kitchen counter, in the shower, while you’re half-asleep—each time more possessive, more demanding, until you’re nothing but his slut, his doll, his everything, and you love it, love the way he’s broken you down to nothing but him. you’ll wear his skimpy dresses, his diamonds, his marks, and when he pulls you onto his lap at parties, showing you off like a trophy, you’ll smile, because you’re his, forever his, and there’s no one else you’d rather be.

[darknightmareobject]

MINDGAMES | T. FUSHIGURO

⇲ PAIRING: dilf!toji fushiguro x female!reader

⇲ WARNINGS: cheating, corruption (?), porn w very little plot, swearing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), fingering, oral (m -> f, f -> m), slight nipple play, pet names (doll, princess, baby, sweet girl, angel), throat fucking, use of “slut,” “bitch (once),” and “daddy,” toji is a soft-dom (ish?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, UNDER 17 DNI.

⇲ WORD COUNT: 7,736

⇲ SYNOPSIS: in which you’re dating megumi and have been staying at his dad’s places with him while you try and find your own place. you can’t tell megumi that you’ve been feeling a certain way towards his dad because that’s weird, right?

⇲ AN: guys i am so sorry this has taken so long but here it is finally! i’m so proud of this one tbh </3 please lmk if i forgot anything in the warnings! reblogs are appreciated!

You’d been living with Megumi for a while now; he’d urged you to stay with him at his father’s home while you began looking for your own place. You were forever grateful for this gesture of hospitality; if he hadn’t offered, you would’ve probably struggled to find somewhere to stay.

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22 with toji? >___< i love mamaguro but sometimes i be thinkingggg..

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

A/N: ughhh ikr 🤤😔 ik this goes without saying (hopefully) but y'all don't cheat 😵‍💫 read fiction about ur fave anime boys cheating with u instead lmao

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: TOJI Fushiguro x f.reader

Summary: you and Toji getting up to no good in your favorite hotel room

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, infidelity, pns (baby, slut, bitch) cheating kink, slight size kink, nasty dirty talk, slightly mean/rough Toji, taking condom off (mutually consensual), breeding kink, slight hairpulling, one ass slap (why is it always just ONE lmao), kinda rough/manhandling but not rlly, daddy kink, prone bone/from the back, lmk if i have missed anything <3

♪ i keep going back to this hotel room...

Damn you, he thinks while squeezing himself into a condom that’s very slightly too small for his size.

You’re to blame – to blame for being spellbinding, bewitching, entrancing, irresistible, alluring… he never thought about straying until you showed up one day in the office, pretty smile and naughty glint in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” he seethes when he sinks into your tight pussy – so happily spreading your legs for him on the hotel bed. With how many times you two have come and gone through this room on weekends, you’re pretty sure the receptionist has figured out what happens behind those closed doors.

“ ‘s so fucking sexy when you arch your back like that for me, pretty thing.” Toji grunts, splitting you wide open on his cock. “ ‘missed me?” he asks cheekily, feeling how much you’re gushing for him after such simple touching earlier – he had kissed you like he was starved of the taste of your lips, touched you like he’s never laid hands on a female form before. It made sense why he acted so needy, you hadn’t seen him for two weekends straight after all.

“Mhm! Missed you so much…” you moan into the pillow, bringing your hands down to spread your pussylips so you can take his cock better.

His cockhead always glides in so nicely, but halfway in his length got so thick that your pussy just spat his cock out. He always chuckles when it does.

“ ‘been too long, baby, ‘gotta stretch out that pussy all over again. Make it remember daddy’s cock.”

Toji tightly pins your waist down into the mattress, just feeling a fraction of his strength turns you on. Yeah, you’ve met strong guys before – but Toji was fucking strong. He could toss you into any position he wanted, he could make you feel weightless at times.

Those calloused hands know your body better than your own. He knows which sweet spots to his to make you cream, what pace makes you claw at his biceps, what dirty talk makes you cum. He knows everything about your body. He almost doesn’t wanna admit it, but he knows your body better than his own wife’s.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you going dumb on my dick already. Keep it together, we just started.” He chuckled meanly, giving your ass an encouraging smack to bring you back to earth. “What? ‘This position too much for you?” he asked rhetorically – because he knew damn well that you couldn’t handle him pressing his weight onto you from behind like this.

“Nooo, I can take it!” you squeak, biting the hotel pillow as you hug it for support. He always feels so good that you need some form of comfort. The feeling of his fat tip nudging against your sweet spot and throbbing there makes you say some nasty shit that makes him smirk. “Fuuuck – just fuck me alre – fuuuck, mhm! Like that! Like that!” you sob into the pillow when he fulfils your wishes and pounds into you from behind like an animal.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls your head back, making his lips meet your ear – scar grazing against your skin. “Don’t go all quiet on me. I know how fucking nasty you are – what’ve you been wanting to tell me huh? I know you missed me bad.”

His cockhead hits the spot that makes you spill the truth. “Fuuuck – daddy fuck me like I’m yours.” You said, “F-fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Shit… dirty fuckin’ bitch, you talk like that and you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes heavily into your ear, sweat already beading off his abdomen with his intensely he’s rutting into you. “You really like me, huh? Haha, yeah, I know – it’s so cute. So cute that you cum so much on this cheating cock. Uh-huh, don’t get shy on me now – we both know we get off on that. Just be honest with yourself – there we go, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

He groans, big arms entangling with your body. You can feel his muscles twitching, you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex all mixing in the air. And him? He’s burying his head into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. Your perfume drives him nuts, it makes him dizzy like he’s some lovesick teenager.

Everything he holds back from telling you, he admits when he’s pussy-drunk and about to cum. “Fuck, sweet thing, ‘wanna give you a baby. D’you want that? Yeah? F-fuck really? You sure? You want my babies? Shit alright, I’ll give you a fucking baby t’night. Don’t tell her it’s mine.” He said, tugging his cock out of your pussy despite your walls hugging him like they were trying to keep him in there forever.

You reach behind you and pull off the condom yourself, and he just watches, half-drooling at the sight, before plunging back inside you and doing what he promised – giving you his babies.