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onlyforyoukook · 6 months ago

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Let’s make a movie | JJK

paring: jungkook x fem¡reader

synopsis: you suggested the idea, to make a sex tape with jungkook.

genre: one shot„smut„non idol au

wc 4.4k

their playlist 🙃: dollhouse - the weeknd & lily rose depp, for me? - asal, nice & slow - usher, anytime, anyplace - janet jackson, pony - ginuwine, earned it - the weeknd, or nah - the weeknd, skin - rihanna, when we - tank

WARNINGS: MDNI. filming, oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, pet names, aftercare.

You're sitting in your living room, snuggled up on the couch with Jungkook, watching TV. The credits of a movie roll on the screen, and you turn to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Hey, Kookie,” you say, a playful tone in your voice. “I have an idea.”

Jungkook turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Oh yeah?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. “And what idea might that be?”

You lean in closer to him, a sly smile on your lips.

“Let's make a sex tape” you whisper in his ear, your voice low and seductive.

Jungkook's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, clearly not expecting that.

“A sex tape?” he repeats, a hint of surprise in his voice. “Are you serious?”

You nod, your smile turning even more mischievous.

“Yeah, why not?” you say, your voice low. “It could be fun, and we could keep it just for us.”

Jungkook hesitates for a moment, considering your suggestion. He looks at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

“I don't know, babe,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Isn't that kind of risky? What if someone else sees it?”

You chuckle softly at Jungkook's concern, finding his protectiveness endearing.

“Babe, relax” you say, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “Nobody will see it unless one of us decides to show it to someone, and it'll be on a camera, so it's not like it's just going to be floating around out there.”

Jungkook looks at you for a moment, considering your words. He knows you have a point, and he can't deny the idea is kind of exciting.

“Okay, fair enough” he says, his expression softening. “But we have to be careful with it, alright? No one else can see it, and we need to keep it hidden somewhere safe.”

You get up from the couch and head to the bedroom, where you have a camera stashed away in a drawer. You grab it and return to the living room, where Jungkook is waiting for you.

“Ready?” you ask, holding up the camera with a playful grin.

"Definitely ready," he says, his voice low and husky.

Jungkook grins back at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. He gets up from the couch and follows you to the bedroom, his steps a little more eager than usual.

Once you're both in the bedroom, you set the camera up on a tripod facing the bed. You adjust the angle and make sure it's capturing the entire bed and everything that will happen on it. Jungkook watches you intently, leaning against the wall and watching as you fiddle with the camera settings. He can feel his excitement building, his heart rate increasing with each passing second.

Once you're satisfied with the camera setup, you turn to Jungkook with a sultry smile. He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to you, his eyes fixed on yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He looks down at you, his expression full of desire and anticipation.

“So, where do we start?” he asks, his voice low and husky in your ear.

You run your hands up Jungkook's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. You look up at him, your eyes locked on his.

“Right here” you whisper, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Let's get these clothes off.”

Jungkook grins at your suggestion, his hands already moving to remove his shirt. He pulls it off in one swift motion, revealing his toned abs and muscular arms. He stands there in front of you, shirtless and radiating confidence. He runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes roaming over your body.

Jungkook steps closer to you, his body mere inches from yours. He reaches out and grabs your hips, pulling you against him. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He leans down, his lips hovering just above yours.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. You shiver slightly at his words, your body responding to his touch and proximity. You look up at him, your eyes filled with desire and need.

“I think I have an idea” you reply, your voice a bit shaky. “Because I want you just as badly”

Without hesitation, Jungkook closes the remaining distance between you and captures your lips in a heated kiss. His lips are soft yet demanding, and he wastes no time deepening the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring and claiming you as his own. He pulls you even closer, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he devours your mouth with his. He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down your jawline and neck, nipping and sucking on your sensitive skin.

Jungkook lifts you up with ease, his strong arms effortlessly supporting your weight. He carries you over to the bed, his lips never leaving your skin. He gently sets you down on the edge of the bed, his hands already moving to remove your shirt. He pulls it over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of your bare torso, his eyes dark with desire. He reaches for the waistband of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

Once your pants are off, Jungkook kneels down in front of you. He runs his hands up your thighs, his touch gentle. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with desire as he leans in and begins to trail kisses down your body. He starts at your stomach, his lips moving slowly and deliberately over your skin. He presses kisses along your hips, nipping and sucking on the sensitive flesh as he works his way lower.

Jungkook reaches your panties, and he gently slides them to the side, exposing your most intimate parts. He looks up at you one more time, his eyes locked on yours as he positions himself between your legs. He leans in, his warm breath hitting your skin as he moves closer to your center. He gives your inner thighs a few gentle kisses before focusing his attention on your clit. He licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, tasting you and savoring the moment.

Jungkook moans against you as he continues to lick and tease your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. He looks up at you again, his eyes locked on yours as he speaks between kisses.

“You taste so good, baby” he says, his voice low and hoarse.

Jungkook moves his hands to grip your hips, holding you in place as he begins to lick and suck on your clit in earnest. He uses his tongue and lips to drive you wild, determined to make you feel as good as possible. He alternates between slow, firm strokes and rapid, flicking motions, always keeping a watchful eye on your reactions to gauge what you like the most.

You can't help but moan and arch your back at the feeling of Jungkook's tongue on you. The sight of him between your legs, looking up at you with such desire and determination, is almost too much to bear. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, needing something to hold onto as he works his magic on you.

“Oh god, Jungkook” you gasp, your voice shaky and filled with pleasure. “That feels so good”

Jungkook picks up the pace, knowing that you're getting close. He focuses his attention solely on your clit, his tongue moving in tight, circular motions. He uses his lips and suction to add to the sensation, creating a delicious friction that has you writhing beneath him. He looks up at you again, his eyes dark with lust as he notices the signs of your impending orgasm. He keeps going, not letting up for a second, wanting to make sure you cum hard and long on his tongue.

You can feel your orgasm building, the heat and tension coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Jungkook's relentless attention to your clit is driving you wild, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

You tug on his hair harder, unable to form words as you moan and whimper under his ministrations. Your body is tense, every muscle straining as you approach your climax.

With one final flick of his tongue against your clit, you're sent hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you in waves of intense pleasure. You arch your back and cry out, your fingers clenching tightly in Jungkook's hair as your body spasms and shudders with release. He keeps his mouth on you, lapping up every drop of your juices as you cum hard on his tongue. You lay there, panting and gasping for breath as you come down from your high. Your body is still tingling from the intense orgasm, and you can feel the sweat cooling on your skin.

Jungkook lifts his head, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. As you start to catch your breath, you suddenly remember the camera. You glance over at it, still perched on the tripod, and an idea forms in your mind.

You slowly sit up, still a bit shaky from your orgasm. You look down at Jungkook, who is still kneeling between your legs, and smile.

“Hey,” you say, your voice a bit hoarse. “Get up for a sec.”

Jungkook looks up at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He raises an eyebrow, but does as you ask and gets up from the floor.

“What's up?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

You stand up as well, and you take a step towards the camera. You can feel Jungkook's eyes on you as you walk, his gaze following your every move. You pick up the camera from the tripod, adjusting the focus and making sure it's still recording.

You turn to face Jungkook, camera in hand. He's standing there, watching you with a mixture of anticipation and desire. You hold the camera out to him, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Here” you say, gesturing for him to take the camera. “You get to be the director for this part.”

Jungkook grins and takes the camera from you, adjusting it in his hands as he prepares to record. He looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your naked body as you crawl towards him on the bed.

You make your way up the bed, stopping when you're kneeling between Jungkook's legs. You reach out and hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down over his hips. Jungkook lets out a low groan as his cock springs free, finally released from the confines of his underwear. He adjusts the camera, making sure to get a good angle as you settle between his legs.

You settle yourself between Jungkook's legs, your eyes locked on his hard cock. It's long and thick, already hard and throbbing for you. You reach out and wrap your hand around the base, giving it a gentle squeeze. You look up at Jungkook through your lashes, a small smile on your face as you start to tease him. Jungkook's breath hitches as you begin to tease him, his eyes darkening with desire. He holds the camera steady, focusing it on your face and your hand wrapped around his cock.

He lets out a low, strained groan as you give him a few slow, deliberate strokes, your fingers trailing up and down his length. You look up at Jungkook again, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Without warning, you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Jungkook lets out a low moan, his grip on the camera tightening as he watches you take him into your mouth. He adjusts the angle of the camera slightly, making sure to get a good view of your lips wrapped around his cock.

You slowly begin to bob your head up and down, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth with each movement. You keep your eyes locked on his face, watching as pleasure washes over his features. Jungkook lets out a string of curses, his breathing ragged and uneven as he struggles to keep the camera steady. He looks like he's struggling to hold on, his entire body tense with arousal. Jungkook watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you suck him off. He lets out a shaky breath, his voice low and rough.

“Fuck, baby” he groans. “Your mouth feels so good.”

You continue to work his cock with your mouth, using your tongue to swirl around the tip and apply just the right amount of suction. You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, his breathing becoming more and more erratic. Jungkook's free hand tangles in your hair, his fingers gripping tightly as he tries to hold on. He looks like he's struggling to keep control, his body tense and his jaw clenched tight.

Jungkook lets out another string of curses, his words coming out in a jumbled mess as he gets more and more worked up. He's practically panting now, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

“I'm not gonna last much longer” he grits out, his voice strained. “You're driving me crazy baby.”

You can tell that Jungkook is close to cumming. His body is taut, his muscles tense as he struggles to hold on just a little longer. You increase your efforts, bobbing your head faster and taking him deeper into your throat. Jungkook's grip on your hair tightens even more, his fingers pulling slightly as he tries to control the urge to thrust up into your mouth. He's panting heavily now, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Finally, with a strangled cry, he reaches his peak. He throws his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a stream of hot cum into your mouth. You swallow his cum, taking everything he has to give. You continue to lick and suck at his sensitive cock, wanting to make sure you've milked every last drop out of him.

Once he's finished, you pull back and sit up. You look down at him, a satisfied smirk on your face as you admire the wrecked expression on his face. Jungkook is still catching his breath, his chest heaving as he tries to recover from his intense orgasm. He looks up at you with a dazed expression, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and awe.

You straddle Jungkook's hips, settling yourself on top of him. You can feel his cock twitching against your inner thigh, still slick with your saliva and his cum. Jungkook lets out a low groan as he feels your weight on top of him. He reaches out and grips your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tries to ground himself.

“You're going to be the death of me” he murmurs, his voice still shaky from his earlier orgasm. You smirk at him, clearly enjoying the effect you have on him. You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a few slow strokes to bring it back to full hardness.

Jungkook lets out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he arches up into your touch. He's still sensitive from his orgasm, but his cock responds eagerly to your ministrations, hardening once again under your skilled hand.

You position yourself above Jungkook's cock, the tip brushing against your entrance. You can feel how wet you are, your own arousal having been heightened by pleasuring him. Jungkook's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you prepare to take him in. He looks up at you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his eyes dark and hungry.

You slowly sink down onto Jungkook's cock, taking him inch by inch until he's fully sheathed inside you. You let out a low moan as you adjust to his size, feeling the delicious stretch as your body stretches to accommodate him. Jungkook groans in response, his hands sliding up from your hips to your waist. He watches as you begin to ride him, his eyes glued to the place where your bodies are connected. He lifts one hand from your waist and grabs your breast, squeezing it firmly as he records you with his other hand.

Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes dark, as he watches you ride him. He squeezes your breast again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“You're taking me so good, baby” he groans, his voice low and rough. “You feel so tight and wet around me”

You lean forward slightly, giving Jungkook a better view of your body as you ride him. You let out a breathy moan as you grind your hips down against his, taking him even deeper inside you.

“Feels so good, daddy,” you reply, your voice low and sultry. “Your cock fills me up so perfectly, love having inside of me.”

As soon as the word “daddy” leaves your lips, Jungkook's grip on you tightens even more. His eyes flash with something primal, and he lets out a low growl in response. He suddenly sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he inhales deeply.

“Say it again” he growls in your ear. “Call me daddy again baby.”

You let out a shaky breath as Jungkook's arms wrap around you, pulling you close. You can feel his chest pressed against yours, his heart beating rapidly against your skin. You tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. You know what he wants to hear, and you're more than happy to oblige.

“Daddy” you repeat, your voice low and breathy. “My daddy.”

Jungkook lets out a growl as you call him “daddy” again. He moves his mouth to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. He sucks hard, his teeth grazing against your skin as he marks you with a dark hickey. He pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“That's right” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Jungkook lays back down, holding the camera steady, recording as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock. He watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you move on top of him. He adjusts the angle of the camera slightly, making sure to capture every moment. He wants to remember this, wants to be able to watch it back and relive it over and over again.

As you ride Jungkook, you can feel your orgasm approaching. The pleasure is building inside you, each movement of your hips sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You start to move faster, chasing your high as you grind down on his cock. You can feel him getting close again too, his grip on you tightening as he tries to hold on.

Jungkook lets out a low moan as he feels his second orgasm approaching. He watches you, his eyes dark and intense, as you ride him with increasing urgency. Suddenly, he can't hold back any longer. He lets out a groan as he comes, his hips bucking up into you as he spills inside you. As soon as he finishes, he quickly turns you over onto your stomach. He pushes your hair out of the way and grabbing the camera, ready to record your next position.

Jungkook moves behind you, positioning himself between your legs. He grabs your hips and lifts them slightly, giving him a better angle to slide into you from behind.

He doesn't waste any time, immediately starting to thrust into you at a relentless pace. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, using the leverage to drive his cock even deeper inside you.

As Jungkook pounds into you from behind, he lets out a low growl and leans down to your ear.

“Who does this pussy belong to baby?” he demands, his voice rough and possessive. “Say it.”

You let out a gasp as Jungkook hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and it takes you a moment to form a coherent response.

“It's yours daddy” you manage to say, your voice shaky. “My pussy belongs to you. It's all yours. All for you.”

Jungkook grins at your response, clearly pleased by your words. He releases your wrists and slides one hand down to your lower back, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“That's right baby," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You're my good girl. You know who you belong to, don't you?”

You nod, your head bobbing up and down as you try to focus on Jungkook's words. The feeling of him inside you, filling you up so completely, is making it hard to think straight.

“Yes daddy” you manage to gasp out. “I'm your good girl. I belong to you. Only you.”

Jungkook's grin widens at your repeated affirmation. He leans down again, his chest pressed against your back, and nuzzles his face into your hair.

“Good girl” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “You're so good for me.“

As Jungkook continues to pound into you from behind, he remembers the camera in his hand. He lifts it up and focuses the lens on where your bodies are connected, capturing the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy. He groans as he watches, completely captivated by the way your body takes him in. He leans back slightly, giving himself a better view.

“Fuck baby,” he mutters, his eyes fixed on the screen. “Your pussy is so beautiful. It looks so good taking my cock like this.”

Jungkook can't take his eyes off the camera screen, completely mesmerized by the sight of himself fucking you. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues to watch, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. He zooms in on your pussy, getting a close up shot of how your body stretches to accommodate his cock. He groans again, his voice thick with arousal.

“So tight...so wet...fuck...”

The sight of himself pounding into you on the camera screen is almost too much for Jungkook to handle. He can feel his third orgasm approaching rapidly, spurred on by the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your tight, wet pussy. He groans again, his grip on the camera tightening as he struggles to keep himself together.

“Fuck, princess” he grits out. “I'm not gonna last much longer, you're driving me crazy.”

You hear Jungkook's words, and a smirk crosses your face as you realize how close he is to cumming. You clench your inner muscles around him, trying to push him over the edge.

“Cum for me, daddy” you gasp out, your voice laced with need. “I want to feel you cum inside me again.”

Jungkook lets out a strangled cry as he reaches his climax, his hips bucking wildly as he spills his hot cum deep inside you for the third time that night. At the same time, you feel your own orgasm wash over you, your body clenching and spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure course through you.

After a few moments of catching his breath, Jungkook slowly pulls out of you and sits up. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and adoration. He runs a hand through your hair, gently brushing it away from your face.

“Stay here baby” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'll be right back.”

He gets up from the bed and disappears into the bathroom. You hear the sound of water running as he starts running a bath for you both.

As Jungkook prepares the bath, you slowly sit up in bed and look around for the camera. You spot it lying on the bed beside you, and a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You pick up the camera and turn it towards yourself, zooming in on your face. You look thoroughly fucked, your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed from exertion. You turn the camera to capture the bed, focusing on the wet spots where you and Jungkook had been.

You pause for a moment, thinking about how far you and Jungkook have come in just a few hours. You never expected things to turn out this way, but you can't deny that it's been incredible. Jungkook walks back into the room, carrying a towel and a robe. He stops in his tracks when he sees you holding the camera, a smirk on your face. He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your antics.

“Whatcha doing baby?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

You hold up the camera and give Jungkook a sly grin.

“I'm recording the aftermath” you say, your voice laced with amusement. “I figured it would make for some interesting memories later on.”

Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head, clearly amused by your unabashed behavior.

“You're something else, you know that?” he says, as he walks over to the bed and helps you up. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

He leads you into the bathroom, where a warm, inviting bath is waiting for you both. He helps you into the tub, making sure you're comfortable before sliding in behind you.

As you and Jungkook settle into the warm water of the bath, you let out a contented sigh. You lean back against his chest, feeling completely relaxed and spent. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he gently runs a washcloth over your body. He takes his time, being extra careful as he cleans you up. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Jungkook speaks up.

“I think that's the most fun I've ever had in my life,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. You chuckle softly and nod in agreement, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“I think you're right,” you say, a small smile on your face. “It was definitely an experience I won't forget anytime soon.”

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dismalflo · 3 months ago

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Rugby!James potter x Photographer!reader who meet for the first time while they're both working ✩ 3.2k words

summary: when Lily calls asking you to fill in for the team photographer, you agree. you meet a very nice and slightly flirty team captain - James Potter.

cw: just fluff, James is a sweetheart,

When Lily called you to ask if you could photograph the promo shots for the rugby team's social media, you should’ve said no. But, despite knowing her for years, saying no to Lily Evans is a skill you’ve never quite mastered, and lord knows, you’ve tried.

“I’m sorry, Lily, it’s just not the kind of photography I do,” you’d said, hoping she’d back off.

“I know that, but our team photographer quit out of nowhere to go ‘find himself,’ and it’s just this one time. You’d be my hero if you could help.”

“...Fine.”

So yes, you tried, but to no avail.

Now, as you drive onto the grounds, the nerves start to creep in. Lily’s request meant they were desperate, but that only ramps up the pressure. You have to get the shots right. Perfect. No room for mistakes. Because of this, your car’s boot is packed with a variety of lenses, camera bodies, and a couple of tripods. At least no one could accuse you of being underprepared.

Once you park, you allow yourself a moment to breathe. You’re not sure what you’re walking into, and the unknown is always unnerving. Hands still firmly planted on the steering wheel and eyes staring unseeingly at the dash. This is silly, you haven't felt this panicked once in the lead up to this job, but it seems to have hit you like a brick all at once at the worst possible time.

Just as your mind starts to spiral, a gentle tap on your window pulls you back to reality. You glance up to find one of the biggest men you’ve ever seen, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, dressed in joggers and a jacket with the team’s logo emblazoned on it. His face is calm, his smile warm and relaxed. If sunshine were a person It’d be him. You try to shake off the wave of nerves and return an awkward grin, fumbling to get out of the car.

“You alright?” he asks, his voice steady and easy.

“Yeah, I’m, uh… I’m here to do the promo photos for the team,” you say, your tone hesitant, unsure of your place here.

“Oh, great. Lily mentioned you'd be coming,” he says with a nod. Then, with a casual gesture toward your car, he adds, “Need a hand bringing your stuff in?”

You're taken aback by his immediate kindness. You'd half-expected to be ignored by a bunch of burly men all day, but this tall, curly-haired guy is completely throwing you off. It's a relief, though—one you didn’t even realise you needed.

“That would be great, actually,” you say, voice softer now, but still nervous as you rush to add, “If—if that’s alright.”

As you round the car to pop open the boot, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious. Not only have you just managed to act like a bumbling fool, but there's also this man—who looks like he's been sculpted by the gods—following right behind you.

When the boot clicks open, he lets out a low whistle. “Wow, one of my mates is really into film photography,” he says, his face lighting up as he speaks. “Not sure he’s got a kit as impressive as yours, though. So, what do you need me to carry?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his comment. He’s kind, but rugby players aren’t exactly known for their gentle touch. As charming as this one is, you’re not about to risk it. You point toward the tripod bags. “Those, if you don’t mind,” you say.

He nods with an easy grin, effortlessly lifting one of the heavy tripod bags. “No problem. I’ve got it.” His muscles shift under his jacket as he adjusts the weight, and you try not to let your gaze linger too long on the way his jacket clings to his broad shoulders.

You grab a camera body, a little flustered by the close proximity of this boy, but you make an effort to steady yourself. “Thanks” you mutter, looking up at him, a little rushed.

“No worries,” he says with a chuckle, then adds, “They're all nice lads, you’ll be fine.”

The reassurance is exactly what you needed, even if it doesn’t quite settle the flutter of nerves in your stomach. “I hope so,” you reply with a faint smile, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

As you both start walking toward the stadium, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the quiet morning air, he turns his head slightly, keeping his tone casual. “So, is this your usual kind of job?” he asks, clearly trying to get a conversation going as you both make your way through the car park.

You’re grateful for the distraction, even if the question catches you a little off guard. “I mean, I mostly do portraits and landscapes,” you answer, trying to sound like you have it all together. “I don’t usually do team sports, but Lily called in a favour.”

He gives you a sideways glance, his smile widening just a bit as he lets out a low chuckle. “Well, if it makes you feel better, the team’s not as scary as they look. And, if you need a bit of help with that, I’m more than happy to make sure they stay in line.”

You both reach the entrance of the stadium, and he holds the door open for you, his smile still warm. “After you, photographer,” he says with a playful wink.

You raise an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. “Are you always this charming?” you can’t help but ask, a little teasing of your own slipping into your voice.

He grins even wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Only when I’m trying to get someone to stop being nervous,” he says easily, then adds with a shrug, “Seems like it’s working, though, doesn’t it?”

You can't help but laugh, the tension easing slightly as you step into the stadium, the vast space unfolding before you. The first thing your eyes catch is the bright red hair of Lily Evans, making her way toward you, a grin spreading across her face.

"Thank you so much for this," she says, pulling you into a quick hug. "I mean it, you're a lifesaver." As she pulls away, you nod enthusiastically, your words failing you. Her gaze flicks over to the man standing behind you.

"I see you've met James," she says, reaching for the Tripod bag from him. "He's the team captain—and apparently not where he’s supposed to be."

James scoffs, indignant. "I was making sure this lovely thing got in here in one piece. Didn't see you rushing to help them." Lily doesn’t respond, merely shoos him away. To his credit, James takes it in stride, backing off with his hands raised in mock surrender.

Just as he turns to leave, you remember yourself and call out, "Thanks for the help!" But James doesn’t seem to hear you, already heading toward the changing rooms.

Lily gives you a soft, amused look and gestures toward a nearby hallway. "Come on, I'll show you where we'll be shooting." Her familiarity with the space is evident, and it's reassuring in a way—this is her turf, a fancy social media manager, and you’re just trying to find your footing.

She leads you down the hallway, her steps confident as she continues to chat. “Alright, so we’ll do individual portraits first. Each player will come up, and you can get the posed shots. Nothing too fancy—just something clean and simple for the social media pages.” She glances over her shoulder at you, offering a quick smile.

You nod, trying to lock that information into place. Individual portraits? You can do that. You’ve done countless shoots for portraits before, even if these players are a bit more... intimidating than your usual subjects.

Lily pauses at the edge of the room and gestures to a clear space by a set of large windows. The natural light coming in looks ideal. “We’ll set up here for the portraits. Nothing too wild. Just enough to show who they are, you know?”

“Got it,” you say, trying to steady your breath. You adjust the strap on your camera, mentally preparing for the first round of shots.

She gives you a thumbs-up before stepping away, her voice carrying back over her shoulder. “After the portraits, we’ll move to the pitch for the action shots. I’m thinking some training photos, maybe a few of them in motion, running drills.”

She turns the corner into the locker room, calling over her shoulder, “Let me know if you need anything. I’m not far!”

As you begin setting up your gear, arranging the tripod and adjusting your lenses, you steal a glance at the team members trickling out of the locker room. Their voices blend in a hum of casual chatter, punctuated by the occasional laugh. A few of them catch sight of you, offering quick nods or polite smiles as they take their positions.

But then your heart skips a beat. James emerges from the locker room, flashing you that cheeky grin of his as he surveys the space. Your hands freeze, nearly losing grip on the camera. He stands there—broad shoulders, relaxed posture—exuding a quiet confidence. His eyes lock with yours, and he winks, that familiar teasing energy lighting up the air between you.

You shake off the brief moment of distraction, focusing back on your task. You work through the shots with precision, photographing each player quickly but methodically. The room feels less overwhelming now as the others drift off, their photos already taken. Just as you finish capturing a man with dark hair and tattoos snaking up his forearms, you look up and realize there's only one player left. James.

He steps up to the backdrop, flashing you that grin again. “You’re impressive, y’know.”

You blink, taken aback. “How do you mean?” you ask, your face flushing at the unexpected compliment.

James shrugs casually, his posture still relaxed but with an edge of warmth in his eyes. “I mean, you’ve got this whole calm, collected photographer thing down. And you’re, like, making it look easy.” His voice holds a playful lilt, like he’s genuinely impressed but also enjoying how much he can throw you off with a few words.

You laugh, trying to shake the sudden flutter of nerves that surge through you again. “Well, I’ve had a bit of practice,” you say, focusing on adjusting your camera settings to avoid his teasing gaze. “And it’s only a little intimidating being surrounded by a team of professional athletes.” You glance up briefly, catching his gaze again. There’s something about him that makes your hands a little shaky, but you try not to let it show.

James doesn’t seem fazed, though. If anything, he looks even more comfortable, his hands resting on his hips as he gives you an easy smile. “I wouldn’t say intimidating. More like... impressive, right? We’re a bunch of big, tough guys who can knock each other out on the field, but off it? Pretty harmless.” He tilts his head, studying you as if trying to gauge how you’re doing with all the attention. “Plus, I’ve been told I’m easy to work with.” He winks again, and the teasing energy returns.

You roll your eyes playfully, setting up the shot. “Oh, I’m sure you are. I’m just worried I might accidentally photograph your ego instead of your face.” You smile as you say it, hoping it comes off as light-hearted, but internally, you’re wondering how you keep managing to get caught up in this back-and-forth with him.

James laughs, the sound easy and rich, like he's genuinely enjoying himself. “That wouldn't be a good look for me but you're the photographer, angel, do what you want.”

You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure as you adjust your camera settings again, focusing more on the equipment than the man in front of you. His teasing grin hasn't faltered, and it's making it harder to concentrate. You need to get the shot—simple, clean, just like Lily said. But somehow, with James standing there, the task feels a little more complicated.

“Alright,” you say, trying to steady your hands as you bring the camera to your eye. “Just relax and look natural, okay?”

He nods with exaggerated seriousness, then steps back, looking you dead in the eye as if he's about to pull off some grand dramatic pose. But instead, he just stands tall, hands in his pockets, eyes soft, looking completely unbothered. And somehow, it’s perfect.

After a few shots, you pause, studying the pictures on your camera’s screen. They’re good. No, they’re better than good. The natural light falls perfectly on his face, and there’s something in his eyes—something that isn’t quite the usual mischief, but maybe a little more... real.

“Not bad, huh?” James’s voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look up to find him still standing there, this time a little more relaxed than before.

You nod slowly, doing your best to mask just how much you’re replaying the image of him in that moment. “Yeah, these are great. You’ve got a good... um, 'look.'” You immediately cringe, realizing how awkward that sounded, but he just flashes a smile, unfazed.

“Of course I do,” he says, winking again, and you roll your eyes, trying to shake off the embarrassment.

A brief silence settles between you both as you both focus on the photos. Clearing your throat, you turn to James. “Thank you for–” but you're interrupted when the door swings open, and in walks the man with dark hair and tattoos.

“Prongs, stop flirting with the pretty photographer,” he says with a teasing grin, throwing an apologetic look your way. “We’ve got work to do.”

Suddenly, you feel heat rush to your cheeks, realizing you’ve held James up for longer than you should have. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you rush out. But when you look at James, his soft gaze is fixed on you, his smile still warm and genuine.

He shakes his head slightly. “It was really nice talking to you.” His voice is calm, steady, and there’s no teasing in sight. Then, with one last glance, he turns to follow his teammate out the door, leaving you to ponder the sincerity behind his words.

The rest of the day is very uneventful. Aside from the fact your gaze kept wandering back to James, the fact that he kept making eye contact with you as if he’d already been looking, and one rogue comment from Lily.

“What have you done to James?” she asks, smirking.

“I– nothing… what?” you reply, confused and a furrow to your brows.

“He’s usually very focused,” she gives you a pointed look before leaning it, “He doesn't seem to be today.” her tone teasing.

You decided at the time not to dwell on those words. But now, as you make your way back to the car with the equipment, they echo in your mind, replaying over and over. What did she mean? You can’t help but wonder if you’ve done something to make James uncomfortable. A small—no, a rather large—part of you hopes he might actually like you.

Fumbling with your keys, your hands full and your mind racing, you hear a voice call from a distance. “Hey!”

You look up to see none other than James, jogging toward you with that effortless smile.

“Let me help,” he says, reaching for the strap of your bag and gently lifting it off your shoulder.

“Oh, thanks, James,” you reply, a shy smile tugging at your lips as your heart skips a beat.

"Anything for the best and prettiest photographer around." The compliment makes you fluster as he loads the bags into the car. "I can't wait to see the final results." His grin is the biggest you've seen all day, and you return it automatically, lost for words.

"Listen…" James straightens up to face you, rocking on the balls of his feet. "I was wondering if I could get your number?"

Your mind races through a million possibilities, but you quickly dismiss the idea that he's interested in you personally. Instead, you settle on the thought that he probably wants it for professional reasons.

"I—uh, I did this as a one-off. I'm not a sports photographer."

He chuckles softly, glancing down at the floor before raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "I know," he says, meeting your eyes. "But I meant it more like... I was hoping to take you on a date." He pauses, then adds, "If you'd like to."

"Oh." You're stunned into silence, and James immediately takes it as rejection.

"You should say no if you don't want to," he says quickly, looking away. "I can handle it."

"No, I—I'd really like that," you respond, nodding more to yourself than to him, but your smile betrays the nervous excitement bubbling up inside.

James’s face breaks into a grin that nearly lights up the entire car park, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Yeah?” he asks, his voice suddenly softer, as though trying to gauge whether this is really happening.

You nod, suddenly shy, your heart doing a strange flip in your chest. “Yeah,” you repeat, giving him a small, tentative smile.

“Good,” he says with a relaxed chuckle, almost like he didn’t expect this to go as smoothly as it has. “So, uh… I’ll text you, then?”

“Yeah. Definitely,” you say, finally letting yourself exhale, feeling the tension leave your shoulders.

He doesn’t hesitate, pulling out his phone and typing something quickly before showing it to you, waiting for you to type in your number. As you do, you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t mind it. This doesn’t feel weird or awkward, it feels—well, kind of exciting.

“Alright,” he says, stuffing his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll let you get going.” He turns toward the building, but not before looking back over his shoulder with a smirk. “I’ll be in touch, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, watching him walk away with a mix of amusement and disbelief. Once he’s out of sight, you take a deep breath, your hands feeling lighter now, a strange warmth spreading through you.

By the time you get into your car and start driving away, your mind is a whirlwind. You keep replaying the moments—his smile, his words, the way he looked at you.

Once home, your heart is still racing, the adrenaline from the shoot finally starting to settle, replaced by a warm, giddy feeling you didn’t expect.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out to find a message from James: “Had a great time today. Can’t wait to see you again. ;)”

You laugh, your fingers hovering over the screen as you try to think of the perfect response. Maybe something casual, something cool... But who are you kidding? You quickly type back: “Same here. Looking forward to it.”

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paxaz535 · 8 days ago

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ONLY ON CAMERA

paige has an idea that you all record yourself

note: this is a anon request so whoever sent it in, this is for you!

smutty, nasty, spit kink, usage of strap

ALL FAKE THIS IS NOT REAL (just a heads up for the ones who like to send threats and shit. 🙄)

———

it was a random friday when paige asked for something completely different.

you were all lounging around in you and nika’s apartment—your body draped across paige’s ass as she lay flat on her stomach on the floor. her head was in nika’s lap, and azzi was nestled comfortably between your legs.

everyone was touching in some kind of way, but no one minded. it was a slow day, no plans, no visitors expected—just the four of you, tangled up and unbothered.

paige was idly scrolling through her ipad when something sparked in that twisted, dirty, pretty little mind of hers.

“i have a crazy suggestion,” she said.

everyone froze and turned toward the blonde.

“those words are never safe coming out of your mouth, p,” you muttered.

the blonde just chuckled, shaking her head. “i have a feeling you’re all gonna like this one, though.”

that earned her your full attention. everyone sat up a little straighter, eyes on her now.

“go on,” azzi said, gaze steady on paige.

paige cleared her throat, her eyes flicking between the three of you. “okay, so—again, crazy idea—but what if we filmed ourselves… just for us to watch later?”

silence.

“you mean like… make a sex tape?” nika asked, blunt as ever, her brows drawn together.

paige tilted her head, thinking for a second before nodding. “exactly.”

nika looked at you, then at azzi, then back to paige.

“you serious?” you asked, your voice low.

she nodded.

she was actually serious.

“hmm…” you hummed aloud. “we using all of our phones?”

paige nodded eagerly. “yeah, like—set them up around the room so we get hella angles and shit.”

azzi tilted her head. “so you want one of us to, like, edit it after or something?”

paige laughed at her girlfriend. “obviously, babe. we gotta piece the clips together if we want it to look like an actual sex tape.”

the curlyhead let out a soft “ohhh” of realization, then looked between you and nika. “i’m down. you two?”

nika’s eyes flicked to yours before she shrugged. “sounds kinda hot to me. baby?”

now all eyes were on you.

they knew you’d say yes. you just liked dragging it out, savoring the attention. you held their gaze for a beat before grinning.

“this sounds fun. i’m in.”

paige grinned and pumped her fist in the air as she stood up. “okay—everyone’s phone charged?”

you glanced at yours, then laughed. “mine’s dead. lemme go throw it on the charger.”

you got up and disappeared into your room, a spark of excitement already settling low in your stomach.

paige’s mind can be so creative sometimes it’s honestly crazy.

you plugged your phone in, shaking your head at how fast things escalated. one minute you were lounging around, the next you were prepping to be in a full-blown sex tape with your favorite people. the thought alone made your skin warm.

when you came back out, paige already had her phone propped on a stack of books by the window. nika was pulling out her tripod from the coat closet like it was nothing, and azzi was adjusting the lights in the living room like she was prepping a set.

“okay… y’all are way too ready for this,” you laughed.

“we stay ready,” paige winked.

“gotta get the lighting right,” azzi added. “i don’t wanna be shadowy in my own damn video.”

“and you know i’m not tryna be caught at a weird angle,” nika said, locking her phone into place. “i need to look good while i ruin y’all.”

you bit your lip, the way she said that already stirring something low in you. paige walked over, tugging on your hand. “your phone good?”

you nodded. “bout ten percent. good enough for one angle.”

“perfect. prop it up by the tv,” she said, already pulling off her hoodie. she had on a black sports bra underneath, and the sight made your breath hitch.

azzi noticed and smirked, brushing past you as she headed toward the couch. “we starting now or what?”

paige raised a brow. “you wanna warm up first or go straight into it?”

nika slid onto the couch, spreading her legs just slightly. “i say we skip the warm-up.”

“of course you do,” you muttered with a grin, but your body was already moving, setting your phone down where paige told you to.

“who’s starting?” azzi asked, leaning over the back of the couch, her curls falling in her face.

paige shrugged. “why don’t we all start at once?”

nika pulled you into her lap the second you got close enough, her hands already roaming. “best idea you’ve ever had,” she muttered against your neck.

paige sat on the floor between azzi’s legs, turning her head to kiss the inside of her thigh. azzi tilted her head back with a soft breath, her hand already buried in paige’s hair.

the air was heavy with want now, thick with the sound of shifting clothes, stifled breaths, and the low hum of recording phones catching it all. you looked over your shoulder at nika, who had a lazy grin on her face, like she was just getting started.

and maybe she was.

“switch,” paige said casually, tapping your thigh.

you looked over at her, raising a brow. “switch?”

“yeah,” she smirked. “me and you. azzi with nika. it’s balanced.”

you didn’t question it. you stood up, heart thudding a little faster as you crossed the room toward her. she was already spreading her legs, leaning back slightly against the couch with her knees bent, waiting for you.

“sit pretty for me,” she said.

you sank into her lap, your thighs straddling hers, and her hands went straight to your hips. she tugged you closer, then leaned in and kissed just under your jaw—slow, warm, with purpose. behind you, you could hear azzi chuckle lowly, something about “you’ve been waiting for this, huh?” and nika’s dry “shut up and prove it.”

but you weren’t focused on them anymore.

paige’s hands slipped under your shirt, fingers cold against your skin as she dragged her nails lightly up your back. “you good?” she murmured, her lips brushing your cheek.

you nodded, already breathless. “yeah.”

“good,” she whispered, and then she kissed you.

it wasn’t soft. it was greedy—open-mouthed and warm, her tongue slipping in slow, dragging against yours. one of her hands gripped the back of your neck while the other moved down to squeeze your ass. she rolled her hips up once and you moaned into her mouth, your hands pressing against her chest for balance.

meanwhile, on the other end of the couch, azzi had already pulled nika into her lap, her hand sliding under the hem of nika’s shirt and trailing along her toned stomach. nika’s head was tilted back, her lips parted slightly, a soft gasp slipping out as azzi bit at her collarbone.

“you’re already making noises?” azzi teased, her voice rough. “we haven’t even started yet.”

nika just grabbed azzi’s face and kissed her hard in response, hands fisting in her curls as she ground down into her lap, slow and deliberate. azzi groaned against her mouth, and their phones picked up every sound.

back with paige, she leaned back slightly to look at you. “take your shirt off for me.”

you pulled it over your head without hesitation, your bare skin lighting up under her touch. she stared at you for a second—just stared—and then ran her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “fuck, you’re so sexy.”

you grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, but she stopped you, her hand sliding down between your legs. “uh-uh, let me take care of you first.”

your breath caught.

behind you, you could hear nika now openly moaning, the wet sound of azzi’s mouth on her chest echoing in the quiet room, and the thud of her hips against azzi’s lap in a steady rhythm. they were moving fast already, and you weren’t sure who was leading.

but paige didn’t rush.

her fingers moved over your underwear, slow and firm, until you were rocking into her hand without thinking. “just like that,” she whispered. “don’t worry about the cameras. just look at me.”

so you did.

and she smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

you were moving slow, hips rocking into paige’s hand as she rubbed you through your underwear, her eyes dark and greedy. her thumb was working in tight circles now, and the more your breath stuttered, the more her smirk grew.

“mm, i can feel how wet you are through this,” she murmured, voice low and sweet like syrup. “what do you think the camera sees right now? this face?” her hand moved faster, a little meaner. “or this body?”

you moaned softly, trying to keep your eyes on her but they fluttered shut at the pressure. paige leaned forward, biting your bottom lip before letting it go. “don’t be shy. they’ll see everything eventually.”

on the couch, nika had ditched her shirt completely, her sports bra pushed up to expose her chest while azzi’s mouth left red marks in her wake. azzi was greedy with her—hands gripping tightly at nika’s thighs, mouth working sloppily over her chest like she wanted to consume her.

“keep riding,” azzi ordered, one hand gripping nika’s waist as the other slid between them.

“fuck—az,” nika choked out, grinding down harder.

azzi looked up at her. “you never ride me like this.”

nika smirked through a shaky breath. “you never record me like this.”

that earned a low groan from azzi, and she brought her hand down hard on nika’s ass, making her jolt. the slap echoed in the room, caught clearly on two different phones.

back on the floor, paige was now tugging at your underwear, her fingers slipping under the waistband to finally touch you directly. your breath hitched as she dragged two fingers through your folds, eyes still locked on yours.

“god,” she whispered, “you’re soaked.”

you couldn’t even answer. your hips moved instinctively, chasing the pressure, grinding against her hand. she slid two fingers in, slow but firm, and your mouth parted in a silent moan.

“don’t hold back,” she said, curling them just right. “i want everyone to hear you.”

across the room, nika’s moans were getting louder, breathier, her head buried in azzi’s neck now as she rode her hand shamelessly. azzi’s other hand had found her breast, squeezing, teasing, and every once in a while giving a light slap just to see her jump.

“you’re so fuckin’ responsive,” azzi whispered, kissing her ear. “camera’s probably shaking from how hard you’re moving.”

nika laughed weakly, breathless. “don’t care.”

“you never do,” azzi smirked, sucking a hickey into her throat. “but i do. i want this to look good when we watch it later.”

back with paige, her fingers were moving faster now, curling perfectly with every thrust. your hands were in her hair, one on her shoulder, eyes half-lidded as you let her work you open.

she kissed your collarbone, your chest, and murmured, “when you come, look at the phone. let it catch your face.”

you didn’t know what made you whine louder—her words or her fingers—but the coil inside you was tightening quick, dangerously close to snapping.

meanwhile, azzi had pulled nika tighter against her, mouth by her ear. “you close, baby?”

nika nodded, her moans turning shaky, her whole body trembling as she ground down harder.

“good. let it happen.”

it was like the air thickened in that second—charged and ready, all four of you teetering on the edge.

“come on,” paige whispered, fingers deep and steady inside you. “don’t hold it. give it to me.”

you felt it rising fast, your body tensing as you clung to her, riding her hand with your hips stuttering. across the room, you could hear azzi’s voice get firmer, lower, her words close against nika’s skin.

“come for me, baby. come just like this, let them hear you.”

and it happened—almost perfectly in sync.

your head fell back as you cried out, pleasure rippling through your body in sharp, wet waves. your thighs shook around paige’s lap, and she kept her fingers moving, working you through it with quiet, reverent murmurs of “just like that… fuck, baby…”

at the same moment, nika’s hips jolted once, twice—then froze as her moan broke free, high and shaky against azzi’s shoulder. her whole body trembled, her nails digging into azzi’s arms as she collapsed against her.

the room went breathless for a beat. all you could hear were soft gasps, the faint buzz of phones still recording, and the distant echo of your own moans on the speakers if anyone ever played it back.

paige smiled, kissed the corner of your mouth, and gently slipped her fingers out. “you okay?” she asked softly.

you nodded, still catching your breath. “mhm.”

“good,” she murmured, brushing your hair back. then she stood, walking toward her overnight bag in the corner of the room.

you watched her bend down, unzip it, and pull out a familiar black harness and a curved, deep purple strap.

your stomach flipped.

“oh, we’re not done,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with that wicked grin. “lay down for me.”

“goddamn,” azzi muttered with a laugh from the couch, still cradling a dazed nika in her lap.

paige looked at her, smug. “what? i like sequels.”

you didn’t hesitate. you laid back on the floor near one of the phones, your body still buzzing from the high. she fastened the strap on quickly, confidently, like she’d done this a thousand times—and you knew she had.

paige knelt between your legs, her eyes dragging down your body like she was starving. “gonna be so good for me, right?”

“yes,” you whispered, already spreading your legs for her.

“that’s my girl,” she said, lining herself up.

she dragged the tip through your folds first, slow and wet, letting you feel it. your hips twitched.

“so ready,” she murmured, and then she pushed in—inch by inch, slow enough to make your toes curl.

your mouth dropped open, eyes fluttering closed as the stretch filled you. she didn’t stop until she bottomed out, her hips pressed flush to yours, her hands holding your thighs open wide.

behind you, you could hear azzi still murmuring to nika, soft praise as she kissed her shoulders and neck. nika was recovering, but her eyes were still half-lidded and hungry, watching you and paige move like it was her favorite movie.

“fuck, look at you,” paige said, starting to thrust—slow and deep. “so pretty like this. all open for me.”

you moaned, lifting your hips to meet each stroke. her rhythm was steady, precise, dragging against all the right spots with every push.

“you better keep your eyes open this time,” she said through gritted teeth. “you’re gonna wanna see this.”

“open your eyes,” paige said again, her voice right in your ear now, breath hot as she leaned over you. “you really wanna miss this?”

you blinked up at her, dazed, lips parted as she thrust again—deep, slow, perfectly deliberate.

she smirked. “that’s what i thought.”

then, without warning, she pulled out.

you gasped, hips bucking up to chase the friction, but she was already grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your stomach. her grip was firm, rough enough to make you whimper into the carpet.

“up,” she ordered, voice sharp now. “on your knees.”

you obeyed without thinking, your body moving like it was tethered to hers. she tugged your hips back until you were arched just right, back swayed, ass pushed up and ready. she ran a hand down your spine, slow and possessive, then gave you a sharp slap on your ass—making you jolt and moan.

behind you, you heard azzi lowly whistle. “shit.”

nika had shifted to sit between azzi’s legs now, dazed but fully focused, her eyes locked on the way paige lined herself up behind you again.

“look at her,” nika murmured, half to azzi, half to herself. “fuckin’ folded.”

“and loving it,” azzi grinned, her hand slipping under nika’s thigh, still stroking slow circles over sensitive skin.

you could barely process them—your mind was focused only on paige now. she slid back in, deeper this time, the angle sharper. you cried out, grabbing at the carpet as she set a brutal, delicious pace from behind.

“there we go,” she growled, her hands tight on your hips. “you take it so well like this.”

every thrust knocked a sound out of you—needy, raw, real—and the phones around you caught all of it.

she leaned over you again, the strap still moving inside you as her fingers slid under to toy with your clit, rough and fast.

“this is my favorite view,” she murmured into your ear. “you, stuffed and moaning and shaking for me while they watch.”

you were shaking. your legs were starting to give, your moans turning messy and high as her rhythm didn’t falter once.

paige slapped your ass again, harder. “don’t you dare come until i say.”

“fuck—paige,” you whimpered, desperate, trembling now.

“you can wait,” she said, biting your shoulder. “i’m not done with you yet.”

paige’s fingers kept a merciless rhythm on your clit while the strap filled you, every slap of her hips echoing through the room. your whole body trembled, the threat of release sitting right on the brink.

behind you, nika finally turned, blinking heavy-lidded eyes at azzi. “your turn, az,” she murmured, voice still rough from coming.

azzi cocked a brow, lips parted, but she didn’t protest when nika slid off her lap to kneel between her spread thighs. nika tugged azzi forward on the couch until azzi’s back hit the cushions and her legs dangled over the edge, knees loose and ready.

“hands behind the couch,” nika ordered, a sly grin tugging at her mouth.

azzi obeyed, fingers curling over the top cushion. nika pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other—slow, deliberate—letting her warm breath tease the slick she could already see glistening.

“don’t tease me,” azzi warned, voice shaky.

nika only chuckled, licking a broad stripe up azzi’s center—slow and wet—before pulling back. she let a string of saliva drip from her tongue onto azzi’s clit, watching it pool and mix with the slick there.

“oh, fuck,” azzi groaned, thighs twitching.

nika lapped it up, then did it again, letting spit drip until azzi was a mess of slick and saliva. only when azzi was fully squirming did nika finally focus, mouth sealing over her clit and sucking hard. azzi’s hips lifted off the couch, a choked cry ripping from her chest.

paige glanced over, still piston-thrusting into you. “look at them,” she murmured in your ear. “she’s drooling all over azzi’s pussy.”

you tried to turn your head, but paige shoved your face back down, hand fisting in your hair. “eyes forward. focus on my cock.”

she drove deeper, harder, the slap-slap-slap of skin loud under nika’s noisy, wet sucking in the background. every time nika pulled back, she let another slow string of spit fall, then licked it away in swirling circles that had azzi’s legs shaking.

“shit—nika, i’m—” azzi’s voice cracked.

“not yet,” nika said, thumb pressing just below azzi’s clit while she flattened her tongue and licked one long, torturous stripe.

azzi whimpered, obediently holding back.

behind you, paige’s thrusts got meaner, the tip of the strap slamming that perfect spot over and over until stars burst behind your eyes.

“please,” you gasped, nails clawing at the carpet. “paige, please—”

“you wanna come?” her voice was all grit and honey.

“yes—yes, fuck—”

she pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head, and spat—hot and slick—right onto your aching cunt. her spit trickled down around the strap, and then she slammed back in, the wet sound obscene.

your cry cracked, body clenching so hard your arms buckled. paige didn’t let you fall; she hauled you back by the hips, one hand on your throat, the other rubbing your spit-slick clit in furious circles.

“now,” she growled. “come for me now.”

the order snapped something loose. you shattered—loud and shaking, walls fluttering around the strap while your vision whited out. paige fucked you through every pulse, every aftershock, her own breath ragged behind you.

across the room, nika finally curled two fingers into azzi while sucking her clit, tongue flicking wet and fast. the added fullness shoved azzi right over the edge; her moan went high and helpless, thighs locking around nika’s head as she came, slick gushing over nika’s fingers and chin. nika kept licking, drinking everything azzi gave her, only slowing when azzi’s legs began to tremble too hard to stay open.

silence fell in the thick, sticky aftermath—just the pant of breaths, the hum of still-recording phones, and the faint buzz of everyone’s spent bodies.

paige eased the strap out of you, a satisfied little hum leaving her throat as she watched the mix of spit and slick drip down your thighs. she stroked your back, soothing, before smacking your ass one last playful time.

paige was still sprawled beside you, harness slack against her hips, a satisfied grin on her face—but nika’s eyes caught the faintest twitch of need at the corner of paige’s mouth.

“yeah, you looked real smug directing us,” nika said, voice low as she crawled across the carpet. “but i think the star deserves her own scene.”

paige opened one eye, arched a brow. “oh, i’m the star now?”

“absolutely,” azzi murmured, settling back into the couch to watch, palm idly stroking your thigh as you leaned into her. “front-row seats, baby.”

nika reached paige, fingertips trailing up the inside of her thigh to the base of the strap. “let me take this off?” she asked, already unbuckling the harness.

paige lifted her hips so nika could slide it away. the second it clattered aside, nika pressed a lingering kiss to paige’s lower belly, then another, slower, right between her hip bones. paige’s breath hitched.

“she gets gentle?” you whispered, amused.

“shh,” paige shot back, but the corners of her lips curved.

nika smirked, nudging paige’s thighs farther apart, kissing her way down until she could breathe in the mix of heat and slick still clinging to paige’s skin. she paused, let a warm ribbon of spit drip from her tongue onto paige’s clit, watching it slide before sealing her mouth around it.

paige’s head tipped back, a broken sound escaping her chest. “fuck, nika—”

nika hummed, the vibration sinking deep. she flattened her tongue, licked slow, languid strokes—teasing. each time she pulled back, she spat again, letting it mingle with paige’s slick until everything was shiny, messy, perfect. then she sucked hard, and paige’s hips jerked.

“don’t let her edge me,” paige gasped, eyes flickering to you and azzi like she needed backup.

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you breathed, but nika only chuckled wickedly and slipped two fingers inside paige—smooth, sure, curling immediately.

paige’s moan was ragged. she tried to brace on her elbows, but pleasure ripped through her and she collapsed back, legs shaking. nika set a steady rhythm—fingers stroking deep, mouth and tongue relentless on her clit. spit glistened at every pass, wet sounds echoing with each thrust.

“look at her,” azzi whispered against your ear, fingers sliding higher between your legs again, lazy but purposeful. “she’s trying so hard not to scream.”

paige heard it—her cheeks flushed—but she couldn’t bite down the next cry when nika crooked her fingers, hitting perfect. her back arched, muscles tight, every exhale a trembling plea.

nika drew back just enough to speak, breath hot. “come on, p. let it go for me.”

paige’s hand flew to nika’s hair. “don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking.

nika didn’t. she pressed in harder, sucked once more—sharp, precise—and paige shattered. her cry filled the room, high and unfiltered, thighs clamping around nika’s head as she pulsed around those deft fingers. nika eased the thrusts but didn’t pull away until the last tremor faded.

when she finally surfaced, her chin glistened. she kissed the inside of paige’s thigh, slow and reverent, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, satisfied. paige lay boneless, chest heaving, a dazed smile spreading as she stared at the ceiling.

“that… was worth the wait,” paige breathed.

nika grinned, crawling up to press a soft kiss to paige’s lips—letting her taste herself. “director’s cut,” she whispered, pulling back. “no edits.”

azzi laughed softly, squeezing your knee. “best production i’ve ever worked on.”

phones were still rolling, red dots blinking as proof. the four of you lay there in loose, tangled exhaustion—slicked, marked, and utterly content—knowing you’d have one hell of a private premiere night to relive every breathless second.

paige was still catching her breath, arm flung over her eyes, while you laid curled against her side. azzi was lazily stroking nika’s thigh now, her other hand holding one of the still-recording phones, just in case someone wanted bonus footage.

“we should totally make a group chat that’s strictly just about this,” nika said casually, voice hoarse but smug.

“about what? sex?” paige asked, cracking an eye open.

“no,” nika said, grinning. “this. the tapes. we gotta name the files, keep ’em organized. share notes, drop edits. maybe even assign thumbnails.”

“girl,” you wheezed. “you tryna build a production studio?”

“a private one,” nika shrugged. “for the girls, by the girls.”

azzi laughed, nudging nika with her knee. “you tryna get a logo too? t-shirts? limited merch?”

“if the footage looks as good as it felt? yes.”

“i’m in,” paige muttered. “but only if the group chat name is iconic.”

“okay,” nika said, sitting up straighter. “hear me out—The Director’s Cut.”

you and paige said “ooh” in unison while azzi gave an approving nod.

“i’m texting it now,” nika said, grabbing her phone and typing fast. “strictly for dropbox links, reviews, timestamped compliments, and praise only. no crusty memes allowed.”

paige snorted. “add a rule: if your phone dies mid-filming, you gotta host the next shoot.”

you groaned. “ugh, that’s targeted.”

“correct,” nika said. “dead phone = punishment.”

“fine,” you muttered, smirking. “i’ll just make sure i’m the camera girl next time.”

paige turned to you, one brow raised. “only if you’re wearing that pink lace set while you do.”

“deal,” you said, leaning in for a lazy kiss.

nika pressed send. “group chat is live, bitches.”

a few buzzes echoed around the room.

The Director’s Cut was born.

you smiled at the name lighting up your screen, knowing this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

not even close.

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littlelamy · 3 months ago

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title: rafe's personal playboy bunny

warnings: 18+, smut

background: before moving to obx with your best friend, you were featured in a small playboy spread. when rafe found out about your past gig, he decided he needed to take some photos of his own.

the first purchase was a camera. top of the line, mirrorless, sleek in his hands like it belonged there. he spent too long in the store testing lenses, zooming in and out, asking questions he already knew the answers to. but it wasn’t just about the camera—it was about the setup, the lighting, the fucking vision he had in his head of you spread out and glistening under a spotlight, looking like something out of a magazine, but better. raw. real.

then came the tripods, the softboxes, the LED panels. he wanted precision, control over every shadow and highlight. you weren’t just a girl in front of his camera. you were a masterpiece he was going to create, frame by fucking frame. he tested angles in his room before even bringing you into it, adjusting the height, the placement, imagining the way the light would kiss your skin, the way the shadows would carve out every perfect line of you.

by the time he called you in, the room was transformed. not just a bedroom anymore, but a set. the walls lined with blackout curtains, the bed pushed to the center like a stage, soft sheets rumpled just enough to look inviting. and then, there was the table—laid out with more than just camera equipment. a collection of toys, sleek and glistening under the studio lights, each one carefully chosen. he wanted to see you use them, wanted to capture everything.

“strip,” he said, adjusting the focus, not even looking at you yet. the camera clicked as you peeled away your clothes, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight through you. his voice was low, measured, but you could hear the edge to it, the hunger buried beneath control. “slow. take your time.”

he guided you, not with touch, but with words. told you where to sit, how to arch, where to let your hands wander. the camera clicked with every motion, freezing you in time, making you immortal in pixels. and then, his voice dipped lower, dark amusement curling around each word. “pick one.”

your eyes flicked to the table. so many choices. some familiar, some new. you hesitated, and he caught it, a smirk tugging at his lips as he zoomed in, the lens capturing every little flicker of anticipation across your face. “don’t be shy now. you posed for strangers before, didn’t you? this is just for me.”

heat coiled in your stomach as you reached out, fingers grazing over the cool surface of a toy before wrapping around it. the moment you held it up, the camera clicked again, a satisfied hum escaping him. “good girl,” he murmured, stepping closer, adjusting the angle. “now show me how you use it.”

his voice guided you, steady, unwavering, the authority in it making your breath hitch. “start slow,” he instructed, eyes never leaving the viewfinder. “press it to your skin first. tease yourself.”

you obeyed, trailing it over your thighs, over the soft dip of your stomach, your lips parting when you felt the first shiver of pleasure. the camera clicked. “yeah, just like that. drag it lower.”

his breath was audible, heavy through the silence, the sound of the camera shutter filling the space between you. “spread your legs wider. let me see everything.”

your pulse pounded as you followed his orders, your fingers trembling slightly as you brought the toy exactly where he wanted it. the moment it pressed against you, a sharp inhale echoed from behind the lens. “fuck, that’s beautiful. turn it on.”

the vibration jolted through you, and the camera caught the exact second your mouth fell open, your eyes fluttering shut. “keep them open,” he reminded you. “look right at me. let me see what it does to you.”

his commands were precise. “circle it. slower. now press it in—yeah, just like that, princess.” the camera clicked with every change in your expression, capturing the way your brows knitted, the way your lips trembled. “use your other hand,” he murmured. “play with your tits. make it pretty for me.”

heat coiled tight in your stomach as you did exactly as he said, teasing and touching as he dictated, the pleasure intensifying with each passing second. the room was nothing but the sounds of the toy, your own soft gasps, and the rhythmic snap of the shutter as he immortalized every filthy moment.

“push it deeper,” he ordered, voice thick. “fuck yourself on it.”

you whimpered at the words, legs shaking as you moved the toy in and out, every motion perfectly timed to his direction. “yeah, just like that,” he praised, the camera still clicking. “God, you’re gorgeous honey.”

he didn’t stop until he had everything he wanted. until you were spent, trembling, and completely undone beneath the heat of his lens, captured forever in a way only he would ever see.

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hoshifighting · 6 months ago

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homemade porn with seokmin

WARNINGS: smut, porn, penetrative sex, spit used as lube, dirty talks, hair pulling, recording sex, praising

“are you sure about this?” seokmin’s voice comes out a little wobbly, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he watches you set up the tripod. he’s already blushing—of course he is—but the way his eyes keep darting between your face and the camera.. yeah, he’s a little too into this for someone acting shy.

“i’m the one who suggested it, dummy,” you tease, adjusting the angle of your phone. the way you’re bending over to check the framing isn’t exactly innocent, and when you glance back at him, he’s got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, hands frozen mid-fidget.

“you look good already,” he blurts out, then immediately slaps a hand over his mouth like he wasn’t supposed to say it out loud.

“yeah? you think the camera’s gonna love me?”

“the camera,” he echoes, his gaze dragging down your body like he’s already undressing you in his head, “and me. definitely me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing his shirt and tugging him closer until he’s flush against you. his hands are all over you, warm and eager, sliding under your shirt and pulling it off with a little too much enthusiasm. “oh my god, wait,” he says suddenly, his hands freezing mid-movement. “do i, like, pose? or—”

“seokmin,” you laugh, your hands cupping his jaw to pull him into a kiss, effectively shutting him up. he melts into it quickly, groaning into your mouth when your hands slide under his waistband.

the kiss breaks with a gasp, and when you glance at the camera, the red light is still blinking. “you’re doing so well, baby,” you coo, your voice dripping with sweetness.

his ears go red, but he grins, his confidence kicking in as he steps back to pull his shirt off in one smooth motion. “think the camera’s getting my good side?”

“all your sides are good,” you shoot back, but your teasing falters when he reaches for your shorts, his fingers slow and deliberate as he slides them down your hips.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, reverent. “like, seriously. it’s unfair.”

seokmin’s breath is hot against your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he pulls you closer, bending you over the edge of the bed with a teasing chuckle. “you’re gonna look so good on camera.”

you shiver, the weight of his words making your knees weak, but he doesn’t let you collapse just yet. his palm glides down your spine, before he stops to spread you open with his hands.

“stay still,” he commands softly, and then—spit.

the sound is obscene, deliberate, and you gasp when it lands, cool and wet, right on your entrance, the spit glistening on your pussy. his fingers move to spread it around, teasing you in lazy circles until you’re arching back into his touch, whining.

“needy already?” he taunts, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank your head back gently. the stretch makes you gasp, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he laughs. “you better give the mic something to pick up, baby.”

he doesn’t wait for a response—just lines himself up and pushes in, letting the stretch pull a desperate moan from you. but it’s seokmin, and he never stays sweet for long. his hips snap forward, hard, and your gasp echoes through the room. “there it is,” he groans. his grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to look at the camera. “you hear yourself, huh? you sound so pretty. think they’ll hear that wet little noise when I do this?”

he thrusts harder, angling his hips so the slap of skin fills the room, the camera capturing every second. your hands grip the sheets for dear life, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as he keeps hitting that perfect spot, over and over. “moan for me, baby,” he demands, his voice rough and strained, “louder. let me hear you.” when you don’t immediately comply, his free hand slides around your waist, pressing down on your stomach to make you feel everything. “c’mon,” he coos, “don’t be shy. it’s just me and the camera.”

his teasing, his relentless thrusts, the filthy noises—it’s too much. you cry out, and he rewards you with a low, guttural moan in your ear. “fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “you sound so fucking good, baby. can’t wait to watch this later, see how fucking ruined you look.” his words send a thrill down your spine, and you clench around him, pulling a choked gasp from his lips. “you like that?” he rasps, his hips stuttering slightly as he adjusts his grip on your hair. “you’re so fucking tight—shit. gonna make me cum just thinking about this later.”

the thought of him rewatching this—watching you cum on his cock, hearing your desperate moans—has him thrusting even harder, his moans spilling out freely now. and when he finally pulls you up, flush against his chest, one hand gripping your jaw to force you to look into the camera, you’re both so far gone that you don’t even care how loud you’re being anymore.

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