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phantomsies · 8 months ago

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𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 • 𝖆.𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙

your biggest fan soon becomes your biggest obsession….

black onlyfans creator!reader (fem descriptions), nerdy!armin, public sex/public masturbation, squirting, mentions of toys, exhibitionism, throatfucking, cumshot

📝: I wanted to go a completely different direction with this but a) it’s no longer kinktober and it would’ve much better suited that and b) nerd!armin just scratches an itch in my brain I can’t quite put my finger on. So enjoy! 🫶🏾 (also, I AM SO SORRY THIS SHIT IS SO LONG 😭😭 I don’t intend on headcanons being this length but I can’t shut the fuck up.)

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nerd!armin had been a dutiful subscriber of (y/n) (l/n)’s or as the world knew you, (performer name) for quite some time. He’d faithfully watched your content, never missing an upload to your sites and shamelessly scrolling your Twitter.

nerd!armin preferred your videos over others because they were so unique. Always willing to push the envelope by shooting in unconventional spaces; your car, public bathrooms and even dressing rooms..a polar opposite to his shy, bashful nature. In a way, he was jealous but also aroused..

from your long acrylics, fluffy lashes, colorful hair that changed from video to video and of course, the beautiful, dark brown complexion that radiated underneath the sun or ring lights, nerd!armin was obsessed.

nerd!armin would lie in bed after a long study session, classes or even a hard day at work..mindlessly stroking his cock in one hand as he held his phone in the other, eyes glued to the screen whilst you performed those lewd acts.

shoving those dildos in and out of your tight cunt, those pretty pink walls and plump brown lips sucking on that silicone toy..stretching yourself open all for his pleasure. A jeweled butt plug shoved into your ass and cream oozing down onto that gorgeous skin and the leather of your seats as you worked yourself into countless orgasms..mewling and begging for the would be viewer to keep fucking you..

“Fuck, I’m about to come, daddy..you’re gonna make me squirt.” Crying out as nerd!armin jerked himself even faster..subconsciously responding back without a single other person being in the room. ”Squirt for me, baby. Come..” Whimpering before exploding with a load of his own..

despite only being an intern, nerd!armin was well off from his freelancing tech work and although it didn’t leave him much room for socializing, he would tip you amicably on all the new content, as well as leave kind, respectful, encouraging words. It wasn’t something you saw often in this field.

it also didn’t take nerd!armin long to realize that you never featured a partner in any of your content like some girls eventually did. Only the various assortment of toys gifted to you by supporters. Which only further fed his delusions when you made a mess and glared into the camera, batting those doe brown eyes before saying “..look at what you made me do..that big dick feels so good..”

nerd!armin, who had only been with one woman sexually in his entire life and didn’t date often, could only dream of being with a girl like you.

so it came as no surprise when you announced that you would be opening a contest to film with one of your subscribers for the first time, nerd!armin leaped at the chance! The thought of getting to fuck the woman he’d hopelessly fawned over excited him.

nerd!armin nearly fainted when he got a DM on OnlyFans one day to see that he had won, asking when he’d like to arrange the meetup.

nerd!armin was understandably nervous on the day you two came face to face..but felt as ease when you continuously reassured him and even made sure that both of you had been tested, as well as protection.

“You’re so cute..it’s nice to finally meet you. Thank you for supporting me..” your gentle voice sent a shockwave of butterflies soaring through nerd!armin’s stomach as you wrapped him in a tight hug…and of course, a tightening in his pants upon laying eyes on his favorite creator. But that was merely the beginning.

nerd!armin found himself blushing when you slowly traced circles all over his skin, examining the single tattoo on his forearm and complimenting the smell of his cologne as the two of you sat alone in the bedroom of the designated filming space of your spacious home. Impressed by the bookshelves full of old literature he passed on the way in.

“Mmmm..you’re nervous, aren’t you?” “…I guess you could say that.” “Well don’t be, I’m going to make sure we have a good time, I promise..”

nerd!armin had no idea just how true you were to your word when less than ten minutes after the camera came on, you were on your knees, tongue extended and a wide smile on your face as he towered over you.

nerd!armin could hardly contain himself when eventually, those glossy brims were now encompassed around his cock. Slurping noises emanating around the room, along with his adorable cries…sloppy drool and gag spit spilling from that wet mouth and onto the pulsating head, shaft and those swollen balls. Disregarding the fact that your pretty face had become a disheveled mess.

“Oh my God…that feels so good, beautiful. Your mouth feels fucking amazing..” “You wanna come for me, baby?” “..yes! Drain me, please..” pathetically pleading whilst relentlessly fucking your throat.

nerd!armin unabashedly spent days, practicing his stroke on a translucent flesh light, feeding it deep thrusts and stuffing it with an ungodly amount of cum, examining your videos like study material..in hopes of gaining some stamina against you.

but nothing could prepare nerd!armin for the sheer sensation that being inside of you brought upon him.. however, he wasn’t the only one caught off guard..especially when he’d gently tug your head down and force you to watch as he glided into that narrow hole.. a move he’d learn from his tapes.

“It’s so big..damn..” “I told you..” giggling to yourselves as your gazes met and he’d begin to move.

nerd!armin almost felt compelled to believe that you were faking your moans like other pornstars so often did…but that misconception was cleared up when your eyes began to trail back, legs began to tremble and a slight bulge formed at the very bottom of your stomach.

“Yes, you stretching the fuck out of this pussy, baby..right there!..” “Am-am I doing a good job?” “You fucking me so good, please don’t stop.”

nerd!armin nearly lost all composure when you all but pushed him away, only to shower him in a stream of your juices. Only increasing as he tapped that swollen tip against your quivering folds.

nerd!armin didn’t last more than five minutes after that powerful climax and began dry heaving as his own neared. Ushering you back to your knees to paint those pretty features and tits with his load.

nerd!armin was convinced that once the cameras shut off, you’d put him out for nutting too quickly. Surely a woman of your caliber would never deal with that again. But yet again, he was proven wrong when you smiled up at him, flicking your tongue across your lips before posing a question. “So..where should we should film next time? We gotta do this more often..”

nerd!armin had found himself the newest and sole object of (creator’s name) affection!

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tojisun · 1 year ago

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johnny’s just perverted enough that he def slips in a mobile-controlled vibrator in you before the two of you go out to meet his friends. he’s got the app in his phone, and is unforgiving when it comes to the settings. he ramps it up at the highest level when you reached your arm out to return price’s handshake, and you squeak, toppling down.

you tell them that it’s just a cramp, and nothing more. “sorry about that,” you say through gritted teeth.

john chuckles and says to not worry about it; says that maybe you need to sit down to catch your breath. you nod, thanking him softly, before ducking your head down to avoid their gazes because somehow you think they know your dirty secret.

that somehow they know that you’re plugged and leaking; that you’re desperate and itching for more because as much as the vibrator is too good, it’s not enough—

you avoid their gazes so you missed the way johnny passes his phone to simon; you missed the way john sits back, content to just watch for now, and the way kyle tips all of his whiskey into his mouth to wash away the burning excitement that’s filling him up.

#part ???? of ‘tf 141 x reader’ but in a perverted and sharing way #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #task force 141 x reader #tf 141 x reader #suns #non-con

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yanderedrabbles · 4 months ago

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Yandere Neighbour - Noncon

With your electricity out and your devices dead, you have no choice but to turn to your neighbour for help. He's more than willing to welcome you into his home. Really, you're lucky he's such a nice guy.

Tags: male yandere x gender neutral reader, noncon, somno, just the tip anal, daddy kink but only if you squint, 3.3k words

Living in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

But after the third day with no electricity, those perks were starting to look pretty damn weak. Your fridge was sitting in an ever expanding puddle. Almost all your devices were dead. And if you had to take one more cold shower you were going to cry.

It was when you were digging through your drawer looking for desperately needed batteries that you found your neighbour's number. He'd offered it to you a little while after you moved in, and while you two were on friendly terms, you'd never actually spoken for longer than a few minutes. You sighed, looked at the 10% left on your phone and decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

You: hey, it's me. I still haven't got any power. Do you mind if I come over to charge some stuff?

He replied almost instantly.

Unknown: aww that sucks

Unknown: come on over. I've got hot stew and a generator

Unknown: and you can take a hot shower too if you want

Score. And to think you found him intimidating at first. Just goes to show that you can't judge on appearances. You packed a change of clothes, your devices and the last tub of ice cream that wasn't totally melted. You'd find some way to properly pay him back but a tub of chocolate fudge double cream wasn't a bad way to start.

He was waiting on his porch when you pulled up. A bear of a man in a flannel and blue jeans, a five o' clock shadow darkening his jaw.

"Howdy neighbour," he drawled, opening your door for you while you grabbed your stuff. "Regretting leaving the city yet?"

You huffed a laugh. "You do NOT want to know the answer to that."

His cabin was much larger than yours, a two storey behemoth with wide windows and exposed beams. It had a rustic charm - like some natural park Air BnB where they charged a weeks pay for just one night. A little too big for just one man. Didn't he get lonely?

"I brought some ice cream and chocolate to say thank you. And also because it miiight have been melting."

He opened the door for you and ushered you through with a hand on your lower back.

"Hell, I'll never say no to something sweet."

There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a stack of logs in a crate next to it. He was so much better suited to this life than you were. He locked the door behind you and slipped the keys into his pocket.

"Old habit," he explained with an easy grin.

"Why don't you get settled? I'll plug your stuff in."

You handed over your tech with a relieved sigh.

"Thank you. Really. I'm so behind on work already and I haven't heard anything back from the power company."

"I wouldn't hold my breath," he said. "Once ended up going a week straight with not even a light bulb flickering."

You winced. "It gets that bad?"

"Yep. Especially in winter. Gets dangerous then too."

He tilted his head at you, concerned. "You need to get yourself better sorted before it starts snowing. I hate to think of you stuck out there when the blizzards start rolling in."

God, could you be any more of a city slicker? You rubbed your neck, embarrassed.

"Thanks. I've been here a few months now and I guess I just didn't realise how serious things can get."

"It's all good. But if I'm honest, I get worried thinking about you out there all alone. Plenty of drifters end up passing through. Not a good place to be alone, not for a little thing like yourself."

Little? You wanted to feel indignant, but looking at his bulk, you reckoned that most folk probably seemed little to him.

He lead you to the fireplace and poured you a mug of coffee from the pot that was waiting for you. He jerked his head at the hunting rifle on display above the mantle.

"I can teach you to shoot, if you've got some free time."

You took a sip of the coffee, internally debating with yourself. You could see the sense in your offer but you weren't a big fan of guns. Hell, just being around them was nerve wrecking enough. Maybe -

You looked down at your mug in surprise.

"This is some really good stuff."

The coffee was strong, bitter in the best sort of way. You could catch a hint of chocolate in it too. Just sweet enough to make your toes curl.

" 'Course. Only the best for my guest. Help yourself to another cup. I'll just put your stuff on charge and be right back."

You finished your drink in a few sips and happily poured a second serving. Hot coffee... man, you didn't think three days without it would be so tough. Usually, you were pretty sensitive to caffeine. But by the time your neighbour came back, your head was tilted back and you were half asleep.

You tried to shake yourself out of it but he just laughed and pushed you back down.

"You probably haven't had a good sleep since the power went out. Just rest. We can talk once you wake up."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine." His hand was still on your shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles into your neck. "It's just fine with me."

You drifted off after that. Into a deep sleep without any dreams. Waking up was like slogging through molasses.

"Finally up sleepy head?"

It was dark outside and your neighbour was on one knee in front of the fire place, coaxing fresh wood to catch.

You sat up slowly. Your muscles ached and there was a strange, salty taste on your tongue.

"My heads killing me..."

He stood, poker still in his hand. "You must be starving then. I've already got some food on the stove. You'll feel better after you eat."

You didn't feel hungry at all. If anything, you felt almost hangover.

"Thanks," you managed. "I'm sorry to be such a bother."

He waved you away. "I don't mind a bit."

He came back with a bowl of steaming hot chow and stood with his arms crossed on the back of your couch while you ate.

"It's real late. I reckon you should stay over. I don't want you driving on dirt when it's so dark."

"Oh, it's fine. I've already put you out so much."

"Don't be silly. I insist."

You shivered without meaning to. That almost growl, low and bordering on menacing. It was so familiar, so...

"Just like that. Look at you, half asleep and still desperate for my cock."

"You like the taste? Yeah, I bet you fucking do."

"Ain't just gonna use your mouth next time."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Where the hell was this coming from? Were you remembering some sick dream from this afternoon?

"You okay there neighbour?"

You nodded. "Just my head."

Maybe he was right. Driving when you were so disorientated was just asking for trouble.

"If you really don't mind... I'll be happy to sleep over."

He laughed, a deep, rumbling thing. "I'll make the guest room up special, just for you."

"Could I use your shower too?"

"I offered didn't I? Come on, I'll show you where it is."

He took you to the master bedroom and jerked his thumb at the en-suite.

"Hot water is the most reliable in there. Door doesn't close that well though, so don't mind it. I'll be downstairs when you're done."

You brushed your teeth carefully. You lips felt sore, bruised in a way you couldn't explain.

You waited until you heard his footsteps going down the stairs before you stripped off your clothes. You stood under the hot water for a good few minutes, luxuriating in the feeling. The bathroom was thick with steam when you finally got to scrubbing yourself. The door was open just a crack and the bedroom beyond was dark. You forgot all about it until you heard the creak of the hinges.

You whirled to face the door, your hands coming up to cover yourself. The steam was too thick to see through. You called his name.

Nothing.

You stepped out with suds still on your thighs and pushed the door open. The room beyond was empty.

You sighed. God, you were being paranoid. Your neighbour was a great guy. It was unfair of you to treat him like a peeping tom when he'd gone out of his way to make you comfortable. It must have been just an errant draught.

You stepped back into the shower and rinsed yourself off. But no matter what you told yourself, you still kept an eye on the door.

When you went to change into your fresh clothes, you spent at least five minutes hunting for your underwear. Did you drop it somewhere? Oh, please say your undies weren't just sitting in the middle of his hallway. That would be beyond embarrassing.

Eventually you gave up and just decided to go without them. Not comfortable at all but still better than walking around in a towel to look for them. And much better than calling your neighbour in to help. Wouldn't that be fun? 'Hey neighbour that I don't know that well, you haven't seen my intimates lying around, have you?' Yeah, you'd never again get invited over after something like that.

When you were dressed, you found him already on his way up the hall. He was carrying a glass of water and some pills.

"Thought you might still have a headache, so I brought you some painkillers."

You paused, nervous but not sure why.

"Thanks." His hands dwarfed yours when he handed them over. You didn't recognise the name of on the pills, but they looked harmless. You tossed them back and gagged at the bitter aftertaste.

"They pack a punch, so tell me when you start to get drowsy."

"Aye aye captain."

You followed him to the guest room. It was at the very back on the second story, quieter than the rest of the house. A huge glass wall gave you a view of the forest disappearing into the darkness. You could see the ghost of your reflection in the glass, your neighbour a hulking, shapeless mass at your shoulder.

He took a seat in an armchair across form the bed and stretched out his legs. You perched on the edge of the mattress, still feeling a bit like an intruder.

"How long have you been staying out here?” you asked.

He smiled at you, teeth glinting almost wolf-like. "Got you curious?"

"A little. Folk in town say they hardly see you. I don't know... I'm just wondering if you ever get lonely."

He was quiet and you cursed yourself for being so nosy. You hurried to fill the silence.

"It's just that I get a bit lonely out here too. 'Specially when it's so quiet. And I guess I was wondering if it's the same for you."

He smiled at you, rueful. "At times. Used to be worse, but I've got a new interest to keep me occupied nowadays."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Bird watching."

"Really? What do you look for?"

The way the room was lit up, you couldn't see his eyes. They fell into shadow and you only had his lips to read his emotions by. He smirked, slow and almost mocking.

"Just one bird I look out for. Flighty little thing. Tends to get caught by predators a lot. You’d probably recognise it."

The polite thing to do would be to ask what it was called. You didn't. Some part of whispered that you wouldn't like the answer.

You must have been quiet a little too long because he took it as his cue to leave. He stood, a mountain of muscle, his eyes not quite as nice as they seemed that afternoon. A trick of the light, surely. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

"You rest up. Got a busy day tomorrow."

"G'night."

He was gone before you thought to ask what he meant. And you were passed out on your pillows before you realised it. He was right. The pills sure did pack one hell of a punch.

You were aware of a shadow at the end of your bed. You weren't fully awake, and your limbs were slow and heavy with more than just sleep.

"Who..."

The shadow reached down and one warm paw circled your ankle.

"Just me little bird."

You knew that voice. It was the voice that brought you warm food and invited you in from the cold. You could trust it. Could go back to sleep and not worry about anything.

'No,' some part of you hissed, 'He's not as safe as you think.'

"Cold..."

The shadow laughed and it was the laugh of the fox finding the rabbit's den. Nasty. Hungry.

"Cold huh? Don't worry baby. I'll warm you right up."

He yanked your ankle towards him and your whole body slid down the bed. You were too drowsy to stop it.

"Knew you were gonna be mine the second I saw you," he cooed, hands running up your thighs.

His fingers slipped under your waistband, nails scraping your hip bones.

"Dumb little thing from the city. Doesn't even realise I've tripped all their breakers. That's why you don't have power baby. It's all me."

His fingers were as big as the rest of him. Thick, meaty. Skin rough from working outdoors. You whined when his fingertips scraped the edges of your hole.

"No underwear. You needy slut. That's practically a written and signed invitation to fuck you."

He pulled your pants down to your ankles and pushed your knees up to your stomach. And you were too out of it to stop him. Limp and pliable as a fuck doll.

Your tight ass was exposed to the cold air, entirely at the mercy of whatever he wanted to do.

"Cute." He circled his thumb around the rim, almost pushing in but not quite. "Wanted to be in this ass since you first showed up at my door all those months ago. Lookin' up at me all sweet. Fuck, it's enough to drive a man to desperation."

He lowered his head and you could feel his warm breath washing over your thighs.

He dragged his tongue across your hole. Some part of you must have been more awake than the rest, because your whole body jerked away from him.

"None of that," he cooed, hands digging into your thighs and dragging you back. "I haven't even gotten started yet."

He licked you again, deeper this time. The flexed tip of his tongue pushing at your entrance, and to your dull horror, actually slipping in. He moaned and you could feel the vibrations all through your crotch.

He pulled out and spat, rubbed it in with his fingers. One of them pushed in until the second joint, curling into your walls so rough that you gasped.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he mocked. "Please fuck my tight little ass? Please cum inside me? Use your words little bird."

"Please...stop..."

That made him laugh again, made him shove his finger in all the way to the knuckle. Twisting so cruelly as he pulled out and jerked back in.

"Stop? Stop? After all the work it took to get you here? No way baby. I'm not slowing down and I'm sure as fuck not stopping."

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by a sharp intake of breath when he nudged his leaking head against your hole.

"You’re not going to remember this. And I'm not going to leave any evidence."

He pushed your legs tighter against your chest.

"So as much as I want to fuck you rotten, you're gonna have to be happy with just the tip."

He'd done a good job loosening and lubing you, but it still burned like a hot poker when he forced his way in. He groaned, almost in pain.

"You're fucking choking me. God, do you want my cum so bad?"

You could feel when the tip was in. That tiny difference in thickness between his head and shaft was oh so noticeable when your ass was clenching and fluttering around it. It was the smallest mercy, but mercy nonetheless.

He was panting from the effort of getting it in, the effort of holding back. The size difference between you almost perverse. Like a draft stallion trying to mount a pony. In every way, he was just too fucking big.

He spat in his hand and brought it to his cock, ran his palm up and down his shaft with sickly wet strokes. The combination of his palm and your squeezing ass was fucking delicious.

He had great stamina but fuck if it didn't feel like you were milking him.

He let go long enough to smack your ass. It almost finished him. You clenched around him so hard it felt like his tip was getting fucking crushed.

"Shiiiit, you're the best hole I've ever had. Can't wait 'til I can go all the way."

You whined, pitiful as snared prey. There were words there, though they were too slurred to make out. Something about Daddy and please and stop. He ignored you.

He pushed in a little deeper and watched your face scrunching up. So helpless, so fucking caught. That was what did it. The knowledge that he could do this to you at any point and you'd be helpless to stop it.

He came inside you, snarling through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise. You'd notice the marks in the morning and chalk it up to just being clumsy. But he'd know. He'd see the bruises peeking out from the hem of your shorts and his cock would twitch just a little at the memory of leaving them.

His cock pulsed. Shot strings of spunk deep inside you. You could feel it. Hot, too hot. Gross. Make it stop. Get it out.

He pulled out with a wet pop. His cum drooled down and he took a minute to work it back into you with his finger. Your hole was gaping just a little and it made his balls pulse. If he had the time...

"A real fucking mess. And on my good sheets too. You're a terrible guest."

He mopped up whatever cum remained with a balled up piece of martial that he pulled from his pocket. Even in you stupor, you recognised it as your missing underwear.

"Terrible guest, but the perks of having you around are pretty fucking sweet."

He dropped your knees back to the mattress, pulled your pants back into place and roughly yanked the duvet over you. He grabbed your jaw and smiled at the lost, drowsy look in your half open eyes.

"Got a big day tomorrow. Gonna wake up and find your whole house was flooded. Ruined. Gonna have nowhere to stay but with me."

He sounded smug. It made your guts twist.

Outside, the night grew quiet. A predator was hunting and most prey knew better than to catch its attention.

"I made sure of it. All your family and friends in the city are away from home. There's no one around to help you out..."

He tightened his grip just enough to watch the fear start dancing in your eyes.

"No one...except me."

He let you go and smiled that same warm, comforting smile from that afternoon.

"Dumb little thing. Got no clue how your water mains work, do you? Got no idea how easy they are to sabotage."

He tutted. "Got me so damn busy. I'm gonna have to run to your place, fuck shit up and be back here before you wake up for real."

He traced his index finger over your lips and left behind a sticky coating of spunk. You'd wake up tasting salt again, with no memory of why.

"But it's fine. I forgive you. After today we'll have plenty of time together. Rest of our lives in fact. So just sleep tight and forget what you think you've dreamed."

There are perks to living in the middle nowhere. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

There are perks, but unfortunately for you, your neighbour isn't one of them.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #reader insert #x reader #yandere oc #yandere lemons #yandere oc x you #tw noncon #Yandere neighbour

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militaryapple · 3 months ago

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I WON'T BITE.

synopsis. you find caleb up late at night watching some video, turns out youre into it as much as he is.

cw. fem!reader , sub!caleb, degradation, p in v (stay protected girliepops), oral (giving), whiny caleb, unaware voyuerism, masturbation, usage of ‘baby’ ‘princess’, dog in heat caleb, light bdsm, caleb is so pathetic

add ons. i heard people like whiny caleb so lets see if thats true, thanks for 600 pipsquirters hehe

wc. 2.4k

sometimes, when you're quiet enough you hear something in caleb's room. you were always scared to check out what exactly he was doing - due to the door either being shut and locked or it sounding intense so you didn't want to disturb him. after all, curiosity did kill the cat and this time you didn't want to be the cat.

it wasn't until one faithful night, you were supposed to be sleep but the rustling of the tree's and the sound of the rain dawned down on you. it was hard to sleep with all the noise, and frankly you knew that just closing your eyes and counting to 100 wasn't going to get you anywhere.

you tip-toed your way to the kitchen, trying to be as silent as you can. you thought maybe, caleb was sleep soundly. his dreams overtaking his mind while the sounds of pouring rain and trees clashing together soothed him. you could only envy how much of a deep sleeper he was.

going into the fridge you grabbed cold water, gulping it down before brushing past caleb's room to get to the living room. if you can't sleep, you might as well watch some TV. you could pass time and ignore the rumbling of the thunder and the brightness of the lightning that only flashed seconds after each grumble.

that was, until you heard a faint noise from caleb's room. at first it was suspicious to you, then your interest grew. you crept gently towards the rustling room and looked at the door. it was open enough for you to peek in, which was new at a time like this. at this time, his door would be shut. keeping both you and any possible intruders out while a little sign hung from his door going "OUT OF SERVICE COME BACK LATER" as a sign that he was either asleep, busy or away.

but there was no sign, and there was an open door.

you couldn't help but peek in, looking around the room. you could make out the sight if you squinted. it was caleb, he was on his phone. he stared down at it so intently, while two headphones plugged his ear from any and all sounds. his face flushed a pink, and his body jolted in the way your eyes didn't adjust to yet.

so you leaned in, inspecting the shadow-figure of caleb. deciphering every movement of his. that's when you saw it. his hands grabbed around his cock, pumping it at a pace which made his lips spill with whimpers and low muffled moans from the cotton of his shirt that filled his mouth. his arms flexing with every thrust and his eyes rolling back while he gathered a steady pace for himself.

your face felt hot, and your body lingered with a feeling of warmth. you legs involuntarily shuffling to squeeze your thighs together as you drunk up the sight of him. you pushed the door slightly, trying to get a closer view - but Caleb was quick to perk up looking straight at your shadow.

he scrambled to get himself put together, pulling up his clothes and jumping up out of his bed. he moved towards you quickly, his breath heavy as his chest heaved up and down. "pips," he chirped, "uh, ha, 'whaddya doing up at a time like this? miss me haha? here let me go to the bathroom and we can watch something okay? you can pick the movie." not letting you get a word out he shuffled past you and headed for the bathroom obviously embarrassed from just thinking you saw anything.

and you saw everything.

you moved in his room, noticing the phone that sat on his bed. you picked it up and settled down on his bed, typing in your birthday which is obviously his pass code, and looking through his phone. you stumbled on the website he was on, looking at it. oh. oh. you watched as the women degraded the men they had. how easy it was for these women to make their boyfriends get down and do what they want. was that what caleb was into? it was definitely different then what you two usually did.

heavy footsteps filled the room as it got closer to caleb’s room. you scrolled, ignoring them until you heard a “hey,” at the doorway. you looked up, caleb stood there. dumbfounded almost. he walked over to you with his hand out, asking for his phone back. and you just stared.

“do you want to do this?” you asked, setting the phone down on the bed, he tried to reach for it and you pulled it away. “give me my phone, pips.” he said softly, avoiding your eyes. you sucked your teeth, putting the phone in your shirt, placing it safely between your bra and your chest. caleb could only stand up, his eyes looking down in embarrassment.

the visual being almost eye candy for you. you stood up and grabbed his face, forcing his eyes to look at yours. “what’s the matter big guy? why are you acting shy now? you were just palming yourself to the thought of me practically calling you a stupid mutt.” his eyes flickered from your face, to your chest then to the floor. he let out a low whine from your words, his hands shaking.

“it’s okay,” you coo’d softly, caressing his face gently before moving your hand away. smack. your hands swiftly made their way across caleb’s cheek — looking up at him. he let out a moan, his body tensing. shame waved over his face, while his head turned away from you. with that, you looked down at his pants.

he got hard from that.

it only made you scoff, looking up at him almost laughing. “are you serious? did you just get fucking hard? off a slap? you really are a pathetic dog.” your eyes rolling — you scanned his body for any signs for you to stop, for a sign that you’re over-doing it, yet there was nothing. just to make sure, you turned. your hair swaying as you started to make your way to his door. “it’s late, you should get some slee - ” before you could finish you felt something grab your arm, you turned your head and it was caleb.

his eyes were doozy. he looked at you like he needed you, his face red but avoiding you and your eyes like it was plague. “you can’t — you can’t just leave me like this baby, please.” he whined. it was like music to your ears. you swatted his hand away and moved closer to him. pushing him on his bed.

your hands rubbed against the fabric of his sweats, glancing and grazing against his boner. “say it then, baby. come on, tell me how much you want me to call you names,” your lips finding his neck, and then his face. he tasted sweet - and his face was beautiful. his hips rolled at the feeling of your hands, small whimpers falling off his lips. “how you want me to make you feel oh-so-good.” you were teasing him, being cruel to him, yet it felt so exhilarating.

caleb held on your waist, tugging softly. “please,” he begged. “please make me feel so fucking good, i’ll be a good boy i promise — i’ll — fuckfuckfuck your hand your hand,” he was practically slurring on his words, you backed away from his neck and looked at him. his body spread on the bed as you leaded close to him, your hand palming his clothed cock while he held you somewhat steady.

his whimpers made you soar. you didn’t know he could make such noises, while you also didnt know you could be this mean to him. “my hand? what is it? puppy’s ‘gonna cum?” you coo’d. caleb’s gaze lingering on your hands while his hips squirmed and wiggled for more friction. he nodded his heads, hazed and dumbed.

“come on baby, you can cum for me.” you hum, in return caleb let out a guttural moan. his hips spurting while his now light-grey sweats stained with a darker color. you placed a kiss on the top of his forehead, then moved away from him. taking a step back you got down on your legs and spread his open slowly pulling down his waist band to reveal a throbbing cock.

“fuck caleb, you’re pathetic.” you groan, looking up at him before your mouth kissed the tip of his leaking head. “i wonder how many times you’ve gotten off to the thought of me doing this,” you hummed, fondling his balls while he whimpered, his eyes glossy. “how many times you’ve came to the thought of me using you for my pleasure, makes you feel real good, right?” you could see the tears form on his face as he nodded. “i’ve - ah mph, always thought of you doing this to me.” he whimpered.

you soon took him in your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you licked and sucked him. he was big, kissing the back of your throat while you sent vibrations through him. your head going at a steady pace as caleb held back the urge to take your head and absolutely demolish you. “oh god - you feel so good princess you do, really, i’ll be good for you - all good oh fuck,” he was stupid.

you picked up your pace, your hands now stroking him while you sucked him off. you could feel him tense, pounding in your mouth while you made him feel like heaven and earth combined.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum is that okay? please? let me cum in your mouth please,” he looked down at you, his hands holding on your head while you hummed in approval. his hips pounding in your mouth, kissing every inch of your throat and violating you, his hips bucking before hearing a ‘pop!’

you opened your mouth, his tip leaking all over your face. “such a nasty dog.” you got up, wiping your face before holding his face, and opening his mouth kissing him with your cum filled lips. “taste yourself, don’t you taste so good?” you tease, moving on top of his lap.

“come on doggy, undress me.” you roll your eyes, and caleb takes no time doing as he’s told. he started with your shirt, pulling it up over you and kissing your neck, down to your breasts while his hands hovered over your bra undoing them. his hands wandering down to your pants, shuffling your shorts off before pulling a free hand up to fondle your tit.

“so fucking beautiful” he mumbled, licking and kissing over you. his busy hand making its way down to your pantie before you slap him away. “nuh uh, not yet baby. you wanna cum right? be a good fucking boy.” your words sharp, caleb moved his hands away and you took your panties off.

“you’re gonna watch me prep myself. no touching, got it?” caleb’s eyes glazed over you, and you got straight to work. your fingers pushing your panties over before they rubbed on your nub. you let out a gasp and a moan - rubbing yourself and using your slick to make it easier.

your hands moved at the rhythm of your hips, your other arm using caleb’s shoulder for balance. it was horrid for caleb — he wanted you bad, and he wanted you now. yet you teased him, making him watch while he suffered the feeling of you twitching and shaking on top of him.

you slipped a digit in your sobbing cunt, then another. in and out at a slow pace, then speeding up. moving towards caleb ear you moaned for him. begging for him to make you feel good and to take you like the good puppy he was. how good you felt whenever he touched you. it made him shudder. your hips grinding against his cock, and he pulled you closer.

“so fucking nasty,” you moaned, your slit rubbing against his cock, while you now had both hands hold on to him, digging your nails in his back. “you’re so fucking nasty caleb,” you groaned. “jerking off to me — fuckfuck, you must’ve thought i couldn’t hear you? you fucking tease.” you couldn’t take it anymore.

your hips moved up, and you aligned your cunt with his cock, slowly going down feeling his dick fill you up so nicely. “oh, stupid mutt,” you held his face, tears down his eyes while your gazed never strayed from his, “you make me feel so good, the only thing you’re useful for baby,” you coo’d kissing his face. “fuck fuck can you hurry up and move??”

he obliged, his hips thrusting up in down, filling you then making you empty, you cried out, biting down on his nape making him moan in reply. “i know , i know im nasty” he whined out, stuttering as he rocked himself on you. “you’re just so fucking pretty i can’t help it baby,” he cried out. his hands having a firm grip on your hips making you roll on him.

you bounced on him, marked him, you needed him — you needed him to make you feel whole. “nothing without me, you’re nothing without me and you know this.” your kisses moving towards his face then his lips, “say it, say you’re nothing without me caleb” you whined.

caleb’s hips bucked forward, flipping you over and pushing his hips as close as he could to you. fuck, your eyes rolled back. you could feel his cock kiss your cervix, kiss every little part of your cunt. “i’m nothing without you, i’m yours, i need you,” he groaned, his pace picking up as his hands rubbed small circles on your crying nub.

“that’s it baby” you coo’d “work me real nice, good boy — that’s how you make me feel good.” your praises sent him over the moon, his hips buffering and his balls slapping nicely against your cunt making you both twitch in pleasure. you could feel him tense as he leaned down placing kisses over you.

“i’m close, come on make me cum, make me feel good come on” you held on his face, looking at his eyes. he was truly a beautiful sight. “cum with me okay baby? yeah you can do that for me right?” you coo’d, caleb whined in agreement. his hips rutting against you, before he stopped and twitched. his seed spilling everywhere in you while you both panted and moaned.

you stared at caleb, his breath heavy and eyes swollen. his necklace dangling before you pulled on it, bringing him down for a kiss.

if you knew this is what he was into, you would’ve peeked in his room a loooong time ago.

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pochaccoups · 6 months ago

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facetime — choi seungcheol & yoon jeonghan

pairing — choi seungcheol x yoon jeonghan x f!reader

summary — when three people in a relationship want to fuck but one of them is in a different country, facetime comes in pretty handy.

wc — 4k

warnings — nsfw content minors dni! smut, established polyamorous relationship, threesome (technically), phone sex, butt plugs, anal and vaginal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation, so much dirty talk, soft dom!seungcheol, brat tamer!seungcheol, prone bone, creampie, slight daddy kink, reader referred to as a girl, a lot of ‘cheollie’ and ‘hannie’ sorry but i think they sound cute

author’s note — umm hi can u tell i had so much fun writing this …… this will be part of a poly jeongcheol series i have in the works so pls stay tuned and enjoy !!! :>

seungcheol: just finished up the show, what are you up to?

jeonghan: busy.

Attached is a photo that’s slightly shaky and dimly lit, but Seungcheol can make out every detail of you with Jeonghan’s cock halfway down your throat.

It takes less than a second for Seungcheol’s caller ID to pop up on Jeonghan’s phone screen, and Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“Yah… You know I hate being left out,” is the first thing Seungcheol says. The sound of his deep voice makes you draw your mouth off of Jeonghan.

“Cheollie?” you ask, beaming as you snatch your boyfriend’s phone from his hands so that you can see your other boyfriend through the screen.

“Hi, pretty,” Seungcheol says, waving. He looks hot, but that’s a perpetual characteristic of his. He hasn’t removed his makeup yet, and his hair, getting longer, is still styled from the show. “Miss me?”

“So much. We both do,” you say with a grin. You make a show of mouthing at Jeonghan’s cock for the camera, sticking out your tongue so you can slap the tip on it, swirling it around, all with a faint mischievous gleam in your eyes at the sound of one boyfriend’s whines and the other’s sulking.

“Yeah? Doesn’t really seem like you do,” Seungcheol says, laying back on a bed that’s way too soft, too cold, too far away.

“Seungcheollie, you know how needy our girl is-ah,” Jeonghan pipes up, moaning as you wrap your lips around him and bob your head up and down.

“I do know, and you’re not innocent either, Jeonghan. You miss getting your pretty little ass fucked, don’t you?”

You worry Jeonghan will bust then and there from the way his cock twitches in your mouth, but fuck was Seungcheol right. It’s why you all prefer to have sex with all three of you present, because at this point having someone missing feels… weird. Not bad. Definitely not. But the absence of a third lover becomes far too apparent.

Right now, you and Jeonghan don’t have much of a choice though. Duty calls, meaning Seungcheol is touring on the other side of the world—has been for the last two weeks and will be for another two weeks. Jeonghan would be with him if it weren’t for his enlistment. Alas, you have Seungcheol’s voice to do what it does best: tell you two exactly what to do.

“Take all of him, baby, you know you can,” he says, soft and slightly commanding in a way that makes you want to do good just for him, make him proud. And you’ve taken Seungcheol, who’s a little longer and far thicker, all the way down your throat many, many times before that swallowing Jeonghan’s entire length feels like a mere warmup.

Pride swells through you when your two boyfriends curse above you, filling you with an eagerness to give them more. So while one of your hands holds the phone, albeit shakingly, your other hand pumps the base of Jeonghan’s cock, in rhythm with your mouth as you bob up and down. It’s wet and obscene, the way you lap up the precum that leaks from your boyfriend’s tip only to let it spill from your lips and drool all over him, all over your fingertips.

Your eyes never break away from Seungcheol, who’s chewing on his bottom lip and staring at you with eyes that are both clouded over with desire and dark with concentration. If you know your boyfriend then he’s thinking of all the things he would do if he was in the same room as you two.

Jeonghan doesn’t expect it when one of your spit-slick fingers creeps down to his ass and traces his hole, and he squirms and cries as you prod at his opening before pushing inside. He’s taken Seungcheol many, many times, too, that your finger should feel like a warmup, but two weeks without his boyfriend’s cock stretching him out is torture, so the slide of your digit in and out is a sweet relief that he’s forgotten.

You pull your mouth away from him, sitting up on your knees so that you can angle the camera for Seungcheol to watch as your finger dips in, all the way to your knuckle, then back out of Jeonghan’s hole.

“He’s so whiny today, Cheollie.”

“Mm, more than usual, huh?” he replies, licking his lips, his hand reaching to his crotch to palm at it just a little. He thinks about how his fingers are twice as thick as yours, how Jeonghan would sob if it was his hands inside him.

“He misses your fat cock,” you say, and Seungcheol feels his sanity jump straight out of his hotel window. You’ve always proven detrimental to his patience and self-control, taking years off of your poor boyfriend’s life with your bratty ways. “Right, Hannie?” you say, right as you pull your finger out of him, grinning as he squirms and curses under his breath as a reply.

You only stop fingering him because you have an idea. With the phone still in hand, you dangle yourself off the side of the king bed to open one of the bedside table drawers, grab the silver heart-shaped plug and bottle of lube, then clamber back between your boyfriend’s legs. Jeonghan watches with glistening eyes as you drizzle the plug with lube. Once it’s drenched, you flip the phone camera around, letting Seungcheol watch as you press the tapered end of the plug against Jeonghan’s hole. The cold toy makes him flinch at first, and he shudders as you circle his rim with it until he’s thoroughly smeared with the sticky liquid.

The sound Jeonghan makes when you push the plug inside of him is pitiful, and it’s in harmony with a deep groan of approval from Seungcheol. You’re the furthest one from dominant among the three of you, and yet you have these men dangerously wrapped around your finger. Your men.

“There,” you say, content, like you’ve just painted a masterpiece—and your boyfriend’s pretty ass with a cute heart-shaped butt plug nestled inside comes pretty close.

“That’s my girl. So thoughtful,” says Seungcheol, and his praise ignites you with a sense of accomplishment that rivals the highest of promotions.

“Can I make him eat me out now?” you ask, because it’s Cheol who does this best; sets the pace, tells you what to do, lets you sit in the palm of his hand while he does all the thinking for the three of you. A true leader, through and through.

“Keep sucking Hannie off, baby, just for a bit,” is his instruction. It would be easy to disobey him, yes, to disconnect the call and turn off the phone if you so pleased, but the thing about Seungcheol is that even when his voice is soft, it still commands.

You pout only for the sake of pouting because, really, having Jeonghan’s cock in your mouth is one of your favourite pastimes. You waste no time swallowing him all the way down to his base again, only to pop right back off him just to hear a tortured moan from him. You fall back into an up and down bobbing rhythm then, steadily, lips wrapped tight around your boyfriend’s length in the way that you know won’t make him last long.

“Jeonghannie,” Seungcheol calls out, but the man in question is too busy whining and whimpering to hear him. When he’s close his brain all but shuts off and the only thing he can do is take whatever he’s getting with pretty, pretty moans.

“Baby, don’t let him cum yet,” Seungcheol urges you instead.

Jeonghan nearly sobs this time when you pop your mouth off his cock, but there’s a force in Seungcheol’s voice that compels you to listen. “Yes, daddy,” you say—the cherry on top.

Seungcheol drags a hand over his face, groaning. “Fuck, you two want me dead, huh?”

“Yeah, well, you two are disgusting… and annoying,” says Jeonghan, who sounds thoroughly irritated as a cute frown knits his brows together.

Poor, poor you, with not one but two needy, jealous boyfriends who can’t stand not being the subjects of all your affection. If it was you in Seungcheol’s position, alone on the other side of the world, you would never get this sulky. You’d be completely rational about it. Obviously.

The urge to soothe Jeonghan comes as an instinct, one that makes you crawl up from between his legs so that you can straddle his slender waist and kiss his pouting lips. He melts into you when you do, mouth moulding against yours so sweetly, his hands falling to your waist and the tips of his fingers dancing softly against your skin. The Facetime call is forgotten, much to Seungcheol’s dismay, as you drop the phone to the bed in favour of cradling Jeonghan’s cheeks in your hands so that you can kiss him harder. Your crotch, still clothed, rocks back and forth over his erection and soon you’re moaning into one another’s mouths, muffled by your tongues that are swirling together.

Jeonghan doesn’t have half of Seungcheol’s strength to manhandle you around, so he opts to gently guide you off his lap and onto the bed until you’re underneath him. He kisses you once, twice, thrice, leaves you reeling as he moves on to pepper your neck with soft nibbles and scrapes of his teeth. He pulls away for a moment only to drag your t-shirt (one of Seungcheol’s, of course) up and over your head.

Now that you’re less occupied with Jeonghan’s lips, you pick up the phone again and bring the camera up to your face, grinning at Seungcheol’s small pout on the screen. If you could only hop through the phone and into his lap, you would do it in a heartbeat.

“Cheollie, wanna see your cock, please,” you say, shivering as Jeonghan mouths at one of your nipples. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue as his hands reach up to grasp your tits delicately, and you sigh when his warm, wet mouth envelops one of your hardened buds.

“Not yet, baby, I’ll take it out when Jeonghan fucks you, okay?”

Seungcheol chuckles fondly at your unhappy hum, so he adds, “I wanna cum with you two, yeah?”

“Okay, fine- wait, Hannie,” you whine. “My boobs.”

He peers up, already between your legs, having decided he was done giving attention to your tits. You see right through it—your boyfriend is nothing if not vengeful.

“You’re too spoiled,” he quips, peeling your shorts and panties down your legs, exposing your drooling pussy to him.

“And you’re used to Cheollie doing everythi-ahh!” Jeonghan cuts you off when he licks your cunt without warning, sending your eyes rolling back into your head and your hand grabbing a fistful of his now-short hair. He’s far from rough and aggressive, but it’s precisely the patient softness of his touch that leaves you keening for more.

“Baby, can you do me a favour?” Seungcheol asks, practically cooing as he watches your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

But all you can focus on is the way that Jeonghan’s warm tongue flicks lazily over your clit as well as the grip of his fingers on your thighs.

“Baby?” Seungcheol tries again, only a little louder. This time your eyes flick to him on the screen and you make a little affirmative noise. “Will you flip the phone screen around for me, please? I wanna watch Hannie eat your pretty pussy.”

You do as he asks, pointing the camera to give Seungcheol a view of his boyfriend between his girlfriend’s thighs.

“Good girl,” he says, breathier now, his tone darker. It’s deliberate; malicious, you would say—his praise makes you a whiny, needy mess. His voice alone turns you into a slut and he knows that because you’d told him that, word for word. “And since I’m not there, can you play with your tits for me, baby? The way that I would do it? I know it’s not the same, but it’ll still feel good.”

“Mhm,” you moan. You find yourself closing your eyes as you let go of Jeonghan’s hair and bring your hand to cup your own breast, to squeeze and grope at it, to tweak and tug at your nipple, all while imagining that you’re leaned against your boyfriend’s sturdy, broad body and that it’s his big, unrelenting hand cupping your tits and not your own.

At the same time, Jeonghan eats your pussy like the fiend that he is. Unlike Seungcheol, who lacks the control to stop himself from ravaging you like an animal until your pussy is raw and puffy, Jeonghan is much more, as he is in all aspects of his life, calculated. He’ll string you along with swipes of his tongue that seem coy until he’s making passes through your folds, prodding at your dripping, awaiting entrance. He licks into your hole and sips at your arousal like it’s honey, intent on making you fall apart slowly.

“How does his mouth feel, angel? Tell him,” says Seungcheol, whose lips have gotten swollen from his relentless chewing on them.

“God, Hannie, feels so good,” you squeak, your eyes still screwed shut as if that’ll help soothe the heat that burns through your body from Jeonghan’s mouth. Your fingers keep pinching at your nipple, and then Jeonghan slips two of his fingers into your heat, sending your hips bucking against his face and leaving you whining desperately, shamelessly.

While his mouth makes out with your cunt, Jeonghan’s fingers dip in and out of you, massaging at your most sensitive spot over and over. He finds it with practiced ease, and he knows by now exactly what kind of vigour it needs to have you crying. He’s practically petting at your insides, your walls clamping around his fingers as your moans start to grow louder.

“H-hannie, I’m close, please, right there,” you squirm as your walls attempt to suck his fingers in.

You don’t see it, but his eyes flash with something devilish. Your other boyfriend sees it, though.

“Jeonghan, don’t even think about edging her.”

Jeonghan smirks with mischief, letting his fingers do the work as he pulls his mouth away from your pussy.

“Let me have my fun, Seungcheollie.”

“If I did that neither you nor her would cum at all,” is your other boyfriend’s response.

There’s silence as Jeonghan ponders whether he should obey or disobey. All the while, you’re mere inches away from your edge, hot with frustration because it’s so close; you’re so close. You just need a little bit more. It’s not too much to ask.

“Hannie, please…”

And he can’t find it in himself to deprive you any longer, so he crooks his fingers and works them as fast as he possibly can until you’re clenching, gushing, writhing all around his hand, wailing his name as you grab at his wrist but he still won’t stop.

“Such a good boy, huh, Jeonghannie? Making her cum so good,” comes Seungcheol’s voice, sounding more breathless with each time he speaks. “Now we’re all happy.”

It’s only once your walls have stopped spasming around his fingers that Jeonghan finally slips them out of you and pops them straight into his mouth, licking them clean of every drop of your sugary arousal. He makes sure to gaze directly into the camera as his tongue laves and swirls over each one of his digits, knowing Seungcheol’s dick is twitching at the sight.

“I haven’t cum yet though. So I’m not happy yet,” he says, dragging a finger out of his mouth with a pop.

You sit up on your elbows with your cute, blissed out features, your eyes falling to his red-hard cock.

“Come here and fuck me, then,” you say, impatient, like he didn’t just give you an orgasm. You paw at the hem of his shirt (also Seungcheol’s) and bite your lip as he pulls it over his head, letting your hands roam over his pale torso.

“Ride me?” he asks. How predictable. If it’s not Seungcheol taking him from behind then it’s you on top of him. God forbid Yoon Jeonghan does the work.

“Actually, I have a better idea. And this way Cheollie can see us both,” you say with a grin.

With the phone on the front-facing camera, you prop it up against the headboard and roll onto your stomach, craning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Like this?” Jeonghan asks, straddling the backs of your thighs.

“Yeah,” you say, parting your legs a little, arching your back and raising your hips—presenting your soaked, messy hole to him. “Try not to get tired.”

He responds with a half-hearted smack to your ass and Cheol scoffs out a chuckle. Jeonghan slides his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, revelling in your tiny gasps every time it catches on your entrance. You’re prepared to whine and nag at your boyfriend to hurry up, but you suppose he’s feeling just as impatient as you are because he’s pushing in before you can even speak up. You look at Seungcheol, mouth dropping as you’re stuffed full with Jeonghan’s cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. His hands land on either side of your elbows so that he can hover over you, reel his hips back, and fuck himself into you like that.

In this position, Jeonghan’s length brushes right against your gummy, sensitive spot with every stroke, making you keen for more even though he’s just started.

“Harder, Hannie,” you sigh, pushing your ass up against his hips.

Instead of listening, he drops his head to the crook of your shoulder and kisses your skin. His breath tickles your ear when he whispers to you: “ah, what’s the rush, angel?”

You turn your head to catch his gaze, to drink in the sight of his face as he takes what he needs from you; his cheeks pink, his eyes tired and full of hunger. His lips, plump and enticing, evoke an unrivalled craving within you and he reads you well, brings his mouth to yours to give you as much satiation as he can muster.

Seungcheol sits, silent, waiting. His patience is mere embers as he watches you two, his boyfriend and his girlfriend, tangled within one another. The wet slap of Jeonghan’s balls against the back of your thighs; the smacking of your lips, teeth, and tongues. He misses it. Fuck, he could go insane.

“Cheollie,” you whine, when Jeonghan’s lips are no longer enough. “Want you to feel good too.”

“Yeah, okay,” he replies, abandoning all semblance of the self-control he’d displayed up until now. It’s time, anyway, he thinks. He’s held off long enough. He puts his phone down and there’s shuffling as he strips himself of his sweat-soaked outfit from the show and settles upon the bed sheets once more.

Saliva pools from the sides of your mouth when he angles his camera to show you his hand wrapped around his thick, erect dick and God, what you’d do to have it bruising the back of your throat until you’re gagging, letting him defile you all while he coos the sweetest of praises at you.

“Daddy, I miss your cock so bad,” you admit in a weak whimper, shivering when Jeonghan angles himself deeper inside you.

“Yeah? Miss how I’d fuck your pretty little mouth?”

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard around me, Seungcheollie,” Jeonghan grits. “Greedy little thing.”

“I mean, it’s our fault one cock’s not enough to make her happy anymore,” says Seungcheol, sighing with relief as he thumbs at his leaking tip, squeezing his fist around it, reminiscent of the way that you and Jeonghan like to tease him.

“Like I said,” says Jeonghan as he pushes two of his fingers between your parted lips. “Spoiled.”

You moan around them, staring straight into the camera as you suck on them, staring at Seungcheol, who starts to pump his hand up and down his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and pretend it’s your hand, or Jeonghan’s hand, or one of your tight, warm holes, but he can’t take his eyes off of his phone screen no matter how hard he wants to, and, well, he doesn’t want to.

He jerks himself off to the same rhythm that Jeonghan’s hips grind into yours. Seungcheol likes things a little faster, usually, more rough, but it’s Jeonghan who’s inside you right now, not him, so he matches his boyfriend’s lazy but not too slow pace, one that’s just enough to give you a gradual stimulation.

There’s something about the whole thing—being fucked on camera, being teased with Seungcheol’s cock when you can’t have it—it has you way more excited than you expected. Way more turned on than you expected. It shows in the floods of arousal that drip from your pussy and dampen yours and Jeonghan’s thighs, in the way you’re whinier and more sensitive than usual.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol’s own noises don’t help. In fact they spur you on, coax you closer to your edge, urge the heat in your belly to grow. When Seungcheol isn’t giving deep, rasped curses, he’s letting out pretty, breathy, borderline whimpering moans. Jeonghan’s sounds are as angelic as he is. His voice is a holy choir in your ear, heavenly and soft as he gasps with exertion and pleasure; as he does things to you that any God would frown upon.

Jeonghan, too, is more sensitive. With the plug constantly brushing at his prostate, he can’t help but screw his eyes shut and pretend it’s his big, buff boyfriend fucking his girth into him. It makes his thrusts grow raggedy, like he’s more heavy. His body weight presses into you as his arms start to ache just a little. He’s impossibly deep in your guts like this and it feels so fucking good that your brain starts to melt.

Seungcheol recognises the look in your eye—absent, like you’re starting to tap out and letting yourself become consumed by bliss.

“Is she getting close, angel?” he questions, punctuating it with a moan, the slick glide of his hand up and down his cock like music in your ears.

Jeonghan hums affirmatively. “Pretty pussy’s choking me,” he says, his voice cracking, his composure with it. He tries to put more vigour in his thrusts, more determination. The sooner you cum, the sooner he cums.

“Cum for Jeonghannie, baby,” Seungcheol urges softly.

“Cum for me,” Jeonghan echoes. You don’t stand a chance.

The heat inside you coils up, then erupts. Jeonghan fucks you through your climax as you tremble beneath him, crying his name and clawing at the sheets below you.

“There it is, my good girl,” Seungcheol coos, tightening his grip on his cock as he tugs at it harshly as though it could ever replicate the feeling of your warm walls clamping down on him as you cum.

“Ah, fuck,” Jeonghan gasps, dropping his head to your shoulder, cock twitching. His next request is a broken, pathetic moan. “Ch-cheollie, cum with me.”

Jeonghan stills inside you, whimpering softly with every rope of cum that he spills inside you, letting you milk him of every last drop. At the same time, Seungcheol gives a resounding groan as he brings himself to his own release, cum splattering over his toned stomach.

There’s a moment of silence, or, rather, nothing but a harmony of laboured breaths as the three of you come down from your orgasms. You give a noise of protest as Jeonghan suddenly rolls off of you, but his stamina is always drained after sex—especially when he’s doing the work. You shiver, both from the emptiness in your cunt and the cold air that hits you now that you no longer have your boyfriend’s body as a shield from it.

“Seungcheollie’s gonna wanna see your cum leak out of me, you know,” you say.

“You know me so well, baby,” is Seungcheol’s reply.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. He makes no effort to move from his spot, opting to stretch his arm above his head and pat around until he finds the phone. He sits up next to you, points the camera between your legs as he grips one of your ass cheeks and spreads you apart.

There’s a screenshot sound as white drools from your spent hole.

“Seungcheol!” you shriek. “You pervert.”

“Coups-ya, send that to me.”

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luvyeni · 8 months ago

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( drabble ) smoke and fuck ! ୨୧ 一 이희승 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ heeseung being your plugヾ

plug!heeseung・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・weed usage, oral sex ( M ), unprotected sex, dirty talk‎ wc ・ ‎0.8k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 plug heeseung will hit every. single. time 😮‍💨

heeseung 🍃. i'm here… 10:30 pm read

not even bothering to change out of your sleep shorts and zip up hoodie; slipping on your slippers, taking your money you had waiting on your dresser along with your keys and out the door you were.

heeseung parked right in front of your apartment; sending you a text sitting his phone in the cup holder as he waited for you to come out. normally heeseung didn’t make late night house calls, but for you; he’d do anything for, even if they meant bringing you weed at 11:00 at night. “heeseung.”

you exited the building to were his car was parked, knocking on the slightly rolled down window. he rolled down the window, you leaned over. “you could’ve just come up.” he smiled seeing your pouty face. “it’s cold.” he looked at your attire; you looked good. “it’s late, i should be in bed.” he teased. “i came because you called me.” you scoffed. “you’re getting paid aren’t you?” he flagged you off. “why do you keep on trying to pay me? your money is no good here.” he reached in his glove compartment, grabbing the leafy substance. “here princess.”

you went to reach for it but he pulled it back. “heeseung it’s cold.” you whined, he chuckled. you forced back a smile trying not to egg him on, he always did it — and you always fell for it. “get in then,” he said. “it’s late.” you said, he rolled his eyes. “that hasn’t stopped you before, come on, let's roll one up together.” biting down on his plump bottom lip as his eyes traveled down your body. “i’ll make it worth your wild, you know i will…”

“oh fuck baby.” he groaned, his head thrown back against the head of the back seat of his car — you on your knees; your mouth working down on his cock, everytime he came to see you it always ended like this. “shit love this fucking mouth of yours.” he held the back of your head; guiding you up and down his length, his hips occasionally bucking up causing you to gag. “sh-shit , feels so fucking good.” the lit blunt in his hand. “damn.” he moaned, bringing the blunt to his lip, taking a puff and exhaling. “fuck speed up.”

you wrapped your hands around his thick length , twisting your hands as you bobbed your head up and down; spit coating his cock messily. “sucking my dick like a good little whore fuck im gonna cum.” he groaned. “gonna cum down your tight little throat.” he groaned, pushing your head down — cock twitching as cum shot from his tip coating the back of your throat. “fuck get up.”

you climbed into the man’s lap; unzipping your sweater. “came out here without a shirt or a bra.” he chuckled. “you came out here ready to be fucked, so desperate.” he passed you the blunt, you took it between your fingers, taking a long drag, he grabbed your face pulling your lips close to his, letting you blow smoke into his mouth. “and you came here at 11 at night to fuck me, what does that make you?”

he slapped your ass; you yelped. “ow, that shit hurts.” he rubbed the sore cheek. “you’re right baby we’re both desperate.” he took the fully smoked blunt from your hand, throwing it out the car; his vehicle now filled with smoke. “so why aren’t you full of my cock right now?”

you pulled your shorts to the side; he was stroking his wet cock, sighing as you sunk down on his cock. “mhm fuck heeseung.” he smirked as you held his shoulders, his cock fulling you out deliciously. “that’s it princess.” the high you both were in amplifying your pleasure. “shit this pussy is the best.” he groaned. “love it so much.”

he held your waist, keeping you steady as you found your speed, bouncing up and down on his cock. “ye-yeah shit.” he groaned. “fuck me.” this was the reason he came out so late; he’d come out at 2 in the morning if you wanted him to — because he knew he’d have you fucking yourself on him in his car high every single time, no matter how many times you tried barley to play hard to get. “fuck baby keep bouncing gonna cum.”

he slapped your ass rubbing the soreness. “fuck hee!” you screamed, his hips bucking up. “yeah fuck princess i feel your pussy twitching on me, you gonna cum?” you nodded. “fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum, im gonna fucking cum!” you shrieked. “shit cum for me!” he head thrown back again once again as you came. “oh fuck!”

you pulled off of him, both your hands wrapping around his length stroking his cock until his thick sticky cum shit from his cock, covering your hand. “oh fuck.” he sighed, you chuckled out of breath. “how many times are you gonna trick me into coming out here?”

“trick you?” he questioned. “sweets the baby the way you were bouncing on my dick, you knew what you wanted when you came out here.” he said. “lay back now.” he pulled your shorts down. “look at this pretty pussy.” he groaned biting his lip. “so ready to be eaten.”

“gonna make you cum on my tongue a few times, roll you another blunt and then fuck this pretty pussy again.”

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anglbunny · 19 days ago

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LITTLE SECRET

♡. mean plug!nagi, smut mdni, based on this request

Everyone thinks Nagi’s soft. Not soft like sweet but calm, doesn't say anything, which isn't exactly wrong.

Nice when he needs to be. calm. Quietly passing out his overpriced “study guides,” letting people bum lighters off him, showing up to class just enough to ace the midterm.

You know better.

You know the real Nagi — the one who keeps a burner phone in his desk drawer and a Glock under his flimsy dorm mattress. The one who deals out of the library basement and pays someone to write his papers while he plays Apex.

The one who’s currently got your legs spread wide in his desk chair, his hand around your throat, and that same blank expression on his face like this doesn’t even take effort. Your sitting on the chair, back pressed to the soft cushion-y backrest, legs spread open, like you're on display for him. face red, barely able to look at him due to the compromising position.

“Thought you said you could handle it,” he murmurs, pushing deeper. You choke on a moan, nails digging into his forearm. He doesn’t stop.

“C’mon,” he drawls, low and dangerous now. “You wanna be my little secret, you gotta learn to take it.”

He’s so deep it hurts, stretching you open, thick and slow like he knows you can’t take all of him — and doing it anyway, you swear you can feel his tip in your stomach. No warning, no prep. Just fingers in your mouth and his cock forcing its way in like he owns your body.

“You cryin’?” he smirks, dragging his thumb across your cheek, catching a stray tear. “Cute.”

He fucks you like he’s trying to ruin you — one hand gripping your jaw so you have no choice but to look at him while he rocks into you hard enough to shake the chair.

“Always act so sweet on campus,” he mutters, biting down on your shoulder. “But here you are, letting the plug fuck you dumb behind a locked door.”

Your legs shake. Your throat burns from how loud you’ve been. His name slips out over and over — broken, gasping, slurred.

“You gonna come?” he breathes against your ear. “Beg.”

You whimper. “Nagi—please, I—I need—”

“That’s not begging.”

His hand slides between your thighs, two fingers rubbing tight, fast circles on your throbbing clit, he can feel you trembling beneath him while he pounds into you harder.

“Beg, baby,” he whispers, mean and slow now. “Or I’ll leave you like this.”

You sob his name. You beg. You promise anything. "please! nagi.. I— I'll do whatever you want! I just.. please.. jus' wanna cum" you sob, voice shaking,

And when you finally come — back arching, nails clawing his shirt, mouth wide and silent — he groans like he felt it, too. He pulls out just in time to paint your pretty pussy all white and sticky, purposely smearing the cum all over, especially over your fluttering entrance, with his pink tip.

After, he kisses your shoulder like he didn’t just fuck you like a monster. Pulls your panties back in place, not bothering to clean the cum. Fixes your hair.

By the time someone knocks at his door, he’s back to being everyone’s favorite plug — mellow and soft-spoken, hoodie up, eyes lidded.

You’re the only one who knows what he’s really like.

And you can’t stop coming back.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @greekyoghurtwithberries

A/n: ahhh i love him sm

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shotmrmiller · 9 months ago

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in which johnny gifts the love of his life a sex toy outta nowhere

when you mumble into the phone that you miss him, johnny, he pauses for a second, then tells you he's going to bring you a gift back home. "to keep ye company, hen." after, he locks himself in a bathroom stall and watches you play with yourself until you both come.

but you'd thought he'd bring you a pet. a live animal that needs a cage to be brought across the world, not a long, slim unmarked box.

it's a sex toy. and it's rather large, at that. your hand wraps around the base, fingertips still a good inch apart.

"and i'm supposed to be using that?" his arms wrap around your waist, his thick stubble grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, raising goose flesh.

"don't like it? only had ye in mind, hen." he presses a wet kiss on your fluttering pulse. you've never really talked about toys in your relationship. you don't need them, of course, and johnny more than makes up for the time lost between you two whenever he's home but this?

"i don't know," you mumble. "a bullet would've made more sense, i think. at most a rose." his hands run up your sides, to the swell of your breasts and give you a gentle squeeze. he doesn't believe the tripe of people valuing size over all else, does he? the thing is easily as thick as your forearm and it's corded with veins. and it's uncut. whoever is making these are going to extreme lengths to make it as realistic as possible.

he bucks his hips, prominent bulge in his jeans coming to rest in the small of your back. of course he'd get excited. menace.

"ye willnae have t'use it alone now tha' i'm here. 'sides, i think ye'd look perfect with my pretty kitty stretched thin around it." johnny grabs your hips firmly, creating small divots as his grip tightens. "maybe i'll watch ye fuck yerself on it, hm? lap at yer clit while ye do." liquid heat pools in your belly, pulsing hot between your legs.

he really wants you to use it, given by his ragged breathing and he rutting himself against you. fine. "okay. just, not right now, yeah? i want only you in me." his eyes burn fluorescent as he nods, his large hand cradling your head as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you missed this. the sweet sting of his cock sliding home in your aching cunt, the sharp pinch below your navel when his tip comes to sit snugly against the plug of your womb. you've missed this. missed him.

maybe he'll forget all about that monstrosity sitting in the box.

he doesn't. he's bringing it up hours later, his spend still dripping warm on your thighs. johnny cannot be serious.

"course i am, hen." his fingers sweep at the hair stuck to your sweat-slick forehead. "is it a crime to want to see ye split open on some- something else?"

you think nothing of his stutter. "alright," you groan. if that's what he wants. it'll be interesting to see just how much you can take. you'll never tell him that your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought, his cum trickling out faster, pooling on the sheets.

it's not warm. the tip of it presses against your swollen entrance, cold in contrast to your heated flesh. johnny watches you swallow a gasp, your trembling hands reaching for his as you slide down an inch, two, three. johnny's cum is wonderful lube, but the searing burn- the size of toy is overwhelming, your walls being wrenched apart as you glide down further. johnny presses a prickly kiss on your cheek, cooing in your ear all the while his clever fingers draw gentle circles on your clit. "focus on breathin', bonnie. yer tensin' up."

desire begins to bubble beneath your skin, pleasure causing your muscles to warm and slacken, and after a long couple of minutes, you find yourself at the base.

but then johnny grabs your hips from behind and pulls- oh. "that's it." if you'd thought the toy had originally been in your stomach, it's now in your throat. "pretty as a peach, hen. jus' wha' i wanted to see." a shiver dances up your spine, notches trembling as you get used to the unforgiving stretch of the toy. his breath warms the side of your neck. "on yer go."

you come around it no less than three times, leaving it milky and johnny cleans it up with his mouth before he cleans you up.

the girth of it is something you'll never get used to but it does get easier. when johnny goes back to work, he tells you that all he asks for are videos of you using it. for his collection, he greedily says.

you send him as many as you can, no matter the hours. just a quick nsfw text before getting his thumbs up and away it goes. it's incredibly fun. the relationship hadn't been dull by any means, but this just feels invigorating. you feel rejuvenated. that johnny is your biggest cheerleader while using it is such a bonus.

you oughta marry him. maybe you'll elope the next time he's home. but when the next time comes, johnny calls you instead of messaging you the usual be home soon text.

and it sends you reeling.

bonnie. the toy treat ye well while i was gone?

no better than you could me, but yeah. i'm still sore from using it in the last video i sent you.

that's great. if ye like the toy then ye'll love the real thing, i ken. we'll be there in 10.

#surprise the toy is actually a mould of his teammates cock :)#simon takes a welcome back home kiss from you #the least he can receive as payment for his generosity is your tongue in his mouth bffr #this turned out way longer than expected rip a drabble???#also rip your hole you're getting the real deal tonight #i always end up in ghoap x reader territory lmaoooo #if this is a disease i don't wanna be cured #johnny soap mctavish x reader #ghoap x reader #cod smut #ghoap x you

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carnalcrows · 4 months ago

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A DEAL - THANOS

pairing: plug!thanos x male!reader

synopsis: Your dealer offers you another way to pay for your drugs.

content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, drug usage, breeding, free use?

word count: 1.1k

You weren’t about to walk all the way back home just because you forgot your damn phone. That was like an hour’s trip—both ways—and for what? Just to come all the way back to buy the same damn thing?

Nah.

Not when you were already at Thanos’ place, comfortably sprawled out on his couch like it was your second home. Not when he was right there, sitting across from you in his usual chair, one leg crossed over the other, smoking like he had all the time in the world.

And definitely not when you could already smell the good shit from across the room.

“C’mon, man,” you groaned, head tipped back against the couch, fingers drumming lazily against your knee. “You know I always pay you. Just let me take it, and I’ll send the money later.”

Thanos didn’t respond right away. He just took another slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke like he was contemplating his life choices, like maybe he regretted ever doing business with you in the first place.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“That’s cute,” he said, voice slow and deep, smooth as ever. “But I don’t do charity.”

You scoffed. “Wow. So heartless.”

He smirked. “Nah. Just practical.” He flicked some ash into the tray beside him, tilting his head slightly. “Though, lucky for you… I do accept alternative forms of payment.”

Your brows furrowed. “Huh?”

Thanos just stared at you.

And then—oh.

Your lips curled into a slow grin. “Oh, you’re nasty.”

Thanos chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

You leaned back, running your tongue over your teeth, tapping your fingers against your thigh. You should just leave. Should just call it a night and make the trip home. But… that was a lot of effort. And you really wanted that stash.

And, well.

Thanos wasn’t ugly.

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face. “Man, whatever. You better give me the top-shelf shit, though.”

Thanos grinned—dark, lazy, cocky as hell. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice dropping slightly. “I take care of my customers.”

Then, with no warning, he was on you.

His hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up just enough before he crashed his lips against yours.

It was messy. Fast. Hungry. There was no hesitation, no build-up—just Thanos, all heat and pressure and control. His fingers gripped your face like he had no intention of letting go, and his other hand pinned your thigh down, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You barely had time to react before his tongue teased at the seam of your lips, demanding. He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t waiting. He was just taking.

A groan built in your throat, half a protest, half something else, but Thanos swallowed it whole.

"Relax," he muttered against your mouth, his tone edged with amusement. "You acting all shy on me now?"

You scoffed, gripping the front of his hoodie, half to pull him closer, half to push him away—but Thanos barely budged.

“Shut up.”

He smirked against your lips. “Make me.”

You tried. You really did. But Thanos had already won.

His hand slid up from your jaw, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. He was leading it, controlling it, and all you could do was keep up. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, sharp enough to make you gasp, and he took full advantage, drinking in the sound like he owned it.

You barely registered the shift until you felt your back hit the couch, Thanos settling over you, pressing you down like he had all night to burn.

Your breath hitched. "You're enjoying this too much."

Thanos chuckled, low and knowing. "Maybe." He dragged his thumb over your swollen lip, voice dropping to a murmur. "But you're not exactly complaining."

And, well.

You weren’t.

That was probably how you ended up in this position. Face pushed into the couch while your ass was gripped by Thanos’ hands as he wrecked your hole. His hands, god, they were so large, gripping you by the waist, as his colourful nails dug into your skin, leaving crescent shaped marks.

"You feel so good around me... fuck", he groaned as you clenched around him, your hands gripping at the fabric of the couch for support.

The way he fucked you was almost animalistic, if anything, you could say that it was better that the drugs.

Feeling himself close to release, he fucked into you with reckless abandoned, reaching spots you didn't even know exist.

You felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, arching your back into him as you came.

He came soon after, pushing all the way into you before painting your insides a pearly white.

He laid you on the couch and flipped you around to face him. Your fucked-out expression made him hard again, you felt him in your stomach.

"You thought we were done? Nah, the booze you want costs way more that this baby."

Oh.

Fuck.

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mmegwrld · 3 months ago

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𖤓.ೃ࿔* WARM + jeon jungkook

you and jungkook are college roommates, but sometimes you two hook up. all the time, actually. he continuously pushes you away.. and you stay.

word count : 3.8k

genre : super angsty, some smut some fluff… a little bit of everything. MDNI!

warnings : HEAVILY INSPIRED BY WARM BY ARIANA GRANDE !! guys i’m sorry it’s so angsty, hurt.. comfort, situationship jk, you’re too patient with him.. crying, slow build up? a little bit of smut - praises, oral (m receiving), JK IS AN ASSHOLE IN SOME PARTS

a/n : this is my first time doing anything like this so pleaseee give me grace!! 🤗💐✨🐬🌞 and THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!!

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the first time you met jeon jungkook was when you first went into your shared dorm room. it was an apartment sized dorm, with a kitchen, bathroom and two rooms. you didn’t expect much with college. a dorm, hard classes and an awkward roommate is what you thought about. you knew you were going to get some random person, but you didn’t expect him, jungkook. your first impression was great, some random hot guy i have to live with for the next four years.

his surfer cut, full tattooed sleeve, toned body. he barely glances at you, he doesn’t even say a word until you do. you wonder how long he was here for. you set down your bags and look at him, “so you’re jungkook?” you finally speak up. you’re met with an “mhm.” what? mhm? that’s it? no questions about you as if he already knew what you looked like. whatever. rude, cool, whatever. you roll your eyes with a huff, “can’t wait to be friends with my cool roommate,” you mutter. jungkook finally takes a real glance at you, “good luck with that,” he smirks softly. oh.. ohhh, he’s that type of quiet, you thought. quiet, cocky, an asshole. fine, i don’t need to be friends with him anyways.

sadly, that’s not how roommates work. you have to speak. nights in your shared dorm meant soft brushes past each other. it means accidentally catching him laughing quietly at something on his phone when he thinks you aren’t looking. it also meant studying silently together, glancing at each other. it made you want to know him. he was interesting… an asshole, but interesting.

jungkook when he first met you. he knew you were going to be a handful. you went to a nice college, your luggages were expensive. you had the newest phone. nice clothes. everything. you two have been coexisting with each other for months now. you tease him sometimes for being so silent but he acted like he didn’t care. doesn’t matter.

it happened so casually, he almost didn’t even notice. one night, he saw you. not just on a regular thing, he really sees you. it was a late night for the both of you. he went out with jimin and taehyung to some all night ramen restaurant. he entered the dorm, seeing you in the living room. you sit on the floor with your back to the couch, half asleep while reading some crime textbook. your laptop screen glows softly, highlighting your puffy cheeks… the way your lashes flutter when you’re fighting sleep.

jungkook felt something shift because he’s seen you a hundred times before, but never like this. not this soft, so vulnerable. not in a way that makes his chest tighten. he sets down his keys and walks over to you. he watches you exhale, your head tipping back slightly. his fingers twitch softly. he’s aware… he’s suddenly aware of how close you two have become over the months. he notices the little things he’s remembered. the way you hum softly while you think or the way you shiver whenever you’re super nervous. that’s it, he thinks to himself. i’m fucked. he quickly realizes you’re not just his roommate. you’re her… and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

he gathers your stuff and puts them on your desk in your room. he plugs up your phone and laptop before heading back to you. he thinks for a second. should he pick you up and take you to your bed, leave you there or wake you up and make you walk. he sighs and picks you up slowly, bridal style. you groan softly, “wha—“ “it’s me..” jungkook says softly as he puts you onto your bed. you flutter your eyes open, “jungkook?” you barely whisper. he doesn’t reply as he leaves the room. you furrow your brows and quickly fall back asleep.

jungkook never spoke about his feelings— to anybody. but when he realized he wasn’t just feeling nothing towards you, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. so he does the only thing a guy would do, call his friends. jimin and taehyung meet him at some cafe in the downtown area. jungkook sits across from them, stirring his iced coffee like it personally offended him. jimin raises his left brow, “so what’s wrong?” he asks. jungkook groans, “ugh.. it’s— it’s my fucking roommate,” he finally admits. taehyung bucks his head back, “your roommate?” he questions. jungkook looks at them, “yes.”

“the hot one?” taehyung adds. jungkook shakes his head, “she’s— that’s not the point,” he sighs. jimin and taehyung exchange a look as jimin speaks up, “ohh… you like her.” “i don’t— i— i think i do.” silence was met with the three before the two start laughing. jimin slaps jungkook’s shoulder, “bro.. we’ve been called this months ago! as soon as we seen her!” “you live with her and it took you this long to realize?” taehyung adds. jungkook glares at them, “you guys are no help,” he shakes his head again and leans back. taehyung tilts his head as he stops laughing, “so, whats the problem? you like her… she kind of likes you sometimes— what’s the matter?”

jungkook hesitates before replying, “what if i mess it up?” his voice is more quiet now, more vulnerable. jimin and taehyung knew how jungkook was with girls. he didn’t like to date. he didn’t like talking to them. he was by far the worst guy to date in their grade. taehyung sighs, “you already like her. you’re already in the deep. what’s worse— messing up or never trying?” he asks. jungkook hates how he’s right. but jungkook knew he would mess it up. he always does. with everything. maybe this time could be different.

the first time you two hooked up was after some frat party. the night felt electric. you and jungkook have been dancing around each other for weeks now. making each other laugh, teasing, not admitting you both want the same thing. you sat in between his legs as he throws his head back. he shivers at the warmth of your mouth. his tattooed hand makes its way into your hair, “just like that..” he moans. you bob your head up and down on his shaft. jungkook… he was big. a big muscle guy and a big dick guy. you jerk the rest you couldn’t fit in your mouth. he looks down at you, “you’re so beautiful, (name). i like seeing you everyday. i fuckin love your cooking.”

you furrow your brows at his confession as you lick his tip, “you do?” you ask softly. he nods, “i like you, (name). i really do. i want to be with you,” he soon cums in your mouth. it was about 15 minutes after. you brush your teeth as he walks in, “did you mean it?” you ask and glance to him in the mirror. he looks at you, “mean what?” “you like seeing me everyday, you love my cooking. you like me.” it was silence, “i dunno what you’re talking about.” what? what the fuck does he even mean— he was fucking cumming when he said that. is that what he does? he gets all sappy and vulnerable right before his burst? fuck that.

somehow, you get sick. like really sick. stuffy nose, groggy voice, wrapped in five covers. jungkook checks in on you, “you good?” he asks. you smile, “yeah. totally.” he says nothing back and leaves. an hour later, he walks into your room with medicine, some warm soup— what the hell? a stuffed bunny? you give him a knowing look as he places the medicine and soup on your bed side table. he takes out the three water bottles from his pockets. he looks back at you and puts the bunny next to you, “don’t make it weird. it was on sale.” you blink up at him, “a stuffed bunny?” your voice hoarse. he huffs and gives you two pills and a open water bottle, “shut up and take the medicine.” you laugh, quickly coughing. you clear your throat, “it looks like you.” he furrows his eyebrows and leaves the room. later on that night, he checks on you again. you’re fast asleep, tightly hugging the bunny. he brushes a hair from your forehead, “i got you.” he whispers.

you guys have hooked up a bunch more times at this point. it’s the summer and there’s parties every night. you two stumble into the dorm after a party. it’s near 2am… you think. you stopped keeping time after your first shot. jungkook holds your heels as his jacket drape over your shoulders. you sigh and plop onto the couch. he sits next to you, throwing your legs onto his lap. “you okay?” he asks softly, massaging your swollen feet. you nod and sigh, “all good.” he stares at you with a unreadable expression, “k.” he kisses your ankle softly, “so beautiful.” you knew what he wanted. just like how you thought, he gets all romantic when he’s needy. you look at him, “can we just lay here?” you ask. he looks at you, “course. give me a kiss,” he helps you up. you kiss his pierced lip, laughing between the kisses. he rubs your butt slowly, “all mine,” he whispers, biting your bottom lip. his tongue slides into your mouth as he spanks you softly. you yelp and pull away, “you’re bad.”

he never took you on a date. but he takes a whole other girl on a date?! oh. hell. no. your friend sent you a picture of them at your fucking restaurant. you scoff and reply fucking asshole. he walks back in as you sat on the couch, like everything is normal. but you felt like you just got tossed out. you wait until he says hi. once he does, you scoff. “you’re a real piece of shit,” you looks at him. jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, “what?” “you took a girl on a date.” “i’ve been doing that.” it hits you. the whole time… the whole time he was hooking up with you at night, he was taking that bitch out during the day. “what about it?” he adds. you scoff once more, “what about it— you been having sex with me for months and taking out a whole different girl.”

he doesn’t even flinch. his eyes flicker to yours for a second than back out the window, “we’re not dating. you knew this was just.. whatever.” the words hit you like a slap in the face. the truth of it. the reality that you’ve been pretending this whole time, pretending it was something it wasn’t. you shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his figure, “i don’t want to be your whatever.” “that’s not my problem,” he replies, cold. you hate how calm he is. how unaffected. it only fuels the fire inside of you. you want to scream. you want to make him feel something. but instead, you just walk past him, your voice shakes. “fine. don’t worry about it. i won’t either.” you slam the door to your room, the sound echoing in the silence. jungkook stands there for a moment, his jaw tight. but he says nothing.

you sit in your room, tapping on your journal. you stare up at the ceiling. you cannot shake off the feeling. that very familiar anger bubbling up. you don’t even understand why you’re so bothered. you guys aren’t talking… dating. nothing. just roommates. strictly roommates. the next few days are tense. jungkook doesn’t act any differently—still distant, still the same nonchalant attitude—but the air between you guys is thick. everytime your paths cross in the dorm, there’s this silent battle happening, neither of you acknowledging the real issue. you, on the other hand, can’t shake it. you try to act normal—just like you always do—but every time you see him, everytime your mind wanders back to that night, you reminded of how cold he was. how little he seemed to care.

it was another summer night for you guys. you sat with some random guy, trying to fulfill the feeling that jungkook gave you. he stares at you tensely. hobi and jimin walk up to him, “earth to kookie!” hobi waves his hand in his face. jungkook looks at the two, “what?” jimin looks back to you and the guy, “ohhh… you messed it up. just wait til taehyung hears about this. he owes me $150.” jungkook smacks his lips, “shut up. i just.. i don’t owe her anything.” hobi knew about their situation.. probably the most considering he’s friends with you and jungkook. hobi hums, “you owe her an explanation.”

jungkook spots you walking away, “i don’t.” “yes… you do. she’s given herself to you. communicated with you. what have you done besides give her mixed signals and rub in her face that you don’t like her when you do?” hobi shrugs as he tells jungkook the truth. jungkook sighs as he stares at you, by yourself. “go talk to her,” jimin says. jungkook shakes his head, “she hadn’t talked to me in weeks.” “(name) is a patient person, just go,” hobi pushes him. you sit by the bonfire by yourself, with a random beer in your lap. you feel a sudden presence next to you. you look away from the fire and see.. oh. him. you look away as he stares at you, “can we talk?” he says softly, like he’s scared.

you stay silent as you stare into the fire. jungkook watches the way the fire lights up your face, your features. your eyes looks hurt. he looks at his lap, “i fucked up,” he says, his tone low. you look at him, your lips pressed into a thin line. he runs a hand through his hair, “i never meant to hurt you, (name). i— i never felt this way about somebody and i don’t know how to handle it.” your eyes narrow out of anger, confusion and mostly hurt. you didn’t know if you wanted to forgive him, but you wanted to hear him out. he sighs, “i know i’ve been really cold to you. i know i pushed you away and told you i don’t care. but i do, i care so much about you.”

you finally speak up, “then why did you take her out? why did you tell me i was a whatever thing to you. i have to see you everyday. i wake up and i see you, you’re the last thing i see when i sleep.” your voice quiet. he swallows hard, “i didn’t think you would get hurt that much.” you stay quiet for longer, your gaze hardening. you were angry, but hurt lingered like a shadow, “you can’t just keep pretending everything’s nothing, jungkook. i don’t work that way.” his hand touches yours, it’s a small gesture but he’s trying. “this doesn’t just go away, jungkook. you have to prove yourself. stand on your words,” you say. he nods, “i’ll prove it to you.”

you were so fucking wrong. he was literally a piece of shit. he treated you like a booty call. you’ve had enough. enough of his mixed signals, enough of pretending you’re okay with something you’re not. you guys were laid in his room. you sat on the end as he laid down, “i can’t do this anymore.” you shake your head. your voice wavers as you hold his gaze, “i need more,” you say barely whispering. he stares at you, jaw clenched. you finally think you’re gonna hear what you’ve been wanting to— thinking he’s going to stop you. “i get it.” that’s it. no fights. no pleading, just.. stupid fucking understanding. as if he always knew you’d leave before him. so you do, you left the dorm for a couple of days.

it’s been weeks since you stopped trying. since you stopped waiting for him. and jungkook? he hates it. he sees you laughing with some guy outside their dorm, sees the way you don’t hesitate before answering his texts. that used to be him. that night, when you come home, jungkook is already there, sitting on your bed like he belongs there, “he’s not me.” his voice is quiet but firm. you stare blankly at him, “and?” it starts with a fight. it always does. jungkook’s distant again. canceling plans, avoiding you, acting like what you guys have isn’t the one thing keeping them both sane. and you’re done pretending like you don’t care, “if you don’t want this anymore, just say it,” you finally snap, standing in the middle of your dorm, arms crossed to keep yourself from shaking. jungkook exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, “it’s not that simple.”

“it is,” you argue. “either you want me, or you don’t. but i can’t keep doing this—this… half-assed love story where im the only one who actually gives a damn.” that hits. you see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his fists tighten like he’s holding back something big. “you think i don’t care?” his voice is quiet. dangerous. you scoff, “you don’t.” silence. and then— “i care too much.” you stare at him. he steps closer, eyes dark, voice rough. “you want the truth? fine. i’m scared, okay? i don’t know how to do this. i don’t know how to love you the way you deserve. and it’d be so much easier if i didn’t care—but i do. i fucking do.” your breath catches,“then let me in.” jungkook stares at you, and for the first time, you see it—the fear, the way his whole life he’s been taught to guard his heart like it’s a war zone. but then, slowly, carefully, he reaches for you and when you don’t pull away—when you actually lean in—he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years. “okay.” his voice is barely above a whisper. “i’ll try.” and that’s all you need. because for jungkook? that’s everything.

the first morning after the talk, everything feels… different. jungkook wakes up first, lying beside you in bed, staring at the ceiling like the weight of actually trying is sinking in. you stir, blinking up at him, voice still groggy. “you look like you regret everything.” he scoffs, but his fingers tighten slightly on the blanket. “no. just… thinking.” you hum, stretching. “about?” jungkook hesitates. then, finally—“how not to mess this up.” your heart clenches, because that? that’s growth. instead of pushing her away, he’s trying. so you smile, soft and teasing,“well, step one? maybe kiss me good morning.” he rolls his eyes but leans in anyway, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering. “better?” he murmurs. you grin, “much.”

you guys were bound to slip up. you are used to being his exception—the only one he lets in. but now that you guys are together, you want more. you want the soft parts of him, the ones he keeps hidden even from himself. and jungkook? he still doesn’t know how to give that. “you don’t talk to me,” you snap one night. “you keep shutting me out like you’re still scared of this—of us.” jungkook clenches his jaw, eyes flashing. “i don’t shut you out—” “yes, you do!” you throw your hands up. “and i get it, okay? you’re not used to this. but if you don’t let me in, then what’s the point?” he’s quiet. too quiet. and for a moment, you think he’ll walk away. but then— “i don’t want to lose you.” it’s barely a whisper, but it hits you like a confession. like a breaking point. your face softens, “than let me stay.” jungkook exhales sharply—then, slowly, nods. it’s a start.

you guys walking home late one night, hands brushing but not quite holding. you frown, shoving your hands in your pockets. “you still don’t like PDA, huh?” you tease, but there’s something real in your voice. jungkook glances at you—then, suddenly, he reaches for your hand, threading your fingers together. you stop in your tracks, staring at him, “kook?” he shrugs, playing it off, “i can try, right?” your heart melts. “yeah,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. “you can.” and as you guys keep walking, you swear he holds on just a little tighter.

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damselneedssaving · 2 months ago

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IT STARTED OFF INNOCENT ENOUGH.

Tim was just curious, that's all.

He stumbled upon your insta when doom scrolling one day, recognised you as the cute girl that usually sat towards the front of his lecture hall, and clicked on your profile with little to no thought behind his actions.

Then he began scrolling.

And scrolling.

And before he even knew it, a few hours had passed, and he had gotten to pictures that dated all the way back to your senior year of high school, which doesn't seem like a lot, but you posted almost 24/7, so he had scrolled through way more than just a couple dozen to get there.

He remembers thinking that you were naive, that it was foolish to post so many pictures onto a public account and not bother blurring out street names or frequented cafés.

What if some creep stumbled upon your insta?—thought you were pretty and decided to start stalking you?

Just the possibility kept Tim awake that night, tossing and turning in bed with his fingers tousled through his hair and his eyes wide enough to plug a valley.

That's why he did what he did next.

It wasn't anything... bad, per say. In fact, it was good. Protective. Something a real hero would do.

So no, he didn't feel guilty for stopping by your favourite café and keeping an eye out. Or for darting his gaze around to every person that would pass by your general vicinity even if they weren't so much as facing you. Or for glaring paticularly hard at that cashier whose eyes lingered on you a second too long as he handed you your drink.

No, he didn't feel guilty at all.

He was just trying to protect you.

And for a while, that really was it. He would go to your favourite café every day and just keep an eye out for any creeps who might've thought they could get away with a little peek.

But then he started to let his gaze linger on you. He started to admire you.

Your pictures never did you any justice (they still don't, to be honest). You were much prettier in person than over a screen, and Tim let himself bask in that fact for a second longer than he was supposed to each day.

But all those seconds added up, and soon, all of his time spent at the café was filled less so with keeping an eye out for other people, and more so with keeping an eye on you.

And then... even that stopped being enough.

You stayed at that café for maybe one or two hours a day, never any longer than that, never long enough to satisfy him.

So he started to follow you out, clung to your trail like a shadow. It wasn't really hard to stay hidden, he was a Robin after all. And you? Well, you were his garden. His beautiful sanctuary full of love and life.

That's why he was so drawn to you. Why he had to follow you all the way home and then some.

It was better that way. He would be able to keep you safe more effectively. He honestly didn't know what he was thinking when he only kept an eye on you for up to two hours a day.

Stupid of him, really.

But what was stupider was his dumb job.

It kept him from truly keeping an eye on you. He couldn't stick by your side 24/7 when he had a city to patrol.

Luckily for him though, your habit of constantly posting online about where you were and what you were doing made it so that he didn't have to.

On patrol, he was constantly checking his phone for any updates. When his dad had him working at the company, he always had a tab propped open in the corner of his screen, your smiling face plastered all over it. And when he had free time, he would go keep an eye on you himself.

For a while, it was enough.

But then a thought occurred to him. A desire. And suddenly, 'enough' didn't just cut it anymore.

He wanted you to see him. Look at him the way he looks at you—like he's the only one in your world.

So he did something. Something he's not very proud of. But something he did nevertheless.

It wasn't anything... terrible. Just a small tip off. A tiny bribe. A little incentive for someone to send you falling straight off a twelve-story building.

Okay, so maybe it was pretty bad. But fuck was it worth it. Especially with how perfectly his arm slotted around your waist, and how desperately you buried your head into his neck, and how, after landing on another rooftop in Gotham with you safe in his arms, you gave him exactly what he desired and so much more.

So yeah... it had all started off innocent enough. But then it just... escalated. And now...

Now Tim doesn't even think he can stop.

#female reader #x reader #tim drake #tim drake x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere tim drake #dc #dc x reader #damsel writes ❤︎

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riaaaxoxo · 2 months ago

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cw ~ unsolicited dick pic, sharing others’ nudes… reader might be a little wlw and that’s ok

don’t date a guy like this. 🙏❌

thinking about men who brag about their hook ups to you. he’s such a dick about it. he tells you all about the beautiful women he’s slept with, yet complains how he can’t hold down a stable relationship! and he’s so detailed about his matches too— just his dirty descriptions of this faceless girl’s tits jiggling up and down is making your panties uncomfortably wet.

and, it’s not exactly like he’s ugly either. quite the opposite, in fact. he’s got the face of temptation itself, a muscular build chiseled from marble, and a length that’s straight out of your fantasies.

yes, he’s told you how big he is.

it’s not a monster cock, but it’s still bigger than any of your ex flings. he could very easily stretch out your tiny pussy like a fleshlight if he wanted to. …not like you fantasized about it or anything…

but no matter what happened, you would always only be his friend. even if several boundaries were crossed, and even if he’s told you that he has thought about you in that way, you never thought you’d hook up with him.

freakster 😒:

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wdyt?

‘what was he sending now?’ you nervously thought to yourself. knowing him, it could range from being an instagram profile to being another girl’s ass.

you couldn’t even make a guess as you opened your phone to see… his dick?!

you dropped your phone in pure shock. in his defense, his cock was covered by a pair of sweatpants. he wasn’t lying about his size; you could see it in how his fist was wrapped tightly around his base. he was so obviously rock hard from how his pants peaked. even with himself covered, your brain did all the visualizations for you; you could imagine his round bulbous tip that would penetrate you so well. or, how his thick girth would plug his cum into your tiny cunt, only allowing for tiny leaks to slip out of you as he’d thrust in and out, whispering his smooth words in your ear to beg for the inevitable round two.

you were so caught up in your fantasies, you hadn’t even noticed that you’ve left him on seen for 3 minutes now. but, what were you even supposed to reply to this with? that didn’t matter. he already knew what you were thinking.

freakster 😒:

come over

bllk ; shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, otoya eita, michael kaiser

hq ; atsumu miya, oikawa tooru. the fanon versions 🙏

bsd ; dazai osamu.

gi ; kaeya alberich, the little slut

++ ur faves

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myrrune · 2 months ago

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STREAMER!JINX X READER | 18+, MDNI.

female!reader, Jinx uses a strap-on, sub!reader. this is my first time writing a strap-on, ever. I hope it’s alright. this was not proofread. Well, not properly, anyway.

Jinx had been playing for a few hours, shooting everyone in sight. She had always been great at gun games, it’s what she grew a fanbase from. The chat is going crazy, she’s about to win a Fortnite match, when you message her. She’s always tried to be attentive, respond fast. Well, that and her attention span isn’t too long. She either gets fixated for ages, or is easily distracted. In this case, she grabs the phone and starts playing the game one-handed. Her viewers seem confused: why did she start paying less attention?

Jinx is clearly distracted now, reading your messages. When she sees a specific, heated message from you, she sets the controller aside completely and rushes her response.

She’s a rather large streamer, which is why she’s always been secretive about her love life online. Anyone who dates her is in the public eye, so she’s always been careful to keep anything about you off her public socials. Though, as you send a picture of yourself in a matching black lace set of lingerie, she’s fully prepared to end stream early just for this. It’ll look suspicious, sure, but she needs you right now.

Trying to keep the fact she’s blushing a secret, she quickly makes an excuse to leave. "Guys, I have to go… Dad needs me." shit, that was a bad excuse, but all she can care about right now is getting to the bedroom. She reaches over to turn the stream off before rising from her desk chair.

As the room plunges into darkness, the red light signalling "recording" continues to flash, and her microphone is still plugged in.

Before you know it, Jinx is guiding your thighs apart, her tip pressing against your entrance. She buries her face in your neck, groaning as she begins to slide into you.

The walls are thin, and she failed to click the door shut. Her carelessness in that department really should be assessed, you’ve always told her she should double check things like that, but she never does. Her groans and your whimpers filter through the hallway, into Jinx’s office.

"WHATS THAT NOISE??

"I thought Jinx lived alone?"

"Well that’s SURELY not her dad.."

"Gf reveal when!?"

As her hips piston faster and faster, your moans grow louder. Her nails grip at your hips, gripping you as she tries to thrust deeper. She’s hitting all the right places, dragging the strap-on against your inner walls. It feels amazing. Your own hips move in sync, chasing her as she pulls back. She’s picking up the pace even more, and it’s like you can feel it in your stomach, like a coil tightening.

When it finally snaps, an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over you. It seems Jinx is experiencing the same thing, as her mouth is an 'o', and her grinding has grown more jerky. Though, it’s clear she’s trying her hardest to make your orgasm last.

Once your orgasm subsides, Jinx pulls out carefully, not wanting to hurt you. Her grip loosens, crescent shaped indents allover your hips and back, evidence of the passion that just took place. You drift off to sleep in eachother’s arms.

…in the morning, Jinx wakes up with messages from various people telling her to check her recent stream. Still drowsy, she fast forwards to where she ended stream. Or at least, where she thought she had. Her eyes widen almost instantly as the audio recording plays through her headphones. It’s muffled, but still clearly lovemaking. Her eyes dart to check the chat-replay, she doesn’t know what she was expecting, her audience isn’t that stupid. They all realise what it was. Oh, god. She’s so fucked.

At least it was worth it.

other notes: umm.. back with the streamer!jinx stuff!! I got an anon ask for this on my old blog, sorry nonnie, I can’t tag you in this. hope you like it if you see this, though. thanks!

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duskidolsmut · 2 months ago

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"Chaewon: Digital Whore, Brutal Revenge"

Tags: Slutty idol with a collar / Painful butt plug / Slobbery blowjob / Virgin anal fuck / Contradictory orgasms / Ripped lingerie / Shower sex / Dirty words on the body / Hardcore SimpSpace / Neon speakeasy / Turned on with beating / Humiliation with marker

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Seoul at night is a neon monster, with flashing signs and the smell of fried kimchi mixed with exhaust. In the midst of this chaos, Chaewon, 21, runs through the streets of Hongdae, her black hair messy, her worn-out sneakers slapping on the asphalt. By day, she is the proper intern at Starlight Entertainment, a K-pop company that promises to transform newcomers into brilliant idols. Chaewon spends hours filing contracts, serving coffee to idiotic producers and dreaming of the day she will stand on stage, microphone in hand, singing until the world forgets she was once a nobody. But reality is cruel: the internship pays a pittance, and the rent in Seoul is unforgiving. So, at night, she becomes someone else — or rather, another Chaewon, with red lipstick and a short skirt, serving shots at a speakeasy called Black Velvet, hidden in the alleys where the police turn a blind eye.

Black Velvet is a dirty but lively hole. The walls are covered in graffiti, the air smells of cheap vodka and incense, and the electronic music thumps so loud it makes glasses shake. Chaewon glides between the tables, balancing trays of drinks with names like “Hot Sin” and “Wrong Night.” She wears a uniform that’s more fetish fantasy than workwear: a tight black top, a leather skirt that barely covers her ass, and fishnet stockings that scream trouble. The customers—guys in suits with pert hands, girls with colorful hair giggling loudly—stare at her as if she’s the main course. Chaewon doesn’t care; the tips pay the bills, and the bar is her secret stage, where she tests out the charisma she’ll one day wield as an idol. “One more shot, princess?” a drunken customer asks, and she smiles, leaning in just enough for him to toss her an extra bill. “Only if you can handle it, uncle,” she says, her voice sweet with a hint of venom, and sways away, hearing him laugh.

But it’s not all that easy. Chaewon lied to get the job. She forged an ID, changing her age to 19, and used a fake name, “Soo-min,” so she wouldn’t be tracked. The bar owner, a guy named Min-jae with neck tattoos and zero questions, doesn’t care about the rules, as long as she sells drinks and doesn’t cause trouble. The problem is Yuna, the other waitress, a 23-year-old blonde with a lip piercing and a talent for sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong. Yuna is smart, sarcastic, and has a laugh that cuts like glass. She and Chaewon have never gotten along—Yuna thinks Chaewon is too big for herself, with her K-pop dreams and good-girl ways. “You can’t fool anyone with that angelic face,” Yuna always says, blowing cigarette smoke in her face during breaks.

That night, the bar was packed, the air heavy with sweat and perfume. Chaewon dances between the tables, pouring a round of green shots that glow under the neon lights. She’s in the flow, laughing with a customer, when she feels Yuna’s gaze fixed on her. In the corner of the bar, Yuna is leaning against the counter, fiddling with her phone, her piercing glinting as she smiles in a way that gives you goosebumps. Chaewon ignores her, but during her break, when she goes to the bathroom to touch up her lipstick, Yuna appears, blocking the door. “Soo-min, huh?” Yuna says, her voice acidic, dragging out her fake name like it’s a joke. Chaewon freezes, her heart racing. “Or should I call you Chaewon? You know, I thought it was funny when I saw your real name on a Starlight form that got passed around in the bar’s gossip group. Fake ID, huh? How ugly for a future idol.”

Chaewon tries to keep her composure, her lipstick trembling in her hand. “What the hell do you want, Yuna?” she says, her voice steady, but fear seeping through her. Being exposed could ruin everything—her internship, her dream of singing, the life she’s been building. Yuna laughs, crossing her arms, her vinyl top reflecting the dim bathroom light. “Calm down, princess. I won’t tell… yet. But you’re going to do what I tell you, or I’ll show Min-jae and his fancy little company that you’re a fraud.” She steps closer, her minty, cigarette-like breath hitting Chaewon’s face. “First task: tomorrow, you cover my shift. And there’s more coming, Soo-min. If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll keep your little secret.” Yuna winks, sways away, and leaves Chaewon alone, the mirror reflecting a girl who’s about to enter a game much more dangerous than serving drinks.

The streets of Hongdae are a carnival of lights and chaos, with crowded bars, karaoke bars spewing K-pop, and the smell of fried tteokbokki hanging in the air. It’s Friday night, and Seoul’s nightlife is booming: girls in glitter makeup spill out of clubs, guys with bleached hair yell drunkenly, and couples make out in alleys like the world is ending.

Chaewon is in the middle of the chaos, covering Yuna’s shift as part of the blackmail. She carries a tray of blue shots that glow like poison, dodging cheeky hands and smiling at customers who shout “Baby, another one!” Her red lipstick is already a little smudged, sweat dripping down the back of her neck, but she holds her pose, swaying slightly as she serves, the charisma of a future idol shining through even in that hole. Inside, she’s a wreck: the fear that Yuna will open her mouth and ruin her life at Starlight Entertainment—where she dreams of being an idol—is on her mind. I'll fix this, she thinks, but her anger towards Yuna only grows.

During her break, Chaewon runs to the bathroom, a cubicle with cracked tiles and a smudged mirror. She’s touching up her lipstick when Yuna walks in. “Are you enjoying my shift, Soo-min?” Yuna teases, her tone acidic, leaning against the counter to block the exit. Chaewon grits her teeth, the tube of lipstick clutched in her hand. “Just say what you want, Yuna. I’m sick of this shit,” she snaps, her voice shaking with anger. Yuna laughs, pulling out her phone and showing a screenshot: Starlight’s form with Chaewon’s real name, which she found in a gossip group. “Look, your idol life is in my hands. One click, and Min-jae kicks you out. Another, and Starlight kicks you out. Imagine the producers knowing that the nice intern serves shots in a whore’s skirt.”

Chaewon’s stomach churns, but she tries to keep a brave face. “You’re a bitch, you know that?” She says, but Yuna just smiles, leaning closer until her breath hits her face. “Bitch is in charge of you, honey. And now, new assignment: you’re going to create an account on SimpSpace.” Chaewon blinks, confused. “What?” Yuna explains, her tone amused: SimpSpace is a platform where girls sell intimate content to horny fans—messages, photos, videos, anything that makes guys spend money. “You’re going to join, post some hot stuff, and give me half of the profits. Or I’ll send your story to everyone, including your bosses at Starlight.”

Chaewon wants to punch Yuna in the face, but she’s cornered. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do that,” she spits, but Yuna leans in, her finger poking her in the chest. “You’re crazy, thinking you have a choice. You start with spicy messages, some light things. But you’re not wrong, Soo-min — I’ll want more. Pictures in your panties, videos of you dancing like those sluts on TikTok, audios of you moaning as if you were getting fucked. And if you complain, your life will turn to ashes.” Yuna laughs, tossing her blonde hair, and leaves, leaving Chaewon trembling, the mirror reflecting a girl who is sinking into a bottomless pit.

Back in the tiny apartment Chaewon shares with an intern, she throws herself on the bed, her bar uniform thrown on the floor, the smell of vodka still clinging to her skin. It's 3 a.m., and Seoul rumbles outside, neon signs shining through the window. She grabs her phone, her heart heavy, and creates an account on SimpSpace with the name “VelvetKitten,” an ironic echo of Black Velvet. The platform is a sea of profiles with panty pics and promises of “exclusive content.” Chaewon swallows her pride and starts with light messages, responding to guys who send her fire emojis and “Hi, kitty.” “I'm in my pajamas, wanna know what it's like?” she writes to one, bile rising in her throat, but money dripping into her account. Each message is a stab at her dream of being an idol, but also a spark of rebellion — if she's being forced to do this, she'll do it her way.

The next night, at Black Velvet, Yuna doesn’t miss a chance to humiliate. As Chaewon serves a table of screaming guys, Yuna walks by and whispers loud enough for some to hear: “Are you sending nudes properly, VelvetKitten? Or do you want me to teach you how to suck on a phone?” The customers laugh, thinking she’s joking, but Chaewon blushes, her tray shaking in her hands. “Fuck you, Yuna,” she mutters, but Yuna just blinks, blowing a sarcastic kiss. Later, at the bar, Yuna checks Chaewon’s phone, laughing. “Texts? That’s it? I’m serious, Soo-min. I want pictures of you in black panties, twerking in a video with that slutty skirt, and some audio clips of you moaning ‘oh, fuck me’. Otherwise, your career is over.” Chaewon stares at the bar, the glass of soju Min-jae pours gleaming like a way out, but she knows she’s trapped. The bar throbs around her, the graffiti on the walls seeming to laugh at her, and Chaewon, for the first time, feels the weight of a double life that could swallow her whole.

As “VelvetKitten” on SimpSpace, Chaewon has sent racy messages like “Wanna see my pajamas, you rascal?” and the money is pouring in—50,000 won here, 100,000 there. But Yuna, the bitch with the lip piercing, wants more. Yesterday, she demanded panty shots, videos of her twerking, and audio of her moaning, and Chaewon, her heart in her throat, was starting to give in. She opens the app, and the notifications explode: “You’re so beautiful, Kitten, I want to see you on your knees,” says one subscriber. “I’m paying you to be my little slut,” writes another. Chaewon feels her face burn with embarrassment, but also a treacherous heat between her legs—the compliments, even dirty ones, ignite something she hates to admit. They want me, she thinks, and for a second, it’s like being on the stage she dreams of as an idol.

But then the shame hits harder. Each message is a reminder of how far she is from the Chaewon who files contracts at Starlight Entertainment, smiling at producers who may never see her sing. She throws her phone on the bed, her heart sinking, and mutters to herself: “Fuck, I’m not that.” But Yuna doesn’t let up.

The next night, Chaewon is serving soju shots in a corner of Black Velvet, her uniform tighter than ever — Yuna “suggested” a top that barely covers her breasts and a vinyl skirt so short that she feels the air on her thighs with every step. The fishnet stockings are ripped on purpose, and the red lipstick, now smudged from biting her lip, completes the “adult movie waitress” look. She tries to ignore the stares of the customers, guys in suits with hands that “accidentally” brush against them and girls laughing loudly, but Yuna is watching, leaning against the counter, fiddling with her phone like a villain in a cheap comedy. “Hey, VelvetKitten!” Yuna screams, loud enough for a few tables to turn their heads. Chaewon blushes, her tray shaking. “Come here, your little digital bitch needs a lesson.”

Chaewon approaches, teeth gritted, and Yuna hands her her phone, open to SimpSpace. “Read this one out loud,” Yuna orders, pointing to a message from a subscriber: “Kitten, I want you on all fours, moaning my name.” Yuna’s voice is pure venom, and a few customers laugh, thinking she’s joking. Chaewon swallows hard, her face burning. “Yuna, stop this shit,” she whispers, but Yuna leans in, her piercing glistening. “Read it, or tomorrow Min-jae and Starlight will know you’re a fraud. And say it nicely, like the little slut they think you are.” Chaewon wants to punch her in the face, but she’s cornered. Her voice trembling, she reads softly: “Kitten… I want you on all fours… moaning my name.” Yuna laughs, clapping her hands together. “Louder, Soo-min, or I’ll turn it on the bar’s stereo!” Chaewon repeats, her voice cracking, and a guy at the next table whistles, shouting, “That’s it, kitten!” The humiliation burns, but Chaewon’s eyes shine with something new—anger mixed with a confused lust, as if the shame is turning into something else.

Later, in the back of the bar, in a small room that serves as a storage room and dressing room, Yuna throws a bag of clothes in Chaewon’s face. “Time to step it up a notch, VelvetKitten,” she says. The bag contains a black lace bodysuit that looks like a spiderweb, a pair of strap-on panties that barely cover anything, and a leather belt with chains that screams porn. “This is for your next video,” Yuna explains, crossing her arms. “I want you to dance, shaking that ass that the guys are paying to see. And record an audio moaning ‘fuck me, daddy’, really naughty. If you don’t, you know what I mean.” Chaewon stares at the clothes, her stomach churning. “You’re turning me into a… a…” She doesn’t finish, and Yuna finishes, laughing: “A digital slut? Congratulations, Soo-min, you already are. Now do it right.”

Back at the apartment, Chaewon puts on the lace bodysuit, the fabric brushing her nipples in a way that makes her gasp. She records the video, dancing to a slow beat by SimpSpace, shaking her hips in front of the mirror, the chain belt jingling. “You’re so hot, Kitten,” one subscriber comments, and others send: “Be my slave, please.” Shame swallows her — she’s the intern who wants to be an idol, not this — but excitement comes along with it, like a betrayal of her body. She records the audio, moaning “Fuck me, daddy,” her voice hoarse, and when she sends it, the money pours in: 200,000 won in one night. Chaewon throws the phone on the bed, her hands shaking, her heart in pieces. At Black Velvet, Yuna checks it all out, laughing as she humiliates: “Look, the little idol is learning how to be a slut properly.”

It’s Saturday night, and Hongdae is a hive of lights and sound, with bars blaring K-pop music, girls in high heels stumbling on the sidewalks, and the smell of soju and fried chicken in the air. Black Velvet is packed. Tattooed owner Min-jae’s counter is covered in sticky glasses, and the electronic beat, like something from Jay Park, makes the tables vibrate. Chaewon darts between customers, her uniform—a black lace bodysuit that looks like a web, strappy panties, and a jingling chain belt—leaving her exposed to hungry eyes. Her red lipstick is smeared from biting her lip, sweat drips down the back of her neck, and every “Hey, kitty!” from a drunk customer is a stab to the soul. But she keeps her smile on, pouring shots of “Hot Sin” while thinking about SimpSpace, where, as “VelvetKitten,” she’s making money from dirty texts, twerking videos, and audios that make her want to vomit with embarrassment.

During her break, Chaewon hides in the back room, a cramped space with boxes of liquor and a cracked mirror. She checks her phone, her heart sinking, and sees a new message on SimpSpace. It’s from a guy with the nickname “GoldKing88,” a VIP subscriber who’s already spent thousands of won in the past few days. The message is straightforward: “Kitten, I’ll pay you 5 million won for a personalized video. I want you on a leash, on all fours, moaning my name and begging to be mine. 10 minutes, no cuts.” Chaewon’s stomach drops—5 million is more than she makes in months at Starlight Entertainment. But the thought of humiliating herself like this, on a leash, begging, is too much. She tosses her phone into her bag, muttering “No way,” but Yuna’s shadow is already looming.

Back at the bar, Chaewon is serving a table of guys in suits when Yuna appears. “Time to check out SimpSpace star VelvetKitten!” Yuna announces, loud enough for a few heads to turn, and Chaewon blushes, her tray shaking. At the counter, Yuna grabs her phone without asking, laughing as she scrolls through her messages. “Wow, look at this! ‘GoldKing88’ wants to leash you? And 5 million won? Damn, Soo-min, you’re hot!” Chaewon tries to grab the phone, her teeth grinding together. “Yuna, stop this shit. I’m not doing this,” she spits, her voice low, but Yuna leans in. “You’re not?”

Chaewon feels the floor disappear, the bar spinning around her. “You’re destroying me, Yuna,” she mutters, her eyes watering, but Yuna laughs, tossing her blonde hair. “Destroying me? I’m making you rich, you ungrateful bitch. Now take the guy’s offer, record this video, and give me half. Or do you want me to send your slutty face to the Starlight gossip group?” Yuna pokes her chest, her finger digging into her lace bodysuit. “And do it well, huh? Collar, on all fours, moaning like the little slut he wants. If not, it’s over.” Yuna throws the phone in her hand and walks off, shouting “Good luck, Kitten!” to the audience of customers, who laugh, thinking she’s joking. Chaewon stands still, her heart racing, the humiliation burning, but a spark of excitement — dirty, wrong — grows at the thought of so much money and attention.

In the apartment, the silence is broken only by the buzz of a neon sign outside, casting pink light on the peeling wall. Chaewon stands in front of the mirror, her body trembling as she puts on what Yuna sent her: black lace panties, a jingling chain belt, and a cheap leather collar she bought at a sex shop in Itaewon, her heart clenching with each click. The lace bodysuit has been replaced by a top that barely covers her nipples, and she feels the fabric brush against her skin, igniting a heat that embarrasses her. She turns on her phone’s camera, SimpSpace opens, and takes a deep breath. I’m not that, she thinks, but Yuna’s threat—Min-jae, Starlight, her career—weighs more than her pride.

Chaewon kneels on the carpet, on all fours, her collar glinting in the lamplight. “Hi, GoldKing,” she begins, her voice husky, forcing a sensual tone. “I’m here for you… your Kitten wants to be yours.” She moans his name, as if he were asking, and grinds slowly, her belt jingling, her panties slipping slightly. “Please… make me yours,” she murmurs, the words cutting like knives, but the money—5 million won—shines in her mind. The embarrassment is suffocating, but the comments that pop up on SimpSpace—“You’re perfect, Kitten, my hot slave”—get to her. The video lasts 10 minutes, every second a test of her limits, and when she turns off the camera, she’s sweating, her face flushed, her body strangely hot. Money drips into her account, and Chaewon throws the collar on the floor, muttering, “Fuck, what have I become?” But deep down, a part of her—rebellious, lively—is starting to enjoy the game, even if it’s dangerous.

The next night, at Black Velvet, Yuna checks the video on Chaewon’s phone, laughing out loud. “Look at that, the little idol with the collar! She’s turning pro, Soo-min!” She squeezes Chaewon’s arm, forcing her to look at the screen while the customers around her jeer. “Don’t forget: half of it is mine, or I’ll fuck you up.”

As time goes by, the messages from subscribers start to explode: “Kitten, you with a collar are my fantasy,” says one. “I want to see you cry from cumming,” writes another. Chaewon feels her face burn with embarrassment—she’s a Starlight Entertainment intern, dreaming of being an idol, not a “VelvetKitten” on all fours. But, damn, there’s something about this that gets to her. Every dirty compliment, every won dripping into her account, is like a drug. She’s scared, of course—scared of Yuna, of being exposed, of becoming this forever. But there’s also a perverse pleasure, an adrenaline rush of being desired, of exposing herself and, in some twisted way, controlling these guys through her cell phone. They want me, she thinks, and the thought makes her pussy throb, even though she hates to admit it.

On another day at work, Yuna drags Chaewon to the back room, a claustrophobic space with boxes of liquor and a cracked mirror. “Time to spice things up, VelvetKitten,” Yuna says, her tone acidic, tossing a black marker into her hand. “The subscribers want more, and you’re going to give it to them. Write what they tell you on your body.” Chaewon blinks, her heart racing. “What?” she blurts, but Yuna shows her phone, open to SimpSpace, with messages from subscribers: “Write ‘whore’ on your boobs, Kitten,” says one. “I want ‘slave’ on my ass,” asks another. Chaewon feels her stomach churn, but Yuna just says, “Do it, Soo-min.” Chaewon grits her teeth, anger mixed with that twisted pleasure she’s starting to enjoy. “You’re trash,” she spits, but takes the marker, trembling.

In the mirror, Chaewon pulls up her top, exposing her breasts, and writes “whore” in large letters, the marker cold on her skin. On her thigh, she scribbles “slave,” and on her stomach, “yours.” Each word is a stab, but also an electric shock—she’s humiliated, but the idea of thousands of guys paying to see this makes her feel powerful, even if it’s dirty. Yuna laughs, clapping her hands together. “Perfect, you little bitch. Now record a video for the subscribers. I want you dancing, rubbing those words, and moaning like they’re fucking you.” Chaewon wants to scream, but Yuna has her phone out, recording the humiliation. In the apartment, Chaewon films, dancing with the words exposed, shaking her hips as she moans, “I’m your whore, daddy,” her voice husky, her body hot. The subscribers go crazy—“You’re my queen, Kitten!”—and the money pours in, but Chaewon is torn, her perverse pleasure fighting with the shame of seeing herself like this.

When she returns to the bar, it ends up more crowded than ever, the air thick with sweat and incense. Chaewon pours shots, her vinyl top gleaming, the words “whore” and “slave” hidden beneath her clothes but burning into her skin. Yuna appears at the counter, her villainous smile shining. “Good news, Soo-min. A top subscriber, ‘DiamondLord,’ wants a private meeting. He’s offering 10 million won to see you in person.” Chaewon freezes, her tray shaking. “In person? Are you crazy?” she spits, but Yuna laughs, crossing her arms. “You’re the crazy one, thinking there’s a way out. He’s powerful, like he owns a club or something. He wants you in a suite downtown, and he said he wants to… satisfy you. You go, you’re going to be his little whore for a night, and you give me half.”

Yuna leans in, her finger poking Chaewon’s chest. “Imagine, Soo-min, a Starlight producer knowing that you write ‘whore’ on your body. Or Min-jae kicking you out for lying. Accept the date, or I’ll fuck you.” Chaewon feels the bar spin, the customers screaming in the background, the electronic beat like a hammer. The imaginary collar tightens — and, fuck, that dirty pleasure is there, whispering that maybe she wants this, just a little. “You’ll pay for this, Yuna,” she murmurs, but Yuna just blinks, blowing a sarcastic kiss. “Good girl, Kitten. If you play nice, who knows you might like it.” Chaewon stares at the bar, her soju glass glistening, and knows she’s sinking into a game where limits no longer exist.

Chaewon leaves Black Velvet after another hellish shift, her body exhausted, her uniform stuck to her sweaty skin. Her red lipstick is smudged, and the words “whore” and “slave,” which she washed off with force, still seem to burn into her skin. In her apartment, Chaewon flops down on her bed, her phone flashing with messages from SimpSpace. “DiamondLord” has confirmed the meeting: a suite at a luxury hotel in downtown Seoul, tomorrow night. “I want my Kitten live, ready to serve me,” he writes, and Chaewon feels her stomach churn. 10 million won is a fortune, but satisfying a stranger? That’s a line she’s never wanted to cross.

But Yuna doesn’t give her a choice. At the bar, before Chaewon could leave, Yuna cornered her in the back room, the cramped space smelling of vodka and dust. “You’re going to do it, Soo-min, and you’re going to make him cum with happiness,” Yuna said with a laugh. “If you try to run away, you know what. Imagine your bosses seeing the little idol moaning ‘fuck me, daddy.’” Yuna threw a bag with a “costume” — a red lace lingerie, a rhinestone collar, and a butt plug with a shiny jewel — that made Chaewon gag. “He asked for it, Kitten. Be a good slut,” Yuna mocked, poking her in the chest.

Chaewon stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her heart racing, the bag of “costume” that Yuna had thrown in her face open on the sink. The red lace lingerie is so thin it shows off her nipples, the rhinestone collar sparkles like a trophy, and the butt plug with a red jewel makes her swallow hard. Chaewon has never worn anything like this—her asshole is virgin, and just thinking about the sensation makes her stomach turn. But Yuna is clear: “DiamondLord wants you in this, Kitten.” Chaewon takes a deep breath, her red lipstick trembling as she applies lip gloss. I choose to do this, she thinks, trying to convince herself, the perverse pleasure she’s been feeling in SimpSpace fighting with her fear.

She slips on the lingerie, the fabric brushing against her skin, and puts on the collar, the rhinestone cold on her neck. Then, hands shaking, she grabs the plug and a tube of lube she bought at a sex shop in Hongdae, her face burning with embarrassment. Chaewon leans over the sink, her lace panties pulled to the side, and spreads the lube, the cold gel making her gasp. When she pushes the plug in, the pain is immediate—a sharp burn that makes her bite her lip, her eyes watering. “Fuck, that hurts,” she murmurs, her body tensing but pushing harder, her virgin asshole resisting before giving in. The plug goes in, the jewel glistening between her buttocks, and each movement sends a wave of pain mixed with a strange pleasure, as if she’s crossing a line she never wanted. Chaewon looks at the mirror, at the collar, at the lingerie, at the plug—she’s no longer the Starlight intern, but “VelvetKitten,” and that, in some twisted way, makes her feel alive. She pulls on a black trench coat over it, grabs her high heels, and heads out for the date, the plug tightening with every step.

The suite at the Lotte Hotel in the heart of Seoul is a dream of wealth: floor-to-ceiling windows with the skyline shining down, a king-size bed with black silk sheets, a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne sweating on the table, and the smell of leather and jasmine in the air. Chaewon enters, her coat falling to the floor, revealing her red lingerie, her rhinestone collar, and her heels clicking on the marble. The butt plug sends shocks of pain and arousal with every movement, and she tries to maintain her “VelvetKitten” pose, even with her heart in her throat. DiamondLord, or Jin-ho, is waiting: in his 40s, with slicked-back hair, an Armani suit, and a smile that mixes charm with hunger. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re a living sin,” he says, his voice deep, pouring champagne. Chaewon smiles, her lip gloss glistening, and accepts the glass, the cold liquid calming her nerves. “I want to make you happy, Lord,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse, knowing she’s there by choice — Yuna forced her, but she wants the 10 million and, perhaps, this dangerous game.

Jin-ho leans in, his eyes fixed on her, and pulls Chaewon into a deep kiss, his tongue invading, the taste of champagne and whiskey mingling. She responds, her hands on his chest, feeling the heat through his shirt. “On your knees, Kitten,” he orders, his voice firm, and Chaewon obeys, the soft carpet against her knees, the plug tightening as she moves. She unzips his suit, his cock already hard, and licks the glans, slowly, like she learned from the SimpSpace videos. “Fuck, you know how to suck,” Jin-ho groans, his hand on the collar, tugging lightly. Chaewon swallows harder, her throat tight, the wet sound echoing in the suite. She’s nervous, but the wicked pleasure grows, the control she has over him even on her knees. He comes fast, the warm liquid filling her mouth, and Chaewon swallows, cleaning her lips with her tongue, her eyes fixed on his. “Good girl,” he says, laughing, and grabs a bottle of blue pills from the table, swallowing two with champagne. “I’m just getting started, Kitten.”

Jin-ho lifts her up, his hands ripping her red lingerie, the lace falling in shreds, exposing her breasts and strappy panties. “You’re mine today,” he growls, but Chaewon, sensing the power of the moment, whispers, “Then use me right, Lord.” He throws her on the bed, exploring her body with his hands and mouth, sucking on her nipples until she moans, his fingers in her pussy, wet despite her shame. Chaewon arches her body, the butt plug intensifying everything, and comes for the first time, a muffled scream, the pleasure fighting with the guilt of being so exposed. “Fuck, you come good,” Jin-ho says, and flips her onto her stomach, pulling her panties aside. “I’ve never done anal,” she confesses, her voice shaking, but adds, “I want to try… with you.” He lubes the plug, pulling it out slowly, the pain making her bite the sheets, and thrusts his cock in, slowly at first, then harder. Chaewon screams, the burning mixed with pleasure, and obeys when he commands: “Touch your pussy, Kitten.” She masturbates, her fingers quick, and comes again, her body shaking as he fucks her ass, ejaculating with a hoarse groan.

Exhausted, he leads her to the shower, steam filling the marble bathroom, hot water running down her skin. Jin-ho presses her against the wall, penetrating her pussy this time, his wet collar glistening. “You’re my slut, Kitten,” he says, but Chaewon, feeling the pleasure taking over, replies: “I’m yours… but only today.” They fuck until exhaustion, she coming once more, her legs weak. When they’re done, Jin-ho hands her a fat envelope—10 million won—and dresses her in one of his shirts, the fabric smelling of cologne. “It was perfect, Kitten,” he says, his tone hardening. “But if you open your mouth about this, I’ll find you, and you won’t like it.” Chaewon smiles, feigning submission, but inside she is plotting. In the elevator, the envelope in her bag, she feels her body aching, but alive, and one thing is certain: this game is changing her.

At Black Velvet, the next day, Chaewon was still serving shots, her vinyl uniform shining, her short skirt exposing her thighs marked by her encounter with Jin-ho. The rhinestone collar is hidden in her bag, but the weight of it — and the 10 million won — gives Chaewon a new confidence, an anger that is ready to explode. The encounter with DiamondLord was more than sex: Jin-ho let it slip that Yuna had worked with him, selling nudes on SimpSpace and doing “extras” at nightclubs, things that Min-jae, the bar owner, never knew about. Chaewon dug through the app and found old messages from Yuna on a deleted profile, with explicit photos and promises that could screw her over with Min-jae and even with the police, since Black Velvet is illegal.

Chaewon waits for the break, her blood boiling. When Yuna walks past her at the bar, laughing and shouting, “How was your date with that rich guy, VelvetKitten?” Chaewon can’t take it anymore. She grabs Yuna’s arm, her nails digging in, and drags her into the back room, ignoring the stares of the customers. “What the fuck, Soo-min?” Yuna whines, trying to pull away, but Chaewon slams the door shut, the sound muffled by the noise of the bar. Chaewon pushes Yuna against the wall, her vinyl top glistening in the dim light. “Enough of your shit, you bitch,” Chaewon growls, her voice shaking with rage, and slaps Yuna hard across the face, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Yuna stumbles, her piercing shaking, her hand on her face red. “Are you crazy?!” she screams, but Chaewon doesn’t stop, landing another slap, her red lipstick shining as she spits, “You’re the crazy one, thinking you can fuck me forever.”

Chaewon pulls out her phone, showing Yuna’s old messages on SimpSpace. “Look here, you hypocritical bitch. Selling nudes, sucking dick in nightclubs, and Min-jae doesn’t know anything about it. Do you want me to show it to him? Or to the police, who are already looking at this bar?” Yuna goes white, her eyes wide, but tries to defend herself: “You have no balls, Soo-min.” Chaewon laughs, an acidic sound, and grabs Yuna’s blonde hair, pulling hard until she moans in pain. “Balls? I became a bitch in SimpSpace, and now you’re going to be mine.” To humiliate her even more, Chaewon grabs the black marker from the table — the same one Yuna used to force her to write “whore” on her body — and writes “SLUT” on Yuna’s forehead, the thick line shining on her skin. “See how good it feels?” Chaewon scoffs, throwing the marker on the floor. “If you open your mouth, I’ll show your pictures to the whole bar.”

Yuna is shaking, her face red, the word “SLUT” shining like a stamp. “You’ll… regret it,” she mutters, but Chaewon slaps her again, a lighter one, just to make a point. “Regret it? You made me a whore, Yuna. Now shut up and obey, or I’ll make you swallow this piercing.” Chaewon leaves the little room, her heart racing, her anger mixed with a sadistic pleasure she’s never felt before. At the bar, she serves shots with a new smile, her uniform shining, while Yuna, still in the back, wipes the marker off with shaking hands. Chaewon has won this battle, but she knows Yuna won’t stay quiet.

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I COULD BE MOM, (unless you want to be dad?)

?: In which Ellie has been away on a trip, what better ‘welcome home’ gift than delusionally letting her get you pregnant with a strap?

!: Breeding, Praise, Slight spitplay, Strapping, Pussyeating, Obsessed!Ellie, says ‘mommy’ ONCEEEE!

“You can’t.”

Ellie tilts her head, lips falling into a frown, “Maybe if we try enough?”

Was she serious?

“You literally can’t though, Ellie, it’s biologically impossible. You nutting in me doesn’t mean we can have babies.” You roll your eyes, scrolling on your phone before it’s plucked out of your grasp and tossed to the side, “Hey—!”

“You’re so negative.” She smiles, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, shoving you back into the bed so abruptly as she sinks to her bruised up knees. You let out a shiver at the implication of what was to be taken place, eyeing the muddy suitcases near the entrance of your shared bedroom before bringing your gaze to what she was doing, “You haven’t even unpacked yet..”

Wrapping her arms around your hips, she pulls you closer to her ravishing mouth, cooing as she thumbs your swollen folds, “Yeah, but i’m a starved woman, you that surprised?” With that, Ellie digs in.

It was going so well, mouth feeling like heaven on you ‘til she spoke up,

“Biologically, did you know the clit has tens upon thousands of nerves?” She says out of nowhere, lifting her head up to display the lower half of her face soaked with your arousal, and more importantly, sizing up your smart-ass retort from earlier when she asked to breed you. “Fuck off..” You tiredly reply, not finding it in yourself to tell her off how you want, not with the delicious feeling of your stomach beginning to coil in what seems like a long-awaited orgasm— but Ellie’s not feeling nice.

She quickly retracts her mouth away, a dramatic ‘pop!’ from your clit when initially does so. She gets up, jogging over to her suitcases to get something, all while your mouth is gaped at her audacity. You’re eagle-spread like a damn french girl, and she just..gets up?

She quickly returns back, sheepishly kissing your hipbone as a half-hearted apology, except you feel something cold and long slap onto it aswell.

Alarmed, you raise your head and are met with one hell of a sight, Ellie wearing what seems to be a literal death contraption— a long, beautifully sculptured, silicone cock, slightly curved at the end with an adjustable harness wrapped around Ellie’s gamine figure. Was this the reason your wife believed she could suddenly re-write the law’s of nature? You gulp when she slaps it once more against your bikini line, this time, slowly nearing your leaky entrance.

“Biologically, you think maybe ‘yer cunt might break from this?” She utters mockingly, leaning forward to kiss the edge of your lips before she runs the tip of the toy inbetween your folds ‘nice and easyyy’..getting it all nice and most importantly, wet. “Geez, who needs lube when I got one of these bad boys..” Ellie says, before trailing off with a laugh when you don’t seem to be focused on any of her words as she plugs you up.

You’re still finding yourself getting use to the exaggerated stretch of the dildo, it’s beginning to feel like it’s practically splitting you in two. You attempt pathetically at gripping the sheets but find yourself wrapping your arms around Ellie, needily pulling her closer to your still-clothed chest. “A-aaah..”

She smiles at your gasps and whines, your pleasure alone intensifying whatever shes feeling by a ton, even if she wasn’t the one taking it. “Just grab ‘onna me.” Ellie says, voice void of any previous teasing but instead a certain softness, “I won’t be mad, baby.”

You nod, eyes cinched closed when she begins picking up momentum; you almost immediately wrap your legs around her lower back, wanting her even deeper, somewhat understanding what ‘dickmatized’ meant now. “Uhn! Uhn! E-llie!” The redhead chortles at the rhythmic hiccuping of her name, groaning when the sharp pressure of your heels drive further into her back, definitely leaving bruises later, “Just take it slowly, ye—eah? ah! ‘m right here, giving it to my favorite girl..”

You two have been in for a while, and Ellie has you a complete mess, milky fluids forming at the base of her cock each time she bullies her hips into yours, ripping a cute sob outta you. If she could marry you a thousand times over, she would— she really would. If only you saw yourself through her eyes, the sheer and utter helplessness she feels when you’re handling kids, knowing you’d make the best mommy out there, and god, she’s a sucker for you, buying you everything you ever ask because she’s head over heels in-love with your very essence. She’ll build you up everytime you fall and never complain. You were her dream girl.

Speaking of dream, she gently pats your cheek, asking you in a docile voice if you’re still with her, and when you nod back, with lttle pools of crystals forming at the ends of your lashes, Ellie is about to free-touch cum at this point, needing to get you to that point with her ASAP. She runs her thumb over your lip as you instinctively take in her digit, swirling your tongue around it while she quickens up her pace, sinful slaps of skin echoing throughout the humid room and likely to the rest of the home too, a clear indication of how far she was willing to go with you. “I-i’m gonna cum..” you mewl pitifully, tits moving forward eachtime she rams her strap into ‘ya, finally meeting ellie’s gaze somewhat as saliva seeps past your lips, dribbling down the thumb she had on the tip of your tongue. Ellie brings her head down to your shoulder, rocking her hips hard and fast, a slight bulge forming in your lower stomach from how deep she was in your guts, all while her beautiful sounds play in your ear, each little huff and tuff of praise.

“So warm..so soft, y-you’re ‘gna be the end of me, mommy..” Ellie whimpers admittedly when the end of the strap repeatedly stimulates and bumps into her engorged clit, and to put an end to her soft streak, Ellie meanly presses a hand to your lower-belly, forcibly bringing you to, hands down, one of the most pornographic, blissful, soul-shattering orgasms you’ve ever had in a long tome, creaming all over the strap, your thighs and her tanktop. That sight of you alone, also, makes her cum when she finally bottoms out, body feeling limp as it falls over you.

She eventually rolls over you, draping a tatted forearm around her eyes to shield her from the moon beams shining in from your windows. “Why do we even open that one—“ However, upon noticing your steady breathing and occasional snores, she drops whatever she was gonna say, scooting closer to kiss you— lips lingering when she finally pulls back from your cheek.

She never understood when Joel and the other mopey adults around her would complain about marriage, and quite frankly, she doesn’t think she ever will, not until her cold dead body is ripped away from yours.

‘Til then, she was gonna build this family up with you, your future kid’s adoption papers still in one of her suit-cases as she lifts herself up to her elbows and eventually to her feet, retrieving a warm wet towel from the bathroom to clean you up with, especially not having the heart to wake you up.

Not that you could likely still walk after the number she’s done on you.

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