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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 🔞 | Oneshot

"Does he even pay you?"

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, friends with benefits situation, major angst, mentions of sex work, smoking, smut, god so much filth, Dom!Jungkook, big dick JK but what's new, did I mention angst?, protected sex, multiple rounds, multiple positions, a brief thighjob, so many feelings

Length: 7k+ words

There is no taglist for this fic. This is a Oneshot.

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"How does it feel to be a celebrity and ending up with me?" You wonder at him over the music, making him frown before he shakes his head, pulling you in by your hands he's holding.

"What're you talking about babe?" He argues softly, letting go of your hands to hold your waist now. "I've got the prettiest girl at my side, in my opinion. Can't complain whatsoever." He tells you into your ear, voice raised a bit and slightly raspy from his last smoking break.

You just shrug, enjoying the music when some people approach you, talking to Jungkook about something you don't listen in on, even though he's still holding you close. It's none of your business, you really don't want to get too involved with his work and everything around it, but it's clear that he likes to do exactly that.

Jungkook wants you around all the time. Doesn't matter if it fits the scene and situation, if he can invite you or bring you along, he will.

Fans don't know your connection to him. They constantly battle it out in comment sections that you're just a translator, nothing else, that you're staff so of course you have to travel alongside him. And just how they can seem to connect everything to dating if it fits their 'ship' they've got inside their minds, they're also talented in finding thousands of (sometimes frankly ridiculous) reasons as to why it cannot possibly be true either.

While before, someone wearing the same jewelry as Jungkook was a confirmation of a relationship, with you its just pure coincidence. You're an adult woman, you can choose whatever necklace or ring you want, that doesn't mean you're dating him. You're wearing the same t-shirt he wore just a day ago? Maybe you just own the same, or he was nice enough to lend it to you for one reason or the other. Seen near his hotel room? Well of course, you're staff!

The truth is, that you're not even staff at all- but you're also not dating him.

Jungkook has become awfully… comfortable in his trust that fans will brush off every rumor floating around. It's why he's shamelessly grabbing your tits from behind right now just for the fun of it, lips kissing your neck as you slap them off to hold your waist instead. "They'll call it AI-generated or something." He laughs, but you can't shake off the feeling of doubt about that. "And there's no one here filming anyways. It's a private VIP zone, so relax baby." He chuckles, swaying you with him to the beat.

He's right that this is a secluded zone- but that's never stopped anything ever before, did it. One random Instagram live where you're both seen in the background and it's over. For both of you.

"Let's go back to the hotel though. I'm horny as fuck." He laughs, making you roll your eyes with red cheeks to go with.

Jungkook is a shameless person- he doesn't see anything wrong with the things he says or does if they're not hurting anybody. He's got his own opinions and he stands by them, only ever shifting his stance if there's undeniable evidence of him being wrong shown to him. And he also enjoys the more physical aspects of love.

Jungkook enjoys sex to its fullest.

He used to sleep around quite often, his charm and also wealth and status enough to make the act of finding someone willing fairly easy. Most wouldn't be believed anyways if they openly said he'd slept with them- he made sure they never took pictures or god forbid videos, and he also never stayed the night, most of the time preferred the security of his own home where he could politely tell them to leave after the deed was done, his reasoning always having to do something with his work.

'I'm sorry, I got called up to the studio.'

'Fuck I forgot I had a flight early morning tomorrow.'

'I'm really sorry, ah this is awkward, but my manager just told me to a live now, and I can't have you being seen.'

You knew he did this. You were staff at some point, after all, even if not hired by his company but rather outsourced during a particularly demanding schedule and many other employees sick due to a viral infection going around in the office building.

You'd been just another victim of his. But somehow, he ended up biting down too hard- making him taste blood, Primal hunger awakened at the mind-blowing experience he'd had, an odd need to keep you just for himself having blossomed from it all. You were a keeper, you still are- and while it's not really love, it's good enough for him. Close enough.

He reminds you, regularly, that it's not love, with how he never claims to love you, avoids the topic altogether, always tells others you're just very close even when it's obvious just like tonight that you're a little too close to just be something casual. But he enjoys your presence nonetheless. Like a dear friend, just with some deeper layers to it.

Some staff call you his personal prostitute. And in a way, you do sometimes feel like that.

Jungkook is that kind of man who could have sex first thing in the morning. Doesn't even have to wake up fully- if you touch him just a bit, he'll come to life in an instant, if he's not sporting a boner already. He enjoys the exhaustion he feels afterwards, always pushes you past your first and second O, keeps his own saved up for the very last stretch all the time. He draws it out to high heavens, has trouble calling it quits.

Shower sex he's mastered, knows exactly where to step and what position to get into to make it as safe as possible. He loves having you on his large sofa, leather easy to clean after you're both done. Sixty-nine is his favorite dinner for two, though he has to admit that lately, he's been enjoying the more closer positions a lot more. Spooning from behind, lotus, you name it- you've become more than just an outlet for him.

He doesn't know what they call you behind his back. What your unofficial status is. They'd never admit that to him, because why would they? No one wants to get on his bad side if they don't have to.

He's on his phone, free hand on your thigh as you both sit in the back of the car that's driving him back to his hotel. He's gonna get out first, make his way inside, while you'll get in later from the back entrance to not raise any suspicion. It's normal. Routine. You've mastered it by now.

"I'll see you in ten." He winks before he makes his way out the car, rushing past some fans who've found out his location, bodyguards already there to guide him inside the lobby.

"Does he pay you?" The driver chuckles, and you shake your head. "Damn." The elderly man clicks his tongue. "Go find yourself an actual man, dear." He tells you as he parks behind the hotel, watching you move, your phone vibrating in your pocket, before it stops suddenly. "You know what they call you, right?"

"I know." You admit quietly.

"And you're okay with that? You're too sweet to let yourself be used like that. Have some self-worth." The man tells you with a kind tone. "I've seen you around long enough to know that you're kind, and a nice person. Trust me, you can and will find a proper man to love you right. But this?" He shakes his head. "You know he just wants you because you've become routine."

"I know." You repeat again, sighing a little.

"You're not what they say you are. You're just a little soft at heart, hm?" The old guy smiles over his shoulder, watching you unbundled your seatbelt. "Trust me, he won't be sad if you call it quits. I've worked for guys like this for more than thirty years- they'll just jump to the next." He explains, and you smile to yourself, before you nod towards the man. "Never mess with entertainers, sweetheart. They'll always break your heart." he offers.

"I know." You say once more, before you exit the car, and get on your way to Jungkook's hotel room.

You don't officially share one, but he still keeps you around for most of the night. You leave whenever he has to do a livestream or if he wants to go to bed, and you come back if he wants you to- but most nights you sleep alone, because he deems it too intimate for you to stay.

Apparently, sleeping in the same bed is more intimate than spitting on your cunt. Interesting.

When you knock on the door, Jungkook opens. Something's off, you notice it right away, but you don't dwell on it, don't answer. It's none of your business, and he won't tell you anyways, so what's the point in just further inducing his bad mood.

It's quiet as he moves around, since he doesn't talk to you, and you don't know what to say. You wait for him to make his move, and when he doesn't, you get up to grab your sweater you forgot in his room earlier, just to have him stand behind you, hands on your hips. "I didn't forget about you." He chuckles, and you let the fabric slip out of your fingers and back onto the floor as he kisses the crook of your neck.

Maybe jungkook is indeed using you. But you've started to use him just as much, if only to even out the odds, and make yourself feel more than just cheap company.

He slips out of his shirt. You raise your arms to help him take off yours, your naked skin at this point almost a requirement for him every time he takes you. He used to be satisfied with just fucking you somewhere quiet quick and simple to quench his thirst, but over the course of time now nearing an entire year, he's become more and more hungry. Like he wants to crawl underneath your skin at some point, the Idol constantly pushes himself more and more inside your body, not just in a sexual sense. He buys you clothes he thinks will look good on you, has a playlist just for when you're at his place filled with somber lovesongs more about heartbreak than anything else. He claims he didn't look up the lyrics, but you know he's lying. He knows a lot more english than he admits, just so he can pull the 'I don't understand' card whenever he's asked a question he doesn't want to answer.

He lets you wear his clothes without much comment by now, has gifted you jewelry he's worn and liked, laughs any mention of that being 'such a sweet gesture' off if anyone around him mentions it. He's not your boyfriend, but he surely is starting to act like it- maybe the lines are blurring for him just as much as they do for you?

People around you have started betting. On when he's gonna have another one, when you'll be 'swapped out' for something else, or at what point he's gonna make it official that you're indeed more than just nightly company. You don't await that day. It's never gonna come anyways.

"Turn around." He commands, and you do, because that's the easiest way to get where you want to be down the line. Head empty, no thoughts left, fucked stupid by a man who keeps you around for just your body and the familiarity you provide. You don't really mind any longer, long having stopped caring about emotions that are fruitless, bound to rot and die because Jungkook won't ever nurture anything you'd try and plant in his heart. He doesn't want it, and doesn't need it either- if he wants to feel loved, he just has to show his face to his millions of fans always on edge for more content. That's where he gets his love from. Maybe you're just there to feed other desires he can't have fulfilled like that.

He licks his lips as he gazes over your naked upper body, bra long undone by his hands on your back, fingers trained in the routine by now. You remember the surprise he'd shown you when you'd worn one with the clasp up front, face so soft and round for just a second that it felt like you'd just slipped into a dream- but his hunger had quickly returned, because Jungkook is a beast never satisfied. He craves more and more, constantly aims for absolute euphoria, never soft, never gentle.

Jungkook bites. He claims, grips, holds and pushes- he's aware over the physical strength he holds over you, and plays around with the fact almost every night. From tugging on your leg to pushing your head down whenever you decide to please him with your mouth instead for once. Something about the way you swallow around him and swirl your tongue always makes him feral, thighs trembling as the muscles spasm beneath the skin from the force of his orgasm. Maybe that's why he keeps you around. Because you can keep up.

His own shirt is shed, and his hands make quick work of his belt before he helps you out of your pants as well. He'd told you he didn't want to use the bed tonight, because asking for new sheets is always awkward, but he does it anyways- picks you up just to let you fall onto the bed, crawling over you. "What do you want?" You ask out of breath, but he just tilts his head in familiar habit, until it shakes no.

"Don't know yet." He answers. This is new.

Usually he always has a fixed scene set out, knows how he wants to take you right away, but this time he visibly seems unsure where to start. Almost like the first time.

He spits in his hand, doesn't bother taking off the rings, fingers working you up like it's second nature. He knows where to place them, how to move and what patterns to choose- and you don't bother thinking about the possible reason for it. Probably to get you wet and ready quick so he can get to the actual act itself, or maybe he just finds some sort of personal satisfaction from it. You're not sure- and neither do you really want to ask.

You're a little cold, but he'll warm you up soon. Hopefully you won't get sick like last time. Will he find someone else to fuck if you're unavailable?

Who knows. He surely has a lot to choose from, if he so much as asked.

He's got a question on his mind, but visibly contemplates on asking it. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, tongue playing with the twin piercings placed there for a second, before he leans in, kisses you. This is one of those things he does that are just outright cruel to you. His kisses full of fever and want feel so burning hot that you're sure you're marked by them for life. Like a signature he's inked underneath your skin almost he claims you again and again like this, with his tongue teasing yours, mouths open and ready to steal each other's breath.

He surely takes yours hostage, every time- and that's probably the smallest crime he commits.

"Have you eaten today?" He asks, and it catches you off guard, eyes opening again, painfully tugged back into reality where he lets his sticky hand run over your abdomen, just to settle on your hipbone. "Your stomach keeps growling." He teases, and you come crashing down. Of course. He'd never actually remember to ask that out of the blue if it wasn't for something reminding him about it.

"Not really." You respond, adjusting your position a little bit, legs trying to pull him closer. "Doesn't matter." You say, and he hums, leaning down again to mouth at your neck- probably marking his territory again, a joke made on a constant whenever you turn up with the blooming bruises on your skin, their origin more than obvious.

"Hm." He hums, almost dissatisfied, but you don't bother to think about it. He moves to lean off the side of the bed, pulling his suitcase closer to get himself a condom, opening the package easily before he rolls it over his length. He seems oddly soft tonight, in more ways than one. Is he still exhausted from the shooting? Could be. He never wants to admit himself that he has to take breaks, thinks that his body can just magically manifest strength from nothing but pure thought, and it used to irritate you, because you felt responsible, in a way. But that was when you still saw more in this than there actually was- nowadays, it's his business, not yours. He's got nutritionists and personal trainers who get paid for taking care of him. It's not your job.

What is your job, really?

Well, you're most certainly not working under his company any longer, and neither have you returned to your original agency either- simply because Jungkook's management deemed you too much of a danger in your position, after the idol had let it slip that you two were having sex on a regular basis. So you just signed an NDA, got paid for your silence, now earning a living by writing books. Modern fantasy novels, where the daydreams you once had can actually become reality, and your hopes and wishes can be dreamed of by other people who have the same.

It's good money. A hobby you cherish.

Jungkook has never asked you what you work as nowadays. He doesn't even visit your apartment, has never seen it before, and he doesn't know if you have family either. He just takes you as his, lets you live alongside him and entertains you whenever he's in the mood for it. And you let him, because these days, he's all you've got. There's not much else you can do than write all day at home or accompany him on his overseas schedules.

You're not sure why he always drags you along, when back home, he won't even call you for days. Maybe he doesn't have to? Maybe his bed at home is always warm. But if that's the case, why not take them on a trip once in a while? Does he have designated women for specific occasions?

Then who will the woman be he chooses to show to the public one day? Number three in his harem?

You can't even truly blame him. As someone he grew up in this industry, his view on the world is warped, shifted, not the same colors as yours. He doesn't feel the same worth in a simple banknote that you do, he can't understand the struggle of missing the bus or having to face an empty fridge.

"Sit up, baby." He tells you, chuckles when you struggle a little to do so- compared to him, flying around all the time actually does take a toll on you. And the petname doesn't make it any better in this moment, as his hands reach out to hold you steady, helping your legs over his thighs, before he guides the head of his cock into you. He wants you close tonight it seems like. Hopefully he keeps holding you, because you're not very energetic this time. "I've got you." He says, and you nod, resting your arms around his neck, hands faintly touching the skin of his back. "Are you cold?" He wonders.

"A bit." You respond. He's probably noticed your icy fingertips.

"I'll warm you up." He purrs, and you nod. You know he will. He always does- always hot hearted in everything he does, even in this. He holds you close, hands on your behind helping you move, your hips rolling a bit too slow for his liking, but he overlooks it for once. You're not sure what's up with him tonight. This isn't him. "You tired, baby?" He wonders, and you nod.

"Sorry." You tell him, but he shakes his head, moves to lay you down, knees pressed into the soft hotel bed mattress as he thrusts his hips forwards.

"It's alright." He brushes it off. "Flight was long as hell." He muses, lazily moving himself. You're enjoying this, even if it's odd for him to behave this way. "Wanna come over for breakfast tomorrow morning?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Can't." You sigh, arms now moving to lay above your head, eyes closed in bliss. "I fly out back home at 8 tomorrow." You remind him, and you can't see the way his brows lower, face darkening as he realizes he didn't know that. You usually fly back after him. Why are you going home sooner this time?

"Why?" He huffs out, hands grabbing your legs as he pulls your thighs over his, pushing himself deeper now. "You always fly after me." He almost growls.

"I dunno.." You slur. "Management said." You just respond. Why does he seem so irritated by this? It's not a huge deal at all if you fly back sooner or later. He's not gonna call you up back home anyways, so why does it bother him so much.

"Management can go fuck themselves." He argues. "You fly after me. I'll book the flight myself if I have to." he demands practically, slight irritation causing him to have his energy boil up, position adjusted as he becomes more restless, balls smacking loudly against you cunt, pace a lot more ruthless now.

You're finally reaching it. Your head becomes fuzzy.

You don't notice Jungkook becoming almost.. satisfied from that sight of your tension finally leaving. You're nothing but whimpers of pleasure as he slips out of you, hands tugging and pushing your legs and body to have you on your side, the taller Idol now laying down on his side behind you to spoon you, dragging the head of his length through your soaked and slicked up folds. one hand holds up your thigh, helps in opening you up, though you're pretty much gaping from his girth stretching you out moments prior. His lips find your shoulder, your neck, as he pushes himself back inside with the help of your hands-

who suddenly do something new as well, tugging the condom from his cock, making him gasp out in sensitivity. "What're you doing?" He grows.

"IUD." You tell him. "Please-" You beg, and yet again he moves as if awakened from slumber, pushing you halfway on your stomach as he pushes the now bare head of his cock back inside you. This is most certainly new, and he knows for a fact, that he's never going back again.

"Fuck.." He almost laughs, leaning over you now, body covering yours as he just pushes himself in for a good moment, humming a sound of pleasure into your neck as he lets himself relish in the new sensation. "Ah-" He sighs out, before he clenches his jaw, thrusting hard as if to make sure your body will remember him for days to come.

It will. Sadly.

"God, fuck-!" He groans out, holding onto your body now, having turned you onto your side, hand reaching out adjust your arm so he can see your face. Your lips are parted, eyes closed in bliss, and he can't help but have his hand smack down onto your behind that's moving in a way that's way too inviting. He does it a second time, slap clearly heard as he smirks at the way you clench around his cock currently rearranging your insides. He moves your leg to rest over his shoulder, reaching even deeper, hand underneath your belly button pressing where he can faintly feel himself move.

No one can blame him for being absolutely obsessed with your body.

He can feel the way you begin to tighten, thighs shaking a little as you come undone, his hands moving your legs again to close them once more, holding them up, slipping out of your clenching cunt to push his cock right between your soft and wet thighs. it's enough for a moment, though you reach out to touch the tip poking through almost teasingly, making him laugh as he suddenly sighs out, groaning as he spills over your stomach and up your chest. You're breathing heavily, and don't notice you start to shiver, as he parts from you to turn on the light in the bathroom to clean up.

Aftercare is not really his thing- and you've come to accept that.

When you sit up, you stretch your arms in front of you, muscles slowly regaining strength as you wait for Jungkook to finish up, toilet flushing before he emerges again, shamelessly walking without underwear, gaze following you as you walk past him to use the bathroom yourself.

The moment you re-emerge to grab your clothes, he's sitting on the edge of the bed with his boxers back on, phone in his hand. "I booked the flight for you. Tomorrow at 12:30." He tells you as you slip back into your underwear, not bothering with the bra as you search for where he'd thrown your shirt. "Here." He offers- and you slip the garment on with a thanks, only noticing afterwards that that's not yours at all, oversized fabric reaching almost to your knees. "Cute." He comments way too quiet to be meant to be heard, so you don't mention it at all.

"Why is the flight-thing so important?" You wonder, slipping into your socks as he moves around to find the hotel room service menu.

"Because you always fly back after me." He repeats again, clearing his throat.

"…you already said that." You mumble to yourself, but he clearly hears you.

"Fuck alright, god damnit!" He whines in complaint, rolling his eyes. "If you were to fly back earlier, you'll run right into all the paparazzi and shit waiting for me. That's why you're meant to fly back later- so they're gone by the time you arrive." He explains, and you're stunned in the spot you're standing, watching him a bit confused.

So that's the reason?

"It's not like they know." You say, unsure why he's so adamant about it.

"Doesn't matter." He shakes his head. "I'm not having them jump you for whatever reason they might have." He denies, before he sits down in the seat near the window which blinds are shut. "Now what do you wanna eat?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"I'll eat something tomorrow morning." You deny, and he slumps back in his seat, eyes closed and tongue pushed against his cheek.

"What do you want to fucking eat, babe." He repeats, making sure to pronounce the petname before he looks at you with frustration.

"Nothing." You respond. "Are we done?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, setting the menu down before he crosses his arms.

"No." He denies. "What to they call you?" He asks, and you're not sure what he's getting at, shaking your head with brows furrowed in confusion.

"What're you talking about?" You ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What do they call you?" He repeats. "I heard what you talked about in the car when I left."

"How?" You ask baffled.

"Telepathy." He jokes without humor, before he scoffs to himself. "I called you to actually ask you if you wanted to eat something- but you must've accidentally accepted the call without looking, because I clearly listened in on a convo I wasn't supposed to hear." He explains. "Either way, I want an answer. What. Do. They. Call. You." He demands, and you sigh.

"Why does it matter?" You argue, searching for your leggings in the room- finding them over the armrest of the chair he's currently sitting in. "I'm your personal prostitute, just without the pay." You tell him, and it takes him a second to realize that that's your answer.

Suddenly, he wants you out the room.

Not because he doesn't want you here any longer, but because the guilt is eating him alive with ever second he has to look at you. Because the more he think about it, the more it becomes obvious to him that this really must look like just that to everyone. After all, he's just taking you with him apparently for sex, and he's become so comfortable in it that he didn't think about it any longer. It's what you want too, right?

Jungkook has never really learned how to convey his emotions properly. He doesn't know what it's like to fall in love, has no idea what to look out for. He likes spending time with you, and enjoys the sex to the point that he's been monogamous with only you for the past year or so. It's nice to be in a relationship, even though he knows this one isn't normal. It's still okay, because down the line, you understand each other. He likes you, he just doesn't want people to use that against him or you at some point- so he keeps your status to himself. No one needs to know you're a couple. Only you and him. Because.. you know that, right?

"You know that's not what you are to me, right?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Does it matter?" You ask. "It's none of my business who I am to you, or whoever you screw apart from me." You say.

"What?" He asks, crossed arms unraveling. "I'm not fucking anyone but you." He says.

"Cool." You say.

"Cool? That's it?" He argues. "How can you be so calm about everyone else telling you I'm apparently cheating on you?" He worries, and you're yet again confused.

"What're you talking about?" You ask. "That's got nothing to do with cheating." You say.

"No no no no whoa there. Stop for a second." He holds his hands out as if to soothe a raging crowd of people, looking at the carpet. "You- you do know we're in a relationship, right?" He asks you, and your face tells him everything he needs to know. "Oh my fucking god are you kidding me…" He complains into his hands, covering his face in frustration.

"How the hell was I supposed to know?" You say, now with your own arms crossed. "Jungkook, you rarely even talk to me when we're back home. You only take me with you when you've got something up overseas, you constantly tell people we're just friends, you've never even asked me out in the first place!" You argue.

"We've been fucking each other for almost a year, I thought it was obvious I liked you?!" He whines, looking at you with what you realize are tears brimming on his waterline. Why is he so emotional now? "Have you- did you see anyone other than me?" He asks quietly, and you shake your head.

"No." You deny.

"Okay. Fuck- okay." He takes a deep breath, swallows down his panic. "I like you. I don't- I've got no clue if it's love or not because I don't know, alright? But I like you, a lot, to the point where I want us to be something permanent." He tries to explain. "Just us. You and me." He underlines, and you shrug.

"Jungkook, it's not that easy." You sigh. "If this has been what you think a relationship is like, then we won't work out."

"Alright, then what do you need me to do?" He argues, not letting go. "God- fuck, tell me what do I have to do to make you stay?" He asks, voice cracking.

"Jungkook, calm down-" You start, but he shakes his head, swallows thickly, bottom lip quivering for just a second before he licks over it, pulls it in between his teeth.

"I can't-! Not when it sounds like you're gonna leave me-" He worries.

"I'm not, don't worry. I'll stay. Just.. breathe for a second, alright?" You ask, getting up to walk closer, pushing his shoulders back to force him out of his slumped over position. "Hey- okay?" You ask, and he instead pulls you closer, sits you onto his lap, before he clings onto you, resting his forehead in your shoulder. "Why do you never reach out to me when we're home? You're confusing me." You gently tell him, and he shrugs.

"I'm scared they'll see you." He sniffles. "If they do- they'll tear you apart." He sighs. "When we're out here, like this- I can just.. claim you're staff, whatever. But at home- I can't.. I don't know how to protect you." He shakes his head.

"You should've told me." You sigh, leaning into him. "I was hurt, you know?" You tell him.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry." He apologizes, pulls you just a bit closer. "I don't know what to do." He whines.

"What if you just visit me instead?" You offer. "They don't know where I live. And my windows are all mirrored so no one can look inside." You tell him.

"…since when?" he asks, leaning away from you a little so that you can finally see his face again, eyes red, a stray tear escaping him that you wipe off.

"Since a few months ago? Jungkook you don't even know my apartment in the first place. You've never visited me at all, ever!" You laugh, and he sighs.

"I know, and I.. always wanted to, you know, visit you.. spend time with you but.." He runs a hand over his face.

"You're okay. We talked about it now." You nod, an action he copies. "I'll come back tomorrow morning and we can have breakfast together, okay?" You ask, but he shakes his head.

"No, you gotta stay." He denies. "I don't care if you don't like that, but I need you close tonight." He says.

"Never said I don't." You say. "You just seemed uncomfortable with it." You wonder.

"Because I snore!" He whines, throwing his head back. "I snore, I move a lot, I might cling to you at night or I sweat, or whatever the fuck- I'm not as perfect as I'm made out to be." He complains.

"Jungkook sorry, but what the fuck." You laugh, and he can't help but smile at the sight and sound of you happy. "You can fart and burp like whatever, and I'd still stay. You're human, I'm not perfect either!" You explain, but he shakes his head, leaning forwards to kiss your already blossoming bruises on your neck.

"No, you are." He says. "You're absolutely perfect." He argues.

"Not really." You deny.

"Stop arguing." He complains, squeezes your waist a bit.

"What're you gonna do about it?" You tease, and he looks up at you with a heated gaze.

"Get me nice n' hard and I'll show you." He responds, making you giggle with eyes rolling, as you lean back to tug him out of his underwear, a hiss leaving him. "Fuck, baby your hands are icy!" He laughs, leaning back to hold your legs so you don't slip off of his thighs.

"That's cause it's cold in here!" You joke back, warming your hands up on his already heated length, skin already flushed and swelling as the blood rushes back. His hands travel beneath the shirt you wear, softly grabbing at the flesh of your chest, making you get up to shed your underwear and get back onto his lap.

"Think you can ride me on this thing?" He asks, talking about the seat he's sitting in. "Kinda tired right now, won't lie."

"Huh, making me do all the work now?" You raise your brows. "And here I thought you wanted to take us seriously.." You sigh, attempting to joke- but he clearly doesn't take it as such, face becoming serious again.

"Lift your hips a little." He demands, and you do so- unsure what he's trying to do, before he spits into his hand once more, feeling you up between your legs to check if you're ready. You are- quickly slicking up at the thought of him, and he guides his length inside of you again, stretching you out once more, but this time, it's not just sex.

He refuses to move. He just helps you settle on his lap, but holds onto your hips, keeping you from moving. "Jungkook-" You whine, but he shakes his head, and pulls your face closer to kiss you.

"No, I wanna stay like this for a bit." He denies.

"But I thought we wanted to eat something later?" You ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I'm trying to be romantic here." He complains.

"By putting your dick inside me?" You ask.

"Well I don't know what else to do!" He whines. "I.. I don't really know how else to properly express.." He falls deep into thought for a second or two, before he finally says it. "I don't know how else to make sure you can.."

"..feel how much I love you."

You're quiet for a good while, watching how he rather looks at your neck than at you in particular, avoiding eye contact as he continues to move his hands back to your sides underneath your shirt. "Jungkook…" You mumble, and he cringes.

"Don't-" He sighs, clicks his tongue in irritation. "-don't pity me or something-" He begins.

"No no no I'm not pitying you I just-" You cut him off, now your hands holding his cheeks to force him to look at you. Because you just realized something in the things he's said earlier. "Remember how you said.. you want me to fly back after you?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yeah." He answers, his way warmer palms now taking yours from his face, holding them in his. "Of course."

"That's.. something that also shows that you care about me." You say. "Because, you didn't say that you were worried about someone spotting me and putting your career on the line- but that you were worried about me being in danger." You remind him, and he nods. "Or how you noticed my stomach growling, and wondered if I ate today." You giggle.

"I already wondered if you didn't- cause I didn't see you eat anything." He shrugs.

"See?" You hum towards him, running your hand through his hair. "That shows you care, too." You say.

"But I want you to feel it." He complains stubbornly. "I want you to.. feel the same as I do when I'm around you." He offers.

"Horny?" You ask, and he rolls his eyes, throwing his head back.

"That too-" He laughs. "But mostly.. just, I don't know." He takes a deep breath. "It's hard to explain. It's like chest constricts when I'm not around you. Whenever I'm home, I miss you so bad that I sometimes go to sleep early just to avoid giving in and calling you. I have to distract myself just to not think about you- and yet I still do, almost all the time." He sighs, tucking your hair behind your ears. "When I wake up.." He hums, hands moving to your shoulders. "When I do my morning routine.." He explains, letting his fingers travel over the length of your arms. "When I work out.." He continues. "When I go to bed. It doesn't matter at all." He shakes his head.

"You know you don't have to make up something just to make me stay, right?" You ask him, and at that, his eyes immediately snap back up to you, panic returning.

"I'm not." He denies instantly. "I'm really not-" he urges. "-how can I prove it?" He worries.

"You.. listen, it's not something that you can just clear up in a moment." You sigh. "It's gonna take time. We're basically starting from scratch here." You explain, and he nods.

"Do you.. should we stop then?" He asks, glancing between your bodies for a second. "Until you believe me?" He wonders, and you shrug, before you shake your head.

"No." You deny. "I'd miss you too much-" You tell him, before you adjust your legs, arms around his neck. "-And you'd probably go insane without sex." You tease.

"Not without sex." He denies, watching how you begin to move your hips, letting him slip out until just the very tip remains inside you. "But without you." He clarifies. "It's not sex I want- that's a… I don't know. It's the closeness I feel, you know?" He sighs when you sink back down. "I just like touching you.. being inside you.." He hums, eyes fluttering closed as he leans back into the seat while your hands settle on his shoulders to keep you balanced, pace slow but fast enough to intensify the pleasure you both feel. "Just like that.." He sighs out in bliss.

"I have a really nice couch, you know?" You hum towards him, making him smile while his hands find your waist. "My bed is really big too.." You tell him, and he opens his eyes a little at that.

"Big enough for two?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Guess we have to find out." You tease, and he nods, hands moving from your waist to your hips before one of them finds your heat between your legs where he can see his cock disappearing inside you.

"Is the couch sturdy?" He wonders, fingers playing with your clit now, making the muscles in your thighs twitch.

"Ah- yes!" You whine, picking up your pace.

"Hm, gonna fuck you on it then." He chuckles. "Stress-test it." He jokes, and you whimper as you come undone, your slick now coating his own legs, strings of the sticky fluid keeping you both connected, wet sounds echoing off the walls of the hotel room. "Break it." He growls, heels on the ground helping him in shifting his hips upwards into you, catching you off guard, your orgasm washing over you in a wave threatening to drown you.

You're shaking, but you still move, needing to feel him reach his high as well, and he does find his own release, spilling whatever he's got left to give, holding you close, kissing whatever skin he can reach from how you're hugging him now, breathing slowly easing again.

And he keeps you like this, uncaring of the food since it's by now too late to order any roomservice anyways.

And for the first time, he actually sleeps next to you, in the same bed-

promising himself to do everything he can to keep you this close, for now and as long as you'll have him.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines

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hsr x gn!reader relationship hcs

warnings: penacony spoilers (2.0+), bug mention (screwllum), angsty (aventurine & acheron), ocd mention (sunday), slight dark content (ie stalking) at end in Sundays but it’s marked in red to avoid if uncomfy

characters: sunday, screwllum, acheron, aventurine

a/n: i feel like it’s so obvious i did like 2 of these a week later 💀 i need more Sunday content in game

sunday

❧ if you manage to get past Sunday’s formal exterior, what lies behind it is a complete “know-it-all.”

❧let him nerd out about the greatest books in the current and past amber eras. he’ll make sure to tell you all about the authors too.

❧if the two of you have liking books in common, congrats! he’ll bring you on a tour to the primal waking library where you can chat all about it.

❧sunday’s compulsions become even worse with you around. is his shirt properly tucked in? he hopes there’s no wrinkles, maybe he should iron all his shirts again. oh gosh-are his shoes untied? you don’t even notice this. he’s used to hiding his true feelings.

❧he definitely confesses first. he’s aware that his status can be a hindrance when forming genuine relationships.

❧ maybe afterwards he’ll let you touch his wings. he loves the feeling of you stroking his feathers. especially when those annoying pin feathers grow in. the biggest sign of trust amongst birds- and sunday of course.

❧ and obviously you always get free vip to robin’s shows.

❧before and after the “Robin incident” are two very different Sundays.

❧the after, is a very possessive Sunday. he can’t have you become like Robin. he uses nightingales to keep watch on you, to make sure you’re safe. he knows it’s unhealthy but he just lost his sister, he can’t lose you too.

Aventurine

❧aventurine’s flirty facade fools most people. they think he’s sleazy and untrustworthy, and so do you in the beginning.

❧at first he talks to you because he thinks your reactions are amusing.

❧eventually your relationship gets too deep for comfort.

❧this guy will never open up. if he has feelings for you, you’ll never know. it’s not because he’s ashamed. it’s because he cannot comprehend someone actually liking him.

❧the only way he’ll confess is if you do it first. and even then he plays it off like a joke, something he can’t even believe. it takes a lot of button pressing to get him to admit his feelings.

❧aventurine is a very vulnerable person. he may rub off insults but they still hurt him deep.

❧the first time you hug him, he is baffled. affection has been foreign to him since the extinction event.

❧worming your way into his heart will get you even more riches then before. sure, he hands out money like nothing, but to you? that credit card is unlimited.

❧”what, that’s all?” he encourages you to spend.

❧brings you to casinos for good luck. not as if he needed any, but with you at least his hand doesn’t shake.

screwllum

❧ it isn’t uncommon for inorganic species to feel love. just as it isn’t uncommon for organic species not to.

❧ Screwllum, however, hasn’t experienced that feeling.

❧ he sees the way organic species love in a way he hasn’t. as a genius society member and one interested in life itself, how could he not be interested.

❧ which is why when he starts feeling a fluttering in his chest whenever you’re around, he must get to the bottom of it!

❧ confesses instantly. he has zero experience yet remains so confident.

❧ immediately takes time out of his day to interact with you. in whatever way possible.

❧ it could be the busiest day of his life and he’ll still make time for you.

❧ he’s described as a gentlemen by his close companions. this means opening doors for you, taking you out to places, etc.

❧ sounds too good to be true. but it is true.

❧ his one flaw, if you can even call it that, is his love for all life. and that includes bugs! no smashing them on his watch! he’s picking them up before you even get the chance.

❧ if you like bugs, even better. he’ll gently pick them up and talk about them with you. the two of you can take turns.

Acheron

❧ the first time you meet her, you think she’s a polite but introverted lady. she claims to be a galaxy ranger and you have no reason to doubt her.

❧ her blunt way of speaking leaves no room for questions.

❧ that is, until you get too entangled in each other’s destines.

❧ your first meeting with acheron, wasn’t actually your first. you’ve met her many times. every time though she seems not to know you.

❧ Acheron lies to protect you. just as she lied about being a galaxy ranger, she lies that she has no feelings whatsoever towards you.

❧ perhaps you remind her of someone she once knew.

❧ on some days, acheron traverses through her memories to look for you. she sees the hurt look in your eyes, but sees your smiles too. the path of a self-annihilater is a lonely one.

❧ ultimately, if you manage to convince her with words and actions that you truly care for her. she will put forth that effort tenfold. she desperately doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

❧ acheron is very protective towards you. if there’s a hint of danger, she’ll encourage you to take her with you. even going on her own to eliminate it herself.

credit to @/miau-meow-miau for first divider 🫶

#hsr x you #hsr x reader #sunday x reader #sunday x you #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #acheron x reader #acheron x you #screwllum x reader

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[Commissioned] Sponsor's Choice: YooA Oh My Girl

Tags: Dubcon, gangbang, anal, vaginal insertion, double penetration, face fucking, cum in mouth, a lot of creampies, cum in ass

Word Count: 8,653

A/N: It's my first time writing gangbang smut with complete characters, so if things get a little confusing, I'm sorry. I hope the nicknames I came up with for the OCs aren't too weird and fit the whole concept. And thanks for trusting me with this commission. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

YooA's hunger for solo success had grown stronger after her latest successful comeback. She repeatedly visited the CEO's office, demanding more solo events, but his response remained the same - he wanted her to focus on group activities with the other members of OMG.

While YooA didn't mind participating in group activities, she despised the CEO's habit of sending the group to pointless events. She craved something that would elevate both OMG's fame and her own status as the face of the group.

Determined to demand something more worthwhile, YooA stormed into the CEO's office with her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her skintight dress accentuated her curves flawlessly, catching the CEO's attention.

"CEO-nim, I've been waiting for this meeting," YooA leaned forward, revealing ample cleavage spilling out of her dress.

"OMG has been doing exceptionally well, but I feel like I'm not getting the recognition I deserve. These group activities are a waste of my time. I want something that will skyrocket my solo fame."

The CEO, a greedy man with a glint in his eyes, leaned back in his chair and eyed YooA with a hidden purpose.

"I understand your frustration, YooA-ya. But group activities are crucial for building your collective image."

YooA scoffed, flipping her long hair over her shoulder. "Collective image, my ass. I'm the true star of the group, and everyone knows it. I want events that will solidify my position as the backbone of OMG."

The CEO chuckled, intertwining his fingers. "Well, I might have something special for someone like you, after all."

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sleek black envelope, handing it to YooA. "You've been invited to a private masquerade party for VIPs. You'll be the opening act, and then you will have a special performance just for them."

YooA accepted the envelope, her eyes glistening with excitement. "A masquerade party, huh?" she said, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering on the envelope.

The CEO leaned forward, his gaze stern. "Remember, the identities of the VIP guests will be hidden behind masks. You'll need to be on your best behavior. Impress them, Yoo Shiah, and who knows, you might secure some profitable sponsorships."

YooA nodded, envisioning herself as the center of attention. "Of course, CEO-nim. I won't let you down. I won't let this opportunity slip away." She examined the envelope, noting the date and location.

The CEO rose from his chair, signaling the end of their conversation. "Excellent. Consult your manager to handle all the preparations and training. I expect nothing less than perfection from you, YooA."

As YooA turned to leave, the CEO chuckled to himself, his eyes gleaming with interest.

"Let's see if a greedy woman like you can handle more than you've asked for," he murmured, watching her hips sway as she exited the room.

Back at the dorm, the other members greeted YooA with joyous cheers and congratulations upon hearing about the prestigious masquerade party.

The girls quickly organized a small celebration, showering YooA with well wishes and excitement. Although they refrained from consuming alcohol to ensure YooA remained sober for her rehearsals and practices, the members still reveled in the festive atmosphere.

The following day, YooA's intense preparation and practice for the masquerade event commenced. She approached the challenge with high spirits, determined to shine and secure the lucrative sponsorship deals promised by the CEO.

The choreographer pushed her to her limits, but YooA met every challenge with enthusiasm, flawlessly executing each step and vocal flourish.Finally, the day of the party arrived, and YooA's stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation.

The stylists meticulously attended to her appearance, adorning her in a shimmering evening gown that accentuated her curves. She wore an elegant mask that concealed the upper half of her face.

Taking one last look at her reflection, YooA took a deep breath. A confident smirk graced her lips as she stepped out of the door of the company and into the awaiting black limousine that would transport her to the exclusive venue.

As the elongated vehicle glided through the discreet back entrance of the lavish mansion, her eyes widened in awe at the extravagant display of wealth.

Towering columns, sparkling fountains, and meticulously manicured gardens surrounded the impressive estate, a clear symbol of its inhabitants' opulence and status.

The process of verifying her identity through the invitation card at the entrance took a few minutes, but soon enough, a staff member guided YooA and her managers to the exclusive waiting room.

Even this private space exuded luxury, with plush velvet couches, a fully stocked bar, and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the magnificent grounds.

With an hour left before her performance, YooA seized the opportunity to warm up her vocal cords and loosen her body. The mansion didn't appear too crowded, as only the elite VIP guests had received invitations.

YooA appreciated the relative tranquility, relishing the calm before the storm. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, YooA admired how the shimmering gown and elegant mask transformed her appearance.

"Time to leave a lasting impression," she whispered to herself, a surge of excitement coursing through her veins.

An hour flew by in a flash, and before YooA knew it, she was standing behind a curtain on the makeshift stage in the massive hall. The female host's elegant voice echoed through the speakers, officially kicking off the exclusive masquerade party.

Summoning her courage, YooA stepped onto the stage, her shiny outfit catching the warm spotlight glow. Her performance was on point, hitting every note and nailing every dance move with precision and grace.

The VIP guests below roared with applause, clearly enthralled by her captivating presence. Little did YooA know, the real audience was hidden on the second-floor balconies, their identities concealed behind ornate animal masks.

Their intense, hungry gazes weren't focused on her singing or dancing - they were fixated on her slender, swaying body, mentally undressing her with each alluring movement.

These VIPs couldn't care less about the quality of her performance; their only interest was how they could soon have this gorgeous starlet fulfilling their wicked desires.

YooA drank in the roaring applause, her performance coming to a triumphant close.

Every step and melody had been executed flawlessly, and the VIP audience had lapped it up eagerly.

Satisfied with her work, she made her way back to the waiting room to slip into something more comfortable while she awaited the next performance.

Returning to the plush and private space, YooA swiftly shed her gown and slipped into a form-fitting mini-dress.

"Phew, that was intense!" she exclaimed, fanning herself as she flopped onto one of the velvety couches.

Just then, a venue staff member approached, signaling for YooA and her team to follow. "Your table is ready. We've prepared a private dining area with top-notch food and drinks for you to enjoy."

YooA's interest was piqued. She turned to her managers. "What do you guys say?”

Her managers exchanged a glance before shrugging. "Well, we're not about to turn down good food and drinks. Let's go for it!" her stylist replied with a grin.

As they were escorted to the exclusive dining area, YooA's eyes widened at the magnificent spread laid out before them - platters of exquisite sushi, succulent Kobe beef, and bottles of the finest champagne.

"Wow, they're really going all out," she murmured, already reaching for a glass.

Taking a deep, appreciative sip, YooA sank into her chair, relishing the moment. "This is the life, huh? I could definitely get used to this kind of treatment."

YooA was totally digging every bite and sip, relishing the chance to go all out on the top-notch grub and drinks. As she shot the breeze with her crew, it hit her that none of them had a clue about the real deal behind this posh masquerade bash. They were just following the CEO's lead.

But YooA didn't sweat it. She was soaking up the VIP treatment, feeling confident that her killer performance had blown the minds of the guests. She sighed with contentment, giving her champagne glass a final top-up.

Before long, her managers rolled up, giving her the heads up that it was time to slip into something special for her big show. YooA nodded, setting her glass down and making her way back to the waiting room.

When she laid eyes on the skin-tight, revealing gray dress laid out for her, she raised an eyebrow. The outfit clung to every curve, her perky rack was front and center, and the skirt was so short that her ass was practically peeking out.

"Is this... a bit much, don't you think?" YooA quizzed, running her hands over the clingy fabric. But then she shook her head, telling herself to quit being a buzzkill. "Forget it. I just need to focus on putting on a mind-blowing performance."

Slipping into the revealing dress, YooA took a deep breath and made her way back out to the stage, swaying her hips with a whole lot of confidence. Her crew had her back, so what could possibly go wrong?

YooA strolled through the lavish corridors of the mansion, guided by her entourage, until they reached a pair of grand double doors. With a graceful entrance, she stepped through, finding herself on a luxurious rooftop terrace, the night breeze teasing her exposed skin.

In the center of the open space, a group of masked men were chilling, their fancy outfits slightly rumpled. A fox, a rabbit, an owl, a bear, and a snake - each rocking an intricate animal mask that concealed their true identities. They lounged around an oval table, drinks, snacks, and desserts spread out before them.

As the staff who led her there bowed and exited, the door clicking shut behind her, the masked men rose to their feet, their voices charged with excitement.

"Welcome, welcome, Miss YooA!" purred the guy in the fox mask, stepping forward. "Come, have a seat with us." He motioned to the plush couch at the center of their circle.

The others chimed in, introducing themselves with nicknames based on their masks. "I'm Mr. Fox," the first dude announced, "and these fellas here are Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Owl, Mr. Bear, and Mr. Snake."

A shiver danced down YooA's spine as they guided her towards the couch, their predatory gazes devouring her with every glance. Something about this whole setup felt off, but she pushed aside her growing unease.

Putting on her best smile, she settled onto the couch amidst the masked men, acutely aware of how her short, curve-hugging dress captured most of their attention. "Pleasure to meet you all," she replied, silently praying that this "special performance" would go off without a hitch.

YooA mustered a coy smile as she settled into the plush couch, encircled by the masked men. "I'm here to put on a show for you tonight," she said, trying to exude confidence. "I hope you'll enjoy what I've got in store."

Mr. Snake, his eyes gleaming behind the reptilian mask, leaned in and poured her a glass of luscious, red wine. "Just relax, Miss YooA," he rumbled in a smooth, velvety voice. "We already take pleasure in your company.

Mr. Bear, a towering figure in his furry disguise, cleared his throat. "So, Miss YooA, how's the idol life treating you? Any thrilling plans on the horizon?" He extended a plate of mouthwatering indulgent truffles.

YooA accepted the wine and the delectable treats, doing her best to appear at ease as the men engaged her in polite small talk. She knew her mission was to please them, so she played along with their questions and feigned interest.

The men continued to ply her with drinks and appetizers, their masked gazes never straying from her figure. YooA felt their hungry eyes roaming over her exposed skin, and she fought the urge to squirm away. No matter what, she had to keep them satisfied.

As the conversation and laughter carried on, YooA felt her body growing warm, and her head started to spin. But she kept up her practiced smile, determined not to let anything ruin this golden opportunity the CEO had given her.

Unbeknownst to the young idol, the men had been discreetly spiking her drinks and snacks with drugs. They exchanged knowing glances as the substances started to take effect, allowing them to shed their polite masks.

Mr. Snake got up from his seat, moving behind the couch where YooA was seated. He placed his hands on her bare shoulders, sending a shiver through her drugged-out body. "Miss YooA, my dear, I hear you've been looking for some... sponsorship opportunities," he purred, his voice oozing with false concern.

YooA's face lit up at his words. “Oh, yes! The CEO said this could be my chance if I do well,” she blurted and leaned back into his touch a little bit, totally unaware of the predatory glimmer in Mr. Snake's eyes.

The other guys snickered, shifting in their seats, their pants getting uncomfortably tight as they ogled YooA's defenseless form. The time had finally come – they were going to make sure this greedy idol got way more than she bargained for.

Mr. Snake leaned in close, his breath tickling YooA's ear. "My dear, we're so pleased to hear of your eagerness to perform for us tonight," he purred, his grip tightening on her shoulders. "But you see, your performance will be... a bit different than what you had in mind."

YooA's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? I'm ready to give it my all for you all." She moved to stand, but Mr. Snake suddenly pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her back onto the couch.

"Ah, ah, ah," he chuckled darkly. "You misunderstand. We want you to become our doll tonight - to do with as we please." Before YooA could even react, two of the other masked men moved in, roughly grabbing hold of her arms.

The third man, Mr. Bear, popped open a full bottle of wine. "First things first, let's get you nice and wet, hmm?" he growled, shoving the bottle towards YooA's face.

Mr. Snake held her head in place as the man forced the bottle's neck between her lips, tilting it to pour the sweet, intoxicating liquid down her throat. YooA choked and sputtered, but the men showed no mercy, determined to break her down and make her their compliant plaything.

YooA's eyes went wide with panic as the pungent wine was forced down her throat. She choked harder but Mr. Snake's iron grip on her head kept her in place. The liquid burned as it went down, and she could feel it sloshing in her stomach, making her head spin even more.

Mr. Fox, who held her other arm, suddenly gripped her neck tightly, cutting off her ability to cough or expel the wine. "Drink it all, you greedy slut," he hissed. "We want you nice and sweet for what's to come."

YooA whimpered helplessly, the wine spilling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, drenching the front of her already-revealing dress. On her other side, Mr. Owl began roughly groping her thigh, spreading her legs apart.

"Look at those pretty little panties," he cooed, his fingers hooking into the lace waistband. "This is going to be fun."

YooA tried to struggle, to beg for them to stop, but the men's grips and the drugs coursing through her veins left her utterly powerless. All she could do was pray that this nightmare would end soon.

As the bottle drained, nearly half the wine now coating YooA's face and dress, Mr. Bear finally pulled it from her mouth. YooA coughed, gasping desperately for air.

"W-What... What are you doing!?" she croaked, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Mr. Rabbit chuckled. "Why, giving you the sponsorship opportunity of a lifetime, my dear." He reached down, grasping her foot and lifting it off the ground. "Just be a good little doll and behave for us."

With a swift motion, he removed her high heel, exposing her toned, glistening leg. Mr. Bear grinned, pouring the remainder of the wine down her smooth flesh.

"Look at these gorgeous legs," Mr. Bear grinned as he poured the remaining wine down YooA's leg, the liquid trailing from her toes up to her trembling thigh. "Look at this, fellas, the perfect canvas for us to play on."

Next to him, Mr. Owl suddenly yanked up the hem of YooA's dress, further exposing her lacy panties. The idol let out a strangled scream, but the men only laughed.

"Aw, don't be shy, sweetheart," Mr. Bear crooned, pausing to lightly trace the bottle's rim along her inner thigh. "We're just getting started."

On YooA's leg, Mr. Rabbit unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard, throbbing cock. "Mmm, feels good to be free," he groaned, rubbing the underside against the sole of her wine-dampened foot.

YooA whimpered, her body trembling as the men's depraved touches sent waves of revulsion through her.

YooA cried out in terror as Mr. Bear slowly traced the bottle's rim along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, inching ever closer to her covered sex. "Please, stop! I'll behave, I promise, just don't hurt me!" she pleaded.

Mr. Bear chuckled. "We aren't going to hurt you. We're going to make you feel so good."

With that, Mr. Owl yanked her leg wider, while on her other side Mr. Rabbit continued rubbing his throbbing cock against her wine-dampened foot.

From behind the sofa, Mr. Fox suddenly wrapped his arm around YooA's neck, squeezing her perky breasts through the clingy fabric of her dress. "That's it, struggle for us, little doll.”.

YooA whimpered as Mr. Bear's free hand moved to the hem of her panties, slowly pulling them aside to expose her slick pink pussy. With agonizing slowness, he pressed the bottle's neck against her sensitive flesh, gradually pushing it past her delicate folds.

“So tight and wet for us already," the burly man bellowed. "This is going to be fun."

Despite her desperate pleas, YooA felt the unyielding glass of the wine bottle slowly breaching her tight entrance. Inch by inch, the thick, rigid neck disappeared into her pussy, delicate folds clinging to like rubber.

A shameful deep moan escaped the idol’s lips as waves of unwanted burning pleasure began to wash over her. Disgusted with her body's betrayal, she realized these guys must have drugged her with some kind of aphrodisiac drug. She thrashed her head back and forth, but the intensely pleasurable sensations only seemed to amplify.

"No, no, it's too deep!" she cried out, fixing a pleading, tear-filled gaze on Mr. Bear. "Please, take it out!"

But the burly man simply grinned, his piggish eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he ignored her cries. Gripping the base of the bottle, he began to slowly, mercilessly thrust it in and out of her wet pussy.

“Look at that," his voice thick with lust. "Our little doll is enjoying herself more than she wants to admit."

YooA let out a wretched sob, her hips involuntarily rocking against the relentless intrusion. She was powerless to stop the rising tide of illicit, drug-fueled arousal, her treacherous body betraying her even as her mind reeled in utter disgust.

YooA's back arched sharply, her toes curling as the crushing tide of shameful pleasure rolled through her. She could feel a tight, insistent knot building deep within her core, slowly unraveling and flowing downwards towards her aching core.

The wine bottle sloshed and squelched as Mr. Bear continued his relentless, punishing thrusts, the thick glass stretching and filling her in ways she had never imagined. Beside her, Mr. Rabbit groaned in ecstasy, his hips bucking as he rubbed his throbbing cock against the sole of her foot.

"Ungh, fuck... so good," the masked man rasped, his voice dripping with lust. "I'm gonna cum all over your pretty little toes, slut..."

YooA sobbed bitterly, her body betraying her as the sensations built to an unbearable crescendo. She tried to resist, to hold back the rising wave of her own impending orgasm, but it was a futile battle. When Mr. Owl suddenly rolled her swollen, sensitive clit with his thumb, her dam burst.

"Aaahh! Noooo..." she wailed, her voice cracking as her entire body convulsed. Waves of shattering, drug-fueled ecstasy crashed over her, her pussy fluttering wildly around the unyielding bottle. "It's too much... Ooohh, God, it feels so good...!"

The men erupted in raucous laughter, their cruel triumph echoing across the open rooftop as they reveled in YooA's complete and utter surrender.

Still in a dazed, drug-hazed state, YooA felt the wine bottle abruptly pulled from her sensitive pussy with a ‘pop’. Before she could react, Mr. Bear roughly seized a handful of her hair, yanking her forward and down onto her knees in front of the couch.

The other masked men had already freed their throbbing, rigid cocks, lining up before the helpless idol. Mr. Rabbit, who had already been on the edge, shoved his shaft straight into YooA's open, gasping mouth.

"Ungh, fuck yeah!" he groaned, bucking his hips to bury himself deep in her throat.

YooA gagged and choked around his intrusion, her makeup streaming down her face as he ruthlessly face-fucked her. On either side, Mr. Fox and Mr. Owl grabbed her hands, guiding them to wrap around their own straining cocks.

"That's it, jerk us off, baby," Mr. Fox snarled, his hips jerking as she stroked him. "Show us what those pretty hands can do."

YooA moaned in despair, her entire being flooded with shame at her helplessness but her treacherous drugged body craved the overwhelming sensations, and she found herself involuntarily pleasuring the depraved men surrounding her.

Mr. Rabbit let out a hoarse roar as his climax overtook him, his hips stuttering as he unloaded a thick torrent of cum directly down YooA's throat. The stunned idol gagged and choked, but the ecstatic man held her head in place, forcing her to swallow every last drop.

"You filthy slut, drink it all down!" he ordered, finally pulling his cockfree with a wet 'pop.'

Beside her, Mr. Fox and Mr. Owl let out twin groans, their faces contorting in bliss as they coated YooA's delicate features with their pent-up release. Thick ropes of pearly white cum splattered across her flushed cheeks, dripping down her chin and nose.

Despite her revulsion, YooA found herself oddly aroused. The aphrodisiac still coursing through her veins had her body aching to be used and defiled. Almost without thinking, she slowly licked her lips, desperately trying to lap up the men's fresh seed.

“You love the taste, don't you?" Mr. Owl chuckled, tracing a finger through the cum on her cheek and pushing it into her eager mouth. "What a depraved whore you are."

YooA moaned around his digit, sucking it clean as her hazy gaze silently begged for more of their degrading attention.

"Well now, it seems our doll is ready for the main event," Mr. Snake who had been chilling since earlier rose from the couch. With a wave of his hand, the others seized YooA, hoisting her up onto the table at the center of the group.

The cool polished surface kissed her bare skin as the men spread her legs in a wide, lewd stance. YooA whimpered, fresh tears stinging her eyes as she took in the sight of the men lining up before her, their thick cocks jutting out in unabashed lust.

Mr. Bear stepped up first, his massive member twitching in anticipation. Grabbing YooA's thighs, he leaned in until the swollen head of his cock brushed against her sopping entrance.

"Look at how desperate your pussy is," dragging his length through her slick folds before abruptly plunging himself fully inside with one savage thrust.

YooA's mouth fell open in a silent scream of mingled pain and illicit pleasure. Mr. Bear set a rapid pace, his huge cock filling and stretching her so completely.

Meanwhile, Mr. Rabbit clambered up onto the table, straddling YooA's face. "Open up, slut," he commanded, smearing the glistening head of his cock across her gasping lips.

With no other choice, YooA obeyed, her throat constricting as Rabbit fed his thick length into her mouth. Above her, the musty scent of his crotch flooded her senses, making her head spin.

The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and the men's grunts of exertion filled the air as YooA was ruthlessly pounded from both ends. A shamed part of her reveled in being used as their depraved cock sleeve.

Suddenly, Mr. Bear threw back his head, letting loose a feral roar. His cock swelled within YooA's walls, giving her womb a thick, scalding creampie as he reached his rapturous peak.

Even as his climax tapered off, he continued to grind into the battered idol, until at last he pulled free with an obscene popping sound.

"Who's next for her greedy tight holes?" the hulking man grinned, patting YooA's cum-soaked pussy.

Without waiting for an answer, Mr. Snake took Mr. Bear's place, immediately pounding her deep and hard.

"Mmmpphh!!" YooA protested, her words dissolving into a gargled whimper as Mr. Rabbit's thick length invaded her throat. He seized a fistful of her hair, using it as a handle to roughly fuck her face.

Each punishing thrust drove his cock deeper, the bulbous head visibly distending the tender column of YooA's neck. She gagged and choked around the intrusion, drool and pre-cum leaking from the corners of her stretched lips.

"Oh fuck yeah," Rabbit groaned, his tempo increasing to a brutal, piston-like rhythm. On either side, Mr. Owl and Mr. Fox seized YooA's hands, guiding her fingers around their stiffening shafts.

The lewd sound of Rabbit's sac slapping against YooA's chin mingled with the wet squelches of Mr. Snake's hips smacking into her womb. Tears streamed from the idol's eyes as she struggled for air between Rabbit's thrusts.

Each time Mr. Rabbit bottomed out, his cock buried to the root, a faint bulge could be seen traveling up the taut flesh of YooA's abdomen. Her abused folds were a mess of stretched and frayed petals, soaked in a mixture of her feminine juices and the copious seed pumped into her by the men.

Yet through the pain and degradation, a part of YooA's traitorous body still craved sensation. Her raw, aching clit throbbed hotly, as if begging for attention.

Mr. Snake relished the sight of YooA's tormented, cock-stuffed face, gleefully adding to her violation. As he savagely pummeled her spasming cunt, he reached down with his free hand, locating her swollen, pulsing pearl.

He roughly pinched the sensitive bud between his fingers. "You may hate what we're doing, but your slut of a body loves being used as a fucktoy!"

YooA's muffled wails of protest dissolved into a strangled cry of masochistic ecstasy as Mr. Snake rolled and tugged at her clit in time with his ferocious thrusts. Her slick canal clenched and fluttered wantonly around his invading cock.

On her face, Mr. Rabbit redoubled his brutal face-fucking, slamming his entire length down her throat again and again. YooA's eyes rolled back, her petite frame wracked with convulsions as her first explosive orgasm crashed over her.

Cunt juices gushed from her abused hole, drenching Mr. Snake's pistoning cock and puddling on the table beneath her. The sensations were so intense, so all-consuming that YooA nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

Her scream of release was muffled by Rabbit's cock, but it only seemed to spur the men on further. Mr. Owl and Mr. Fox rapidly stroked their cocks with YooA's limp hands, their shafts now achingly hard and ready to ravage her well-used cunt next.

As soon as Mr. Snake pulled free, they eagerly lined up on either side of the quivering idol's hips, their cockheads smearing through the mess of her femcum and Mr. Snake’s still-oozing seed.

Mr. Rabbit unleashed a satisfied scream, yanking YooA's hair with force as his climax arrived. His cock swelled and pulsed, blasting thick ropes of hot jism straight down the poor idol's rawly abused throat.

YooA squirmed and thrashed, nearly choking on the copious load flooding her mouth and nasal passages before Rabbit finally relented, pulling free. The stunned woman collapsed back onto the table, gasping as Rabbit's seed spilled from her gaping lips.

Wasting no time, Mr. Fox immediately seized his opportunity. He clambered up onto the table, not even giving YooA a chance to catch her breath before shoving his rigid length past her gasping lips.

"Gggkkk!" she gurgled, frantically pushing against his thighs as his cock burrowed into her throat.

Mr. Fox grinned wickedly, basking in the delicious sight and sensation of her struggles. Meanwhile, Mr. Owl stepped between YooA's trembling legs. Leaning forward, he rammed his cock to the base inside her abused, cum-drenched cunt.

YooA bucked and wailed around Fox's invading cock, her body quaking with unwanted ecstasy.

Not satisfied with her muffled protests, Mr. Owl snatched YooA's wrists, using her arms as levers to drive deeper into her velvet sheath on each thrust. The table beneath them shook and creaked from the pressure.

Mr. Fox matched Owl's brutal rhythm, jackhammering his rigid length into YooA's throat while his hands closed around her heaving breasts. With a few sharp tugs, the flimsy fabric of her dress gave way, exposing her firm tits.

Above her, Mr. Owl leered down, savoring the sight of their helpless little doll getting ruthlessly spit-roasted. There was no tenderness in their touches, only savage hunger being slaked by their violation of the degraded idol.

On the sidelines, Mr. Snake, Mr. Bear, and Mr. Rabbit looked on with smug joy, leisurely drinking beers and stroking their thickening cocks as they prepared for another round with YooA's battered form.

"Fuck, look at that slut getting the dicking she deserves," Mr. Snake sneered, giving his cock a few hard strokes. "These idols act so prim and innocent on stage, but they're all just cockcraving cumdumps underneath."

"This cheap piece of pussy won't even remember her own name by the time we're done with her," Mr. Bear grinned, downing another gulp of wine.

In the center of their lascivious attentions, YooA could only whimper and twitch as Mr. Owl bottomed out, giving one final thrust to bury his twitching cock as deep as it would go. With a growl, he emptied his load into her convulsing cunt.

The stunning idol's back arched, her glazed eyes rolling back as the hot torrent of cum flooding her already-stuffed womb triggered an intense climax. Her slender thighs trembled uncontrollably, her hands weakly clutching at the table beneath her.

At the same time, Mr. Fox grunted, slamming his balls on her nose and letting his own thick ropes of cum plaster YooA's tongue and throat. Her body heaving with sobs, she had no choice but to swallow the acrid offering, thick strands leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Once they'd drained the last spurts from their cocks, Mr. Fox and Mr. Owl pulled out, chuckling at the wrecked state they'd left the once proud idol in. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her smooth skin glazed with sweat. Both holes leaked a steady trickle of their combined spend.

Yet as she lay there, mewling and twitching from the overstimulation, her lust-addled body betrayed her anew as the men's hungry gazes roved over her trembling form. Their arousal was clear in the renewed stiffness of their cocks, YooA's degradation only stoking the fires of their insatiable debauchery.

The savage men weren't even close to satiating their debased hunger for YooA's broken body. With rough hands, they hauled her up from the table, dragging the limp idol over to the nearby sofa.

She offered no resistance, too overwhelmed by the sickening mixture of humiliation and unwanted ecstasy pulsing through her veins. Leering smiles creased their lust-twisted features as they shoved YooA face-down over the sofa's arm, leaving her ass lewdly presented in the air.

"Stay just like that, you worthless fuckpig," Mr. Fox barked, sinking one foot atop the back of YooA's head to grind her pretty face into the cushions.

Mr. Bear and Mr. Rabbit seized her wrists, wrenching her slender arms straight back in a brutal parody of the spreadeagle position. Helpless, YooA jerked as the remnants of her tattered dress were ripped away, leaving her nude body completely on display.

SMACK! SMACK!

Stinging slaps blossomed color across her already-reddened ass cheeks as one of the men reared back to spank and spread her trembling rump. YooA cried out, her voice muffled against the sofa, her muscles tensing.

"Better keep her steady, boys," Mr. Snake chuckled, dribbling a line of thick lube down the crease bisecting YooA's ass toward her tight, puckered sphincter. "This little anal slut's gonna be thrashing like a bronco once I get my cock up that tight back door."

With an anticipatory grin, he gave his achingly stiff cock a few more lube-slick strokes before lining the bulbous head up against YooA's rear entrance. Without any further preamble, he gripped her hips and slowly leaned his weight forward, steadily breaching and widening her for the harsh sodomy to come.

"Hhnngghh!!" The strangled cry was torn from YooA's lips, muffled against the couch cushions beneath her face.

Mr. Snake's thick cock stretched her virgin sphincter unbearably wide, each agonizing inch spearing deeper into her unutilized back passage. She squirmed and thrashed against the men's restraining grips, the sinister laughs surrounding her only driving home her utter helplessness.

"Aww, what's the matter, slut?" sneered Mr. Rabbit from where he pinned one of YooA's arms. "I thought you idol whores were used to taking it up the ass from your sugar daddies."

"She's so goddamn tight!" grunted Snake through gritted teeth as he bottomed out, his pelvis smacking loudly against YooA's quivering asscheeks. "Fuck, this needy tight asshole is just begging to be ruined!"

He pulled back slightly, savoring the feverish clench of her rubbery ring before slamming his hips forward again, jackhammering YooA's unprepared rear with frenzied rabbit thrusts.

Each vicious stroke drew a pained weeping, her face contorting in a rictus of torment that only seemed to inflame the men's sadistic urges further.

"Look at this bitch's face!" Bear cackled, wrenching YooA's neck back by the hair to expose her agonized expression to their lewd gazes. "She looks like she might actually cry!"

"Then give the whore something to really sob about," Fox growled, forcing his spit-slick cock past YooA's swollen, parted lips to gag her howls of distress once more.

Her lashes fluttered and mascara streamed from the corners of her eyes, decorating her rouged cheeks with blackened rivulets of overflowing tears. Yet there was no mercy to be found in Snake's vicious rutting, nor any escape from the renewed degradation being forced upon her by Fox's fat dick pistoning in and out of her throat.

YooA's entire body kept quivering, her tortured hole spasming around Mr. Snake's relentlessly pistoning cock until he slammed himself fully in. Ropes of fresh thick cum erupted from his twitching cock, flooding her ruined bowels with degrading spurts.

"Hnngghh!!" Snake groaned, his fingertips digging deep into the flesh of YooA's hips as he emptied his harrowing load.

At the same time, Mr. Fox grinned and seized her disheveled brown hair in his fist before burying himself to the root. Another debased grunt, then the battered idol's mouth was filled with his rank, salty spend.

"Gkkhkk!!" she choked and gurgled, stringy ropes of Fox's ejaculate splattering over her tongue and cheeks until his orgasm subsided. She swallowed forcefully, her features glazed with a sheen of perspiration and streaked with mascara-stained tears.

Mr. Snake finally pulled free with a slick pop, leaving YooA's violated pucker gaping, the pearly ring stretched and swollen around the lewd cream pie slowly leaking from her abused chute.

No longer needing to keep her steady, Bear and Rabbit released her arms, allowing her body to go limp. But there was no respite for the broken woman.

"Up you go, fuckdoll," Mr. Bear growled, hauling YooA up by her waist and throwing her shuddering form down atop the couch once more, on all fours. He wasted no time in mounting behind her, his thick cock spearing into her freshly-reamed asshole with one brutal thrust.

"AAAIIIEEE!!" The shriek tore from YooA's raw throat as Mr. Bear hammered her with savage abandon, his palm cracking off her ass cheeks. Yet it was quickly muffled as Mr. Owl seized her by the hair, wrenching her face back to glare into his smirking visage.

"You want the juicy sponsorships, don't you slut?" he sneered, slapping his cock across her gasping lips. "Let's hear you fucking beg for them then.”

YooA's eyes rolled back, nearly catatonic from the degradation and mind-shattering sensations racking her abused form. But coherent words still managed to gurgle past her drool-slicked lips between Mr. Owl's facefucking strokes.

"P...Please... give me... your... sponsorsh-shipsss, s-sirs!" she whimpered subserviently between gags. "I'll d-do... anything!"

Mr. Rabbit snickered, palming his rock-hard cock as he dropped down onto the couch beneath YooA's swaying hips, aligning his cock beneath her cum-dribbling pussy.

"Like taking my thick cock into this loose, fucked-out hole, bitch?" he taunted, punctuating each crude word with a hard slap of his shaft across her splayed pussy lips. "Beg me for my fucking cum, you desperate cumslut!"

"P-Please... gkkkhh!!" YooA's desperate plea was immediately cut off as Mr. Owl shoved his thick cock between her lips, using her momentary vocalization as an excuse to gag her airway with his girth.

Her eyes bulged, spit and drool streaming down her chin as he face-fucked her roughly. Yet still she persisted, her words garbled and barely intelligible around the vicious throat-strokes.

"I... n-need... hnrrghh... your cummm!! G-give it... gkk... to meee!!"

Beneath her, Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear snapped with twisted amusement at her degrading submission. In one harsh thrust, Rabbit buried his entire cock inside YooA's sloppy, cum-drenched cunt, her raw flesh offering barely any resistance.

At the same instant, Bear doubled down on ravaging her thoroughly ruined asshole, his hips smacking loudly against her reddened cheeks on each stroke. The dual intrusions stretched YooA's petite frame cruelly taut, impaled by rampant cocks brutally spitting her worn holes.

"Keep begging, bitch!" Mr. Rabbit jeered, his heavy sac swinging to slap against YooA's swollen outer lips. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to arc her spine even more severely.

The new angle allowed him to jackhammer up into her abused quim with merciless force, his cock stretching her tender canal as it sought ever deeper purchase with each shaprp pounding.

Mr. Bear matched his counterpart's ferocious rhythm, battering YooA's defenseless ass just as viciously as his pelvis audibly slap against her ass cheeks. Their girthy cocks pummeled in tandem, turning the sobbing woman into a thoroughly defiled cock-sleeve uselessly whimpering around Mr. Owl's spit-soaked dick.

"Sh-Shponshorsss... hunghhh... pleashshhh... GHHKK!!" YooA gurgled and drooled around Owl's skull-fucking thrusts, barely able to form coherent words. Yet perversely, with each desperate utterance, the men's pace only quickened, driving her body into a quivering frenzy.

YooA's eyes rolled back, her pummeled throat spasming around Mr. Owl's cock as he unleashed his virulent load. Thick, acrid cords of cum blasted over her lolling tongue, the volume so excessive she could do little but let it slather over her lips and stream down her chin

“The fuck are you doing?! Swallow it all.” Mr. Owl shouted angrily, his fingers digging into YooA's scalp as he pumped her mouth full of his waste.

Despite his vicious demand, the poor woman was utterly choked, simply allowing the foul load to drip and dribble from her stretched lips as her beaten frame was wracked with involuntary convulsions.

"Grrrkkk... unnghh... more... need... moreeee..." she rasped mindlessly around the soupy mess clogging her throat, her cunt and ass somehow still hungrily milking for more seed deep inside.

And her degraded wish was soon granted, as Mr. Rabbit felt his climax nearing its peak between the vice-like clenches of her pussy.

"Fuck, this needy tight pussy is gonna wring the soul outta my cock!" He piston-slamming into the sloppy mess of YooA's ravaged sex.

Each thrust drove a fresh gout of the previous loads' cum out in a frothy, splattery spray, only to slurp back inside with the next invading slide. Mr. Rabbit could feel the swollen flesh of her over-abused walls still desperately rippling around him, foolishly craving his defiling seed.

"Aiiieeee!! Oh god! G-gonna get... knocked up... by t-these awfulll cockksss!!" YooA shrieked with delirium, her face a mess of smeared make-up and sticky ejaculate hanging in weeping gobs from her chin.

Without warning, Mr. Rabbit erupted, blasting scalding strings of cum directly against her cervix. At nearly the same instant, Mr. Bear arched his back with a roar of release, painting the woman's rectum an equal shade of obscene alabaster.

YooA screamed and thrashed through her brutal dual creampie, her distended lower abdomen rippling visibly as they used her like a mere cum receptacle.

As Mr. Bear and Mr. Rabbit withdrew their cocks from YooA's filled holes with wet pops, allowing thick runnels of their acrid cream to immediately gush from her gaping, ruined openings to the floor.

Mr. Rabbit huffed,"Get this worthless sow off the couch," shoving YooA's cum-glazed form with his knee until she tumbled limply to the carpet.

The woman idol barely move, her muscles twitching uselessly as her broken mind swam in a haze of degradation and bliss. But there was no pause to be had.

In an instant Mr. Snake was on her, seizing YooA's matted hair in his fist, using it to haul her body up until she was trembling on boneless legs, shoulders hunched and torso leaning shakily against the couch.

With a single thrust, Snake slammed his thick cock fully into her thoroughly gaped asshole once more.

“Oughhh!!" YooA shrieked, the harsh re-entry into her sensitive bowels like a lightning bolt of ecstasy-tinged pain. But her cry was cut off as Mr. Fox stepped around in front of her, gripping her jaw in his hands.

"You love getting fucked like a cheap whore now, don't you bitch?" Fox asked with cruel amusement and slapped YooA's flushed cheek, leaving an angry red welt. "Shit, you're leaking like a faucet. I bet this loose pussy needs another big load.”

Choking her briefly until stars burst in YooA's vision, Mr. Fox then grasped the underside of her thighs and hoisted her legs apart, easily sliding his rock-hard cock into the frothy, cum-drenched mess of her cunt.

"Mmfff... yessshh... fffuckkk... mooore... cummm..." the woman slurred drunkenly, half-delirious from the shattering violation. Her body was utterly suspended between Mr. Snake and Mr. Fox's rutting motions, yanked back-and-forth while ruthlessly bounced on their piercing cocks.

The sounds of their flesh smacking together mingled with YooA's ecstasy-pained moans and the men's contemptuous laughter in a symphony of pure debasement. And not a single shred of her dignity remained.

The two animals sandwiched YooA between them, showing zero mercy as they brutally used her body as a human fuck-doll. Their thrusts jackhammered her stretched figure in opposite directions, turning her into a ragdoll pinned on their dueling cocks.

"Ghhkkk!! Too... b-big!! Hurtsss!! So good!!" The sobbing idol gurgled, her skull lolling as Mr. Snake's fat girth pummeled the deepest confines of her bowels with harsh strokes that seemed to split her in two.

Her sphincter was a wide, gaping circle of swollen flesh uselessly fluttering around the invasion stretching it unnaturally agape.

His pelvis smacked loudly against YooA's cherry-red asscheeks, adding more angry welts and discoloration to the map of her abject suffering. Perversely, the crescendos of searing pain wracking her backside were punctuated by shudders of ecstasy as her ass was so ruthlessly plowed.

Mr. Fox matched his friend’s depraved rhythm, driving upwards to impale YooA on his cock with just as much uncaring force. Her hammered pussy has become a sloppy, cum-drenched mess of overstuffed folds, the juices of her violations squelching audibly as Fox rutted into her.

"Yeah, you hear how fucking wet this whore's cunt is?" Mr. Fox emphasized his vulgarity with a series of sharp slaps across YooA's jiggling boobs. "She's practically pissing femcum at the thought of getting pumped full of more jizz!”

Beneath them, a lurid puddle of their combined fluid was slowly spreading, expelled from YooA's reddened, distended holes with each cruel penetration.

"Mmmnn... c-cummm... leaking outtbb... stopphhh!!" she pleaded through the haze of delirious elation, only to be silenced as Mr. Snake seized a fistful of her hair and wrenched her neck back painfully. The brute force only allowed him to plunge with even more vicious depth.

"Grrnnghhh... gonna coreload this cockwhore proper!" Mr. Snake hissed, sweat beading his brow while the thick veins along his turgid cock throbbed visibly with each inhumanly powerful stroke. "Right up that slutty fucking babyhole!”

YooA's nails dug deep crescents into the straining muscles of Mr. Fox's shoulders as the dual pistoning drove her over the edge. She wailed like a woman possessed, thrown mercilessly into the throes of a shattering climax that shook her very core.

"Harder... h-harder! I'm... I'MMMMGGHHNNNFFFF!!" The words dissolved into a bestial cry that rang through the room, her arched spine bending near its breaking point as her high peaked.

Both her holes clenched with convulsive, rippling spasms around the sadistic cocks defiling her - clenched as if her very life depended on milking them for their fresh, degrading seed.

And the two men were all too happy to oblige, sneering with twisted satisfaction as they felt her holes tighten around them. Mr. Snake wrapped his bulging arms crushingly tight around YooA's midriff, holding her helplessly impaled.

Mr. Fox, meanwhile, dug his claws deep into the soft flesh beneath YooA's quivering thighs, lifting and spreading her stiffened lower body wide as he prepared to unload his batter as deep as it would go.

"Take the fucking breeding you wanted so bad, you sloppy whore!" Me. Fox spat, arching his back as he pulled the shrieking woman down atop him with one conclusive, punishing thrust.

At the same time, Mr. Snake unleashed a throaty groan of delight, burying his cock fully inside YooA's bowels before flooding them with new layers of warm cum. His load churned and sloshed inside her heaving abdomen as he emptied his heavy balls.

The violated idol's eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible in her skull. Drool and mascara-tinted streaks of ejaculate trailed down her gaping maw in an unsightly mess as she was overwhelmed one final time, her wits shattered beyond repair.

When at last they'd drained their final spurts into her well-used, cum-stuffed form, the men simply let go, letting YooA collapse to the couch in a boneless, twitching heap. Thick runnels of their spend immediately began dribbling from her ruined, gaping holes to pool beneath her limp thighs.

"Damn, I think we finally broke this celebrity slut properly," laughed Mr. Bear with satisfaction, reaching down to shove the sticky strands of cum oozing from YooA's entrance with his fingertips and rubbing her swollen red clit with it.

"I could go for another round though - who wants sloppy thirds on this greedy broken cocksleeve?" Asked Mr. Owl, excited.

"Shit, I think we're well past sloppy thirds at this point," Mr. Rabbit chuckled, eyeing YooA's glistening form with a mixture of smug satisfaction and lingering lust. "That fucktoy's pretty much been run through the entire gangbang gauntlet."

He sighed heavily, already tucking himself back into his trousers with deft fingers. "As much as I'd kill to go another few rounds on that perfectly trained idol pussy, I've got to dip out. Got an overseas deal going down tonight that needs my attention."

A series of agreement followed from Mr. Snake and Mr. Fox as they too began redressing, putting on their suits and slacks with casual nonchalance. As enticing as the thought of further violating their celebrity cumdump was, business matters ultimately took priority.

"Yeah, that Taiwanese shit isn't gonna take care of itself," Mr. Snake grunted, smoothing back his sweat-damp hair. "Plus, the night's still young - no reason we can't find some fresh fuckmeat once we're done working."

The three men shared a round of dark, rumbling laughter at the thought, utterly unmoved by YooA's unconscious, abused, and decidedly well-used state now adorning the soiled sofa cushions.

With a few parting leers and crude gestures, each bent down to unceremoniously snap a few close-up photos of her swollen holes still dribbling their copious loads, as well as her debauched features.

Mr. Snake smirked as he tucked his phone away. "Don't forget to end the recording properly once you two are done, and send us copies," he reminded Mr. Bear and Mr. Owl, the only ones remaining behind. "I want crispy 4K footage of tonight's A-List celebrity whore.”

Bear and Owl both smirked in response, their attention turning toward the discreetly-mounted video camera in the corner of the opulent penthouse suite.

They'd been so caught up in the raucous, heated depravity, the fact that every lecherous act had been meticulously captured for their private collections had momentarily slipped their minds.

With a conspiratorial nod, Bear grabbed YooA's limp wrist, slowly guiding her arm up until her swaying fingertips were aimed directly at the camera lens like the world's most sordid puppet display.

Bear grinned at Owl, his grip tightening around YooA's wrist to make her fingers waggle towards the camera.

The lens captured every lurid detail of her totally degraded state - from the disheveled chestnut tresses matted with sweat and cum, to the utter violence enacted upon her once-pristine holes now gaping and seeded full to brimming.

"This little whore isn't going to wake up for a long while after the utter fucking we gave her," Mr. Bear mused, his free hand pawing at YooA's boobs, streaked with inflamed welt marks and rapidly-blooming bruises.

"Just think when she finally comes to, she will have scored that coveted sponsorship deal she was begging for. But at what cost? This is gonna be hilarious.” Mr. Owl laughed loudly, wrenching YooA's head upright by her hair so the camera could take in her euphoric yet harrowed expression.

"Well, in her line of 'work', being an absolute fuckpig on the casting couch is basically a prerequisite," Mr. Owl sneered, giving YooA's tits a few harsh, stinging slaps to watch the flesh ripple.

The two men guffawed as if sharing some long-standing inside joke, all the while manipulating YooA's insensate puppet form to give the camera a final, unambiguous view between her legs.

"Well, I'd say our work here is done...for now," Mr. Bear punctuating that ambiguous remark by sliding two fingers into YooA's sloppy slit and stirring them in a spiral. The idol offered zero reaction, though a few fresh gouts of jism immediately trickled free from her overstuffed crevices.

"Atta girl. Keep dribbling out those sponsorship loads like a good cumdump," he cooed tauntingly, turning his twisted smile back towards the camera lens. "We'll make sure to give this little dickprincess the launchpad to true fame after putting her through a few more 'auditions' over the next few days and nights."

As the two men threw back their heads with harsh, victorious bouts of laughter, the recording feed flickered to an abrupt, unsettling black, leaving YooA's ultimate fate as a broken starlet a mystery to the outside world.

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feelbokkie · 7 months

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Let’s Fall in Love, IRL | Masterlist

pairing: Jisung x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

status: completed

word count: 24K+

screenshot count: 324

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

Parts:

The Kids Will Be Alright (Mini Prequel Series)

Profiles & extras: the vips | whorphans + y/nnie | playlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 (fin)

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eightmakesonebraincell · 11 months

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[fic rec mlist] ot8 x reader | multi x reader

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both sfw and nsfw fics are included. minors please dni with nsfw fics and respect the age restrictions put into place by the writers (suggestive, smut, and trigger warnings are highlighted in red)

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into the aurora | @honeyhotteoks 🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: idol!ateez x non-idol!reader, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 35/35 chapters [completed] - 208.6k

you didn’t expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.

murphy's law | @atzfilm

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: alien!ateez, soulmate au, angst, fluff, smut, trigger warnings

length: 5/5 chapters [completed] - 98k

according to murphy’s law, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. black holes circle each other until they collide and merge, a cataclysm so fierce, sends ripples soaring through the fabric, crossing thousands of kilometers within a fraction of a second, leaving behind a wave on the space-time continuum. that’s the simplest way you can describe meeting him. and yet, even that is an understatement.

dewdrops at dawn | @sunmoonjune 🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: demon!au, fluff, angst, heavy suggestive content, trigger warnings

length: oneshot - 17.2k

you’ve never really believed in angels, or anything of the sort, but in a last ditch effort to escape a grave situation – you find yourself to praying for someone - anyone - to come help you. “wow, you would not believe how fast angels are! I had to fight like six of them to answer your call!”

oh my *** | @ohmyamor

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: guardian angel!au, fluff, angst, comfort, near death experiences

length: oneshot - 10.2k

everyone supposedly has a guardian angel, one that’s tasked to always keep their human out of trouble and on the right path of life. but you don’t just have one, you have...eight?!

like the moon | @sunmoonjune 🩶🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, heavy themes, trigger warnings

length: 17/? chapters [ongoing] - 160k

it’s finally the day of your trial. you’ve been waiting for this day for years. will you succeed and become a warrior your clan can finally be proud of? or will you fail, and be banished from the village forever?

the rainbow thief | @bluehwale

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: demigods!ateez, fluff, crack, angst

length: 2/3 chapters [indefinite hiatus] - 5.1k

camp half blood introduces you to a new life — new routines, a goddess as a mom, siblings you've only recently knew about, and of course, the eight friends (or lovers?) you made along the way.

first flight to hongkong | @byuntrash101

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: flight attendant!reader, smut

length: oneshot - 18.3k

yes, you’re suprised when your company offers you a vacant spot in the vip crew. but “surprised” doesn’t cut it when you discover what kind of service your company provides the vips

front row angel au | @bobateastay

pairing: ot8 x reader, some parts ot8-focused

genre: emo rock band!ateez x fangirl!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, trigger warnings

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[new chapter added] misfits | @tainsan

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: college!au, fluff, angst, smut

length: 13/? chapters [ongoing] - 113.3k

when your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, ateez. you’ve heard rumours after rumours about the eight males who are as cold as ice, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know. when they offer you a place to live after your housing is destroyed by a fire, you end up finding out dark secrets that have been hidden for years.

without a trace | @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l 🩶

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: vigilante!au, action, angst, slight crack, heavy themes

length: 11/11 chapters + 10/10 podcast transcripts [completed] - 98.6k

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pirate king | @chaseatinydream 🩶

pairing: hongjoong x reader, wooyoung x reader

genre: pirate!au, fantasy, romance

length: 90/90 chapters [completed] - 251.8k

life as an amnesiac on board a pirate ship ruled by the one and only pirate king doesn’t seem very promising, but hey, anything’s better than becoming shark food.

this night together | @honeyhotteoks 🩶

pairing: yunho x mingi x reader, ft. seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

genre: a/b/o/omegaverse, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

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not all that glitters is gold | @the7thcrow

pairing: seonghwa x san x wooyoung x reader

genre: action, adventure, fantasy, romance, angst, fluff, suggestive

length: 11/? chapters [ongoing] - 146.4k

as a princess fleeing a royal assassination attempt, you have no choice but to put your trust in a band of three thieves in order to reach the kingdom of kuroku alive. however, amongst magic, deceit, and the bounty hunters that are hot on your trail, you realize that you might have stumbled upon a relationship far more complicated than what meets the eye.

making wishes | @hwaightme

pairing: seonghwa x wooyoung x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship to poly, smut

length: oneshot - 7.0k

making wishes on shooting stars, on burning candles, you wanted one thing to come true. seonghwa and wooyoung are more than willing to celebrate the birthday girl.

outlaw miniseries | @hongism

pairing: yunho x jongho x reader (part iii), san x wooyoung x reader (part vi - coming soon)

genre: outlaw!ateez, dystopian futurism, lore, angst, fluff, smut

length: 3/6 standalone parts [ongoing] - 14.8k

(part iii) ‘two for the price of one!’ the sign outside the shop had read, and well, you’ve never been one to pass up on a good deal.

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we ransacked the city | @tenelkadjowrites

pairing: hongjoong x seonghwa x reader

genre: richsnobs!hongjoong and seonghwa, badgirl!reader, angst, smut

length: 5/5 chapters [completed] - 31.4k

five years ago, torn between losing your wealth or remaining friends with hongjoong and seonghwa, you chose money. working on leaving your life of bad behaviour behind you, your days are now spent obeying your parents and playing the good girl in order to keep your inheritance. but when hongjoong and seonghwa suddenly return, everything is thrown upside down…and old habits die hard.

letters to a ruined king | @setsugekka (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

pairing: hongjoong x reader, seonghwa x reader, yunho x reader, san x reader

genre: pirate!au, royalty!au, fantasy, romance, action, angst, smut

length: 20/20 chapters [completed] - 150.8k

if there’s one thing you remember as a mantra from growing up in a street thief guild, it’s ‘trust no one but your own, don’t get wrapped up with the wrong crowd.’ unfortunately, these seven pirates and their irate captain have left you with little choice.

as the world caves in (to eden) | @atzfilm (nb: links to ao3 as fic is no longer available on tumblr. author permission to share received)

pairing: hongjoong x reader, san x reader, wooyoung x reader, ? x reader

genre: apocalypse!au, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 11/? chapters [hiatus] - 55.2k

a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well.

better than me? | @beahae

pairing: san x reader, ft. seonghwa x yunho x wooyoung x reader

genre: bf!san x reader x bf's best friends!seonghwa yunho wooyoung, smut

length: twoshot - 10.4k

it’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, san’s, good friends. he’s even in on it. but one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before.

last updated: 01 april 2024

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sturniozo · 4 months

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Savage Love Part Seven

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

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“It was nice, he was a gentleman, I think I’m his girlfriend now, and-“

“Woah woah woah.” Emma interrupts me. “You’re his girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, actually I think he believed Ive been his girlfriend for a while.” I laugh softly.

“How? Why?”

“I’m not sure, this is confusing to me too.”

“I bet it has something to do with what happened that night. Did you find anything out?”

“No, he doesn’t talk much. He mostly asked me questions about my life and interests, and dodged almost all of my questions about him.”

“Did you learn anything new?”

“He’s too indecisive to pick a favorite color.” I laugh. “But honestly no, he’s too reserved. I did find out he lives with his brothers somewhere in New York. Somewhere close to the restaurant we ate at. His brother called him and asked him when he’d be home near the end of the night, and Matt told him it would only be around 10 minutes.”

“Well that’s something.” Emma says and she looks through the notes. “But so far, what we have is close to nothing!”

I sigh. “I know. But I still have almost three weeks left, that’s plenty of time to find more.”

“I guess. But with the rate you’re going I don’t think you’ll get actual confirmation on his status in the Mafia by the end of your deadline.”

I groan and lean back on the bed. “I don’t know what to do.”

Emma lays down next to me. “I can tell you what I would do.”

I turn to her. “What’s that?”

“Party.” She smiles and gets up from the bed. She walks to her closet and starts digging around the clothes while I sit up.

“Isn’t partying what got me into this situation in the first place?” I laugh.

“Don’t drink so much this time.” Emma replies and throws me clothes from her closet. “Put that on.” She tells me and goes back to digging through her closet.

“I can’t party.”

Emma laughs. “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel like it. I don’t enjoy it.”

“You don’t enjoy anything!” She whines. She looks at me with a pout. “Come on, please?”

I sigh. “Fine whatever. Where are we going?”

Emma looks at me with a bright smile. “Baxter’s new club on third.”

“That was all gibberish to me.” I laugh.

“Just put that outfit on and let’s go!”

I get up from the bed, picking up the outfit and raising my hands in defeat. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” I say as I walk to the bathroom.

I get dressed in the outfit, fishnets and short black shorts, with a white tank top. I walk out of the bathroom and look at Emma.

“God you’re gorgeous.” She says. “I’m almost jealous of Matt.” She giggles and walks to the bathroom to get dressed herself. She comes back out a moment later in a short tight black dress that has an open back.

“Trust me, you have nothing to be jealous of.” I say as I see her in her dress. Emma has always been the pretty one. Whenever we went out together guys would pay more attention to her, even in high school the guys flocked to her. I was just her little friend that had nothing compared to her.

Emma smiles at me and grabs my hand. She quickly pulls me out of the room and to the front room of her penthouse. We put on our shoes, her in heels and I in platform combat boots, and then she rushes me out the door and to the elevator.

Once we arrive at the club Emma has chosen for tonight’s endeavor, she pulls me through the crown of people to the front of the line.

“Emma Hastings plus guest.” She says to the bouncer. He glances at the list and then steps to the side to let us in.

You might find it surprising how often Emma can just get into clubs and bars, but that’s how it’s been for years. Emma has multiple fake IDs, some she made for me without me knowing though I don’t use them. She knows all the club owners and party hosts in New York, and a big part of her job as a journalist involves her in these clubs, mingling with VIPS. So she became a VIP herself.

No ones caught on to Emma’s act though, some have had suspicions, but nothing that can be proven. Emma, like me, publishes her articles under a pseudonym. A false name that takes the blame for all of the secrets Emma has shared with the world.

Some might think it would be easy to figure out it’s her spilling all these secrets, but Emma can cover her tracks well. And no one really reads our paper. That’s the bigger part of it I guess.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Emma shouts over the loud music and talking drunk people. Suddenly I’m yanked by her through the people to the bar.

“Please, I don’t want to drink tonight!” I say to her but she waves me off.

“Two rum and cokes.” She says to the bartender. I shake my head.

“I’m not drinking!” I say to her again. She brushes me off and hands me the drink.

“You’ll feel better if you drink!” She shouts.

“I don’t need to feel better.” I set the drink down on the bar. I turn to walk away and try to weave my way through all the people to find something to eat. Clubs like this always have some type of snack or appetizer.

People dancing around gets slimmer and slimmer as I make my way to a different room. It’s more well lit with a red shaded light. I finally am able to walk freely and find a person carrying a platter of veggie wraps.

I immediately grab a few to eat and smile at the girl holding the tray. I remember when I was in high school I had a job much like hers, serving appetizers on platters at party’s. Although, the parties I worked for were private parties.

I take a bit of a veggie wrap when I feel a hand snake around my waist. I jump and turn to see Matt

“What are doing here?” I ask him.

“I can ask you the same thing.” He says and wraps his arm around my waist. “What are you doing at this party?”

“I asked first.”

Matt laughs. “What are you, 10?”

I groan and stare at the last veggie wrap in my hand. “My friend dragged me here.” I tell him and then I take a bit of my veggie wrap.

“Ah, well, let’s get you out of here and get you something more filling to eat, yeah doll?” He says and begins to lead me away.

“You didn’t say why you’re here.” I say and he laughs again.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, I’m not cheating on you.”

I look at him in shock. “I didn’t think that at all, why would you say something like that?”

Matt just chuckles. “I’m here on business not pleasure, babydoll. I know the club owner, and he owed me something I came to collect on. I just saw you here in the red room and wondered what you were here for. I didn’t think this was your idea of a good time.”

“It’s not.” I reply. “What did the club owner owe you?”

“Just something I paid for.” Matt shrugged and led me to the back door of the club.

“I can’t leave without telling Emma, she’ll be concerned if she can’t find me.” I look back at the dancing people.

“Just text her, I’m not letting you stay in that place. That club is famous for the amount of older men praying on younger girls there are there.” Matt says in a deep tone.

“That’s probably why Emma comes here a lot.” I mumble to myself.

“What did you say, doll?” Matt asks as he looks at me.

“Just Emma, I don’t want to leave without telling her.”

“Just text her, come on, you’re coming home with me.” Matt leads me out the back door and to his car that’s waiting in the alley.

“Home with you? To your house?” I ask as Matt opens the passenger side door for me.

“Yeah, doll. I thought you were asking to come home with me the other night. Didn’t you want to spend a day with me?” Matt gets into the drivers side.

“You said you couldn’t have me around while you were busy.”

“I’m not too busy tomorrow, and you just look so good right now. Unless you want me to dump you at your apartment, you’re coming home with me. Trust me, it’ll be a lot better in my double queen bed with silk sheets then in your bookstore apartment that that looks like it’s one windy day away from blowing to the ground.” Matt laughs to himself as he starts his car.

“Hey, don’t diss my apartment.” I laugh. “I know it’s not the best, but I love my little place. And I love the bookstore.”

“I’ll buy you a fucking library. You living there is a liability. You could get seriously hurt there. You could fall through the floor boards or cut yourself on a loose nail-“

Matt pulls out of the alley and starts driving to his house.

“But that’s my favorite bookstore.”

“You don’t need to live there. I’ll take you back wherever you want to buy books, I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“Matt-“

“You need a new place.”

“Matt-“

“Im serious.”

“MATT!” I shout to get his attention. He just stays silent. “I like my place, what is this about?”

“Nothing, like I said, it’s a hazard.”

“I’ve never been hurt there. The worst thing that’s happened was a paper cut from a book.”

“Just… don’t stay at that apartment for a while.”

“What, why?” I ask and Matt stays silent. “Matt, why?” I ask more seriously. Again, no answer. “Matt, answer me, why not?”

“I shouldn’t have ever taken you out in public.” He mumbles.

“Matt, what are you talking about!” I ask, starting to shake and my hands get sweaty.

“I’m too fucking dangerous for you to be around.”

“Matt, tell me what you mean by that.”

“That fucking picture-“

“Picture?”

“The one that pap took.”

“Pap?”

“Just stay at my place for a few days, okay? I’m gonna get someone to scope out your apartment and-“

“Matt stop! Why do you need someone to scope out my apartment.”

“I told you I had enemies y/n. Enemies that would think of you as a way to get to me, and they’re right.”

“Matt you’re scaring me.”

“I’m gonna keep you safe, I promise.”

“I wanna go home.”

“I’m taking you to my place, you’ll be safe there, I promise.”

“How long before you were going to tell me about this?” I ask.

“I didn’t know for sure if someone had found out about you yet, I still don’t. I’m just taking precautions until we figure out if someone is watching you.”

“Why would someone be watching me?”

“I told you, I have-“

“Why would someone need to get to you through me? Who would do something like that?” I ask. Matt stays silent, clenching his jaw tightly and he drives up a long drive way.

“We’re here.” He says, finally breaking the silence. He parks the car in the huge driveway in front of the mansion. My jaw drops and I gasp and the large, beautiful home in front of me.

“You live here?” I ask in amazement.

“Doesn’t seem like such a bad idea to stay with me, now does it?” Matt says as he opens his car door and makes his way around the car to open my side door as well. I step out but keep my eyes on the mansion.

“This is beautiful.” I say softly. Matt smiles and begins to lead me inside.

“I live with my brothers, the ones I told you about. They’re not home for a few days, they’re running a few errands in LA. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Matt opens the large front door for me and I gasp again at the beautiful entryway.

“Come on, I’ll give you the tour.” Matt says and begins to lead be around the home.

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astrolovecosmos · 5 months

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Aries Tea Party: You must come with an outfit or makeup that has flair, spices fill the air, everyone follows the host's lead, bright and airy atmosphere, loud voices and laughter, decisions are made here, a bold and maybe even conflict-fueling guest list.

Taurus Tea Party: In a beautiful garden, elegant dishes and teapots, roses and candles, soft attire, long dresses, good and close company, peaceful music, hand-crafted invitations, animals possibly invited too.

Gemini Tea Party: Picnic style in a meadow or in a lovely solarium, arboretum, or aviary, the tea is hot metaphorically and literally, matching outfits or themed outfits is encouraged, never-ending conversations, social games, maybe a book club gathering, a diverse guest list.

Cancer Tea Party: Family and close friends only, has gift bags, the best tea and hors d'oeuvres you've ever had, smile for the pictures, uplifting atmosphere, heirlooms possibly used, toss in a little magic whether it be 🏰 magic, grandma's recipes, the magic of family and love, or literal witchcraft, maybe a tea party by moonlight, maybe a tea party on the beach.

Leo Tea Party: Must dress extravagant or within a creative theme, rich flavors, royal gardens or tea rooms, watch out for the politics, be sure to compliment your host, there is room for indulgence and opulence, the best rumors you'll ever hear, the best service you've ever had too, there's time for a dance, for a reading, for croquet, for everything, drama may unfold but enjoy the show or ride, maybe a little wine with your tea?

Virgo Tea Party: An itinerary printed out and closely followed, please be punctual, dress nice, manners matter here, high-quality tea and food, entertaining and surprisingly decadent, there may be books to explore, you'll learn more than you expected at this gathering - whether it be about everyone's business or a new life hack, aesthetically pleasing and thoughtful decor, everything must be perfect, a place for stimulation but also respite.

Libra Tea Party: Plenty of sweets, the aesthetics 😍🤩, dainty and delicate, possibly a clever theme, personalized cups or napkins for the guests, has a guest list that is great for networking and matchmaking, comfortable chairs and couches, everything is pleasant from the decor to the fragrances to the temperature, will happen on a beautiful day.

Scorpio Tea Party: Private, exclusive guest list, spicy or strong flavors, may be inspired by fiction, crystals and witchy candles, maybe the perfect time for a tarot reading, a place where you'll hear secrets and hearts are spilled, maybe a sexy tea party. ;)

Sagittarius Tea Party: Fairy lights, maybe a tea party by candlelight, or by a beautiful fireplace - either way the lighting will be a centerpiece, cozy vibes, insightful conversations, plenty of laughs, possibly some excitement even if things seem like a quant tea party, a great time for show and tell, exotic or hard to find teas, very interesting company.

Capricorn Tea Party: Could be done in a traditional way, a beautiful chandelier or statues, maybe out in the woods, classical or indie music, only a few guests, VIP treatment, nothing of poor quality, moments happen here, some surprising secrets may accidentally come out, be sure to follow the dress code.

Aquarius Tea Party: Eclectic decorations, maybe retro vibes, plenty of light blankets and cute pillows, unusual or handcrafted teas, either has a large guest list or is having tea with one other person, could be doing the party for charity, people stay late due to captivating conversations, sneak in a game of chess or conspiracy theories, a gathering of like minds.

Pisces Tea Party: Aquamarine and coral colors, seafood may be served or a special diet, ocean themes, the most ornate cups and silverware, glitter and shimmers, maybe some time for poetry or painting, accommodating, moments to cry and share, only those that impress or connect with the host get invited back.

#tea #tea party #zodiac #astrology #for fun #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #aesthetics

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yaostars · 8 months

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HOW THEY WOULD BE DATING AN IDOL

note: fem reader, she/her prns, part 2 a/n: i love my bllk emos..!! LMFAO the last time i posted on here was aug 9 and its sep 3 im dying its been that long... well eat up people i might randomly poof till christmas next time /hj summary: dating a soccer player whilst being an idol characters: reo, kaiser, rin, sae

reo

i love this man honestly he would buy EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF MERCH!!!

he's your number one fan and always will be

he wont say it but if you ever brought out a perfume he would buy it just to use it for his house

money is the reason we exist everybody knows its a fact kiss kiss and right he doesnt care about it he just loves u smsmsmsm

he will come to every concert anywhere even if it meant to all the way on the other side of the world

he's social media is filled with you when both of you want to go public with the relationship

reo is just a happy man in general

kaiser

he's the type of bf to "accidentally" make your relationship public but its only because he HATES seeing those ship edits of you and some other idol

he tries to make it to as many concerts around the world but when its in germany he will be there every night

wears your merch for papz to see and so he can promote your career bc he loves u

has all yours songs in one big playlist on spotify and he'll play it while working out or training

whenever theres a concert he'll be in the vip or back stage watching you and the first to give you a hug

loves it when you randomly sing around the house

he just loves you heaps and would do anything for it even tho hes a bum bum

rin

boy oh boy hes cold and all until he finds the loml

absolutely adores you heaps

keeps a special rare photo card of you on the back of his phone and in his wallet (he just wants to see your face all the time)

wont admit it but before dating you he always idolised your music and would listen to it 24/7

he wasnt a fan that people knew that you guys were dating but he secretly loves it so he can watch ship edits of both of you

will randomly hum your music around the house

whole camera roll is you

softie js 4 u

sae

he's never home due to his career but you never minded it since you both had careers that would be tough to have free time

sae always tries to make it onto livestreams of yours that are sponsored or interviews just to watch you while being in spain

has at least a few merch items; hoodies and shirts

he always makes sure to wear them out

sometimes he surprises you at concerts when he says he cant make it

always tries to make a time with you

doesnt care about private or public relationship status he just wants to know if you're comfy thats all

his insta story is always photos of you, sponsors to do with you, and.. well pretty much everything about you

he loves u sm hes like a teddybear

#x reader #xreader #fluff #blue lock #kaiser x reader #sae itoshi x reader #michael kaiser #itoshi sae #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin #reo mikage #reo x reader

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solosexualnudist · 2 months

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Of course, Masturboy has VIP status! I love beating off butt naked for these ladies!

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kiwisluv · 5 months

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i think i've mentioned something similar on here with kylian but imagine situationship/cocky mf! jude sending you a ridiculous sum of money to get your attention when you're ignoring his texts or being petty- everyone knows he has the money so what's the harm in him using it to his advantage sometimes?

Situationship Jude who swears he wants to be more than casual but you don’t trust him based on his actions and knowing his history

He’s unashamed when he’s feeling needy and missing you, not afraid to send text after text asking what you’re doing and why you’re not with him

None of your friends know about him because as much as you refuse to admit it, you liked the thing you two had going on and didn’t want attention over Jude’s status to mess up your dynamic

So one Saturday night, you’re at the club with friends trying not to think too much about Jude because you find your thoughts wandering to him too much for your liking

You were giving him the silent treatment because the night before you had seen him chatting to another girl at the club. It didn’t seem like anything serious or overly sexual but it was enough to make you jealous - which you would never admit out loud - so you decided to play hard to get for a little while. When he had called you after the club that night, you declined his calls and answered his messages bluntly, telling him you were going to bed. Alone.

So now you’re in the club, getting the chance to see some girlfriends you hadn’t spent time with in a while. Your group is at a VIP table, taking shots and drinking an assortment of cocktails as you drunkenly chat about this and that, some of the girls bringing guys to the table to join in. A few guys had approached you throughout the night but you stayed polite and made it clear you weren’t interested. Some of your friends questioned why you weren’t flirting with anyone, but you reassured them that you just weren’t in the mood to deal with men tonight.

Your phone had been buzzing repeatedly for the past hour, different messages from Jude lighting up the screen, telling you he was at home, that he missed you, that he wanted you to keep him company. Reading the messages made a little knot tighten at the bottom of your tummy, but you stuck to the promise you made yourself of not entertaining his advances. As you sat at the table, though, you still found your mind drifting to the thought of Jude when your friends mentioned something that reminded you of him.

At some point, you go to the bar to get the next round for the table, and among coming back with drinks, you see a couple of your girlfriends looking at you with squinted eyes and exasperated faces.

You nervously ask them what they’re looking at, and one hands you your phone that you left on the table, with a new notification from your banking app at the top of the screen.

You immediately blush at the notification, which states that £5,000 has been transferred into your account by J. Bellingham. The thought of Jude sending money to get your attention made you internally roll your eyes, as it wasn’t his first time playing that card. He knew you would protest the gift and did it on purpose to get you riled up. However, as your friends sat there looking at you questioningly, you had no idea how to explain the transfer to them in a normal way.

They berated you with questions, like who sent the money, why on earth it was so much, and why the name was suspiciously close to that of star footballer Jude Bellingham

“What, is Jude Bellingham your sugar daddy on the low?” one of the friends joked sarcastically, but when your eyes drifted to your lap she gasped loudly.

You ended up having to explain your situationship, making your friends promise not to tell anyone since you wanted to keep it mostly a secret. The girls were hardcore fangirling, in amazement that their friend had bagged a real life celeb. You explained that he doesn’t normally send you money, he was just trying to get your attention, and the girls went crazy over his gift. They ask why you’re ignoring him and roll their eyes at your pettiness over what happened at the club the night before. When you explain your hesitancy in taking things further with Jude they all act like you’re silly and try to talk some sense into your head because just from the messages they read they can tell that Jude seems to care about you more than you’re letting on. Your friends know now why you’ve been in a reserved mood all night, and they’re encouraging you to leave and go see him. You’re almost offended that they suggest you bail on girls’ night but they absolutely insist that you need to “go get your man”

You eventually let them talk you into leaving the club after making plans to debrief over coffee the next morning. You hug and kiss them all goodbye before hastily exiting the club, trying to fight back the smile growing on your face. Once on the street, you dial Jude’s number and wait as the phone rings. It barely rings twice before the man answers the phone.

“I’d hate to think you just want me for the money, Y/n,” he says smugly, met by a scoff from you. “Are you going to pick me up from this club or not?”

just some rambling 😁

#jude bellingham #real madrid #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham imagine

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chilling-seavey · 1 month

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Formula 1 Masterlist

♡ Welcome to my Formula 1 masterlist! A new addition to my corner of the internet where we will explore and create universes together, straying far from the pit lane we know all too well to, instead, journey through new realities! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!

George Russell

Enchanté ↳ On a brief business trip to Paris, you find yourself enamoured with this handsome stranger and the fleeting promises he offers in the city of love

Blue Moon Motel ↳ George has decided that his affair with you needs to end but he takes you out for one last night before saying goodbye.

Don't Worry Darling ↳ Married and thriving in an idealised community based on routine, gender roles, and arguable paradise, you and George seem to be just as perfect together as the utopia you live within - but not everything is as it seems on the surface.

Love Thy Neighbour PART ONE PART TWO ↳ It’s the end of summer 1984 and you and your perfect little family move into a quaint suburban neighbourhood to escape the hustle and bustle of the Manhattan lifestyle. Your next door neighbours are a picture-perfect family of their own - or so it seems from the outside. But, as you spend more and more time with the handsome husband, the cracks in your own marriage start to come to light.

National Anthem - feat. Daniel Seavey ↳ As VIP guests of Scuderia Ferrari - thanks to Daniel’s best friend as one of their elite Formula 1 drivers - you have the privilege of travelling to Monte Carlo for the Monaco Grand Prix. While on this getaway, you and Daniel decide to lean into the grandeur status of the Monaco Circuit and celebrate the weekend in a way you normally wouldn’t back at home - and that comes in the form of a luxury yacht party and a handsome Mercedes driver who seemed to capture your eye from your first day in the paddock

Lando Norris

Nothing Looks the Same in the Light - feat. Oscar Piastri ↳ "I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep. I touch your hair, I kiss your skin, and hope the morning sun won’t wake you too soon [...] Nothing looks the same in the light. Only a fool like me would take to heart the things you said you meant last night."

Dreamland ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN ↳ As a flunking university student in dreary Bristol, Lando is sure there’s another life waiting for him elsewhere. A life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. But maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen.

#decided to separate my masterlists whoops #george russell fic #f1 masterlist #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 fic #lando norris fic

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totowlff · 3 months

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chapter sixteen — an old and hungry yearning

➝ cassie has a problem and only one person can fix it

➝ word count: 5,5k

➝ warnings: cursing, smut

➝ author’s note: okay, this is my favorite chapter ever. enjoy!

19 WEEKS The baby is working on their five senses. He has already learned to suck and now adds swallowing to their bag of tricks. And of course, baby is very busy moving around!

— And we have to organize accreditations for the second part of the season, so we don't have any problems, especially in Malaysia. We don’t want a repeat of last time when we didn’t have enough paddock passes for all of the Petronas executives that decided to come to the motorhome… Cassie, are you paying attention?

Cassie blinked, turning her attention back to Victoria, who was leaning against the edge of Cassie’s desk. Cassie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tried to hide her blush.

— Yeah, of course — she replied.

Victoria raised an eyebrow.

— Are you sure?

— Yes, why? You were talking about Malaysia.

— You seem a little distant today. Are you okay?

— I’m just a little tired, it’s not a big deal — Cassie lied, giving a small smile.

If only it was simple fatigue that Cassie was feeling, which could be resolved by getting up and walking around or splashing some cold water on her face, but what she was actually feeling was much more complicated to resolve, especially considering the status of her current relationship.

She was horny. Very horny.

It started a few days ago, and she was wondering whether or not it would happen to her or not. All of the pregnancy websites and books she’d read warned of the possibility of increased libido in the second trimester. It had finally come to pass for Cassie. It was subtle at first, like an inconvenient itch, but easy to ignore. However, that particular afternoon, it was nearly unbearable, to the point where she couldn't focus on anything other than the way her heart seemed to be pounding, sending all of her blood to the sensitive areas of her body.

— Good afternoon, ladies — a familiar voice said. Cassie turned her head to see Toto striding into the marketing area with a wide smile on his face. It was enough to send a jolt of arousal straight between her legs, giving her a full-body shiver — How are you?

— We’re doing alright, Toto. Just discussing VIP accreditations for the Asian races. Cassie said she’s a little tired today.

Toto smiled when he saw Cassie nod in agreement with her boss.

— Growing an entire human being is not easy. Cassie has every right to feel tired — Toto said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes — In fact, I'd like to talk to her. Can I borrow her for a few minutes?

— She's all yours — Victoria said, a pleasant smile on her face. Cassie stood up easily still, but she was sure those days would be coming to an end, given the way her belly seemed to be growing larger by the day.

He walked her slowly through the cubicles toward the hallway, where they would be away from the eyes of her colleagues, who always seemed curious about how close Cassie and Toto were. When they stopped at the entrance to the marketing office, she noticed him looking at her with a small smile on his face.

— Is there a problem?

— No, Cassie — Toto replied, caressing her belly with his fingers, his thumb grazing the white fabric of her shirt. — I just wanted to see how you are today. Well, you and Ingrid.

She should be used to that Toto touching her like that by that point, after all, she was carrying his daughter. However, even the lightest of touches from Toto sent a wave of heat down her legs. “Focus”, Cassie thought, smiling at the man in front of her.

— I'm a little tired, but your daughter is doing just fine.

The answer made him frown.

— If you’re tired, do you want to cancel dinner tonight? I don’t mind, and I don’t want you wearing yourself out cooking for us.

— No, no, we should still have dinner — she replied quickly — I wasn’t planning on cooking anyway. I wanted to order pizza… I’ve been craving the ham and pineapple pizza from Bella Italia.

He raised an eyebrow.

— Have you ever eaten that pizza?

— The Tropicale? Yes, twice this week. Your daughter's fault.

Toto laughed.

— I thought you hated pineapple on your pizza.

— You see that your daughter continues to surprise us every day.

He moved closer, his face inches from hers. With her eyes traveling between Toto's dark eyes and lips, Cassie was studying how wrong it would be if she kissed him there, in that hallway.

— Our daughter, Cassandra. Ingrid is as much yours as mine.

— Our daughter — she repeated, something warm spreading through her body.

A few seconds later, Toto took a step back and took the hand that was resting on her stomach into his pocket.

— Well, I'll be at your flat at seven, okay?

— Perfect.

He took one last look at her stomach with a smile. Such a simple gesture sent an electric shock through Cassie's body, her skin burning as if she had a fever.

— See you later, Cassandra — the team principal said, before walking past her and heading down the hallway.

— See you later — Cassie murmured, staring at the muscles of his upper back moving under his Oxford shirt. “If I haven't gone crazy by then”, she thought to herself, as she slowly walked back to her cubicle, where Victoria was waiting to continue talking about the accreditations for the race in Malaysia.

When Cassie got back to her flat, she looked around and let out a heavy sigh. It even looked like a hurricane had passed through there, scattering cups, plates, paper, books and magazines everywhere, as well as some toys that she had already insisted on buying for Ingrid.

She dropped her bag on the credenza just inside of her front door and started trying to organize her flat. The clutter made it even harder to think straight, on top of the brain fog and the other distractions. She rounded up a stack of books, papers, and magazines, setting them in the basket next to her sofa she used for reading material. After that, she collected the few dirty dishes she hadn’t remembered to put in the kitchen, and set aside a few things she’d ordered online for the baby in the pile of things that would eventually go to Toto’s house.

Sitting down on the armrest of the sofa, she smiled a little when she realized that the place was more or less decent. “Now, let’s get to dinner”, Cassie thought, picking up her phone and opening Deliveroo to order their pizza.

She was finishing setting the table with the cutlery and glasses when the apartment doorbell rang. As she opened the door, she smiled widely.

— Delivery for Misses Aldersey and Wolff — Toto said, in a formal voice, holding up the two pizza boxes — That must be you?

— Yes, that's us — she laughed, taking the boxes from his hands and indicating with her head for him to enter the apartment — How did you...

— I met the delivery guy downstairs. I asked who the pizza was for and he said it was for Cassie, so I decided to take care of it myself. In fact, I already paid, so you don't need to worry about that.

She placed the boxes on the dining table and turned to him.

— Toto, I already told you not to pay for things for me.

— Cassie…

— It’s just pizza, it’s not an enormous expense.

He approached her, his expression turning serious.

— I know. But at the same time, I want to help you — Toto said, placing one of his hands on the side of her belly. The touch caused heat to rise to her cheeks — I told you at the beginning of this process that I would be by your side and support you through everything, no matter how small of a matter it is. We're in this together, remember?

She smiled.

— I do.

— Good — he said, moving his hand away from her belly, a strange feeling of emptiness taking over the spot where he was touching her — Shall we eat?

After settling in at the small dining table, Cassie opened the boxes, revealing the steaming pepperoni and pineapple ham pizza. The sight made her mouth water.

— Let me get it for you — Toto said, taking the pizza cutter and carefully breaking the dough. The concentration in his brown eyes, as well as the tip of his tongue appearing in the corner of his mouth as he tried to take the slice to her plate, made a memory hit her hard, like a wave crashing violently against the rocks.

It was the same expression that was on his face the night Ingrid was conceived, when he was straddling her body, his hips pounding against hers. The concentration with which he watched her writhing in pleasure had been marked in her memory, as well as the words he whispered to her, accompanied by the most delicate kisses she had ever received in her life.

“You are going to be the most beautiful mother in the world”.

“I can’t wait to see your belly grow”.

“I will give you a child, Cassie, I promise you”.

She brought her hand to her belly, in a quiet acknowledgement of him fulfilling his promise, between the sheets of her bed, as she moaned his name, begging not just for relief, but for him.

— Cassie?

She blinked, feeling heat rush through her body.

— Yeah? — she replied, a little lost.

— Do you want some chili flakes? — Toto asked, holding up the shaker.

— No, no. Thank you. I’ll already have heartburn later — Cassie replied, cutting herself a small piece of her pizza. The smoked fattiness of the ham combined with the slight sweetness and acidity of the pineapple and the slight heat of the pepper made her sigh.

— Apparently your pizza is good — Toto said with a smile.

— Excellent. Want some?

— No, thanks. I'd rather leave it to you two.

Cassie smiled, turning her attention back to her plate, trying to ignore the heat she was feeling. A few seconds of silence later, Toto suddenly dropped the cutlery.

— Ah, I need to show you something — he said, taking the phone out of his pants pocket — I received an email from that decorator I told you about, about the nursery. She asked me for some references of what we want and I put together these photos to send to her, but I wanted to know what you think.

Cassie took the phone from Toto and looked at the screen. He had pulled up images of nurseries that looked clean and modern, but still welcoming. In one of them, the crib was placed against a wall, and opposite it was a large, comfortable armchair, with a lamp next to it. In the other photo, there was a kind of bench with shelves underneath, where toys and books were placed.

— You scroll through to see more — Toto said, before taking a sip of water. Sliding her finger across the screen, Cassie analyzed the rest of the references that Toto had set aside for their daughter's room. A large closet, shelves, pictures on the walls.

— Very nice — she murmured, returning the phone.

— Of course, it's nothing definitive, there are some things I'd like to see with you if it makes sense, since, for the first few months, we're going to share this space and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible in it.

Cassie took another bite of pizza, watching Toto talk about his ideas for their daughter's room. She wasn't paying attention to any words he was saying, her eyes busy analyzing the way he gestured with his hands, his slender fingers moving in the air.

The memory of them touching her skin gently, removing her hand from the spot between her legs, and massaging her clit that night made Cassie press her legs together. In her chest, her heart was beating heavily, an overwhelming heat coursing across her skin.

In her mind, the scenes repeated themselves slowly, like a movie that Cassie had already watched several times but she couldn't get enough of, rewatching each scene to find details that she hadn't noticed before. She could remember the moment Toto finally entered her, his eyes fixed on hers as he eased himself inside her, his bottom lip between his teeth. His concern for her pleasure was seared into her memory.

She wanted more.

— Cassie? — he asked — Is everything okay?

Turning her attention to the table they were dining at, she smiled.

— Yes, yes, I was just… Thinking.

— May I know what you were thinking about?

“How good it felt to have sex with you”, Cassie replied mentally, taking a sip of water.

— What it will be like to bring Ingrid into her nursery for the first time.

Toto reached across the table, taking Cassie’s fingers in his.

— If I can say so, I'm really looking forward to that day. I'm sure she'll love every little thing we think of for her.

Looking into his eyes, Cassie seemed to see something beyond simple affection or appreciation. It was more tender, warm. “This has to be love”, she thought, pursing her lips and pulling her hand back.

But surely she was just imagining it.

— In fact, I scheduled a meeting with the decorator at my house, so she could take measurements and talk about ideas for the room. It will be on Saturday morning, around ten. Would you like to come? I’d love for you to be there.

— Oh, yeah, that would be great — she replied, cutting another piece of pizza — I have to make sure you don't paint the entire room pink or put unicorns on the walls.

Toto laughed.

— Something against the color pink and unicorns?

— We definitely don't need to be cliché at this point, Toto.

— But Ingrid will be our little girl, Cassie...

— Little girls don’t need a pink nursery.

He stared at her for a few seconds.

— What is your favorite color?

— Aqua. And yours?

— Orange.

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

— I thought it was baby blue.

— I also like blue, but orange has an inexplicable power. It is more mysterious than red and more revealing than yellow. Orange is comforting and cozy, especially those darker, coppery tones — he explained, his eyes fixed on her. It even seemed like there was something hidden between the lines of his words, but Cassie couldn't understand what, but it was exciting to imagine.

In fact, everything Toto did excited her. His mere presence, in front of her, with the sleeves of his baby blue dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, excited her. She keenly felt the effect he had on her physically, in the way her muscles were tense, her mouth dry and her pulse pounding in her ears.

He was driving her crazy.

— Would you like orange in her room? — Cassie asked softly.

— We can talk about that on Saturday with the decorator — he replied, looking at her plate — Would you like more pizza?

She looked down and then at him.

— No, no. I'm full.

— Are you sure? — Toto questioned, an expression of concern on his face — You didn’t eat much.

— I'm fine, Toto, really — she replied.

— You don’t look like it. You look flushed…

Cassie put her hands on her cheeks and immediately noticed how hot they felt. “Fuck”, she thought, noticing how the blouse she was wearing was sticking to her skin due to sweat.

— I'm just warm, it’s been happening a lot lately. Hormones, you know — she said, forcing a smile — Would you mind if I took a quick shower?

— No, of course not. I’ll get things in here cleaned up, okay?

— Okay — Cassie said, getting up and walking to the bathroom, focusing on her own breathing and not on the way her body pulsed. After she entered the cubicle and closed the door, she let out a sigh. Ripping off her clothes, she tied up her hair haphazardly and got into the shower, turning on the cold water tap.

Holding back a scream, Cassie allowed, with her jaw clenched, the cold spray to wet her skin. The contrast between the temperature of the water and her body made her more alert, the heat slowly dissipating. However, as soon as she started washing herself, her mind was invaded again by lewd images, all starring the same man.

Cassie could imagine Toto following her into the shower, standing behind her and placing kisses on the curve of her neck. As he whispered in her ear, he would take the soap from her hand and slowly slide it across her skin, lathering every part of her body, paying special attention to her swollen breasts and belly.

— My angel — Cassie could hear Toto saying.

His hands would go down to the point between her legs, where he would find her completely wet. With his middle finger drawing tortuous circles against her clit, he would slowly bring her to orgasm, kissing and biting her shoulder. The imagination was a powerful thing; she could practically feel his hands on her, as if he was actually there.

Bringing her wet hands to her face, Cassie tried to come back to reality, finding herself in a worse state than she had been in before stepping into the shower. She was almost melting under the cold water, her body begging for attention, and strangely, for relief.

She knew there was only one way to get it.

Turning off the shower, Cassie dried off quickly and wrapped herself haphazardly in a gray bath towel. After letting her hair down and running her fingers through it quickly, she took one last breath. Then, she opened the bathroom door and walked into the living room, still barefoot. Toto was sitting on the sofa, looking at something on his cell phone when he looked up at her.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

— Is there a problem, Cassie? — he asked.

— Yes.

— What happened?

— I need you.

He blinked.

— What?

Cassie let go of where she was holding her towel closed, letting it fall into a pile around her feet.

Toto's eyes went wide as they roamed Cassie's entire body, taking in the changes since the last time he had seen her like this. In addition to her belly, her breasts were much larger, crowned by nipples darkened by hormones.

Usually, she felt a little embarrassed about the changes her body had gone through, but at that moment, in front of Toto, Cassie felt beautiful.

— Remember you said you would be by my side? — Cassie asked softly — That you said you would help me with anything I needed?

— Cassandra — Toto murmured, his voice almost scolding, as he stood up from the sofa, his eyes fixed on her.

— You said you would help me — she repeated, as he stood in front of her, a hesitant hand going up to her cheek — I need your help, Toto.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from Cassie's face, his eyes fixed on hers.

— With what?

— I'm horny.

— Horny…

— Yeah — she said, bringing her body closer to his, her nipples almost brushing against the fabric of his shirt — Very horny.

— Cassie — Toto murmured, as she took his hand and pressed it to her face.

— I haven't stopped thinking about you today. In the office, here — she whispered, feeling the musk of his cologne fill her nose — Especially here. All I could think about was how handsome you are. With that shirt then… Beautiful.

He let out a sigh, his fingers squeezing her skin.

— I was practically melting in my chair when we were talking during dinner. All I could think about was how much I want to feel you inside me again. I even went to take a cold shower to help calm myself down, but my imagination betrayed me — Cassie said, pressing her cheek against his palm — All I could think about was you using your fingers on me, making me come on them…

— Fuck — Toto whispered.

— I need you, Toto. Please — she said, looking up at him trying to make it clear enough what her sole desire at that moment was for him giving himself to her the same way he had months before.

— Are you sure, Cassandra? — he asked softly.

— Yes, Toto. Please. Help me.

After a few seconds of staring at her, Toto tilted Cassie's head gently, bringing his own lips to hers in a delicate, almost careful kiss. A few seconds later, it was up to her to wrap her arms around his neck and ask for passage to explore his mouth the way she wanted.

Feeling his hands slide over her skin for real, Cassie felt like she was combusting. Pressing her own body against his, she tried to lead him back onto the sofa, where they could continue more comfortably and without the obstacle of the height difference between them. However, Toto didn't move.

— What are you doing? — he asked, panting.

— Trying to push you back onto the couch…

— Why?

— How else are we going to have sex?

A giggle escaped his lips, his nose brushing hers.

— Cassie, we’re not going to have sex on your couch.

Cassie's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. He wasn't going to do this to her, he couldn't do that to her, not when she felt like she might melt into the ground or just burst into flames right then and there.

— Toto — she stammered, her eyes filling with tears. She felt like the frustration may be the end of her.

— I'm not going to have sex with you on a couch — he continued, bringing one of his hands to her face — Because my daughter's mother deserves better.

— You mean…

— Take me to your room, my angel.

With her shock dissolving into a smile, Cassie pulled Toto towards her again, leading him through the house towards her bedroom as she fought against the damn buttons on his shirt, only managing to undo two of them when she felt the edge of the mattress against the back of her legs.

— Lay down — he whispered, his intense gaze putting even more strength into what seemed like a polite request, but Cassie obeyed it like it was an order. She would do anything for him.

Still standing in front of her, Toto ripped off his own shirt hastily, not bothering with any of the buttons before running a hand through his hair after discarding it on the floor. Staring at his firm muscles, Cassie couldn't resist the urge to lift her foot to touch him, as if she needed to reassure herself that he was real.

— Like what you see? — he asked softly.

— I do — she replied, as her big toe reached his chest — You look like a god.

Holding Cassie's ankle, Toto smiled.

— A god, huh? — he asked, and Cassie nodded — Which one? Zeus?

She smiled.

— No. Apollo.

Toto kissed the side of her foot affectionately.

— Why?

— Because he was the one who gave the Greek Cassandra her gift — she replied, placing a hand on her own belly — In the same way that you’ve given me a gift.

Releasing her foot, Toto carefully placed himself over Cassie.

— You are my gift, Cassie — he whispered, his nose touching hers gently, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. Placing her hands on Toto's face, she kissed him again, without the previous need and urgency she felt.

That night, he was all hers. As it had been once, so it was again.

Cassie didn't even notice when Toto grabbed a pillow, she only obliged when he asked her to raise her hips. He did his best to make her as comfortable as possible before he began trailing kisses down her neck, down towards her breasts. The pregnancy hormones had not only made them larger, but far more sensitive, which Toto noticed immediately, when Cassie moaned the second he touched his tongue to her nipple.

— Sensitive, my angel? — he asked, looking up at Cassie. She nodded fervently — Okay. I'll be gentle.

The delicacy with which he grazed his teeth and licked her areolas was capable of taking her to ecstasy in itself. There was no rush nor discomfort with the way he lavished attention on her body, one kiss at a time.

It wasn't long before Cassie began to feel the excitement becoming uncomfortable. She needed more, much more than just kisses and nibbles. She needed him. Shifting under Toto's body, it didn't take long for him to raise his face towards her.

— What’s wrong?

— I want to come — she whispered.

Toto smiled.

— And how do you want to come?

— It doesn’t matter — Cassie replied, feeling his hands slide towards her hips — I tried on my own but I couldn't...

— What did you use?

— My hand. And a toy.

— Neither of them worked?

She nodded, and Toto smiled mischievously at her.

— Do you want me to try?

— Please — Cassie whispered.

Without saying a word, Toto repositioned himself over her, spreading her legs wider to have better access to the spot between them. The touches started shy and soft, with kisses and nibbles on Cassie's inner thighs, while his eyes searched hers over the curve of her belly.

However, she couldn't keep them open as Toto began to maneuver his tongue carefully over her labia, his saliva mixing and spreading her natural lubrication. Bringing a hand up to his hair, a sharp moan escaped her lips as she felt him suck on her clit for a few seconds before letting go.

— Who were you thinking about? — he asked, while his thumb drew circles on her most sensitive spot, making her eyes flutter.

— What?

— When you tried to come alone, were you thinking about someone?

— I — Cassie began, trying to form a coherent sentence. But, there was some coherence in that moment, with Toto speeding up the movement of his finger, his eyes staring at her wickedly, watching the way he had her in his hands, exactly like in her fantasies.

— Come on, tell me. Who were you thinking about?

— Toto — she whimpered, something warm rising up the back of her thighs toward her belly, a subtle warning that explosion and relief were just around the corner.

— Maybe that was the problem, my angel — he murmured — Maybe you needed to think about someone. But now, you don’t have to. You can just leave everything to me.

Cassie felt Toto's tongue against her clitoris again, sliding softly over and around it. The movement was provocative, as if this was just a little game for him. Maybe it was, since he seemed very happy at that moment, listening to her loud moans. However, for Cassie, it was like being a few steps away from heaven, her legs shaking after so much effort to get there.

As he settled into a delicious intensity and rhythm, Cassie’s release came like a speeding train.

Cassie felt like she had been shattered into a million pieces. With her spine arched, she felt her abdomen tense, while her legs closed around Toto's head. Unintelligible moans came from her lips, words that had been lost on the way to being said.

In fact, there was nothing to say at that moment. Nothing was enough or adequate enough. And in a way, silence was enough. Well, not raw silence, as Cassie's labored breathing echoed off the walls of the room as her eyes stared up at the ceiling.

— Are you okay? — she heard Toto whisper. Searching his eyes, Cassie nodded. That made him smile — Want more?

— Please — she murmured in response.

Placing a kiss on the side of her knee, Toto got up from the bed and busied himself with unzipping his pants and sliding them down his legs with his underwear, and his underwear down his legs, revealing his erect cock. He sat down next to Cassie, sitting up with his back against her headboard and motioned for her to move toward him. He gently supported her hands as she draped one of her legs over his hips to straddle him.

The sight of him under her body, staring at her with his pupils dilated with desire made Cassie bite her lower lip, a shiver running across her skin. She couldn't even remember the last time someone had looked at her like that, as if they were standing before an altar, worshiping her.

— Can I? — Toto murmured, his hand moving up the inside of her thigh. He teased at Cassie’s entrance with his thumb.

Cassie nodded, raised her hips, aligning her entrance with his cock. He helped her guide the tip in as she gasped a bit from the sensation of the initial stretch. It wasn’t painful, no, but Cassie wasn’t sure what to expect as sensitive as she was. She breathed deeply as she lowered herself slowly, relishing the feeling of him entering inch by inch, sighing with relief when she was fully seated. Closing her eyes, she allowed a moan to escape her lips, as Toto gasped and sighed beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Having him inside her in that position was something new for Cassie. Toto seemed bigger, almost impossible to accommodate, but at the same time, he fit perfectly, like he was made to be there. It almost felt too good — the stretch, the pressure, the warmth of him, all of her senses primed and piqued for this. She had heard that pregnancy sex was wonderful, but she hadn’t expected it to feel this good.

Lowering her head towards his, Cassie kissed Toto intensely, her hips moving clumsily and experimentally, without any sort of rhythm. She was trying to figure out what felt the best, but all of it did. Toto moaned against her mouth, bringing his hands to her face, holding her firmly as she pulled away slightly for air.

— My angel — he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. His breath was ragged and shaky.

— Yes?

— You feel so good, but… I need more…

Setting her hands on his shoulders, Cassie sat up imperiously, as if she had been given a mission. She moved in a meaningful rhythm that escalated from slow, deep thrusts to a quicker pace as she felt like she was getting closer. She felt Toto's hands moving up her belly towards her breasts, massaging them delicately.

— This is… Cassie — he moaned beneath her, his eyelids fluttering with each movement, with each thrust of her hips — Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop…

Without saying anything, she leaned in again, searching for Toto's lips as if they were the surface and she was looking for air to breathe. She had nothing to say, not when she felt like she was about to explode at any second.

— Yes, yes — she said breathlessly, as she slid her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, letting her nipples brush against the skin of his bare chest — Fuck, Toto, this…

She felt every muscle in her body start to go taut, and then, a split second later, the world seemed to stop.

The wave that ran through Cassie's body made her let out a broken moan, her muscles trembling and her head lolling back. Her vision went white as every nerve in her body flooded with pleasure. It felt sublime.

However, not even her ecstasy made her stop moving her hips. Much more than amplifying her own sensation of pleasure, Cassie wanted to bring Toto with her. She wanted to feel him release inside her, just like the night they had conceived Ingrid.

And then, he came, moaning loudly as his hands squeezed her ass tightly, while Cassie slowed the pace, feeling a new shiver run through her body as she felt the heat of his pleasure inside her. When she finally stopped, she rested her forehead against his, absorbing the moment in silence.

A few moments later, Toto signaled her to get up from his lap, helping her to lie down on the bed next to him, her head positioned against his chest, listening to his heart slowing down.

— Feeling better? — Toto whispered, running his fingers gently down Cassie’s spine.

— Yes, much. Thank you.

— Of course. Do you need anything?

Cassie shifted, looking up into his eyes.

— I think I need to go to the bathroom, but that’s hardly surprising.

Toto chuckled, shaking his head.

— I was just making sure that you’re satisfied, because if you want more, I’d be happy to help… — he said, placing a hand on her belly and stroking it softly.

The gesture, which at other times was something that brought her security, this time, brought sadness.

She was completely and madly in love with him, and she was sure that was not reciprocated. Sure, they were having a child together, and had just had what was arguably the best sex of Cassie’s life, but all of it was in service of both of their desires, simply filling needs, not because they loved each other. After all, what possible reason could Toto have for falling in love with her, anyway?

— No, I'm fine. We are fine. Thanks.

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Unexpected Returns

pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

summary: When it seems like everything is going wrong in your life, Pierre comforters you, and offers you a unique, irresistible solution.

word count: 1.9k

warning: 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, sex tape, masturbation(f and m), mention of P in V sex, imply heiress!reader

notes: English is not my first language and this is my very first time writing smut in it, so don't have high expectations. Advices and ideas are greatly welcomed.

You had always been the life of the party, seeing it is an opportunity to escape the pressures and expectations of your lifestyle, allowing her to feel alive and exhilarated in the moment.

Racing at high speeds on the track requires immense focus. When Pierre is off-duty, he may seek out the excitement and energy of clubs and parties as a way to unwind and let loose.

Thats how you and Pierre met.

After dancing a few times on the floor, you started to get to know each other over some tequila shots.

Why not? Pierre found solace in confiding in you about everything happens on the track, without worrying about the media making a big deal out of it. All the political stuffs are just soap operas for you.

You, in turn, felt comfortable sharing your troubles with Pierre, knowing he would not judge you base on your status.

a Saturday night

As you entered the club, your designer outfit catched the light in all the right places. You walked into the VIP booth expressionlessly and tossed the limited edition purse onto the seat.

Pierre stood up, giving you a side hug and greeting with a kiss on your cheek, “Hey, had a rough day?”

You shrugged, “It's a long story. I need a few drinks to calm down.”

You headed towards the bar, ready to order your favorite drink and immerse yourself in your own thoughts.

After dancing on the dance floor for a while and having a few drinks, your face started to flush, and your mind completely relaxed.

While chatting with Pierre about trivial matters, you suddenly said, “Gabriel and I broke up.”

Pierre sipped on a glass of margarita as he listened intently to your words. “Oh, congratulations. Wasn't he just a mommy's boy living off his family's fortune? I think You deserve better.”

“Yesterday I met his father. That situation was just incredibly awkward.” You sighed as you bit down on your straw.

Pierre propped his chin with his hand, raising an eyebrow, a smile tugged at his lips. “Seems like what your father said is totally right — never date a child of family business friend.”

You covered your face with hands. “I don’t know, Pierre. He cheated with a prostitute. I even convinced myself that it could be seen as just a physical thrill — but he will give up his inheritance for marry her. It made me question everything. Am I that bad?”

“No, stop thinking like that.” Pierre's hand grasped yours, staring directly into your eyes.

“He would be the most foolish person I have ever seen. Giving up a girl like you, even FIA would not make such a foolish move.”

You laughed through tears, Pierre wiped away the tears from your cheeks with his fingertips.

“And you know what? These past few days my inner peace has completely collapsed. Break up, yesterday when I got home couldn't find my dildo again —”

You could see Pierre's eyes widen as you spoke. “It's just like the final straw that broke the camel's back.”

“Wow, you call that the last straw. Creative. ” His eyes were wide with disbelief.

“You know that, my boyfriend, no, ex, served as nothing more than a dildo in my life.” Your fingers flicked through your hair impatiently.

“I think you should try mine. They call me the tripod.” Pierre said with a smirk.

“No, we agreed to just be friends. No hooking up. Always keep my promises. ”

Pierre laughed and reclined back comfortably, “I thought you were drunk enough to forget what we agreed upon.”

“Nice try, Pierre Gasly.” You roll your eyes.

“How about this, I will give you a replica of my dick. Then we will not break our promise, but you still can try it.” His expression is very sincere, as if he's just suggesting which car she should buy.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You should say no but the offer was just so tempting. Moreover, that indeed didn't break any rules, right?

“Okay, deal. How can I repay your kindness?”

Your fingertip traced the hand much larger than yours, and you met the pair of blue eyes it belonged to.

“Tell me your thoughts about it, be honestly, okay?” He holds your hand, lifts it, and gently kissed the knuckles.

a race weekend

After receiving a message from you saying “Received the package”, Pierre received a video from an anonymous number a few hours later.

He clicked on it.

You knew you shouldn't do this — but the best way to let Pierre know how you feel about it, of course, to let him see.

You set up the camera to ensure it won't capture anything above your neck. Leaned against the bed, fully clothed.

One of your hands ran down your front, gently caressing your breasts, one hand inside your jeans.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, pulled and lifted it. And then unbuttoned your jeans, pulled them down to you ankles, kicking them off to reveal your panties that were thoroughly soaked with your juices.

You slid your hand inside panties and continued to rub yourself, finger toyed with swollen clit, while reaching underneath the pillow to grab something.

It was a bottle of lube and a brand now dildo - modeled after Pierre’s cock.

You already could feel an unprecedented excitement and thrill without the cock inside you yet.

After putting some lube on the vibrator for an extra wet, your hand wandered in between legs, pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, teased yourself for a few minutes with the tip of the dildo before pushing it inside. It slide along your folds and you moaned faintly from having it brush against your clit.

You slowly slid onto it, feeling Pierre’s cock stretch your cunt. Once the dildo was all the way in, your next moan isn’t quite as soft.

You squealed as you were penetrated by the largest thing to slide into your pussy. Much more than your ex’s.

You rubbed your clit, making yourself more wet. It’s felt right to have it inside of you. you pushed it harder and faster inside yourself, alternating from slow to hard thrusts to imagine how Pierre would fuck you.

Felt it push on your favorite spots, you paused, breathing deeply. You didn’t want to get off that soon.

But your break didn’t last long. You just loved the way the dildo inside you.

You started moving again. Harder. Faster.

You found a new rhythm in your movement.

Every part of your body is on fire, your clit was being hit by every vein at the such perfect speed.

The dildo deepened in your pussy, rubbed across your g-spot you were just about to cum. Your leg started to shiver again and your moaning had filled the whole bedroom, your body was shaking.

You slipped off the dildo, it shone.

As soon as he clicked on the video, Pierre felt grateful that his AirPods were connected to his phone.

However, the headphones were already in his ears. He knew it was definitely you from the moaning sound.

He had a strong grasp on ignoring his urges, and he intended to do just that as he had on most nights when staying with you, but you were testing him.

He didn’t even have to touch himself to get erect.

Thankfully, the journey to paddock was coming to an end, and he had enough time to return to the driver's room to solve the little problem you had brought up.

Pierre reached his room and slammed the door shut, barely managing to lock it.

When he undid his pants, pulled out his hard cock, his hands were shaking like crazy.

He grabbed his phone and opened the video he hadn't watched yet but knew would be his favorite, dropped the phone on his bed and knelt in front of it.

As he was about to stroke his cock, he had a brilliant idea to return your kindness.

Your screen lit up with Pierre's contact image.

Its a video.

The video began with a close-up of Pierre's face, blue eyes as dark as the ocean. He winked at you, leaning over to set up his own laptop.

Then he takes a step back, revealing his sun-kissed skin, well-defined muscles.

Sat back in his chair, he hold his phone in one hand, while the other hand was rubbing himself through the fabric of his pants.

The enticing sounds of your groans pervaded the room. The instant he heard your moaning, desire surged within him.

Releasing himself from his pants, Pierre showed his rock hard, absolutely massive cock to the camera, stroked it playfully while gazing into the lens.

You looked back and forth from Pierre’s face down to his hand currently gripping his thick, veiny cock.

The most captivating cock that you've ever tasted and the most attractive man in the world. You knew he was even more beautiful in person, as was the beautiful cock standing at attention.

“Fuck, mon ange, you're so hot,” Pierre groaned, his voice low and husky. The sight of the way your fingers keeping teasing yourself was overwhelming.

Without breaking the eye contact, Pierre began to slowly stroke his cock in front of the camera.

His hips twitched as he imagined the hand being, not his own, but that of you.

He wanted those soft hands wrapped around his cock. Would you be rough and impatient? Or would you be slow, methodical, perhaps even teasing?

Pierre’s thumb swiped his glans, the sensitive skin drawing out a gasp. His grip tightened and he started pumping faster. The scene of you fucked yourself with his ran through his body like electricity.

He indulged his thoughts of you.

He started to imagine that he would be make you sweat like this, that he would be the one to explode your beautiful, dripping pussy, that he would be be the one bury his cock deep inside of you as you come over his thick length.

His unconscious moan revealed his thoughts, squeezed his eyes closed and kelp his hand on his cock.

His dick pulsed, and he could felt the semen shooting the his shaft. Pierre threw hid head back and shouted in French as loud as he could, couldn’t be bothered to think about who might hear him.

Finally Pierre dropped his glistening cock, let it lay against his cum-covered abs. His chest rose up and down, dilated pupils showed how good the orgasm felt.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted, depriving him of the opportunity to relish in the peace he so rarely gets.

Pierre jumped off the chair, blowing a kiss towards the camera.

“You know you don't have to record anything for me right? I wasn't actually expecting anything in return.”

“I take my customer service very seriously :) ”

“Thats very nice, I would consider ordering again.”

“I would suggest considering a product that offers a better experience.”

“How about delivery in next Friday?”

“I have a sponsor event. Or would you like to go together?”

“good. I'm sure my stylist has something in your size to match my outfit. And then afterward, you may come home with me and put that product to better use.”

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