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harmony ; 3racha x reader ; one-shot

masterlist.

porn without plot. you want to have some fun and you know exactly which boyfriend can help get it started.

pairing: 3racha/reader content info: sub!reader, dom!changbin, dom!chan, switch!jisung, polyamorous mmfm foursome (so they’re all involved with each other and interact with each other), very enthusiastic consent with an implied red/yellow/green light system (yellow is employed once).  some rough play (esp with changbin), cnc game that reader initiates, face-slapping, choking, dirty talk, pussy eating, double penetration, blow job, all three holes at once, multiple orgasms, jisung having a monster dick for no reason, aftercare.  (technically no mention of birth control but it’s a long established relationship and you can safely assume it’s taken care of.) 

word count: 5255 words.

enjoy <3

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When you want to play – really play – you know where to go. 

Jisung can be an overthinker and Chan is always protective, so they hesitate before getting too rough with you. Changbin, however, never holds back.  You know how to touch him, how to smile that particularly provocative smile, how to bat your eyelashes and invite him to play.  

You are thinking about it when he returns from his work-out, muscles straining in his black tank shirt, body damp with sweat, and looking like pure, unadulterated sex.  Chan and Jisung are huddled around a laptop in the living room, their entrepreneurial endeavours a seemingly endless chore, and they are so engrossed in their work they don’t see you leave. 

You sneak off to your room to change, ditching your shorts and underclothes, slipping into one of Changbin’s old t-shirts and absolutely nothing else.  

You intend to hunt him down after his shower, but it’s Changbin who comes to you.  He ambles casually into your bedroom without knocking, comfortable and relaxed and at home.  You have your own rooms for personal space but you all come and go as you please.

Your room is dimly lit with strings of fairy lights, the bed crowded with pillows and teddy bears, not to mention a big strong boyfriend who makes himself at home.  Changbin is dressed in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair blow-dried soft and fluffy, but body as bulky and powerful as ever. 

“Look at this,” he says, holding out his phone.  A sweater you were eyeing has gone on sale so he sits on your bed and buys it for you without hesitation.   He giggles to himself with all that self-satisfied delight, teasing that he is the best boyfriend and your number one favourite. 

He knows the truest harmony lies among the four of you, together, always, but he likes to tease.

You like to tease back. 

“Be careful, you big bully,” you say, because he plops himself down at the head of the bed, knocking a teddy bear over.  You pick it up and aggressively shove it back into place. 

He quirks an eyebrow, his giggling joviality replaced with a studious expression.  He seems to finally notice what you are wearing, blinking his gaze up and down your body as you rearrange the pillows behind him. 

You bat your eyelashes, all playful innocence.

“Don’t be so serious,” he says.  He deliberately knocks a teddy onto the floor. 

You playfully gasp, bending over with a flourish and flashing him. 

“Ah,” he says, putting his phone on your bedside table.  “It’s like that?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, blinking. 

“Hm,” he says, giving you another quick once-over.  “Okay.”  

Changbin hauls you over his shoulder and wrestles you onto the bed.  He puts you on your back, upside down so your head is near the foot.  He climbs right on top of you, not an inch of muscle budging even when you thud your fists against his firm chest.    

“Binnie,” you say, wriggling underneath him, the t-shirt riding up your thighs.  “You’re crushing me, you big mean brute.” 

“Brute,” he says, laughing.  He grabs your hips and pins you to the mattress.  “Tsk.  You like it like that.” 

“No, I – ah!”

Changbin never hesitates.  He knows you will tell him if you don’t like something.  It’s a game of trust, full of an all encompassing love that boasts such tender affection beneath each action.  Being with Changbin is like being nestled in blankets by a warm fire on a snowy winter’s day.  You are sheltered in the storm, feeling that protection even more keenly because of the dangerous cold.    

Between you, there is nothing but heat. 

He gathers the hem of the t-shirt and shoves it up, past the skin of your tummy, exposing your thighs and all the bare softness between them.  Oh, yes, all softness against his hard body, the thickness of his biceps as he holds you down, his big thighs shoved between your open legs, broad shoulders relentless and ungiving even where you smack him repeatedly. 

“Binnie, be careful,” you say, trying to close your legs around his hips. 

You gasp when he puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast in the cup of his palm. His mean fingers immediately find the stiffening peak, thumb tormenting you while you whine. 

You buck as if you want to throw him off, but he is right where you want him and he knows it.  He knows you, your body like a well-loved instrument, his strong hands drawing every musical gasp and sigh out of you. 

“Where’s your panties, hm?” he asks.  Undeterred by your continuous bucking and writhing, he slides his hands down to your naked hips.  He was slouched half-on top of you but he gets up on his knees now.  He pushes your thighs apart, forcing his hips between them. 

“Shameful,” he says.   He tries to grab your flailing hands to no avail.  You smack his chest and shoulders, dodging the reach of his fingers. 

He smacks your face, a tap hard enough to register the game has really begun, but not so hard to sting for long.  You still gasp, your hands pausing.  It gives him time to work a hand between your open thighs. 

“Ahh—!” 

“Yah, look at you,” he says, rubbing his fingers through your wet pussy without finesse or gentleness.  You twitch every time his knuckle rides over your clit.   “Bad girl,” he says.  “Who are you so wet for?” 

He gives you no time to answer, scooting back to drag you to the middle of the bed. You are still upside down, your pillows and teddies piled behind him, all the dreaminess of your girly lace bedroom in contrast to his stark masculinity.  It makes your whole body thrum with arousal, hot from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head.  You feel him even where he is not touching you.  

Where he is touching you, you burn, heart erratic with anticipation as he squeezes your thighs, as he shoves your hands out of his way, as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy open to his gaze. 

“Ah – Binnie—!”  You get louder.  Your bedroom door is open.  Chan and Jisung might be focussed on their work, but not for long, not if you keep this up.  Still, to speed things along, you scream, “Chan!  Channie!  Ch—hmmph!”

Changbin shoves a pillow in your face, holding it there, smothering you to soften your shrieks.  His other hand is on your thigh – no, slipping higher, a surface touch through all that wet desire.  Then his blunt fingers are inside you.  You moan into the pillow, clenching around the thrust of his fingers.  You get dizzy quickly, partially because of the pillow, partially his skilled hand. 

He abruptly lifts the pillow.  The oxygen goes straight to your head, as intoxicating as a kiss.  You realize you are close to coming already, hiccupping with all that sudden breath as he fucks his fingers into you. 

Changbin is relentless.   You smack his chest but he ignores it, his strong arm keeping a steady momentum.  An orgasm builds and builds, your fingers hooking into his t-shirt for some leverage.  He puts a hand on your belly and holds you down.  He feels so strong and heavy, utterly unmovable, and it makes falling apart so much easier. 

“Didn’t you have something to say to Chan?” he says. 

You gasp and turn your head.  Sure enough, Chan is standing there, watching you.  Changbin does it on purpose, knowing when you are close, so you look at Chan just as the orgasm crests.  

Chan is standing beside the bed, dressed in his basketball shorts and a sleeveless black shirt, a baseball cap over his curly dark hair.   He must have entered the room while the pillow was on your face, and now he is standing there, watching Changbin hold you down and fuck you with his hand. 

“Channie, please—” you say, then you come all over Changbin’s fingers.  You cry out because he keeps tormenting you, thumb shaking back-and-forth across your throbbing clit.  “Ah, Binnie—Channie, please!”

Chan gives Changbin a look, his eyebrow quirked, then he just leans towards the open door and whistles.  It’s a sharp, high whistle, a call to attention. 

“Han,” he says, not even very loud.  Chan never needs to shove or force or yell.  When Chan says come, you come. 

You always obey Chan.  You throw your head back, gasping as you come a second time.  It is so soon after the first orgasm that it feels like one long, rolling wave.  It continues to shudder through you, even after Changbin slips his hand out. 

The shirt is still shoved up your tummy, soft skin and wet pussy on display.   Chan does not look away, reaching blindly behind himself for your desk chair.  He yanks it closer to the bed and plops down, taking off his cap and tossing it on the floor.   He is bare-faced, expression so open and honest, but a hunger in his eyes that darkens his whole face. 

Changbin just looks giddy.  You look at him as he giggles, that funny little chortle leaving that buff body.  Then you realize he is rolling his sweatpants down. 

“Channie!” you yelp, shrieking and twisting while Changbin licks his palm and strokes his cock, his other hand effortlessly holding you down. 

Chan slouches in the chair.  He props an elbow on the arm-rest and puts his chin in his palm.  His other hand slips under the waistband of his shorts. 

“Careful, baby,” Chan says, seconds before Changbin smacks you again.  It is within your limit, but still enough to turn your head on impact.

Like before, it breaks your concentration, and Changbin takes the opportunity to grab your hips, line up, and shove his cock inside you.  Chan and Jisung always give you a minute to adjust, the size of a hard cock definitely different from fingers, but Changbin never waits.  Even while you wince and complain, he fucks you through it, gripping your hips hard and ignoring your hands pushing against his chest. 

“Too much, Binnie,” you say, even though the sting is quickly passing.  You’re so wet and it makes it easy for him to fuck you.  It even sounds messy, every thrust opening you up, getting you even wetter, the bed creaking as he pulls you onto his cock over and over. 

You look over at Chan who is still watching, the shape of his hand and his dick so clear through the material of his shorts as he fists his cock slowly. 

You hiccup as Changbin switches from long, deep strokes to short, pounding ones. 

At which point Jisung finally walks in, yapping about work, saying, “I was thinking we could postpone the meeting to Monday and—oh, hi, WHAAAT, we’re having sex in here?  All right, man, okay, that’s cool, all right, what’s up.”   

Oh, your sweet Jisung.  He is also in house clothes, black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, dark hair feathering through his fingers as he runs his hand through it.  He walks further into the room, kicking the door closed behind himself for no reason.  His attention is firmly fixed on you, holding your gaze while Changbin fucks you.  The unmoving intensity of those big brown eyes leaves you tingling, a swoop in your belly that feels as thorough as a good fuck.  It crashes into the feeling of Changbin inside you, makes your whole body get tight so Changbin groans and curses. 

“Oh,” is all you can say.  You cover your face with both hands, gasping when Changbin goes back to longer, deeper thrusts. 

“Heyyy, baby, why are you hiding?” Jisung says in his sweetest voice. 

You hear him approaching, even above the sound of you getting fucked, above Changbin’s little grunts, above Chan cursing.   You feel the dip of the mattress when Jisung climbs up on the bed, sitting near your head.  Then his hands are on your wrists, prying them away from your face.   You try to wrestle them back but he holds them calmly, his own arms boasting a subtle musculature as he pins your hands to the mattress to stop you from moving. 

“Yes,” Changbin says.  “Like that.  Come on.” 

“Jisungie,” you whine, looking down at where Changbin is driving into you, feeling each thrust deeper than your pussy, all the way up to your throat.  You tip your head back, looking at Jisung upside down. 

He leans down, his hair swooping forward, tickling your face as he kisses your forehead and temple. 

“It’s okay, baby,” he says.  Despite his soft voice, he does not lighten his grip, your hands still locked in place.  “Does it hurt?” he asks, wide-eyed. 

“Mmm,” you say, nodding, even while shuddering with so much pleasure that a tear spills down your cheek. 

“Aww,” he says, licking that tear track, making every nerve spasm.  “You’re so cute, baby.” 

“She gets tighter when you choke her,” Chan says.

“Awww,” Jisung says.   He releases one hand to reach for you.  He wraps his fingers delicately around your throat, not even squeezing at first, just a caress as his hand curls around you. 

Your adrenaline naturally peaks, body clenching, just like Chan said.  Changbin groans his satisfaction and Jisung tightens his grip, keeping you pinned by the throat while Changbin goes still, coming inside you. 

“Fuck,” Chan says. 

Jisung releases your throat and you suck in a shaky breath.  It is interrupted when Jisung swoops in, kissing your lips upside down.  You squirm under the confusing messiness of his open mouth at this angle. 

He comes up with a breath, one as shaky as your own, ravished from a kiss.  He runs his hand through his hair and nods to Changbin, saying, “Turn her around.” 

Two pairs of hands find you, manhandling you so easily between them.  You yelp, startled by the movement, as they lift you up and turn you around so your head is in Changbin’s lap and Jisung is now the one between your legs. 

Changbin hoists you into his arms, holds you in the cradle of his bicep as Jisung lays down between your open legs. 

This is one area that Jisung never hesitates to indulge, his open mouth descending on your pussy with ravenous excitement. 

You are so, so sensitive down there, almost numb beneath the first few searching swipes. 

He presses his whole mouth there, moaning as he sucks on your clit then licks up and down, back and forth, around and around.  His tongue rubs where Changbin just came, circling your sensitive hole, pressing there then licking back up to your already throbbing clit. 

“Can’t come again,” you say, not entirely sure if it comes out coherent because your eyes are closed and your brain feels fuzzy.   

He answers with a hum.  He does not seem to be eating you out with the intention of making you come, but purely for his own pleasure as he sucks and licks and tastes.  Despite that – and despite your words – you feel a tightening in your belly, a dull throb that feels too feels too deep to reach. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin says when you start to writhe, his big arm wrapped around your neck, holding you tight to his beating heart. 

The thud of that heart, the relentless flick of Jisung’s tongue, and Chan’s approving nod makes your thighs press around Jisung’s head. 

“Oh—” is your last word before you come again, bucking hard against Jisung’s face.  You gasp and cling to Changbin’s arm. 

Jisung keeps licking at you, not relenting until your gasping whine is more of a scream.   Then he kisses your thighs and hips before pushing himself up onto his knees. 

He and Changbin wordlessly work together, sitting you upright to remove your only article of clothing.   Both pairs of hands find you again, touching and groping and stimulating everywhere. 

You shudder under all the sensation, eyes closing, rocking against nothing.  You are desperate to close your legs to relieve the tension, but Jisung is kneeling between them.  Fortunately, he knows you well, his hand sliding down there, fingers finding you, curling into you. 

“You’re soo wet, baby, it’s embarrassing,” he says.  “You need it that bad?” 

He is still using his sweetest voice, like he doesn’t know he is about to utterly wreck your shit.  Because Jisung always does without very much effort, simply by effect of having the biggest dick you have ever taken.   It is part of the reason you usually can’t start with him, or why he takes his time when you do, because it is an aching endeavour whenever he tries to fit all that inside you. 

Even the bulge in his shorts is obscene, the material rubbing against your thighs.  He brings your hand to that bulge and groans when you squeeze it, saying, “That’s it, that’s it—”

He leans over you.  It sounds like he and Changbin might be kissing above your head, sloppily at that.  Jisung is probably shoving his tongue into Changbin’s mouth, the same tongue that was just inside you as it licked up the mess that Changbin made.   

They press you between their bodies in an envelope of desire, utterly dominating your senses.  Changbin smells like his shampoo, a deep scent like mahogany, while Jisung tends to douse himself in cologne, faded now at the end of the day but still a rich, expensive smell.  Beneath all that is that simple sweat, bodies getting worked up, raw sex overwhelming all those other scents. 

You breathe them in, whimpering because you are pressed so tightly between them. You can feel Jisung twitching in your hand and Changbin beginning to stiffen again at your backside. 

 There is a wet pop and a shared gasp when they stop kissing.  Jisung grabs your face and pulls you up, his mouth hot when it claims yours, that stupidly talented mouth making you crazy. 

“Hold her,” Jisung says, speaking against your lips while guiding Changbin’s hands.  Jisung grabs your thighs and pushes them up, not quite folding you in half but almost there.  He knows you need to be open to take him.  Even then, you are already clenching, fluttering around nothing in anticipation.

Changbin holds your thighs back, hands pressed under the curve of your knee.  Jisung hastily shoves his shorts down his thighs, leaving them gathered at the knee.   He touches you and uses your desire to wet his dick, frantically jerking it as if it is not already intimidatingly hard and ready. 

“Jisungie,” you say, already whining, wiping an embarrassing spot of drool as it spills over your bottom lip.  Your body is so eager that it thunders out of control, clenching around nothing, and you can’t seem to stop it.   

Jisung is so mean, just using his fingertip for a second, circling your fluttering hole.  You try kicking him but your ankle manages little more than a flick, your legs trapped in Changbin’s hold. 

“Sorry,” Jisung says, giggling and obviously unapologetic.  He flicks your pouting bottom lip before finally putting the tip of his dick at your entrance. 

The first little bit is always fine.  It feels good to be full, your body needing him, pulling him in.  He rocks back and forth a little, pushing an inch then another, and that’s when your body realizes how much there is, clenching and stretching and burning as he pushes in.   

He goes slow, his whining mouth against your throat.  But then Chan sits on the edge of the bed and touches his back.  He bottoms out quickly and you squeak, eyes closed and breath coming fast. 

You hear Chan say, “Take it off.”   Confused, you blink your eyes open.  Chan is talking to Jisung, tugging his shirt up his back. 

Jisung groans but complies, tugging it over his head with one hand.  The few seconds give you a precious moment to adjust, barely enough before he comes back and starts to fuck you with short, rolling thrusts.   You think Chan is getting Jisung’s shorts out of the way given the jerky way Jisung moves on top of you, but then you are skin to skin with no obstruction. 

“Mmph, yellow – legs,” you say, breaking only briefly to prevent a cramp in your thighs.  Changbin is quick to smooth you out, helping reposition you more comfortably.  

You sprawl flat on your back as Changbin moves away, wrapping your legs around Jisung’s waist without any hindrance.  He holds himself above you, alternatively muttering expletives and cooing sweet nothings at you. 

Changbin sits on one side, Chan the other, both fully clothed despite the obvious strain below their waistbands.  It reminds you a little of the time Changbin topped Jisung while Chan fucked you, the pair of you kissing and touching between them the entire time.   

Today is a little different.  You are at the centre of it all, Jisung inside you, Chan’s hand on your chest and Changbin’s fingers circling your mouth.   You take those fingers when prompted, sucking dutifully, batting your eyelashes up at him while he softly finger-fucks your mouth. 

Chan’s fingers join him, touching your lip.  You open your mouth wider and drool messily around the intrusion. 

“Fuck,” Chan says.  He rips his hand back in sudden needy haste.  “Turn over,” he demands, smacking Jisung on the ass. 

It makes Jisung yelp but he complies.  With some help from Changbin, you roll over until Jisung is on his back and you are on top of him.  Changbin kneels upright too, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, tongue penetrating your mouth as Jisung holds your hips and thrusts up into you. 

Chan grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place while Changbin kisses you.  Chan’s other hand runs down your front, tweaking a nipple and making you mewl into Changbin’s mouth.  You are more panting than kissing by the time Chan’s fingers reach your pussy. 

Jisung slows down just a little, out of breath and whimpering as you clench around him.  This angle makes him feel stupidly deep, your eyes rolling back.  He makes a few small, jerky movements, not even a deep thrust, and it still feels like he his hitting your heart. 

Chan joins the kiss with Changbin.  You are not even sure who is kissing you, just that it is one or the other, back and forth until you are dizzy.  You know it is Chan’s fingers between your legs, the unmistakable pattern of his deft, familiar stroke making you spiral towards another orgasm. 

“Oh, god, she’s – she’s—” Jisung says, squeezing your hips, going still for a minute to stop himself from coming when you do.  He is breathing as hard as you. 

You look down at Jisung, holding eye contact while you come hard on Chan’s fingers. Chan and Changbin are each sucking a bruise into either side of your neck. 

“Fuck,” you say in a watery voice, thighs shaking, hands on Jisung’s abdomen as you lean forward. 

“That’s it,” Chan says, kissing your throat sweetly while Changbin bites you meanly.  Both of them swipe their tongue across the mark they leave behind.  “Jisung,” Chan says, a demand without further explanation.

“Fuck, I know,” Jisung says, slowly moving his hips again. 

It is so quick off your orgasm, it makes aftershocks move through your whole body.  You are a livewire, making every ridiculous sound possible as Jisung fucks you, Changbin kisses you, and Chan gets up behind you. 

Chan runs his hands down your sides, gently bending you forward until you are chest to chest with Jisung. 

“Yup, just like that,” Chan says, rubbing the base of your spine then lower.  His hands cup the curve of your ass, squeezing, tilting your hips just so.  It gives him a good view of Jisung’s cock moving in and out of you, no doubt obscenely wet and messy, as well as exposing the smaller hole in your ass as he spreads you open. 

“Changbin,” Chan says, still with that same confident assurance he will be obeyed no matter what, “Pass me the lube. Bedside drawer.” 

As if you were not already sensitive enough, just hearing those words makes everything clench, which makes Jisung fuck you harder, which makes some place inside you that is so unbelievably soft and tender start to ache. 

“Ah, that sound,” Changbin says when your moans turn to high-pitched whimpers.  He pats the back of your head and reaches for the bedside table. 

After a bit of rustling, he tosses the lube at Chan who catches it easily. 

“One second,” Changbin says while Chan uncaps it.  “She’s gonna come again.  Big one, isn’t it, yes?” 

The fact he knows before you do is a testament to how closely he watches you, how well he knows you.  He is completely right, of course, as Jisung repeatedly pounds into some squishy, vulnerable part of you, so deep and so tender.  You are not sure your clit would even respond if someone tried to touch it, but they don’t need to.   It is enough that Jisung is hitting that place again and again. 

You come with a scream, literally gushing around Jisung as you come.  It takes everything in his willpower not to come, nonsensically begging Changbin to help so he doesn’t finish.  Changbin just grabs him by the throat, much harder than Jisung grabbed you, making Jisung choke out a strangled gasp immediately.  It works, though, as Jisung goes still but stays hard, letting you rock desperately on top of him as your orgasm seems to last ages. 

When it finishes, you are completely boneless.  You slump onto Jisung who takes a breath when Changbin lets go. 

“All right,” Changbin says, smacking your ass.  You hear him kiss Chan quickly.   “Your turn.”

It is a good thing you feel so willowy; it makes it easy for Chan to open you up on his slick fingers.  The few times you have done this, it always took forever, which was fun in its own way, but today it is so easy.  He slides a finger right in, then another, hardly any obstruction as your body surrenders so completely to your boyfriends.

“You gonna take it okay, baby?” Jisung asks, his hands on your sides, holding you steady. 

You look up at him, nodding, and open your mouth with a whine.  He understands, lifting his head, meeting you in a messy, lazy kiss while he rocks slowly inside you.   The kiss only breaks when Chan replaces his fingers with his cock, reigniting every spark in your over sensitized body.  

“Ugh, god,” Jisung says, barely above a breath as he pants against your mouth.  “He’s inside you, baby?” 

You don’t answer because he can probably feel it when Chan is fully inside you.  It takes a second for them to calibrate, find a rhythm that works.   You are not sure if you are more impressed with yourself for taking it so easily this time, or impressed that Jisung has lasted this long and is still coherent enough to keep a steady rhythm. 

“Changbin,” you say, his name a moan on your lips.  You need to feel him too, his hand on your back not nearly enough. 

“Go,” Chan says, groaning, your hips in his hands as he fucks you.  “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he says.  “Isn’t our girl so good for us?” 

Changbin and Jisung basically just grunt in reply, affirmative but irrevocably distracted. 

Changbin kneels near your head, rubbing the back of your neck and gently guiding you to turn your face.  Jisung swears when you open your mouth, a bit of spit drooling past his own lips as he watches you take Changbin’s cock past your lips.   You mostly just lay there with your mouth open, letting him fuck it rather than really blowing him, but there are no complaints. 

Chan squeezes your ass, a gentle knead that just makes you feel more open, stretched to your absolute limits, so full that you do not know how you will ever be happy without them all inside you.  

It reinvigorates you.  You find strength in your arm and use it to touch Changbin, fist circling where your mouth does not reach.  You get him off first but Chan follows quickly, muttering things like you, tight, perfect, baby, baby, baby.

“Oh god,” Jisung says, somehow still holding out.  When Chan slips out, it gives Jisung slightly more leverage.  He pushes himself upright, letting you slump in his arms and cling to him while he fucks up into you with quick, desperate little uh-uh-uhs. 

Finally, he comes, your name melting into a moan as he buries his face in your neck, mouth open where Changbin left his bitemark. 

They surround you after that and you hum happily, letting them pass you from one pair of arms to the next.  Jisung flops back, running his hands through his hair and catching his breath.  Changbin is there with a cloth of some kind – you think it might be Jisung’s shirt, but Jisung is way past caring – and he gives you a quick and gentle wipe-down while kissing your sleepy brow. 

“I should buy you sweaters more often,” Changbin says, giggling. 

It makes you snort with laughter, blinking up at him with a grin.  “Was gonna fuck you anyway, dummy,” you say. 

“In that case, I’ll buy you another one right now.” 

You giggle when he rubs his nose against yours in a cute little nose-kiss, eyes crinkling with an affectionate smile. 

“Mm, c’mere, sleepy,” Chan says, rightfully as you are still mostly slumped in his arms.  You manage to string an arm around his neck as he scoops you off the bed and holds you against his chest.

You are still a little dazed from so much sensation.   You let your boys take care of you.  After some quick inspection and care, you are plunked in a bath with Jisung to clean and decompress while the other two go strip and re-make the bed. 

Jisung kisses your face while helping you wash, his careful hands and the hot water soothing every achy limb. 

“Totally worth it,” you say, head under his chin, eyes closed and sighing contently. 

Changbin comes to help you out.  By then, you are bright-eyed, sore but in a way that makes you alive.  You feel clean and fresh and loved, bundled up in a robe and then carried off in Changbin’s arms to the living room where food, a comfy couch, and Chan is waiting. 

Jisung joins a moment later.  The laptop is long since closed and utterly forgotten, the four of you snuggling up in a big blanket.  Chan has an arm slung across the back of the couch, your head on his chest, Changbin’s arm around your middle, and Jisung half-asleep where heis  slumped against Changbin. 

“Round two?” Jisung asks then promptly yawns, making you laugh as Changbin playfully smacks him and Chan just sighs an amused sigh. 

Taking the cue from Jisung’s yawn, you close your eyes and snuggle down. 

“Love you,” you say, drifting off to each of them saying it back.  You know one of them will carry you to bed eventually, so you let yourself drift into sleep, safe and warm, happiest when you are all together, just like this, the four of you always in perfect harmony. 

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⋆｡°✩𓅨 sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇ - ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ 𓅨✩°｡⋆

female!reader x teacher!will graham

word count: 765

contents: 18+, age gap, small CNC, loss of virginity

You were sat in the back of the classroom. Your eyes were trained on the paper in front of you as you jotted down your notes. As your pen dragged across the page you felt eyes on you. You lifted your head to look around and the only person who was staring was Will Graham. Before you knew it the bell rang loudly letting you know class was out. You began collecting your things until you felt someone's presence in front of you, your eyes trailed up to meet Will’s gaze. 

“ I need you to stay after class, ” his voice was sultry and low as he stared down at you. 

“ Okay- is there a reason? ”

Will didn’t bother to answer as the last few students trickled out before he locked the door. He motioned for you to come join him at his desk, his eyes had a predatory gaze while they remained locked on yours. The whole interaction was putting you on edge as you stood in front of his desk. Will rose slowly from his seat before standing behind you placing his hands on your hips. 

“ I’ve seen you staring at me. I’ve heard you talk about me to your friends, I know you want this. ”

Your cheeks were flushed red as you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck. Goosebumps covered your body as his hands trailed down under your skirt. His fingers were pressing against your panties before pushing them to the side. You knew this was wrong, you knew he was twice your age but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. The way he touched you was like nothing you’d ever felt before. His fingers stretched you perfectly as they pumped in and out of your tight cunt. His lips were trailing small kisses up and down your neck as he moved his fingers faster. He could feel you growing wetter as soft moans fell past your lips. Will could feel you nearing your release as his fingers were becoming drenched and your moans grew louder. Before you could finish he tore his fingers out of you eliciting a disappointed whine to leave your mouth.

“ I was so close, why did you stop? ”

“ I knew you were princess, so bend over my desk. ”

You felt a bit confused but decided to listen anyway. You leaned over so you were bent over the wooden desk with your ass pressed against his crotch. You heard the sound of his belt hitting the tiled floor under your feet. His pants followed soon after before he lined his cock with your entrance.

“ You a virgin princess? ”

You nodded in response as the head of his cock was prodding at your entrance. 

“ You want me to be your first, you’re gonna have my cock and only mine. ” 

His words were soft but stern as he slowly pushed into you. His cock was girthy and long; it made the stretch a bit painful as he gripped your hips. He never slowed as he pushed into you even when soft whimpers and pained moans fell from your lips. 

“ Taking me so well, does it feel good? ”

A whine fell from your lips in response as you began to adjust. HIs thrusts were slow at first until they began to speed up. One of his hands released your hip as he grabbed onto your hair yanking you up. He pressed you against him as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon. Moans fell shamelessly past your lips as your head rested on his shoulder. He watched as you began to fall apart in his arms. He could feel your legs giving out from under you as his thrusts grew more brutal. You begged him to slow down telling him it was too much for you, but your pleas went unanswered. A loud moan was leaving your lips before Will slapped a hand over your mouth. 

“ You don’t want to get us caught, so be a good girl and keep your mouth shut. ”

He grasped your face roughly slamming his lips against yours to keep you silent while you came around his thick cock. He could feel your cum dripping down his cock while he slammed into you. His cum came spurting out moments after you came. His arms wrapped around your waist as his thrusts slowed before finally stopping. He withdrew from you watching as your cum mixed with his while dripping down your plush thighs. You and him both knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[wetfungi]

//CNC. INVOLVES R**E. SCROLL AWAY IF NOT YOUR THING//

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I think it'd be so hot if I had a partner wanna try letting me be a toy for someone else. We rent a hotel room and we either find someone at a local hangout spot or on grindr or something. The plan is that the partner would be in the bathroom, listening to the interaction between me and the stranger to make sure nothing gets out of hand... but they get bored.

Once the stranger comes to the hotel room, they'd see a bunch of sex toys on the dresser, ready to use on me. I'm blindfolded sitting naked on the bed (previously told not to move until told otherwise). I hear the bathroom door open for a second, the partner tells the stranger "we already discussed what he's into, have any questions I'll be in here, if he acts up, let me know. Remember though, no anal, okay have a good time!" I hear the stranger agree and I can feel my tdick twitch in anticipation. The stranger comes near me while I hear the bathroom door lock.

The stranger is sweet at first. They just bend down to kiss me. Then they gently maneuver me so I'm laying down, climb on top of me, and start really making out.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, the partner gets bored, puts earbuds in, and completely zones out to some music.

The stranger takes a second to climb off of me, (I don't know why at this point) they go and hear very soft mumbled music coming from the bathroom (the music must be absolutely loud in the earbuds then) they knock at the door and no answer. They laugh.

They come back to me. Asks if I can flip around so they can smack my ass a little. I oblige but I wonder why they laughed at the bathroom door. (I couldn't tell if it was open or not bc I'm still blindfolded) I ask, "what was so funny over there?"

They mount me from the back, something hard laying on my ass and lean down to whisper in my ear.

"It's funny that your partner doesn't care enough about you and that they got so bored of us, they put music on. So now they're not gonna hear your muffled screams while I rape your tight fucking ass."

They shove my face into the mattress, pin my hands above my head, and begin to rape me. They were right, my partner didn't come out of the bathroom at all.

After they feel done with me, they tell me that if I say anything happened to my partner, they're gonna rape them, so I don't say anything.

My partner continues to rent the hotel room out almost every weekend. I'm blindfolded everytime. I get something shoved in my ass everytime. Remembering that if I even try and ask for help, I'll be putting my partner in danger.

I don't even ever find out that the stranger has been getting my partner to rape me as well.

[depravedangelbaby]

Oh cool! I was thinking about telling you about the forest walk I wanna take you on! ~ (Fair warning it gets into some pain/impact and cnc stuff in the back end!)

I reckon we drive out into the country somewhere, near a swimming hole but away from where people congregate. Pack a bunch of water. We pull off the road into the trees and get out, I tell you to get naked, and I put your leash & collar on you. Then I put on your puppy ears, your chew-toy gag, and I bend you over in the backseat to gently slip in your tail plug. Good dog!

Because I'm feeling nice I'll let you walk on your feet, but I'll bind up your hands so that when we stop regularly for water I have to move your gag, tilt your head back, and tip the bottle up to your mouth myself. We get further and further from where you could hear people playing in the water, and your bare feet are starting to get tired from walking on the dirt path. You're starting to whine and bounce around looking for a place to pee, but every time you try to stop, I jerk your leash and keep walking. Eventually I turn off of the path, and after a thankfully short distance spent trudging painfully through the underbrush, the woods open to a small clearing, bare but for a few young trees. Your leash is fairly long- you're a good puppy and I don't have to worry about you misbehaving- and after securing it to a fork in an overhanging branch, I free your forepaws. You can comfortably go to all fours, which I instruct you to do, and find you have a small range of movement allowed by the leash. You paw ineffectually at your collar and gag; this is how you show me that you could remove them if you wanted. I move the gag once more to pour water into your mouth, and I ask you if you know what the safeword is. You nod excitedly and bark once. Good dog. I replace the gag and take off my belt. You still need to pee.

I command you to present. You put your ass in the air and wag your tail enthusiastically, and I can see how wet you are already - or maybe you're leaking a bit. Good dog! Without any more warning, I belt you one time, causing you to yelp into your gag. You move to jump away from me, but I command you to stay, and you do. Good dog. I reach around with my free hand to grab your left breast, and you whine as I squeeze it hard enough that you can feel where my fingertips will leave bruises. I command you again to present, and you do. Good dog. "Stay," I say, and I belt you again, hard on the ass. I keep going, over and over, and the breast I grabbed is sore as you push into the ground wincing away from me, but I can barely hear you moaning for the sound of leather on flesh. Abruptly, I stop, instructing you to stay, and I kiss your warm, red, quickly darkening ass cheek. "Good dog," I say, and I kiss it again, and run my tongue over it, and sink my teeth into it, and you moan, partially because it aches, and partially because you can feel my breath on your pussy. Your inner thighs are wet, and again, I can't tell the source - I remember again that you still need to pee.

I tell you to sit up, and you sit back on your feet, thrusting your chest forward. Good dog. Your face and chest are lightly dusted with dirt and leaves, as is your hair where it was pinned underneath. I gently brush off the same breast I grabbed before, only to slap it, hard. "You like this?" I ask, hitting you again. "You like being treated like a dog?" You can only bark. "That's disgusting," I say, but I'm smiling. I grab your nipple and slowly pull it as far as I can, squeezing until you cry out in pain. I reward you with another slap on your tit, and a few more for the other. "Good dog!"

I walk over to the bag to get another water bottle, and when I come back I can see your leg shaking. Your face and chest are red. I move your gag and tip the bottle up to your lips, and your bladder aches. Suddenly I squeeze the bottle, flooding your mouth and causing you to cough water all over yourself. "Oh, you wanted to wear it instead?" I ask, splashing more water in your face. "Is this what you wanted? To be a dirty little puppy?" I continue splashing you and striking your bruised, aching breasts, ignoring your yelps and cries, until at last you let go and piss all over yourself. It runs down your shaking, dirty legs as you sink to your knees, further wetting the now-muddy ground at your feet. Taken by the sight of you streaked with mud, piss, and tears, I pull out my cock and piss on you too, twigs and leaves running off your body in a warm stream.

And then, once I've let you off your leash and we've done a quick rinse off, we can walk back to the swimming hole now that everyone's gone home, bathe properly, and fuck on the riverbank 💖 - a longtime admirer

hmmmph. awruff ruff!!!! awroooo!!!!!!! wagging my tail n whimpering at this 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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[fancyzz]

Lord so help me - Rafe Cameron

Warnings: smut, dark!rafe, toxic relationship, angry sex, you both being toxic, jealously!rafe, manipulation. Talks of pregnancy. CNC

(This is for @blueicequeen19)

Another party another plan to make Rafe Cameron jealous. After last night he really pissed me off he went straight home after telling me he would come see me, if I don’t get his attention there’s plenty of other people I can get it from.

*at the party*

I walk into the kook house in my satin red dress Rafe had bought for me and told me to only wear it when we go on dates no where else.. well here I am doing what he told me not to do. I walk around through the crowd of sweaty, waisted teens. I haven’t spotted him yet but we all know he’ll be here.. it’s a kook party, he’s the fucking drug lord. I go over to the drinks and see one of Rafes closest friends… Topper.

“Hey top!” I say with a big fake smile. “Hey there y/n/n how are you?!” He yelled over the music. “I’m doin good” I say walking closer to him. I was quite short so everyone stood over me. I look up at him with doe eyes, “what is there to drink?” I said flirting. It was already working. I caught Topper staring at my tits and his cheeks were a bright shade of red not to mention his hands were draped over his crotch. I knew all of Rafes friends had a thing for me that’s why he won’t let me near then and vice versa. “B-Basically everything..” he stuttered. “Vodka?” I asked sweetly, “Mhm..” “I’ll take some.” He nods and gulps getting me a cup of vodka. I take the cup and take a few sips looking up at him of course he’s biting his lip looking straight down my dress.. yes it was working. He quickly looked away when he did I spilt some vodka down my chest. “Shit” I said making him turn his head back to me. “O-oh shit” he said grabbing some napkins from the counter wiping my chest and right over my tits causing him to get more red. Every thing was working.

“Thanks Top-“ I stopped talking when I felt a firm grip on my waist. It was Rafe I know his hand from anyone also the grip tightened not only was it Rafe. It was pissed off Rafe.. jealous Rafe.

Topper looked up at Rafe and stopped wiping my chest, “I-I I sh-should g-get going” he said nervously. “Yeah i think so.” Rafe said stern but angry. Topper walked off not saying goodbye or anything. I try to turn around to Rafe but he keeps his grip on me making me stay facing away. “This for last night?” He said. “I don’t know what you mea-“ “you know exactly what I mean” okay he was mad mad what the hell am I supposed to do know he won’t let me even look at him.

“What did I tell you when I bought this dress”

“Not to wear it anywhere else except our dates”

“Mhm, and I don’t recall picking your ass up and taking you to a nice place”

“Rafe-“

“Talk again with out my permission and I’ll bend you over this counter and fuck you in front of everyone do you understand?.. speak.”

“Y-yes”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy���

With a dark, low chuckle he spoke again “you’re gonna be by my side this whole night. I have business to finish and you aren’t going to act out, speak to anyone, or look at anyone do you understand?” I nod. “Don’t even think about getting your way tonight because you done pissed me off I don’t think you deserve to cum for a week. But, I’ll think about it. You are not to let go of me at all for the rest of the time being. Repeat.”

“I’m not allowed to let go of you for the rest of the night”

“Come on” he said walking off through the crowd keeping his grip on me.

We got to the sofa where a few of Rafes friends sat. Rafe sat down in the chair and put me on his left leg taking his jacket off and gives it to me. “Put it on” he said not even looking at me. I obeyed.

I sat there holding onto his arm and looked at the ground for about 30-45 minutes before he told me to get up. After I got up he got up right behind me and motioned me to the door. Once we got outside we made it to his truck he opened my door and I climbed in without a word. He got in on the drivers side and drove off. The ride home was silent he didn’t even put the radio on. He took a turn into the corner store getting out without a word. After five minutes he comes back into the car with a sack, I couldn’t tell what he had bought because he put it in the back seat before I could see. After he did so he started the car and drove to his house. We got to his house and walked inside.

“Go to the bedroom and sit on the bed” he told me before walking back outside to the car I nodded and went to his and sat down on the bed.. so god help me I was scared shitless he’s never been this quiet. He walked in and shut the door locking it. My heartbeat sped up by the second, what was he gonna do?

“Am I not enough for you?” He said walking to the bed. “Do I not please you? Mh? Is that it? Is my dick so small you have to go to my friends” he finally looked at me he was tearing up, that doesn’t happen much.

“No Rafey I just-“

“Just what? Wanna go fuck my friends?” He sniffles “after everything I do for you, y-you do this”

“Rafe baby it’s not like that” I say standing to my feet.

“It is isn’t it!?” He said pushing me back down onto the bed getting on top of me. “Huh?! Tell what the hell it is! Why are you doing this to me!? You see how upset I am right now?!”

“I-I-“

“You what?! Mh?! You’re sorry? YOURE SORRY?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE GONNA SAY?!” He yelled pushing my dress up pulling my thong off.

“Rafe I didn’t mean to!” I scream back

“Oh you didn’t mean to?!” He replied taking his belt off pulling his jeans off along with his Calvin underwear. “You’re always a fucking slutty brat you know that?!” He yells in my face pushing his dick into me roughly making me scream in response.

I try to grip onto something but his one hand has both of my wrist pinned down onto the bed.

“Such a fucking slut going after Topper, my best friend huh?! What did you want him to do? Fuck you like I can!? Because no one will ever fuck you the way I can! You wanna leave me?! Good job trying when you’re pregnant with my kid. No one wants a pregnant slut!”

I cry at the overwhelming pain and pleaser he’s never fucked me this hard or this fast. It took me a minute to realize what he said.

“Rafe no! I ca- I can’t get pregnant!”

“Oh you can and you will. I’ll make you carry around our child to make sure you don’t fuck up and sleep with someone else”

“I-IM SOR-“ a loud moan cuts me off I can’t hold back anymore, I was a screaming mess as his hips collided with mine surly leaving me sore and bruised for a while.

“You’re sorry? Yeah well you’ll be real sorry having to carry a child with you through collage mh?” He grips my jaw making me look at him. “You’re gonna watch me cum deep inside you”

With that being said he rams his waist harder but slowing his pace and looks me in the eye as he comes undone inside me, his mouth agape groaning as he grips onto my body harder causing me to cum right after him.

He collapses on top of me lightening his grip but staying inside me breathing heavily against my neck.

I sobbed as he laid on top of me, I was scared Rafe just came inside me with out a condom I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.

“What’s the problem?” He said onto my neck

“Y-you came i-in me”

“Mhm”

“I-I can’t g-get pregnant, I-I’m not ready”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you did what you did” he replied casually

“R-Rafe I-I’m s-orry, I-I won-t do it ag-again” I cried harder

“Promise?”

I nod sniffling and watching as he raised up leaning over to his side table which had a drawer connected to it reaching into the drawer pulling out a small box.

“You see this, it’s plan b, you’re gonna take it as soon as you wake up tomorrow”

That son of a bitch had me scared shitless thinking he just got me pregnant.

“This is the only time I’m getting it for you in a situation like this, do this again and I won’t give you any plan b got it?”

I nod and hugs him scared but happy that I wasn’t going to become a mom just yet.

Rafe finally pulls out of me causing us both to let out a small moan. “Get some rest” he said after turning the lamp off and wrapping his arm around my body pulling me into him.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Whiskey’s Best Girl (Part 3 of the “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” mini-series)

Part 1, Whiskey’s Bad Girl | Part 2, Whiskey’s Good Girl | Part 3, Whiskey's Best Girl

So this is a whole thing now, LOL. I whipped up “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” on a whim for my @quica-quica-quica and it took on a life of its own! I ain’t mad though, this was so fun to write!

Word count: 1900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: consensual non-consent/CNC; dom/sub dynamics; use of “Sir” by Reader; demeaning/degrading language from Whiskey directed at reader (use of “girl”/”girlie” as nickname; use of “good girl”/”bad girl”); mature and vulgar language; mentions of lingerie/thong/bra; mentions of makeup/mascara/red lipstick; mentions of black high heels; use of wrist/ankle restraints/F receiving; use of a vibrator/F receiving; oral sex/F receiving; overstimulation/F receiving; nipple play/F receiving; clothed Whiskey/naked Reader; no aftercare scene

“Sit.” Whiskey walked you back to the bed and made you sit on the edge. He leaned down and looked deep into your eyes as he cupped your chin. “You got your safe word, right girlie?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Jack pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, and then gave you a deep and urgent kiss, delving his warm tongue into your mouth. He pulled away with a hum of satisfaction.

“Now lie down for me, sugar. I wanna give my good girl her reward.”

You lay back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge, feet resting on the fuzzy area rug next to the bed. You turned your head and watched Jack cross to the bedside table and reach into the drawer for several bundles of silky black bondage rope and your vibrator.

He came back to the bed and sat on the edge near your head, “Hands.” A command, that deep voice matching his dark brown eyes.

You held your hands up and watched him wrap each wrist in a wide band of coiled rope, linking both together and leaving six inches of slack between them. He moved to the end of the bed and kneeled down, opening your legs wide.

Whiskey ran his fingers under the legband of your thong and pulled it to one side, then he pressed his face to your mound and flicked his tongue through your warm folds. He hummed in satisfaction, and the vibrations of his deep voice made you moan.

“Oh, my filthy, beautiful girl. You are just so tender and gorgeous tonight. I think you enjoyed your spankings a little too much.” He buried his face deep and worked you over with his tongue, pressing two thick fingers into you and curling them back as he licked. Your hips bucked until he held you down with one large hand placed flat against the front of your hip.

He pulled his face and fingers away and you whined at the absence of him. “You are such a good girl for me. I might have to paddle you more often.”

He reached for the waistband of your lace thong and tucked his fingers under it. “Okay if I pull this off, sugar?”

You chuckled and bit your lip. “You tell me, you’re the one in charge.”

“Oh, that’s right.” He hooked his fingers under the lace at both sides of the waistband and peeled the red lace thong off, then he tucked it in his shirt pocket. He stood.

“Legs up, girlie. High as you can.” You lifted both of your ankles and he grabbed them, bringing your legs up straight with your heels resting on one broad shoulder. He took up another length of the bondage rope and made quick work of it. Like your wrists, Whiskey wrapped and secured a wide cuff of rope around each ankle, leaving about eight inches of rope connecting them.

He hooked one big thumb behind your knee and pushed, bending your knees toward your chest. He curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture, “Gimme your hands.”

You raised them up and watched Jack grab the last length of bondage rope and secure your ankles to your wrists with an X-shape knot. With your knees bent up toward your chest and your arms pulling your ankles back, your cunt was wide open, the tips of your black high heels pointed at the ceiling.

The sight of it all was breathtaking: your sexy black high heels, the rope, your hands bound… and most of all the handsome cowboy who had done it, standing just beyond your feet and grinning at his handiwork. He frowned for a moment and then tapped his lips, looking like he was pondering a problem.

“Hmmm…” he hummed. “Something’s missing.” His face brightened and he reached into his shirt pocket for your red lace thong, then he unfurled it and hung it over the heel of one shoe with a flourish.

“Now you’re pretty as a picture. And I want you to stare at your bad girl panties while I make you scream. You need to remember what a bad girl looks like while I fuck you.”

Your empty pussy clenched at his words and a wordless hum escaped your lips.

“You got that, girlie?”

You tried to catch your breath and get the words out. “Oh yes, sir.”

“Good.” Jack slapped the back of your thigh gently with his palm. He kneeled back down and grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He kept his big hands on you as he dove back down and started devouring you again, lips and tongue working hard against your clit. In no time at all you were bucking against his mouth and moaning, eyes fixed on the sight of your red lace thong hanging from your heel.

Jack put two fingers back in you and started pulling your orgasm from you, each curl and scrape of his fingers adding to the pressure and tingling in your core. You wiggled your hips and whined. Jack reached up with his free hand and found your nipple, twisting and pinching it between his broad fingers. The pressure and the pleasure built and built until you were writhing against his face.

Whiskey didn’t let you off the hook, he simply turned his head to chase your pussy no matter what direction you shifted your hips, making sure that his tongue stayed in contact with you as you writhed and moaned. Little slips of words rushed out from your mouth, ragged scraps of language that made no sense.

“Yes! No… ohhh.” You gasped. “Please, no- oh!… Jack, please…”

You felt everything coming to a sharp point, and you knew Jack could feel it too, how you clenched and pulsed around his fingers. He let go of your nipple and held his hand firm on your hip, finally holding you in place so he could finish you off.

You came hard around his fingers, gasping and moaning his name as he licked you through it, winding you down slowly with his tongue and slowing the pistoning of his fingers to match your comedown.

You finally felt yourself come back to center, groaning and stretching your legs as much as you could in the ropes. Jack sucked at your clit and then pulled his mouth off, leaving his fingers inside of you.

“Now, let’s see if you can do that again.” You heard him turn on your vibrator and you clenched around his fingers.

“Jack, I don’t-” He cut you off.

“Is that a safe word I hear, little girl? Or are you just trying to get out of having some fun?”

You gulped. “No, sir. No safe word.”

“Good.” Jack held the vibrator against the very tip of your clit and you felt electric shocks rocket through your nerves. The buzzing of the vibrator against your swollen nub was almost too much, nearly painful underneath the exquisite pleasure. You heard a high, involuntary “Oh!” leave your lungs as Jack just held it there.

You felt your second orgasm suspended, like it was right there if you could just get a little more pressure. Jack didn’t press the vibrator hard enough into you to send you crashing back into the waves, and he didn’t push his two fingers in and out. He was holding you just there, chained up and looking over the edge of the cliff.

You tried to breathe into your diaphragm, to calm yourself from the center out, but it was no use. The longer he held it there, the longer he kept his fingers in you but held them still, the more torturous it got. No matter how hard you squirmed and wiggled, you couldn’t get the buzzing to press any closer to your cunt. Whiskey kept that pleasure just out of reach.

You shifted your hips and whined, begging for release. “Jack, please- oh please Jack, please…”

“Please what, sugar?” His voice was low and commanding. “If you want somethin’ just ask for it.”

“Oh Jack, please please please please please!” You couldn’t get the words out, and your ability to breathe or to think was fading fast. You were fixated on the sight of your red lace thong suspended from your high heel, quivering as your legs shook in their restraints.

Jack started moving the vibrator side to side, miniscule movements that released some of the buzzing torture directly from the tip of your clit, but which also made it worse. The mounting pleasure toward orgasm was ebbing and then rushing back, then pausing again with each tiny movement.

You heard yourself shout a deep “Ah!!” that echoed into the bedroom. Now you couldn’t even form words, and your voice didn’t sound like your own.

“You gonna come for me, sugar? Or do I have to stop?”

“NO! Don’t- don’t stop, no stop.”

Jack chuckled low, his voice going dark again, dangerous. “You gonna tell me what you want, girlie?”

“Come- Jack. I- I wanna- I wanna come.”

“Good girl.” Jack pressed the vibrator gently into you, nestling it into the channel of flesh on one side of your clit and holding it down with his broad thumb.

Your second climax overwhelmed you, and you shot off the cliff, over the edge into bliss, tears streaming from your eyes as you shouted yourself hoarse. You shuddered and writhed, incapable of closing your legs or pushing Jack away to stop the awful, delicious spasms that wracked your body. You breathed in great shuddering gulps of air and then released them with a wail as more tears ran from your eyes.

You had never come like this before, crying and screaming with what sounded like pain, while all the while your nervous system was somersaulting with exquisite pleasure, the shocks of your orgasm causing you to squeeze hard around Jack's fingers.

You rode it out for as long as you could, and then you turned, bucking your hips to try to knock Jack’s grip loose, to try and dislodge the vibrator. Just as you were about to shout the safe word, Jack released his thumb and pulled the vibrator away. Relief flooded your system as you felt every muscle in your body relax at once.

Jack stood up and started to untie your ropes. When the first knot released, your arms fell back above your head and you groaned from deep in your chest. Jack rested your ankles again on his broad shoulder as he started to untie your legs. He kissed your ankles one by one. You looked at him with complete adoration.

“Was that good for you, darlin’?” He winked at you as he pulled your high heels off and rubbed his warm hands around both ankles.

“Yes… oh fuck yes, Jack. Please fuck me now.”

Jack laughed and smiled at you indulgently. “Why, sugar. I thought you’d never ask.”

He released your legs, turning you sideways on to the bed before he came up next to your head and released your hands. You watched him as he took off his shirt and belt, pants and boots. He finally stripped out of his underwear and then lay next to you on the bed, looking deep into your eyes and laying soft kisses to your lips as he stroked your face.

“You alright, darlin’?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes Jack, but oh my God, I’ve never come so hard in my life. That was amazing.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and ran one broad thumb under your eye to collect some of the tears that lay there, sooty from your mascara. His deep brown eyes met yours as he murmured to you softly.

“I love you, you know that sugar? My sweet, filthy little thing. You’re my best girl.”

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I wish someone would find me worthy of raping. A nice walk on my own, or having a drink at the bar alone. Someone buys me a drink with something special mixed in. I get woozy and they offer to drive me home. I innocently agree. Instead of taking me to my home, though, you take me to your home. You tie my hands and feet before taking me out of the car so I can't even try to run. You put me downstairs on a couch, pull my pants without undoing my ties even, test my went cunt with your fingers. To your delight I'm soaked. You can't wait for a condom, you pull your own pants down and fuck me raw over the arm of the couch. That first thrust is tight but feels so good. I try to struggle against you but I can't move much. You hold me tight in place by my hips as you fuck me. As you shoot your first load I beg you to let me go. Instead you take a ball gag near by and stuff my mouth. You peel the rest of my clothes off and enjoy some photos before you press record. You bend me back over the couch, opening the wet folds of my pussy, licking me, teasing me more. You dip your dick inside me again, pulling out only to force it into my ass without warning. I scream. Too much, too big, too soon! You just laugh at my useless cries. I black out for a little while but when I wake up I find you've invited friends, already playing with my tits and pussy. You told them to wait to fuck me until I'm awake. Now that I am, the party can resume.

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spencer096′s Precision Bass Project:  I love big fat necks

It’s hard to give a visual representation of a fat neck, but this is pretty good.  Look at that chunky dude just waddling around like a fat fuck sweating outside in January.

***

Neck preference is as unique as all of our different hand sizes.  There are hundreds of variables that go into which neck you’ll prefer, so many so that I’ve deleted two versions of this post already.  Because they all ended up with me yelling at skinny, narrow necks and maybe-jokingly questioning the masculinity of those who play them.

Of course, it wouldn’t make sense to think that someone with small hands and short fingers wouldn’t like a baseball bat neck...but I’m not that person and I fucking love ‘em chunky.  Thin necks just feel like I might snap them like a twig if I bend a note too hard.  Narrow necks feel like I’m holding onto a notecard with strings on it.  Slim nut widths make me feel like I’m trying to do jumping jacks in a Toyota Corolla.  I need some meat, baby.

Heavy, flatwound strings with high action...a fat fuck of a neck...I like my instruments setup in a fashion that someone picking it up would audibly question how anyone could possibly play this thing.  A guitar that you don’t have to work to make sound good, likely sounds like shit.

There are scientific explanations for this...mass, vibrations, shit like that...but this is purely emotional.  The feel of a fat neck in my hands just fits...there’s no extra space to have to adjust to, every note I want to play is right there, with no extra hand movements required.  There’s no cramping from having to pinch a narrow neck or hesitation from not being able to really dig in.

Psychologically, playing a fat neck puts me in a different mindset.  Simply picking up the guitar or bass to tune, and holding the neck, erases any unease I’d possibly have about my instrument...I can focus on the important thing, the music.  And holding that beast of a guitar or bass neck made me feel like I was ready to fucking kick that music’s ass all night long.

If a neck doesn’t fit your hand right, it doesn’t matter how good an instrument sounds, how good a value it is, how good it looks...you will never, ever be happy with that instrument, and your music will reflect that.  You will hear hundreds of musicians say they play that piece of shit because of the neck, but almost nobody will say they hate the neck but still play it.  Because every note you play on a neck that doesn’t fit your hand is a reminder that your search is still ongoing.

***

This is going to be a short post today, mostly because I don’t really feel like talking about the different technical aspects of the neck.  Those technical aspects simply DO NOT MATTER if the neck doesn’t FEEL right.

Fender, as a company, didn’t get to their position as the world’s largest musical instrument company by ignoring what their customers wanted.  And they weren’t ignorant to the musical trends of the respective eras either.

Music in the 50′s was TOTALLY DIFFERENT than music in the mid to late 60′s.  Quantum leap would be a good word to describe it.  In the 50′s, Fender guitars and basses had giant necks.  The P-Bass had essentially a Louisville Slugger on there, and the guitars had this beautiful V-shape that made playing chords lower on the neck a fucking breeze.

As music got more complex and melodic...and players started making modifications...Fender changed the shape of their necks from a “V” to their iconic “C” profile.  The “C” profile sat right in the middle...not too fat, but not thin...not too rounded of a fretboard radius (the roudner the radius, the more effort it requires and more resistance you encounter, when trying to play fast or bend notes...same thing with taller frets vs. small vintage frets)...it’s this profile from 1962-65 on guitars and basses that’s considered the platonic ideal to a substantial portion of the stringed instrument world.

The decades moved forward, the necks got slimmer and narrower, manufacturing got more advanced, and now every option is on the table.  But, in my hands’ opinion, the Fender necks from the 50′s were the ones to beat.  Leo nailed it the first time around...well, provided you have giant hands...and I went even further.

Measuring at the nut, P-Basses with that classic 60′s “C” shape measured 0.80-0.85″ a the nut...the fact that manufacturing tolerances were so tight given that all these instruments were hand carved and sanded is just outrageous (today, Fender has a 0.10″ tolerance in either direction with computer-run CNC machines).  Precisions from 1951-60 were 0.83-0.88″ at the nut.  All had 7.5″ fretboard radius, small, narrow frets and a 1 3/4″ nut width.  All were between 1.00-1.02″ at the 12th fret.

I got mine at 0.92″ at the nut (1.01″ at 12th fret), 9.5″ radius and medium-tall frets (easier to play melodic lines and bend notes), 1 5/8″ nut width (the P-Bass moved to this nut width in 1971...and in my opinion, that 2mm difference is substantial enough taper to make for a noticeably smoother transition up the fretboard vs. the 1 3/4″ nut).

That narrower nut width isn’t anywhere near as cramped as the Jazz Bass’ 1 1/2″ nut width, and I’m more comfortable with the modern 1 5/8″ than the 1 3/4″...to put it in a little perspective, my current 5-string bass has a 1 3/4″ nut width with an extra string.  A few mm difference might not seem like much, but it’s noticeable when you’re playing.

***

It sounds strange to actively build a bass that sounds like it’s difficult to play, but it’s one-part biology, one-part preference and one-part practice.

Fat necks aren’t for everyone, especially if you have smaller hands.  That’s just common sense, even if some guys with smaller hands actually do prefer them.  And, of course, with enough practice you can adjust to just about anything.

However, with heavy strings and high action, you gotta keep your chops up because there’s not much room for technical error.  Flubbed notes and buzzing frets will come out, and with flatwound strings, if you’re not right on the note, that note’s fundamental is lost and you don’t have the extra harmonics from roundwound strings to compensate.

But the trade-off when it comes to tone is worth it.  You have to work harder in the practice room to play fast, and work harder onstage to make the instrument sing, but you’re rewarded with absolutely beautiful, solid tone.  Harmonics are produced with every note, regardless of type of string, but you can’t ignore physics...more mass in the string, body, neck, etc means that fundamental note will be 100% solid and project more efficiently.

Pretty much from the time I was 20 years old onward, my preference for instrument setup is “how the fuck can anyone play that?”  Because once you can play that, you’ll ask yourself why anyone would want to play an instrument setup any other way.

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Quite A Show (wilbur soot/reader)

CW: cnc, stalking

As nights like these got rather frequent, Wilbur reminisced back to the first night he spent stalking you through your bedroom window. He remembers how you put on quite a show for him, bending over several times wearing nothing, as you just came back from a shower. A bit later on, he watched the way you posed in the mirror with just a pair of light pink panties on. 'Just for me' Wilbur thought as he snapped quite a few photos of you with the polaroid camera, that he had bought just for these occasions, 'I could swear they put on a show just for me'. He palmed his erotic cock through his pants, knowing he had to leave soon - or else he would have brought his whole dick out, you would see him he stayed any longer than he was supposed to.

His first time doing this, watching you after your shower that is, he had left nothing behind so you had no idea anyone was watching. But this time he knew exactly what to leave for you.

At this point, he had known your work schedule by heart and he also knew that you liked to shower as soon as you got home. So knowing you got off at 6.30 he parked his car in the lot of the little cafe you worked at. His phone shone brightly in the dark car with the number 6.29, his face illuminated with not only the light coming off his phone but also excitement. He watched as you stood at the doors of the cafe at exactly 6.33, waving at someone inside before closing the door and walking towards your car. His car was parked almost directly behind yours. Wilbur pretended to talk on his phone so you wouldn't suspect anything, not like you paid any mind either way.

He doesn't think you paid any attention to the car basically following you home either. Of course, he still passed by your house and parked on the far corner of your street and almost nowhere near your house for his own cautiousness.

He waited by your window for nearly 30 minutes and when he noticed you were yet to be in the shower he quietly circled the house trying to find out where you were. Soon enough Wilbur found you, peering through your kitchen window he saw that you were on the phone. your hand laid on the kitchen counter as you shifted your weight from foot to foot. He couldn't figure out what you were saying, as your back was facing him but he took it that you were nervous. Was this another potential lover you were talking to? Who else could make you this nervous? He remembered a conversation he encountered a few days ago when your bedroom windows were open to let the cool breeze in. You were talking to a friend of yours and your feet shifted in the same ways they did now. He doesn't recall much of the conversation, as he came after you had already been talking, but if Wilbur remembered correctly you and said friend were talking about another boy. And in the many months, he spent stalking through your window, never once did you bring home a boy or matter of fact literally anyone! He noticed how you mostly kept to yourself even while going out with friends. So for him to find out that you were talking to someone else was a very obscure experience.

His focus reshifted back to you as you were about to turn around towards the window he was hiding at. Wilbur ducked down right before you could actually see him. But as soon as he uncrouched a few moments later he noticed that the curtains were closed. 'Did they see me?' his mind worried that at this moment you were calling the police 'Well they must have seen something for them to feel to need to close the curtains.' Only once did Wilbur remember seeing you close your kitchen windows curtains and that was because your lousy neighbors were having some sort of get-together and you couldn't stand the view of kids screeching and drunk parents. Right after you closed the curtains Wilbur remembers how you headed for your room and called your friend to complain to them about your neighbors all night.

Now at your bedroom window, he watches as you set your phone down on your bed and you walk to where he presumes to be the washroom to finally take your after-work shower. You take pretty long showers, Wilbur already knew this but he doesn't mind the wait. He doesn't usually wait for you outside of your workplace but he thought since today was a special day it wouldn't hurt. The wait would soon be worth it anyways.

After what seemed like a century, for Wilbur that is, he heard your soft, wet footsteps in the brightly lit room. He knew it was time.

He watched the towel hit the floor softly as you bent over to search your dresser which gave him a perfect view of your plump ass. It beamed in a shade of red from your obviously heated shower but Wilbur liked to pretend it was from him punishing you. He felt his pants tightening within seconds. he snapped a couple of photos with his polaroid and placed them in his back pocket for later before reaching down to unbutton his tight pants with one hand while the camera was in the other. He stroked his half-hardened cock through his boxers not wanting to bring it out just yet. He continued to watch as you followed the same routine as always. Soothing the warm body with lotion and again taking more pictures as you placed lotions within your thighs, near your tits, or even bent down to reach your calves. You have yet to put on some undergarments so he thought he'd wait a bit more before taking his full cock out which was getting impossibly harder with all his stroking even if it was through his boxers.

He noticed that today you paid a little more attention to your private parts while doing your body care routine but Wilbur hadn't really thought it meant much and just took the opportunity to take more pictures. But then something totally unexpected happened as you hopped on the edge of your bed. Sitting in front of your mirror as you watched yourself use one hand to play with your slit and the other groping your tits. He quickly took his hands out of his pants as Wilbur fumbled and almost dropped the camera trying to take the perfect pictures of you at this moment.

You usually pleased yourself while watching porn even then you were usually dressed and never fully naked. And in the months he spent watching you at your place he knew that wasn't very often that you touched yourself, but he never thought you would be the one to touch yourself in front of a mirror. And fully undressed either! With this opportunity he even pulled out his phone so he could take a video of you. Which he never did because of the many people who touched his phone he knew that if he had any erotic pictures someone would find out. He couldn't take that risk even for you.

As you contined to touch yourself in ways Wilbur only imagined you would, he set up his phone to take a video while he stroked his now out cock. More focused on pleasing his hard on he jerked it faster and squeezed a little tighter too. Wishing it was your mouth instead of his hand. He imagined you licking up the precum already spilling from his cock.

The fanstay he most thought of while watching you from afar played in his head.

"Wilbur! Taste s'good!" you moaned out before placing your mouth back on his cock and hands at the base of where you were yet to reach. He pushed your head farther down his length and chuckled as you gagged trying to keep it all down

"Such a good baby. Why aren't you so good for me!" he husked lowly as you nodded still on his dick.

His fanstaies cleared his mind as he watched you plumit your fingers faster into your aching hole. Still watching from the mirror you held up one of your legs from it's joint to give yourself a better view. He knew your orgasm was near, he started pumping a bit faster as he was close too. Wilbur hoped you both could cum at the same time or close enough for it to feel said way.

And with a loud moan he heard you cum all over your fingers, his breath hitched as he came moments after. Still jerking off as he watched you spread your cum around your slit, letting go of the leg you were holding while bringing your fingers up to your mouth before sucking the rest of the cum off.

"That was bloody fanstastic" wilbur whispered under his breath while tucking his soft dick back in this pants and pulling his fly up. He stayed a little longer watching you not even care for the cum still on you or your sheets as you pulled up the blanket and tucked yourself in.

He walked to the front of the house and causally slid a polaroid he took of you earlier where you were messing with both your pussy and breasts at the same time. And on the back he wrote:

- Y/n,

Oh how I adored the little show you put on tonight.

Bet you wish someone was watching you, and I guess I was lucky enough to see it all

Though I do have to say one thing, that being

you are the most gorgeous person I could have ever laid my eyes upon.

I love you

- Anonymous

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I just hate the messy dirty floor. I don't even prefer to step on those floors. Still sometimes we have to go to those places. But trust me. I would never put my bags on those. I wish we have something like a side-table to put or hang the bags on. Imagine a world where every time you step indoors and take off your coat. Instead of hanging it on a coat rack, you place it on the floor. It sounds absurd because your coat would obviously get dirty if you kept it on the floor. And for that exact reason, coat racks have existing for centuries. Now imagine stepping indoors and taking your backpack off and keeping on the floor. Sounds perfectly normal, right? It shouldn’t. Your backpack is as much a part of your apparel as your coat is. Or your cap or sunglasses for that matter. As a society, we’ve come to accept keeping bags on the floor. And having their bottom surface collect dust and dirt over the years. You wouldn’t do it with any other part of your outfit. So why is it okay to keep your bag on the floor? That’s a question the guys at Addio Design Collective found themselves asking too. With that very design brief, they created the Atlas Backpack Stand. A new category of furniture that serves the purpose of a side-table as well as a stand for hanging your backpacks. So they don’t have to touch the floor. Ikea, Ashley, Steelcase and Herman miller are few of the best furniture brands in the world. They are famous for their creative furniture designs. The Atlas isn’t a conventional side-table. It comes almost with the proportions and shape of an easel, sporting an A-shaped frame. It comes with a slightly inclined design too, keeping the stand stable and preventing it from tipping over due to your bag’s weight. On top, two tiny hooks let you hang your backpack, bag, duffle, suitcase, purse, or tote, while a flat surface acts as a storage area for your phone, AirPods, sunglasses, etc. It’s a stand designed around your backpack and your EDC, and can sit perfectly near your work-table. It suspends your bag above the ground, keeping it from getting dirty, while at the same time, making it easy to access stuff inside your bag without having to bend down. The Atlas Backpack Stand comes in a variety of two materials, a colorful HDPE plastic variant, made from primarily recycled sources (like those white milk jugs), and a plywood variant crafted from Baltic Birch. Its 6-part design is rather easy to set up, and requires just two screws to hold in place. The entire stand ships flat-packed to you and can be assembled in well under 5 minutes. Once put together, the stand is perfect for holding any kind of bag, with two hooks to help take the pressure off your bag’s handle. The Atlas also comes with a tiny plate on the top, perfect for resting your phone or sunglasses, and placing your AirPods, wallet, and keys. It features slots too, letting you dock your phone or tablet, and a wider hook at the back lets you hang your headphones. Cutouts on the side even give you the option of suspending carabiner clips to the stand (allowing you to hang bottles) or even slip in reading glasses or sunglasses. Charging cable holes to let you recharge your phone while it stays docked within the Atlas. The stand elevates your bag, making it much easier to access stuff while you’re seated, and when you’re ready to go, just lift the bag off and you’re all set! You don’t have to worry about your nice backpack or expensive handbag resting against a dirty floor. Atlas may seem like a bit of a niche product, but it solves a problem we’ve chosen to ignore even though it sometimes bothers us. How many times have you kept your bag on a chair or stool beside you because you didn’t want it to gather dirt on the floor? Atlas is a modern bit of furniture with a very different design brief, but it solves a pretty common problem, and does it universally across all types of bags. It even includes a surface to rest your belongings, acting as a stand as well as a nifty side-table. The Atlas Backpack Stand comes in 7 variants – 4 plastic ones and 3 plywood ones. Components of each stand are CNC-machined before being finished by hand, and the Atlas Stand is designed, engineered, and manufactured entirely in USA. You can grab the Atlas at a discounted price of $92, and 1% of profits from your purchase will even go to charities that help provide underprivileged children with backpacks. Read the full article

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