siddhigirls

[siddhigirls]

dean huijsen is so fucking sexy

[siddhigirls]

you like knives during sex???wow that’s so weird???????? what wrong with you???? how can you like that??? you’re sick……what’s your number??? your address???

[siddhigirls]

i’ve posted 3 diff stories after keeping them in my drafts for a few months lol happy new year, stuff for squid games coming out soon!

[siddhigirls]

biggest fan

J.B x fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), breeding, praising i.e good girl. lmk if i forgot any.

there you were, in the crowded stadium, watching your favourite football team playing and in the lead of the first half. during the halftime break you went on your phone as your boyfriend talks about how shit the other team is playing, you don’t pay much attention to him because someone else has your attention.

there he was, in all of his glory, your biggest celebrity crush— although you are a celebrity yourself you can’t help but fangirl over him. you were pretty close to the field so you could see him clear, he takes off his shirt to show off his perfect physique and you can’t help but drool. fans scream for his name behind you but it was just completely muffled in your head because all you could think of is how good he could fuck you. bellingham was walking your way to talk to fans, you play it cool but internally you were screaming. he comes up to talk to all the fans and sign autographs, stuff like that until he met with your eyes. “wait- aren’t you y/n y/l/n?” he asks, ‘holy shit he knows me’ you said in your head, you were classy though, you shook his hand “yes i am, nice to meet you.” giving him a friendly smile, he smiled back with his perfect teeth, matching your body language.

body leaned towards you, hand resting on the gate, his grip firm, intertwined with yours. you let go as your boyfriend also introduces himself.

you were fairly humble regardless of your countless movie roles, you were the talk of celebrity news. you have no social media presence, raising intriguing thoughts with a lot of your fans, especially bellingham. he was no saint when it comes to you, he constantly thinks about ways to get you, he loved that you were deemed the media’s secret desire. your thoughts were crowded by how you could get bellingham alone so you could show how much of a big fan you were.

-

months after the game many things have changed, there were rumours that jude had a new girlfriend, you and your ex broke up, yet you were still talked about by many.

you were in london, as it was your favourite place in the entire world, you were at a pub, having a glass of wine to yourself until you got a text from your friend that lived in london. he was having a big party and he was inviting you, mentioning that many celebrities would come. usually you’d decline and just stay at home and listen to the rain hit the window of your little apartment in the middle of piccadilly circus; but you wanted a change of scenery. forcing yourself to pay your tab and go home and get ready for whatever the night has in for you.

-

you got out the cab to see your friends place in the middle of nowhere, huge house towering over you and music loud enough to hear a kilometre away, you walked in, chin up high. you were never a nervous person, you were always very secure in yourself and knew you were a prize. you let yourself in to see multiple A-list celebrities in dresses from brands that aren’t even known to you, all talking to each other. you locked eyes with your friend and he gave you a warm welcome, kissing your hand and telling you how gorgeous you look tonight. “y/n darling, i swear you get more beautiful and beautiful as the time passes by, the bar is right there, help yourself to absolutely anything, if you want time alone you know where the guest bedroom is”

you nodded in response as you look at the people mingling. your friend was a football journalist so you expected to see a lot of football players in the room. you made your way to the bar and asked for an old fashioned, you decided to go outside your comfort zone so you spoke to the person that was right next to you. you recognized that clean haircut anywhere.

“hi bellingham” he turned around to lock with your eyes, butterflies in your tummy once again. “you again, you know pablo?” you nodded in response, “fancy seeing your face again, where’s your boyfriend?” he asked. you raised your eyebrows and said “oh we broke up a few days after the game.” you turned your body fully to him as he mirrors your action.

-

“you don’t understand how long i’ve been thinking about this” jude breathlessly says in between kisses as he brings you in the guest bedroom of your friends house, the moonlight shining through the blowing curtains, cold air hitting your skin, hardening your nipples making them peak through your skin tight dress. your beautiful perfume intoxicating jude’s nostrils, often going down to your neck and kissing it. “fuck jude me neither.”

slamming you against the wall as he pushes your dress up, you spread your legs apart for him like you were reading his mind, he kneeled down, looking at your clothed pussy with your wetness seeping through. he couldn’t wait any longer, ripping off your lace panties and starts teasing his dick against your right wet pussy. he entered you feeling your pussy swallowing his dick immediately, like your pussy was made for his dick. you looked down to watch him quickly thrust into you, turning you on even more at the sight. you couldn’t help but not keep quiet, his hand making its way to your mouth and holding it tight. “i know baby it feels good but i need you to keep quiet, no need for interruption. need to take my time with you- fucking christ you feel amazing” he purrs in your ear.

it was so full of passion— like you were meant to have sex with him. your pussy was getting stretched out by his thick cock consistently thrusting into you, you clenched on to him not being able to old your cum in any longer. “fuck baby just like that. i wanna cum with you just a little longer baby please” he pleaded. he sounded so good saying please in his birmingham accent. his thrusts became sloppy and slow. “cum baby, you can do it. you’re such a good girl— fuck.” he reassures you after you cum on his dick making a ring, his tip kissing your cervix as you felt his warm seed filling you up”

he pulled out of you, sharing one last kiss with you before putting his suit back on and wiping off the sweat off his forehead. he helped you put your dress back on and fixed your hair a little. “can’t believe my celebrity crush is about to walk around in public with my cum leaking outside of her.”

[siddhigirls]

casual

pairing: jude bellingham x afab!reader

warnings: angsty

jude puts on his shirt while you sit with your knees to your chest. you and jude have been messing around for a few months in secret. “goodbye y/n, i’ll call you later” he says kissing your forehead, you didn’t even say bye back.

—

“jude.. i really like you. i’ve been liking since i’ve first met you when we were teenagers.” you finally admitted, he said nothing back. “say something..” you say slightly embarrassed.

“i like you back.. but i’m not ready for a relationship” he lied through his teeth. jude was always attracted to you, physically but he was never a relationship guy ever since his ex cheated on him. “i can’t be in a relationship but we can do relationship stuff..” he says looking away, you wanted him so bad, even if it meant he can’t be yours, at least you could have his affection. you agreed. ever since that night your friendship was broken. every time you guys hung out, it ended with both of you guys, kissing, intimately holding each other.

you always knew jude was a heart throb with all his fans, it physically hurt you to watch him get all this attention, you were once posted on his instagram and his little bereals but everything of you on his instagram was taken down and you guys rarely even hangout without it ending up sexual.

—

you and jude’s parents were always close and his parents always loved you. they invited you for dinner just to catch up but, as always, jude fucked you in the bathroom, although you didn’t really want him to fuck you the way he does, he fucks you because he wants to, not because he’s in love with you. in the back of his mind he has other girls lined up. you guys went to the dinner table and you were oddly quiet, although you spoke when spoken to.

why are you so bitter rn? lighten up baby

the text made you straighten up and changed your demeanour for the rest of the night.

‘anything for him’ you thought to yourself

—

jobe, jude’s little brother called you. he always loved you and thought you were the right girl for jude, he often talked sense to jude but jude turned a blind eye to it.

jude wiped his mouth after eating you out, this was the first time you guys ever did something so intimate, “just casual?” jude says

“i know baby, no attachment”

—

you were done, you’ve been draining yourself for months and months just to make jude happy, he was your first everything. so, every time he texted you, you ignored him.

he took advantage of how much he liked you, and you’d never think he would do something like that.

hey, can i come thru?

miss u

why r u ignoring me

mate wtf

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you shut off your phone, you were relaxing in your silk pyjamas, scrolling mindlessly on tiktok.

you heard a knock at your door, despite it being really late you recognized that specific knock. you opened the door to face jude, you looked at him with no expression, jude was always really bold and vocal so instead of saying something he pushed you out the way to let himself in your loft. he was watching the window looking at piccadilly circus, watching the rain hit your windows. you sat down on your couch and he follows. the silence was thick, you don’t even wanna look at him because of how embarrassed you were. “what’s wrong baby..” he says softly, moving closer to you. you wanted to touch him so bad but you held back. he started kissing your shoulders and neck as he tries to take off your shirt. “no..” you say pushing him off.

“what did i do?” he exclaimed “im tired of you stepping all over me jude. i need you to leave” he left without a pause, didn’t even try fighting for you but that just shows you that he doesn’t deserve you.

present

it was new year’s eve. you haven’t spoken to jude since that moment where you didn’t have sex with him, you stood up for yourself and he didn’t expect it. your instagram wasn’t that big so every time you posted on your story you saw him lurking. he was still watching you from far, scoping out when he could contact you.

you could care less about what he does, you deleted everything that was associated with him. during your healing stages you missed him so much to the point where you’ve completely stopped watching football. his brother often messages you trying to see if you were good, even as going as far as calling his own blood a complete dumbass, but your heart was so heavy and full of love that you told him to not speak ill of his older brother.

his parents were well aware about what happened between you and jude, and it was safe to say they were on your side but understandably kept their distance because they still want to have loyalty for their son.

you were on a date with another guy and you were both sitting inside of an italian restaurant in front of the window with the view of the street, you were in the heart of london, giggling and sharing a bottle of wine. his smile bringing butterflies to your stomach, you haven’t felt like this in so long. the streets were filled with drunk, and loud people, it was a minute till count down so you and your date got up and went to the bar to celebrate the new year with a kiss.

3..

2…

1…

you and your dates lips touch as you melt into his embrace, you forgot about everything bad in the past year. the kiss was short yet so passionate, you pulled away looking into his eyes and you felt a pair of eyes burning into your skull, you look across the room; your stomach dropping with a pair of familiar eyes looking at you with disbelief. you turn away bringing your date back to your table.

jude was hurt, you moved on to better things meanwhile he was left in the dark, he had no one else to blame but himself.

[siddhigirls]

blue jeans, white shirt

pairing: joao felix x reader

warnings: angsty

preface: your ex bf is famous af and he forgot about u from the fame, or so u thought

i will love you till the end of time, i would wait a million years. promise you’ll remember that you’re mine. baby can you see through the tears?

when joão got transferred to chelsea you guys have been dating for a year but it was getting quite serious. he was shown as the new young left winger from portugal. he got his fame from being on chelsea but you knew him when he first joined benfica. you have been knowing him since you were a child so you know everything about him. his pet peeves, his favourite songs, his little quirks and that’s what he liked about you.

you were attentive and loving, you both always had a connection since you were both teenagers. the connection quickly turned to dust when he stopped being attentive to you. he would have events and he stopped inviting you, he stopped inviting you to games, he just ghosted you overall. his mom often calls you to see if you guys have spoken but you secretly hated it. he was your first love, your first body, your first kiss. you were shattered when you realized he wasn’t putting in his all anymore so it was safe to say you guys were done, you deletes his number, unfollowed him on instagram, blocked him on snapchat, deleted anything of him on your phone, you even stopped watching football.

you were back home in portugal for the summer and you were staying again your familys villa, not a single thought in your brain except for seeing your new boyfriend. your new boyfriend was caring and great to you, helped you get over joão. you know your mother was inviting some family friends over and you know it was going to be the félix family but joão stopped attending family functions all together because he was “too busy”. you got out of the shower and you were changing into your pjs so you could do your makeup and you heard the front door open, you assumed it was your boyfriend until you heard a familiar loud voice. your stomach dropped and you started breathing heavily, you haven’t seen him since he’s joined barcelona and it’s now the middle of august.

you gave yourself a pep talk and reminded yourself that he means nothing now and your boyfriend is on the way now. you called your boyfriend to see where he is and he picked up on the last couple of rings. “hey y/n baby, i’m sorry but i don’t think i’ll be able to make it tonight. work is just a lot right now” he says, your stomach dropped yet again. “okay baby. i love you” you say swallowing your panic. you got ready and just tried to go on about your day.

you looked gorgeous. you lost weight, done your hair differently, you were barely wearing makeup. you were wearing a beautiful short summer dress with your perfect manicured hands and toes. joão loved how feminine you were. you walked downstairs of the villa and everyone’s eyes were on you. mrs félix ran up to you and gave you a big kiss on your cheek, you smiled as you hugged everyone, except joão. you just gave him a friendly wave as he looked at you in awe.

you went through the dinner with funny stories of your younger self as well as joão, before you would’ve been missing him but now you feel nothing. “eu vou ao banheiro” (i’m going to the bathroom) everyone nods as you get up, your heels clicking on the ground as you make your way to the bathroom. “wow she’s beautiful..” joão’s mother said to your parents, she turns her head towards her son “why would you do that.. she’s perfect joão”

“não sei..” (i don’t know) “vá falar com ela” his mother whispers to him. joão gets up, making his way to the home he has spent multiple nights over as a child.. multiple family pictures including a photo of you and joão, he sighed and smiled to himself as he takes a photo of it, he hears a familiar clicking, he looks to his left to see you walking toward him, not even looking at him. joão’s heart ached as you walked by him without even looking at him. “y/n.. please..” he says, you stop in your tracks, but continue walking. he walks up to you and turns you around to face him, the teary eyed boy looks at you, he noticed your gaze wasn’t the same as before, it was a cold different gaze. broken, “why did you do that..” you said with no expression on your face. “i’m sorry..”

“but you aren’t.”

he looked defeated to say the least. “if you were sorry you wouldn’t have done what you did, you fell out of love with me, and it’s okay. i’ve accepted it. but the reason why you were okay with it at first was because you knew i was in love with you, but now you aren’t because i’m with someone who actually loves me. it’s time for you to accept it joão, it’ll never be the same.” your words came out like a knife to his chest, your eyes started to water. someone who was once your best friend was now nobody to you. he saw a side of you nobody as seen, but unfortunately you loved him more than he loved you. truth be told but joão never fell out of love with you.

you walked away a few tears falling down your soft cheeks, you turn around to see joão’s hands covering his face as he heaves, you’ve never seen him cry like this. ever. you wipe your tears as you go back to the table plastering a fake smile, your family not having a single clue in the world about what just happened. few minutes after joão comes to the living room looking normal. you both exchanged a weak smile, your heart ached as well as his.

months pass by, you broke up with your boyfriend, joão’s loan at barca ended, and it’s officially euros season. despite avoiding watching football because of joão, you decided to start watching with your father, but tonight you’re at a hotel in berlin, 10 minutes away from the stadium. you posted on your story the place you were at. drinking a glass of wine as you lay on your bed doing your work on your computer, it was close to 2 am, you start to shut everything off as you hear the storm hitting your hotel window, you pull the covers over your body until you heard banging at your front door. afraid but you got up to look at the peephole to see a soaking wet joão. you open the door as he looks at you with bloodshot eyes, he’d been crying. he brings you in a tight hug as you hug him back, he takes in your scent, you always smelt so good.

“what’s wrong j?”

“too much on my mind.” he says drained, you brought him in to sit on the couch, you open a can of his favourite beer as he smiles to you, “you remembered” you giggled, “okay come on let’s talk” you said

you found out that joão missed a penalty shot and he just feels so bad, you understand his concern so you let him stay the night, you both sleep on the opposite sides of the bed. you started mindlessly scrolling on your phone now that you were wide awake. “i can’t stop thinking about you.” joão faces you

“joão please-“

“no y/n- please listen to me. you are my soulmate, my everything. you’re the only person that gets me..” he says as he gets up, walking up to you. “how can i let go of you? you are so fucking beautiful. you have the most beautiful skin, most beautiful hair, and your voice sounds like honey. all i think about is you. ever since i saw you moved on my heart yearned for you. i forgot how amazing you were. i was stupid, all i thought about was my career but completely forgot why i was in it for, i wanted to make money for you. but i got caught up with everything. please y/n.. i can’t lose you..” he says as he gets on his knees, hugging your body as he places kisses all over your body, “please y/n.. say something.” he says as he places a kiss on your cheeks, as well as briefly placing a kiss on your lips. you were crying as well as he was. you wanted to hug him and kiss him to let him know that everything will be okay.

“no- joão. please stop. it’s ruined. you ruined it. it can’t be fixed” you say as you pushed him off, “before i would’ve taken you back in a heartbeat. believe me. but now you don’t deserve me. i think you should leave” you held back your tears

he nodded, defeated. making his way to the door, he opened the door as he looked back at your teary eyes. “i would wait a million years for you. eu te amo” he walked out, your heart aching.

[siddhigirls]

sorry for not responding to your sext fast enough I was brushing my teeth and washing my face

[siddhigirls]

If he really wanted you he’d kidnap you

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Scarface, 1983

[siddhigirls]

Girlfriend — JB

SUMMARY: […] your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me telling me about you[…]

WARNINGS: nsfw content, smut, cheating, +18

“Hello?

Ay, who is this?

Who is it?

I mean, your number was on my girl's phone

Who is your girl, man?

LaShonda (LaShonda?)

Ay, don't play dumb, is you talking to her or what?

Tell me what it is

Oh, man

I mean, is she tryna talk? Y'all talking or something?

Look, man, about that, right to air it out

I mean, what you trying to say?

Ay, just say it, man…”

«come over x» Jude chuckled to himself once he read your text. He knew he’d always end up in your bed and he took much pride in this. He grabbed his keys and started texting back.

«your boyfriend not home?» he was smirking as he sent the message. He knew it was morally wrong what he was doing and that his mom would slap him for even just think about a taken woman. But with you things weren’t black and white.

«don’t ruin it, bellingham.»

When he arrived at your place he was chewing on a gum, yet the moment you set your eyes on him he was already smirking. You used to feel bad. So bad. But Jude someway somehow always managed to help you with your sense of guilt. You welcomed him inside your apartment. It wasn’t massive— clearly not as big as Jude’s— but it did the job and it had become a second home to the brummie.

“Not even gonna offer me a drink? So rude, baby…” he chuckled when you almost jumped on him. You rolled your eyes back. He liked to tease you, to mess with you, to push you to your limit. He was lucky you liked to play the part. You led him inside your kitchen and poured him a glass of water. The brunette slowly drank it all, looking around as if he didn’t know the place like the back of his hand. Once he was done he put it in the sink and looked at you, a big pout on your lips.

“Why so upset, baby? Came here only to make you feel good.”

And he always made you feel good. He really never missed. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as you laid there, ass up, back arched and drooling on your pillow while Jude took you from behind. His fingers dug in the curve of your hips whilst his cock rammed into you. It was routine for the two of you. It almost felt normal. If only your boyfriend wasn’t in the picture… But that wasn’t a topic you liked to discuss whenever you were having sex.

“Taking it so well f’me, good girl.” He mumbled, watching as you took him back in your velvet walls. Your moans were muffled by the sheets and the pillows. His hand soothed the skin of your ass before slapping it hard.

“Fucking hell, J…” you whined when he pulled on your hair, watching as you clenched around him. He knew how to maneuver you, how to handle you. That was why you kept going back to him. Jude bit his bottom lip as he went harder, the skin-to-skin sounds getting louder and louder.

“Wanna watch you cum on my cock, baby.” He grunted, his cock twitching as you squeezed him tightly. You gulped and nodded, ready to please in exchange of a mind blowing orgasm. You felt no shame once the door was locked and it was just the two of you.

“Please…” you weren’t sure what you were asking for. Jude could be a very generous lover most of the time, giving you more than just one orgasm at a time before leaving your apartment. There were rare times when he’d edge you and make you beg for it and it was mainly because you had been a brat.

“Go on, darling. Let me see what a good girl you can be f’me.” He slapped your ass again before feeling you squeeze around him tighter. To the point where he stilled his movements and came undone as well. You gasped and gripped the sheets beneath you. Your legs almost giving out as they trembled. Jude let out a few low grunts, riding out his orgasm. You collapsed on top of the bed, feeling him stand up and leave to get rid of the condom.

“When is he coming back?” Jude asked as he stepped back inside your room. You turned around, glancing at him. He stood at the end of the bed, only in his black calvin’s as he smirked at you. You knew he took so much pride in fucking you when your boyfriend wasn’t around and you wished you could just wipe that smile off his face.

“In a couple hours. He’s with his teammates.” You explained sitting up. Jude nodded and swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. So technically he still had the time to fuck you again. You recognized the look on his face.

“I know what you’re thinking. I recognize a ‘gonna fuck you dumb’ look when I see one.” You joked before crawling closer to him. You were still naked but it didn’t really matter with Jude, you were comfortable enough around each other to be naked without feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it too.” He bit his bottom lip and cupped your cheeks when you were in front of him, your hands resting on his hips.

“But unfortunately I have things to do.” You admitted, your fingers grazing against the waistband of his boxers. Jude nodded, gulping as he acknowledged the placement of your hands. You clicked your tongue against your palate as you moved them downward.

“I should get going then…” he whispered while you palmed him through the soft material of his underwear. You nodded, staring into his dark eyes. You stayed quiet for a bit, slowly feeling him up.

“Still standing here…” you pointed out. He cocked an eyebrow.

“Still jerking me off…” touché. You giggled and pulled your hand away which caused him to pout. You’d have loved to stay there for the rest of the day but you really needed to get going. Jude picked his clothes up and started getting dressed and so did you. You watched as he threw on his hoodie and grey sweatpants.

“Walking me to the door? Are you gonna give me a goodbye kiss too?” He teased. He usually made himself out, mainly because you were passed out on the bed most of the times. You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. He stepped outside, looking up at the cloudy sky.

“Call me, yea? Maybe next time we can finish this properly.” He told you before walking towards his car. You rolled your eyes again and giggled. Yea, you were definitely going to call him…

The thing with Jude was that it was never just about sex behind closed doors. It was also about teasing, sexting, sending nudes. And yes, you should have felt bad, guilty, especially when you were just sitting next to your actual boyfriend speaking to your mutual friends. But you could not bring yourself to feel any of that. Because you liked it, you liked the secrecy of it. You liked that it was prohibited.

“Are you listening to me, baby?” You snapped out of your trance when called.

«fuck, got so hard just thinking about eating you out.» your cheeks were burning. He was so unhinged and you loved it. It set you on fire, it made you feel alive. You locked your phone and looked at your boyfriend who was telling your friends a story you had already heard before.

“Yea yea, sorry. Just Mia sending me crazy stuff.” You lied hoping he’d buy it like he always did.

“Oh tell her I say hi.” He simply said, no worry in the world as he continued with his story. Yea, definitely… You could feel your phone vibrate against your thigh but chose to ignore it for a second, to not arouse any suspicion.

«oh you’re with him.»

«tell him I say hi.»

«gonna see him on Sunday anyway.»

«after I fucked his girlfriend so nice on Saturday.»

You tried to keep yourself busy, really not wanting to be caught again. But Jude was very persuasive and you were really bad at saying no. To the point where you ended up in the restaurant’s bathroom sending pics of your breasts to him.

«so naughty…»

«my dirty girl… sending me nudes when her boyfriend is around.»

«fuck, I’m going to cum on those tits when I see you.»

Your whole body was on fire. You were on the verge of exploding, you could feel you were going insane. You had to pretend everything was okay while he kept texting the nastiest things on earth. He was definitely doing it on purpose, knowing that you were with your boyfriend. He liked to remind you that you did not belong with your boyfriend, you belonged to him. In some ways it turned you on, it turned you on to see him so possessive and territorial.

It was match day for England. You were there on the stands, the game was going to start in a little bit over an hour and you were casually talking to your boyfriend and his best friend.

“Yea, I know we can win it. With a team like ours it’s hard not to.” He explained confidently. You nodded, silently agreeing. You were following the conversation until you spotted him. Jude was walking on the stands, probably looking for his family. He was wearing England tracksuit and it obviously looked ridiculously good on him. The brummie’s eyes scanned the crowd of people until they met you. His lips curved into a smirk, an evil thought popping in his mind.

“Oh hey there, Jude.” Your boyfriend greeted him with a handshake once he got closer. You gave him a small smile. To everyone else you were just acquaintances, you had never spoken to each other. But in reality you were far more than that. Jude fought the urge to wink at you. He needed to behave.

“Just came to tell you that Jack was looking for you. Don’t know why though.” Jude explained and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a lie. He nodded and looked at his friend, saying his goodbyes.

“I’ll see you later, yea? Love you.” He pecked your lips briefly. You could feel Jude was staring into your soul and it made you feel both nervous and horny. His hands were in his pockets as he watched the scene in front of him. He exuded confidence and cockiness. A deadly combination.

“Thanks, mate.”

“No problem, Levi.”

“He left me so fucking horny…” you whined on the phone with Jude. He was in Madrid, away, too far away from you. The brummie chuckled amused by the fact that you had called him to complain but annoyed that another man could touch you when he wasn’t around. Even if he was the other man.

“He didn’t even make you cum? Baby…” he smirked to himself while playing with the strings of his sweatpants. You pouted and groaned while pressing your face against your pillow. Sex with Levi used to be more exciting. Now it was just another routine. Now that Jude was in the picture you didn’t even bother to try and enjoy it because you knew there was someone else ready to take care of you.

“He hardly ever makes me cum with sex…” you sighed, flipping around so that you were laying on your back. Jude moved his phone from one ear to the other. He couldn’t even picture you having sex without enjoying it.

“Does he eat you out?” Jude asked, fixing his sweatpants. He knew where this conversation was leading to. He could feel it. Excitement building up in his stomach. You smirked to yourself.

“Sometimes… But he doesn’t feel as good as you, J.” You lowered your voice to sound more seductive. Jude chuckled and licked his lips. You liked to boost his ego, you liked cocky Jude because he always gave his best performance.

“I know he doesn’t, baby. Or you wouldn’t be calling me in the middle of the night begging me to come fuck you, even when I’m in another country.” He said confidently. He was painfully right. You squeezed your thighs together and whined. He didn’t need to remind you he was kilometers away. And he didn’t need to sound so good, so hot.

“Jude… Wish you were here.” You mumbled annoyed. He bit his lip, an irrational idea crossing his mind.

“Grab a pillow.” He mumbled lowly. His hand went past his sweats and palmed himself through his boxers. You frowned but did as requested. You waited for further instructions.

“Ride it f’me. Imagine it’s my thigh, my cock, my abs. Fuck, imagine it’s me, baby.” He hissed when he started to jerk himself off. You choked on your own saliva. He was insane but you loved it. You straddled the soft material. Any other day you’d stop yourself, but you were already turned on and fucked out for Jude. You raised and lowered your hips, the friction against your panties making you sigh in relief.

“J… Feels good.”

“Mh good girl… Wishing I could have your mouth right now.” He admitted while picking up the pace. He closed his eyes and simply listened to your whimpers. He’d do anything to have you in that moment. But his hand would have had to do.

“Fuck…” you hissed, going faster. The knot in your stomach starting to form as he talked you through the motion. You could hear his low grunts as well. Your hands toying with your nipples beneath his shirt.

“I want you so bad…” you whined out of control as you chased your own orgasm. Your closed eyes let your imagination flow, letting you picture Jude laying beneath you as you rode him, his puppy eyes, his praises, his grunts, his slaps against your arse, his accent. Your legs squeezed the soft material of your pillow, a whine leaving your mouth.

“I know, baby, I know… Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He clenched his jaw, his hips jerking as he felt himself getting closer. You weren’t the only one of the two of you missing the other. Jude couldn’t count on two hands the amount of time he caught himself thinking about you, about sex with you. Often he’d find his hand palming his hardening cock while imagining you sucking him off or taking him.

“Please come home soon… Need you to fuck me.” You whined once you collapsed back on the bed. You may have scratched the itch for the time being but you were still craving him. Jude groaned, knowing some more time would have passed before he’d be able to come back.

You were playing with fire, you knew it. Yet you really couldn’t help it. It spurred you on. It ignited something in you that you couldn’t quite explain. Jude looked at you through hooded eyes and a big smirk, his teeth biting his bottom lip: you were really a sight for sore eyes.

“Shit… Can’t believe your boyfriend is wasting all of this.” He grunted while tilting his head back. Your lips sucked on the tip of his cock, maintaining the eye contact until he looked away. Jude gripped the hold on the cushions of his couch.

“I wonder what he’d think if he knew his pretty girl keeps coming back to me to get fucked properly… Oh man-“ he let out guttural grunt when you took him all back in your throat. Jude fought the urge to buck his hips up and make you choke. You looked up at him through your teary eyelids. He cursed under his breath when he took in the view.

“Fuck, you suck me off so well, baby… Just like that, yea.” He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks and released him with a bop. Giving Jude head was always a double win: you got to please him, see him unravel in front of you and on the other hand he’d constantly praise you through it all. Your hands gripped and held onto his thighs.

“I scored that for you, y’know… I wanted you to know that. Because you’re mine, yea? No one else gets to fuck you like I do, baby.” He mumbled through gritted teeth, panting when you swirled your tongue around his tip. One of his hand came to rest on the back of your head, your hair had been previously tied so there was no distraction. Jude watched carefully as you took him in your mouth, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“You really are something else, aren’t you?” He mumbled more to himself than to anyone else. Suddenly his ringtone started to go off. You ignored it the first time, focusing on what you were doing. But when it rang the third time Jude decided to pick it up against his own will. You pulled off him but continued to jerk him off, catching your breath.

“Hello?” He didn’t even bother to look and see who it was. He kept watching you take him back in your mouth.

“Who is this?” Jude furrowed his brows and swallowed back a moan when you deep throated him.

“Who’s this?” He was the one asking now. His hand pushed you gently down, watching as you took more of him.

“Your number was in my girl’s phone.” He continued. Maybe if he was on cloud nine he’d have recognized the voice sooner, but Jude was too entranced with the way you sucked him off to bother.

“Who’s your girl?” You glanced up at him confused but didn’t stop your movements. He was big and you always struggled to take it all. But you always did because the look of amusement on his face pleased you.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n?” He repeated almost laughing at the irony of it: your boyfriend calling while you were sucking the living soul out of him. You shot him another confused look.

“Don’t play with me, is she with you? Who are you?” Levi insisted while biting his bottom lip. You had been distant for a while, acting out of character, easily distracted. He didn’t want to believe it but he suspected that there may have been someone else and he was about to find out.

“Oh man…” Jude chuckled, accompanying your movements with his hand. You didn’t stop. You never stopped, why would would you now? Levi sighed annoyed.

“What is it? Is she tryna talk? You guys talking?” He kept pressing Jude for answers. If only he knew… Jude looked down at you again. And why should he have not known? He was entitled to some answers after all.

“Y/n, you say? Pretty eyes? Perky tits? Big arse? Beautiful mouth? Yea, I think I remember her now.” He chuckled lowly. You flipped him off, starting to suck on his tip more harshly. He sighed and grunted, feeling his orgasm approaching.

“Don’t fuck with me, okay? Just tell me the truth” Levi was growing rather impatient. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was actually going on on the other line. You jerked off what couldn’t fit in your mouth as you finished him off. Jude grunted again as he began to cum, down your throat and down your neck. You released him with a bop and looked up at him with teary eyes and red cheeks. Jude wasn’t thinking straight when he opened his mouth to reply, but in that moment he did what he thought best.

“Fuck baby… She really gives the best head, doesn’t she?”

[siddhigirls]

why has drew filmed something that’s literally in my favourite genre of porn

[siddhigirls]

False God

Rafe Cameron x preacher’s daughter!Reader

WC: 977

TW: oral sex (m receiving) cum play, religious guilt, 18+ MDNI

AN: Rafe is religious in this … cry about it. also this is gross in a good way.

Rafe had not always been a religous man, but the death of his father had freightened him. It encouraged him to change his ways, get on a better path. Meeting you got that ball rolling for him. Even your father helped him and acted like a father figure to him since Ward had passed.

Rafe was afraid of your father, even still after he had given him his blessing to marry you. He looked up to him, wanted to impress him. One day he would follow in your father’s footsteps, leading the church himself.

Though, you had been finding yourself less interested in religion lately. Not wanting to go to service as often, even researching other religions. You weren’t sure if Rafe had truly noticed, but he had. And the church would never accept a preacher who had a heathen for a wife.

No matter how holy your husband appeared to be, his brain was still filled with depraved thoughts — and he used any loophole he could to act on them. So, when he came to you voicing his concern, you knew he’d have some deranged sort of punishment for you.

“Baby, I’m worried about you, that’s all. C’mon, let me pray for you, get on your knees.”

You hesitated at first, not sure what to expect from him, this only frustrated him further.

"I said get on your knees. Now."

You obliged, kneeling on the ground before him. As he undid his belt, you knew this was "prayer" of his was going to be anything but holy.

"Baby, are you sure this is -"

“Shhh. Ephesians 5:21-33, do you remember it?”

“Of course.”

“Then tell me.”

“A wife should put her husband first, as she does the Lord. A husband is the head of his wife, as Christ is the head and savior of the church, which is his own body. Wives should always put their husbands first, as the church puts Christ first.”

Smiling down at you, he cupped your chin, "Good girl. You're going to serve me, whilst I pray for you, yeah?” A simple nod was all you gave him in response.

He continued to undress himself, but as he pulled the belt from his pants, he paused. Suddenly, he was behind you, wrapping the belt around your hands, tying them tightly behind your back.

Now back facing you again, he pulled his pants down along with his underwear, his cock springing free against his stomach. The ache between your legs worsened at the sight, knowing he was hard at the fact that you were being so submissive for him.

"Heavenly Father," he began as he dragged the top of his cock along your bottom lip, signaling for you to open your mouth. Obeying your husband you wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking in. You bobbed your head back and fourth a few good times before taking him in completely. He held you there for what felt like forever, your nose pressing against the base of his stomach.

"It appears as though my wife has given into the temptation of Satan again, Lord." There was slight annoyance in his voice as he pushed his hips forward even more, you were sure the back of your throat was going to bruise.

The air left your lungs as you slightly gagged around him, causing his cock to twitch. Ever so slowly he pulled back, giving you a break. Before you could catch your breath again he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. The faster he went, tears started to stream down your face.

“I ask you to forgive her, for her disobedience, Father. As it is clear my wife is sorry for her actions,” looking down at you he wiped the tears from your cheeks, “so sorry that she is crying."

You tried to pull back a little but he jolted his hips up, pushing himself further down your throat. You gagged and moaned at the same time, spit pooling out of the sides of your mouth.

Roughly pulling away you left a string of spit still connecting you to his cock. You locked eyes with him as he shook his head no. He placed both of his hands atop of your head, tugging on your hair ever so slightly, forcing your head back down, a moan escaping his lips as he growled at you.

You could feel yourself getting wet at the sound of his moans but this was clearly about him, not you.

“I pray that you will enter her heart once again, Lord. Rebuke any demons that may be..” his words were interrupted by a moan as he hissed at you. “… influencing her.”

As he pace picked up again you knew he was going to cum soon, you weren’t sure if you wanted it to end of if you wished he’d never stop.

He pulled out of you and released into his hand. Unusual behavior for him, as he would typically cum in your mouth or on your chest, but he had other plans.

"In the name of the Father,"

you watched with amusement as he dipped his thumb into the puddle of cum that filled his hand, bringing it to your forehead, rubbing it on horizontally, repeating the action again but this time with a vertical line; a cross.

"The Son,"

dipping his thumb into it once more, he traced your bottom lip,

"and The Holy Spirit" he waited for you to take his finger into your mouth, sucking the rest of it clean. With a deep sigh, he finished his prayer. " Amen."

He pulled back from you, as you just looked up at him awe-struck.

"What do we say, dear wife?"

"Amen."

"Good girl. Well, I think that should do it, then. That prayer was more powerful than any sermon your father could give."

[siddhigirls]

best friends dad part two

words: 500

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, extreme age gap, aged up!rafe, p in v sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, kinda caught?

part one / part two / part three

“my wife is in the other room.” rafe grunts, his hands planted firmly on your waist, feeling how small you are under his large palms.

“you dragged me in here.” you remind rafe, poking him in the chest, propped up on the bathroom counter, legs spread wide as you balance right on the edge of the marble.

“fuck, this is so fucking wrong.” rafe groans, immediately regretting cursing in front of you, as if his naughty words are somehow worse than his current actions.

“just put it in.” you moan quietly, his cock pushing through your folds, head of his cock rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

“shouldn't i get a condom?” rafe is trying everything to not fuck you. every excuse he can think of, because he knows once he gets inside of you, there's no turning back. it's all been grinding and sucking and fingering until now, until you came over to tan outside by the pool with his own daughter, in the skimpiest bikini you own.

“no.” you shake your head. “im not your fucking wife you're worried about not knocking up again. get inside me. now.”

rafe holds back for another minute, but you're too warm, too wet for him to resist. he mumbles another curse before lining up with your entrance, sinking inside in one smooth motion.

“oh, yes daddy.” you moan out. “been thinking about how your cock would feel inside me for years.”

“this is so wrong.” rafe shakes his head, despite pushing his hips forward, as if he can get deeper inside your cunt.

“stop whining like a little bitch.” you roll your eyes. “fuck me.”

rafe can't help but listen to your command, sliding until his cock is almost all the way out before thrusting inside, building up a quick pace, the squelching wet sound every time he pushes inside your pussy like music to his ears.

“oh, fuck, yes daddy.” you moan, too loud as rafes eyes widen, leaning in to capture your mouth in a kiss.

“shh.” he warns, mumbling the shush against your lips. “can't let anyone hear.”

“mmm, can't let anyone find out you're cheating on your wife with your daughters best friend?” rafes hips move faster at your teasing, the exact effect your were hoping your words would have. 

you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he continues to kiss you, allowing one hand to scratch at the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair with a smattering of gray throughout.

“god, you're so fucking tight.” rafe moans.

“that's what happens when you fuck young pussy, not old stretched out from kids.” you smirk. you've never liked rafes wife, the way she seemingly does whatever she pleases. you wonder briefly if there was once genuine love there.

“fuck, i love my wife. i love my wife. i love my wife.” rafe chants, as if the words can stop the fact that he's loving how good it feels to be cheating on her.

you let out a chuckle as rafes thrusts become more erratic, giggling when his eyes widen as he hears footsteps down the hallway, unable to stop his motions, knowing if someone listens too closely it'll be obvious what is happening behind the closed door.

the footsteps stop outside of the bathroom, a knock startling both of you.

“y/n, you in there?” it's your best friend, the daughter of the man currently about to cum inside of you.

“yes!” you answer, at the exact same time that rafe calls out “no!”

read part three here

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caught - jj maybank

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warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. sex. language. public sex. oral sex

word count: 1.4k

author’s notes: hi!! look who remembered the password to this blog!!! it's been a chaotic but gooooood couple of months, kinda fell out of my obx phase but I'm back and I miss writing sm!!! so to all my horny babes here's a unpublished piece (that was unfinished since october) hope yall enjoy!

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occupied —

my back is pressed against the wall, JJ holds me tightly, his lips are pecking and biting the side of my neck as he buries himself inside of me. JJ’s hands cover my mouth as his thrust becomes faster.

I didn't even get the chance to get in the shower, my shorts were stuck on my knees, same thing with JJ. I suck him for 5 seconds before he pulls me on my feet and fuck me against the wall.

“y/n did you lock yourself?” Sarah’s voice rasped on the voice

I press my lips together concentrating on giving her an answer, but as JJ keeps pounding into me, I’m pretty sure she can hear my muffled cry.

“I’m gonna come princess, shit,” JJ whispers in my ear

“I…oh gosh, I'm good,” I squeeze out

JJ presses his body closer as he gives me his last thrusts, I look at him and see him control himself not to curse as he fills me with his cum.

“Are you sure?” Sarah insists

“YES,” that was for jj, who cupped my pussy and drew his fingers on my clit.

“for fucks sake, is JJ there with you?” I hear John B. shout at the door

He gives a little chuckle before giving the door a few thumps “Can no one get laid in this house?”

“y’all are disgusting, there's a bedroom, you know?”

“oh my god”

you hear the rest of them say outside, but my mind is far away from this reality and it's focused on JJ giving me an orgasm.

hammock —

we're both spread out in the hammock. it started with a massage, I swear.

It's a massage… on JJ’s dick.

bringing the blanket outside was an unintentional good idea. I threw on top of our lower bodies as my hand accidentally started stroking JJ's cock.

his body joint under my touch, I gave him the perfect amount of pressure, tugging his wet foreskin and sweeping up the beads of precum at the tip.

JJ gasps as I bring my hands to my mouth, giving it a nice lick and stroking him down again. but faster.

I could feel him getting closer. his eyes shut tight, his arms around me felt tense, and then…pope exited the chateau facing us, laying static on our back. too late, he realized JJ’s expression and the motion of my hands.

“Ew guys, c’mon, we all used this,” he says turning his back to us

I buried my face in JJ's neck laughing.

volume –

shoving her bikini bottom to the side, I grip her hips as y/n settles on top of me, slowly sinking. I could die watching her bounce on my cock.

I palm her tits as she rocks back and forth, using me to hit the spot that makes her whine.

speaking of whining, we're lucky that there's no one home, cause we're definitely not using our indoor voices.

her palms planted on my chest, as she supported herself. her nails buried in my skin as she moans.

“just like that baby, let me see you come,”

The dirty request makes her fasten the pace and bounce in circles. I clenched my ass trying to hold the climax.

“oh fuck, jj.” she cries while her legs shake, that's my signal.

I flip us over and bury myself deeper inside of her. groaning, I gave her rough thrusts, feeling her squeezing me.

“fuck baby, don't stop j,” her sweet moans send a bolt of heat to my balls. I rise on my knees, angling her hips watching her pussy slide back and forth as she grasps at the bedsheets. 

“yes, yes,” y/n gives me one less moan as she milks my shaft. my muscles clench as she climaxes and I come right away, painting.

“oh fuck, y/n,” I grunt as my body relaxes

“ayo, glad y'all are done, 'cause I need to sleep,” we hear John B shouting as he bangs into the wall.

“oh…no,” y/n says, hiding her face with her palms.

“too late to be shy, cupcake,”

beach —

The tent was mostly in darkness, but the moon's glow peeked through. Y/N slipped in so quietly that I barely noticed. She moved around, and I could sense her doing stuff, but I was too tired to pay much attention.

I gave her a little peak and sure thing, her topless self was taking her shorts out, she was looking for something but all I could care about was the fact that she was only in her bikini, in front of me.

Yep, my dick is semi-hard.

“Can I help you, princess?”

“Sorry babe, I thought you were already asleep,” She whispers

“Luckily, I’m not, otherwise who would appreciate this view?” I told her, sitting up and trying to be as silent as her.

“Yeah, as if,”

“You’re so beautiful,”

“Thank you J” she replied still looking around 

“I think what you’re looking for is inside my shorts”

“Huh?” Y/N furrowed her brows as she analyzed my expression, I shot her a malicious smile which made clear my intentions.

“Our friends are literally right there,” She whispered again 

“You could be quiet?”

“Can’t guarantee,”

“But I can. Blow me, since you’re already on your knees,”

Y/N covered her mouth to stop the giggle, when she looked at me again, I could see that her mind was made and that it was in the same place as mine.

She adjusted herself in front of me and pushed me to the floor, slowly dragging my shorts out. She put her hair in a ponytail and held my cock in her hand firmly.

I could come just with the sight of her topless self in front of me. I’m leaking already, making her hand slide easily on my dick, I adjust myself and roughly remember that the sand is not that comfortable to be laid on. Still, Y/N lowered herself and closed her mouth around the tip, slowly sucking, and my hips snapped involuntarily. 

She sucked me deeper into her mouth, almost to the base, I have to use all my force to not let a groan leave my lips when she chokes on me. Y/N keeps her pace slow but firm, I guess to not make any “suspect” sound.

My breath is heavy and my eyes shut, she releases me and I look down as her tongue glides along my hard-length cock.

“Fuckfuckfuck Y/N” I quietly curse

She uses both of her hands to stroke me and give my balls a nice squeeze, I can see her gaze darkening, she’s getting off and seems to be fighting off the urge to not ride me.

I know this look. I give her a signal to come closer.

“What?”

“Let’s fuck”

“No, not here.”

“I have the keys to the Twinkie,” 

“Then what are you waiting for?” She murmurs, cleaning the sides of her mouth, she slid into one of my shirts and I pushed my shorts back, exiting both of us, half-naked.

We successfully sneaked out and the only sound around us was the waves, I grabbed her hand and guided us far from the sand. 

As I open the doors, I look around and lock it behind us.

It all happened too fast, I slipped my tongue in her mouth and she desperately climbed on top of me, my shorts were now stuck to my ankles and Y/N’s bikini bottoms were pushed to the side.

Reaching for it, Y/N aligns my erection into her entrance and sinks in it.

Both of us let out a moan, feeling the pleasure fill our bodies, Y/N fastened her pace, bouncing on top of me, I’m too close for her, any minute I’m out, but since my girl is getting there I hold as much as I can.

“Mmm yes JJ, touch me”

I lifted my shirt out of her body and sucked and licked on her buds, she was bouncing and grinding her clit on me, it’s noticeable that she is getting there. The gasps and the nails digging on my tights confirm that.

With my free hand, I hold her waist and meet her halfway through her movements, each deep thrust sends me closer and closer to the edge. I can’t hold it any longer. Her moans are desperate and her whining is music to my ears.

“Y/n, fuck…”

Our breathing grows as our bodies slap together, and her mouth opens without making any sound, that’s my cue. I burst inside of her as her body shook on top of me. My last pound is weak leaking out of her.”

“Fuck baby, that was insane.”

“Thank God for the Twinkie.”

“More like than God for m-”

“JJ, I’m gonna kill you.” John B's voice echoes outside as he bangs the Twinkie door.

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[siddhigirls]

cam girl (part one)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

song to read to on my own by darci

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“Make sure to bend down real low.” Rafe’s deep voice startles you.

You’re kneeling down as you fill the freezer with the groceries that were just delivered. You thought you were alone in the massive kitchen, but sure enough, Rafe is taunting you again.

You don’t even need to turn to look at him to know he’s wearing a self-satisfied smirk. A depraved part of you is excited he’s there.

“Is there anything I can get you?” you mutter, your attention still focused on your work. It’s your go-to phrase whenever he bothers you. Professional, but not exactly friendly.

“Yeah, is that the only uniform they give you?” he asked. “You don’t have anything tighter?”

You stand and turn to finally look at him. His baseball hat is on backwards and his arms are crossed, large biceps bulging beneath the hem of his t-shirt.

You smooth down the loose gray knee-length dress you’re wearing and you swear he’s undressing you with his coy blue eyes. You hate that it arouses you when he looks at you like that.

You’ve gotten used to Rafe teasing you. You’re almost sure he gets off on degrading you. There are other maids but you’re the only one he does this to.

“Nope, this is it,” you say curtly. If you didn’t need this job, you’d cuss this man out. Probably even slap him. But you need to stay cordial, and he knows that, riding the power trip whenever he can.

“Too bad.” Rafe knocks on the kitchen island before turning to leave. “I can tell you’re hiding a nice ass under there.”

You feel your cheeks burn as you go back to work. You only come to work at the estate on Wednesdays and Saturdays and the days can’t go by fast enough.

You appreciate every dollar you can make these days as a struggling college student. Thankfully, your other job as a cam girl has been bringing in more and more money.

After you finish up your day at the Camerons’ estate, you drive your rusted, old car to your apartment in the south part of the island. The space is tiny, but it’s yours, and it’s good enough for now.

You go live for half an hour at 10 pm every other night of the week. Getting your start as a cam girl took some time, but now you have 32 subscribers and are starting to make good money off the website.

Tonight, you’re dressed in a black push-up bra and matching thong. You never show your face higher than your lips, refusing to risk anyone recognizing you.

This is just for the money, although you can admit to yourself that you find pleasure in knowing you can turn on so many strangers with your body. You sit on your bed, your toys ready off-screen.

Over your last session, a new user with the screen-name figure8 joined your chat. It threw you for a loop for a moment, prompting you to worry it was somebody you know from the Kooks’ part of the island, but the chances are slim. Figure 8 is a general term and the man could be from anywhere.

“Hey,” you say slowly. “How was everyone’s day? Mine was so long.”

figure8 didn’t say anything the other night, just watched and subscribed at the end of the stream, but tonight, he types something a minute into the session as you sit in front of the camera, running your hands over your satin bra.

figure8: you gonna show those perfect tits?

You giggle, immediately stepping into your cam girl persona. You check to see that twelve users are now viewing your stream.

“You’d like that, huh?” you ask, peeling off a bra strap. “Anyone else wanna see what’s underneath?”

You notice the bouncing dots on the screen that tell you that viewers are typing.

v2bo: yes

dragon89: take it off

stonyon: play with your tits

You strip off your bra, touching yourself, your breath hitching as arousal tightens in your core.

Without hesitation, you picture Rafe’s hands on you. He’s always on your mind during your cam sessions as you impulsively imagine his broad frame on top of you, dominating you.

You try to play it off when he taunts you at work, but it’s not until you’re touching yourself that you realize just how much it turns you on when he talks to you the way he does in his deep, mocking tone.

figure8: you like to get your tits played with?

You smirk, surprised someone is asking you what you enjoy. Typically, viewers like to simply compliment you or order you around, but you never get asked about your preferences.

“I love getting my tits played with,” you purr.

You press your arms to squeeze your tits together.

figure8: you like a cock between your tits don’t you princess

The sexy nickname makes you quiver a little. You bite your bottom lip.

“I’m so wet already,” you moan. “And thinking about a cock right here…”

You take a dildo you keep off-screen and place it between your tits. You part your lips as you rub the toy up and down, hearing the chimes of tips from your chat coming in.

figure8: bet you’re so good at sucking dick. i’d fuck your tits and that pretty little mouth so nicely

“You wanna see how I use my mouth?” you tease.

v2bo: deepthroat

You put the tip of the dildo on your tongue, flicking and rolling it. When you finally put your mouth around it, you close your eyes, thinking of Rafe in his kitchen, thinking of getting on your knees and sucking him off.

dragon89: put it in your pussy

A new notification pops up on your screen: figure8 is requesting a private show. Your heart-rate skyrockets.

You’d never gotten the request before. You had set the rate at $250 for a private session, half-expecting that you wouldn’t get any takers. You’re excited about the money and the fact that this new, intriguing viewer is the one who requested it.

You quickly type privately to figure8: This session ends at 10:30 and then I’m all yours, baby.

You continue to play with the dildo using your mouth, getting it wet all over, when a private chat comes in from figure8: how much for u to end the live and go private with me right now?

You don’t want to risk asking for too much and scaring the man away, but the possibility of making more in a private session than you would in a live one is compelling.

You never know much the live sessions will bring, but a private show is guaranteed money. Ending your session early might piss off your subscribers and maybe even make you lose some of them… but you impulsively reply: $1000.

Within a few seconds, you get a tip notification.

figure8 tipped you $1000.

You quickly end your live session, deciding to later tell your subscribers that your internet went out, then open the private session with figure8.

“Hello,” you whisper. “You want me to be your own personal toy, huh?”

figure8: i dont like to share

You laugh. If he’s willing to continue to pay you for private sessions, you’re happy to oblige.

“What would you like to see?” you ask. “You wanna see how I’d suck your cock?”

figure8: tap it against your mouth

“You’d tease me, wouldn’t you?” you whisper. You tap the dildo on your lips, sticking out your tongue.

figure8: princess i’d go so slow with you until you’re soaked and begging for my cock

You feel yourself get wetter reading his words. He’s not like any of the other viewers you’ve had. He’s asking what you like, calling you a sweet name, not rushing anything.

“You want me aching for it, huh?” you purr. You put the dildo in your mouth again, slowly sucking and slurping.

figure8: that mouth is so fucking pretty

You continue to lick and suck, moaning on the toy, your panties drenched now.

“I want it inside me,” you say, realizing you’re not even speaking through your persona anymore. You’re actually turned on by him, actually wanting to fuck yourself with the dildo.

figure8: not yet. keep sucking it

You giggle, half-frustrated, and obey him.

“You touching yourself right now?” you ask.

figure8: yeah. wanna see?

You have the option of enabling media from viewers, but you never thought you’d want to see a stranger like that. But this man is something else. You click on the button to allow him to send you a photo.

“Send it so I can imagine you hard in my mouth,” you purr.

A few moments pass before the picture comes in. He’s lying down in bed, showing a bit of his toned stomach, his large hand at the base of his dick. It’s thick and long and so damn perfect.

“Shit,” you whisper. “Such a nice cock. I don’t think I could fit it all in my mouth.”

You’re not just saying it to flatter him. He’s huge.

figure8: you could if you tried hard enough

You lick your lips, pushing the dildo deep into your mouth, gagging a little.

figure8: the way you choke on it is so hot. fuck

“How am I doing?” you coo.

figure8: such a good girl. let me see how you touch your pussy. keep the panties on

The praise makes you ache for it even more. This started off as a job, a way to make money, but now you’re genuinely excited, wishing this guy could fuck you for real.

You tilt your laptop down, spreading your legs in front of the camera as you sit on your bed. Your thong is still on, but it’s see-through. You watch yourself on the screen, tits still in view as you put your hand over your pussy.

figure8: be slow with it

“You’re torturing me, you know,” you giggle. “I’m not a patient girl.”

figure8: i’ll make u be patient. i want u to beg

“Please let me take these panties off,” you whimper. “I need to touch myself.”

figure8: put your panties to the side

You obey, moaning at the pleasure of your fingers finally on your clit. You rub in circles an up and down, trembling.

figure8: wish i could eat you out right now. you want my mouth on your pussy?

“Fuck, I’d love that,” you say, imagining Rafe looking up at you through his beautiful eyes as he licks your pussy.

figure8: show me how wet you are. put your fingers up to the camera

You do as you’re told, showing him your wetness as it shimmers in the white light from the screen.

“See how much you turn me on?” you say.

figure8: take the panties off and stretch out your pussy lips

You eagerly slide your underwear off and throw them beside your bed. With your legs spread again, you pull your lips apart, giving him the perfect view.

figure8: good girl. you listen so well

You get a notification that he tipped you $500. You never thought you’d make this much money in one night.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggle. “You love this pussy, huh?”

figure8: ur so fucking perfect. i want to cum inside u. put the dildo in nice and slow, princess

“Finally,” you say. “Your cock would slide in so easily right now. I’m so fucking wet.”

The toy fills you perfectly, making you quiver. You start to slowly thrust it in and out, but the chat chimes again.

figure8: i know you’re needy but i said slow. put the dildo in and move your hand. i wanna see it inside you

“Sorry,” you tease. You move your hand so he can see the toy inside you. You watch yourself in the screen, the dildo hugged perfectly between your walls.

figure8: you’d squeeze my cock so fucking well

“What if you’re too big for me, hmm?”

figure8: princess we’d make it fit

You’re nearly writhing at this point. You scroll back up to see his nude photo again, imagining it inside of you.

“Your dick is so fucking nice,” you groan.

figure8: show me how you like to be fucked. make yourself cum. don’t fake it. i wanna hear u cum for real

You obey, thankful he’s finally letting you orgasm. You hold the base of the toy and plunge it in and out of you, the lewd sound filling your bedroom, and use your other hand to rub your clit. You whimper, making sure to keep your face out of frame, imagining this stranger thrusting into you.

You let the sounds of pleasure spill out of your mouth, uninhabited, knowing he’s stroking his dick to you right now.

The orgasm hits you hard, your legs shaking. You’re panting as you look at your screen to see what he said.

figure8: i just came so fucking hard

“I wish your cum was inside of me,” you say breathlessly. You try to catch your breath as he continues to type.

figure8: what’s ur favorite position?

“Doggy,” you say, surprised he wants to know more. “What’s yours?”

figure8: thats mine too. you can show me next time, princess

“You wanna do this again, huh?” you tease.

figure8: i dont want you showing your body to any other guy. i’ll pay you double what you make on your streams if you only do private shows for me

The idea intrigues you. It’s sexy how he doesn’t want to share you at all.

“How often you want to do these, baby?” you ask.

figure8: every night. i’ll give you 1000 for every show and tips for when you deserve it. i want to buy you some things and watch you use them. you’re mine and mine only

The thought of making $1000 a night is unbelievable. This guy is loaded with cash and wants to spend so much on you.

You would lose the following you worked hard to get, but you’d undoubtedly make way more money being this man’s personal cam girl.

“Deal,” you finally say with a disbelieving laugh. “Same time tomorrow?”

figure8: don’t be late

The chat window notifies you that he left. You’re still breathless, shocked at how you didn’t have to fake the orgasm with him.

You scroll to find his dick pic again, as if you’re addicted to looking at it. You turn your camera off and now that you can angle your screen up, you can take a better look at the image.

Your stomach drops. The gold ring around his forefinger. The bedsheets you change twice a week. You know who it is.

The man you just orgasmed with was Rafe.

{ read part two here }

[siddhigirls]

OMLLL the rafe cameron edits to carnival are so good. literally came 🙌🙌