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tainted-liquor · 1 year ago

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𓇼𓈒ㅤׂHow Curious... 𓆉 [4.11.23] - ft. Miles G. Morales 𓆡 genre: fluff, part 2 of Sea Grillz!

What a liar.

Two years ago, you met a human. A beautiful, beautiful human who promised that he would come back and visit you. You waited around the coral for months, breaching the surface of the freshwater haven every now and again to see if the familiar red metal cargo ship ever showed up again. You kept that piece of soft cotton fabric wrapped tightly around your gills in hopes that one day the boy would remember you and come back. What was his name again? Prowler?

You zoomed through the warm currents of the 'Big Lagoon', otherwise known as the Caribbean Sea by the surface dwellers in search of some new findings at the bottom of the ocean. Your tail eagerly jerked through the waves, propelling you forward with the force of a bullet train as you scanned the ocean floor for any new finds. You had somewhat of a collection; a brass hand mirror, several giant beady 'pearls' of some sort, silky gloves, and a plethora of coins from all ages and times. It was dark, barely visible as your eyes struggled to pick out every minor detail due to the lack of sunlight. But truth be told, you only had one thing in mind as you glided through the pure water.

You breached the surface, hair falling along your shoulders as your beautiful coral and shell necklace rested against your collarbone. You looked up at the warm skyline, losing yourself in the vibrant shades of orange, pink, and yellow that decorated the world and illuminated your skin. You raised a hand out of the warmth of the ocean, watching as your skin morphed from a pale blue to your natural melanated tone. Your jewelry consisted of pearls, small shells, your swamp blue scales that you lost along the way, and solid diamonds that shimmered on the horizon. It was perfect; no humans to disturb the mesmerizing crash of the waves or the blue tint of the water.

You felt for your cold neck, grazing your soft fingertips over the ripped piece of cotton wrapped around your neck. A sense of melancholy suddenly filled your mind, missing the man that appeared before you and swept you off your fins. You looked around the bare ocean, whispering a silent prayer to whatever may be listening. Oshun? Ikatere? Whoever ears it fell upon, you'd hope they'd hear you.

"Please come back tomorrow..."

You bowed your head before darting back under the deep blue, blazing through the current with no other goal than to get home safely. It was hard to describe this feeling of grief. Maybe it was the promise he muttered that remained broken, or maybe it was his sense of style with those iron-clad claws and shiny teeth. He hadn't left your mind since he sailed away, but you sure left his. You cozied up next to the soft pink anemone, allowing its tentacles to flick and wave at your nose.

The ocean surface went from gentle pinks obscured by ripples of water to pitch black. The inky sky glowed with speckles of stars as you laid back on your lively 'pillow', gently running your fingers through the rough nylon of the rope attached to your waist. You thought to yourself for a moment, dancing over the buttery kapa fabric that covered your chest. It was just like every other night, staring at the water's edge while you attempted to lull yourself to sleep. But there was a sudden urge for you to get up and swim out far east.

You gasped, hopping up at the speed of light, tail twitching with an unfamiliar sensation. Your iridescent scales glimmered under the moon...something was nagging you to swim east. So what did you do? Swam as far right as you could.

"Tú en mi cama..." Miles muttered, deep purple Prowler mask glimmering in the moonlight as music flooded his brain. He knew he was stupid for sailing out in the middle of the sea for no reason, but he had to see that pretty little mermaid again. The one with the big beady eyes and the baby-soft skin, yeah. That one. It had been two years since he last saw that face, and you've been burned into his brain ever since. So now here he was, out in the middle of the sea as his new watch spewed out coordinates for him to follow.

Still in that same red cargo ship he stole two years prior, he sped out into the uncharted waters in pursuit of the woman with the blue skin. and the perfect scales. It was a dark and eery atmosphere as he voyaged forward. The ghostly hue of the moonlight led him forward, serving as his candle in the abyss. The ocean shimmered, each wave highlighted by the fluorescent white as Miles put the engine in reverse and allowed the boat to bob above the water.

He stepped away from the helm of the ship, his heavy-duty boots making a loud thudding sound against the deck as he swung both legs against the railing. He hummed along to the reggaeton music that was blasting through his headphones and took another glance over the sea line. His twin braids swayed gently with the low whistling of the wind, as the cold air kissed every inch of Miles' exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Everything seemed to follow a pattern; the waves would flow and crash against the ship, and the wind would puppeteer his braids. Until there was a familiar deviation in the water.

You darted forward, ducking and weaving between corral, debris, and anything that stood in your way as judgment guided you forward. You passed by the little crabs and gave a couple pats to some adorable Mahi-Mahi before you saw it; the strange shadow you were met with long ago. Your eyes widened with hope and adoration, making no effort to conceal your presence as you breached the surface. "Hey!" You shouted upon seeing the familiar purple glow from some sort of mask. The small white eyes widened, glitching from their regular slits to tiny hearts as you swam closer towards the ship.

"Oh, shit-...Chiquita! ¿Cómo has estado? I missed you!" He shouted, lowering down some sort of boat attached to some ropes that he gestured for you to climb into. You held on to the edge of the smaller wooden boat, lifting yourself up with all your strength as you plopped down onto the rickety oak. He hoisted you up, using all his strength to pull you up on the deck with him. The floor of the ship was freezing cold, floorboards creaking under the added body weight as you flopped on the ground. You lifted yourself up on the palms of your hands, coming face-to-face with the strange 'prowler' once again.

"Where have you been! I've been waiting for you for...for...forever! You said you'd be back!" You shouted, wasting no time as your sopping hands grazed over his exposed arms. His skin was cold to the touch and littered with goosebumps as you attempted to take off his mask, earning a low chuckle from the boy in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, gently moving your hands away from his face as he went to speak. "How often do you think I can boat out to the middle of the ocean? Hmm?" He asked, his tone laced with gentle sarcasm and slight heartbreak. He really did want to come back sooner, but time has never been a friend of Miles.

"I see you found more jewelry," he commented, gently taking your glimmering hand in his as he examined the diamonds, aquamarine, gold, and blue calcite that decorated your knuckles. You were worth millions...fins or no fins, you had a killer jewel collection that could fund an entire generation's college ride. Miles sat on the floor so he could be at eye level with you, pulling you in his lap as he collapsed his retractable mask. "I got jewels too," he mumbled, before opening his mouth just enough for you to see the shimmery glint of...teeth jewelery?

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating as you leaned forward to get a good look at his mouth. His sharp canines were covered by a silver outline, while his bottom teeth were lined with what looked like pure diamonds as you ran your fingertips against the smooth metal. "This is...wow," you sighed, admiring the sparkling gems as Miles smirked at your reaction. "This is called a grill," He muttered, closing his jaws before you made an attempt to put your head in his mouth. You nodded, still processing his flashy sense of style as he scanned over your ethereal garments and figure.

"So what y'all be doin' down there? What's it like on the ocean floor?" Miles asked, gently kissing the thenar of your palm as your hand came to caress his face. You thought for a minute, letting the cold wind blow against your frostbit skin. "It's dark...I mean, I have angler fish! But other than the dark, it's very cozy," You shrugged, hands dancing across his black cotton turtle neck. "It's got a lot of cool things, and a lot of coins. Definitely a lot of coins..." You chuckled, feeling the soaked fabric trickle water down the nape of your neck.

"Damn...New York is never dark," Miles laughed. His laugh was cold and hollow, but oddly comforting as he fixed your makeshift 'waist beads' made out of a piece of rope. He took your face in his cold, and rough hands as he admired your perfection. He'd never seen such a pretty girl in his life, and she was miles away out at sea. Your button nose perfectly complimented your full, two-toned lips. Whoever invented that fuckass 'Phi' system was wrong, YOU were the most beautiful girl in the world; with your glimmering scales, flashy gems, and gorgeous eyes.

He wanted to take you back with him and keep you all to himself, so the greed of the world could never reach out and take from you like they took from him. But deep down he knew there wasn't a place for you in his world. He placed a cold, comforting kiss on your collarbone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "C'mon, tell me about what you did while I was gone," Miles chuckled, hoisting you up as he waltzed toward the helm of the ship. He wanted his conscience to narrate his thoughts in your voice, that thick islander accent and velvety tone talking to him about his own moves.

You talked his ear off for hours, sitting pretty on his lap while he learned all about Aycayia culture, what you eat in a day, and how prevalent 'rare' gems are in the deep blue sea. He didn't care that he was soaked from head to toe, or that he was losing feeling in his legs the longer you stayed on his lap. He just wanted to hold you for a little bit longer as you mindlessly fiddled with his silver chain. His hands gently caressed your hair before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small pinkish purple metal 'watch'. "I gotta go, I'm so sorry..." he muttered, attaching it to your wrist as the futuristic bracelet emitted a soft glow.

Your head cocked to the side, trying to make sense of the strange device. "This will show me your coordinates. Don't lose it. I'm gonna bring you with me one day, I promise," He mumbled, holding you as close as possible. The wind sang a song of melancholy, the ocean coming to a still as you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You wanted him to stay, to tell you more stories of his life as 'The Prowler'. You hated the idea of not seeing him for another two years, tears pricking at your waterline as you smushed your cheek against his.

"I really...really love you. Please don't take too long...?" You whispered, the top half of your body hanging off the rim of the ship.

"...I love you too."

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paisholotus · 1 year ago

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Ch.2

January 19th, 1992

Narrative

"You wanna go talk to them, bro?" Dale asked Delante.

"I don't know; I'm chill right here." He said, eyeing Leilani up and down.

Dale smacked his teeth and placed his glasses back on his face. "Well, imma go holla at her sister then. Stay yo scary ass here." He said walking away.

Delante grabbed Dale's arm, pulling him back. "Ight, nigga, I ain't scary! But we can go over there, and you better not say no stupid shit neither!" He said, pointing in Dale's face.

"Stupid shit? Are you forgetting who's the ladies man in the group? You just don't go stuttering and shit." Dale said, mean-mugging him.

Delante and Dale looked towards Leilani and Monae, sitting at the bar and drinking some champagne. Leilani had on a long pink fitted dress, while Monae had on pink faded jeans and a Jean cropped top.

"Aye, where y'all going?" K-ci asked, but Delante and Dale paid him no mind . As they made their way towards them, Troop's 'All I Do Is Think Of You' came on, damn talk about timing. The boys thought.

"Hey that's the girl for you

So what are you gonna do?"

"Hey," Delante said, clearing his throat.

"All I do is think of you"

Leilani turned around and gave him a small smile.

"Wassup, how you doing?" Dale said, smiling at Monae.

"Day and night, day and night, that's all I do

I can't get you off my mind

Think about all the time"

Monae looked him up and down, smirking at him, showing off her new grillz.

"Hello," "wassup," Leilani and Monae said.

"Uhh, how's it going?" Delante asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"To think of how to say

My heart is here to stay"

Dale side-eyed Delante, laughed awkwardly, and said, "Y'all brought the house down with y'all's performance. I- we ain't seen nun like that before." Dale told them, smiling.

"So won't you please, please be mine?"

"Awe, thank you. We appreciate that. Delante and Dale from Jodeci, right?" Leilani asked them.

"Yeah," Delante said, clearing his throat.

"Cool," Leilani said, with a tight smile.

Dale elbowed Delante in the side as a way of telling him to stop being so awkward.

Carrie walked towards her sisters, she had on a blue/pink faded dress with feathers at the top and bottom. She whispered something in Monae's ear. Monae nodded and nudged Leilani, telling her that they needed to go.

"Hey, do you think we could make a collab or sum? We love y'all music." Dale asked, them.

Leilani nodded grabbing her bag and searching for their card to give them.

"Yeah, for sure. Here just call this number and our manager will set something up." She said, smiling up at them.

Delante and Dale thanked them and watched the three women gather their things, watching them head towards the door, with their bodyguards behind them.

baby, baby

(Day and night) day and night, that's all I do

(I can't get you off my mind) I can't get you...

(Think about...) thinking 'bout you all the time

All the time, ooh

Delante and Dale walked back towards K-ci and Jojo who was smirking back them. "Y'all get they number?" K-ci asked them.

Dale held up the card cheesing in accomplishment. Jojo snatched the card, him and k-ci looking at it, making k-ci smack his teeth.

"Mmcht, you Howard niggas some simps." K-ci said, mean-mugging Delante and Dale.

Delante snatched the card back putting it in his pocket, "mane, shut yo chicken bone head ass up! Don't know what you talking about." He said, taking a squig of his Hennessy.

K-ci waved him off walking away to some women that was sitting at the bar.

"We need to call them back. Even though y'all like them, this could be a good business opportunity." Jojo said, walking towards the bar to get another drink.

Delante looked at Dale dapping him up, "Oh, imma definitely call them back." Dale laughed, playfully shoving his brother.

"Yeah, but please don't start that stuttering shit again, you embarrassing, nigga." Dale said, pointing at Delante.

"Man, fuck you, nigga. I won't stuttering." Delante said, muttering the last part.

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cherryxsang · 1 year ago

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okay so...

“Possession of illegal drugs and evading the law. That’s enough for a few months in the slammer,” the man said with a smirk, bending over slightly and lifting you up over his shoulder with ease. You squeaked at the feeling of his arms squeezing around your body, hitting your fists into his solid back and yelling at him to let you go. Whistling a bit, he simply carried you back to his taller, older looking partner who was leaning against the police car with his arms folded across his chest. YESS HE GOD DAMN DID LIFT ME OVER HIS SHOULDER WITH EASE SJDHKJSHF AND THE WAY HE DOESNT EVEN NOTICE ME PUNCHING THE FUCK OUTTA HIM JSDjsJ

“You have the right to remain silent, pretty girl. Everything you say can and will…” his voice trailed off a bit, focusing on pressing himself against your ass, sighing at the sensation. “…be held against you." SDFJKFH JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALYSSA JESUS DKJS PRETTY GIRL>????

“Uh-huh.” Yunho lowered his hand to your ass and grabbed it roughly, before sliding his hand in between your thighs, rubbing at the underside of your clothed cunt, pressing his digits down where he presumed your clit was. “Is this where you keep your drugs? In this little pussy of yours?” adkaodk we love a man who can find the clit 😌 ugh and i dunno if there's any drugs in there 👉👈 maybe u could check hehe 👉👈.....

NOW ALYSSA........ HOW R U GONNA PUT THIS: Yunho laughed a bit to himself, nudging Jongho out of habit. Jongho gave him a gummy smile, looking sweeter than he should have. AND THIS...: If he hadn’t just groped you and taken your hard earned money, you would’ve believed that he could listen to reason, unlike the psychopath that stood there gripping the outline of his unreasonably large package. IN THE SAME PARAGRAPH???? UNREASONABLY LARGE PACKAGE ???? WHAT? ?????

Being finger-fucked by him was almost the equivalent to having a cock inside you, especially if he filled you with three. He had a habit of breaking his toys too quickly, so he decided he would take his time preparing you for the real thing. ummm??? it feels like the cock???????? AIOSDJKSLJ and not him taking his time w us 🥰💅

eyeing Jongho through the rearview mirror, who gave you a cheeky wink, im sorry just this sdhsjdh he winked at us >< ////////

Yunho opened his mouth and dragged his tongue across his top set of teeth, the silver finishing of what seemed to be a bottom set of grillz glimmering in the light. “Kinky. I’d like that.” eeeehehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEHE ///////////

Jongho chuckled to himself, licking at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to fall apart for him, doll?” You could see his arm shift a bit and the side of his forearm coming in and out of view from where you were sitting. “Are you going to–fuck–cum all over his fingers?” He was starting to sound out of breath. The motherfucker was jerking himself off and driving at the same time. To be quite honest, you were more disappointed that you couldn’t watch than the fact that he was risking all of your lives on the freeway. Maybe you were just like them. Just maybe. DJFHKHS THERES ALOT TO UNPACK HERE........ FIRST OF ALL DOLL TTTTTTTTT yes mr jongho sir i can be your doll /// AND SECOND HES JERKING IT WHILE DRIVING THIS HAD ME GIGGLING ALL OVER AGAIN THATS SO FUNNY 😭😭

Yunho pressed his lips onto the shell of your ear, feeling you routinely squeezing around him. He needed to send you over the edge. “Cum for me, pretty girl. You know you want to.” You pulsed around him, giving him a good idea of what you wanted to hear next. Sending his tongue up along your earlobe and biting it roughly, making you shudder, he growled, “Be a good girl for me and fucking cum.” you cannOT put pretty girl AND good girl in the same paragraph babe youre tryna kill me and i caught you </3 also kissing the shell of our ear thats so cute TT

He tapped his finger against the glass, watching as a tiny bubble formed inside. “You wanna try it?” “I mean, yeah, but are you sure you want to?” you questioned, tilting your head. “One of my regulars told me he downed a vial and fucked a lovebot so hard, its system shut down halfway through.” Yunho smirked at Jongho, before pressing his shoulder into yours. “I mean, you’re the one that’s acting as our little lovebot for tonight, so are you prepared for that?” SKFDJDS THIS HAS ME GIGGLING TOO NOT HIM FUCKING BREAKING THE ROBOT DJSDFKDH and im the little love bot hehe 👉👈<333

This discovery almost distracted you from what was going on in front of you. Yunho had grabbed Jongho by the collar, his other hand clutching the back of the younger man’s head, their lips and tongues eagerly entwining, both occasionally biting at each other’s lips. pls bestie this was so hot they drink the vial and then just immediately cant hold themselves back from making out w each other whatttttttt my mind is blown 😭😭😭😭

With your thighs being held open forcefully by two strong hands, you squirmed around inside Yunho’s lap, barely able to handle the visual of Jongho ravaging your swollen cunt, his nose grinding repeatedly against your clit, his tongue buried deep inside your hole, and his dilated eyes focused solely on yours. NOOOO WHY HIS NOSE ON OUR CLIT- “Stay still, kitten,” Yunho purred, gripping the undersides of your thighs and bringing them upwards so that your knees were up by your chest on either side. “Let my pretty boy take care of you.” SJDHK THATS HIS PRETTY BOY </333 Jongho groaned softly at his friend’s sentence, his hand closing tightly around his cock, fisting it with diligence. He plunged his tongue in and out of you, only stopping to purse his lips and let the mix of arousal and spit drip down onto your clit. Eyeing the wetness longingly, he smacked his hand down onto you, sending a bolt of pleasure through your body,before going back down to slurp all the escaping arousal back into his mouth. hhhhhh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It only took one forceful squeeze of your clit and the feeling of being stretched open by Jongho’s large tongue for you to cum so hard you saw stars. When you came to, Jongho was licking your squirt from his chin, his eyes hooded and hair completely soaked in your release. NOT A SQUEEZEEE AND HIS LARGE TONGUE SJKADH AND PLSSS THE WAY I CAN SEE HIS HAZY EYES LOOKING UP AT MEEEE HIS CHEEKS WOULD B ALL REDDDD N HED BE ALL CUTE :(

Yunho cupped your cunt and palmed it just to feel your body begin to shudder against his from the overstimulation, smiling fondly at the sight of Jongho’s rampant lust. “Did you like being squirted on, baby bear?” ummm yes he did cup our cunt and baby bear now you've gone too far bestie....... too far

Your eyelids lowered, feeling yourself begin to pulse in between your thighs. “You’re going to watch me while I get used by Yunho before you get a turn with me.” After hearing Jongho’s small groan and seeing the lust take over his features, you unconsciously spread yourself further open like you were about to take him instead of Yunho, which they both greatly appreciated. AHHHHHHH JONGHO IS SO DOWN BADDDDDD IM FUCKING LOSING MY MIND MY BRAIN N PUSSY ARE OVERHEATINGGGGG

“Fuck, ifyou’re going to smack me, then at least aim for my p–" Yunho’s large hand slammed down onto your cunt, his calloused palm rubbing against your swollen clit, replacing your words with a choked moan and bringing a smile to his sweaty face. “Again,” you said, your demand coming out as a plea instead, your legs starting to tremble against the slippery couch. “Do it again.” i- im done........ this is end for me thank you all its been nice 👋

Jongho immediately brought his hand down and slapped it directly onto your clit, not giving you a second to react, before he did it again, both him and Yunho watching with delight as your arousal began to squirt out of you like a small fountain. "Good girl," he sighed, sliding his fingers through the wetness and spreading it over your swollen clit. this- i- im actually done now i cant take it anymore...........words cant explain.........the things im feeling inside.........alyssa.............

Before you could ever take a breath, you were suddenly being lifted up by Yunho and being set down onto Jongho’s lap. “Ready, doll?” the younger man asked, running his calloused hands up along your curves, squeezing at the softest parts of your body, his fingers settling on your tits and tweaking them. “Yes, sir,” you moaned softly, your words flipping a switch inside Jongho’s mind. YES SIR 🫡 *SOBBING* YES SIR 🫡🫡🫡 why's he being lowkey sweettttt w his strong pretty hands feeling us up *harder sobbing* TTTTTT

“Ride me, baby. Make it bounce.” im moving out i hate this fucking family i feel unsafe i feel violated i feel-

Yunho sucked and licked at Jongho’s neck as he nodded weakly, finding his softer moans to be a lot cuter than the deeper, more masculine sounds he tried to make. “She’s our little cumslut now, baby bear. Fill her up with your honey, okay?” WHYS YUNHO So THIRSTY FOR JONGHO JSDHSDKJFHKJJ AAAHH AND GIRL WHYD U HAVE TO DO THAT W CALLING HIS CUM HONEY 🙃

“Uh-huh, right.” You tilted your head to the side, batting your eyelashes up at Yunho. “You’re lucky I didn’t give you head. I would’ve given your cock a little chomp if I had the chance.” Yunho flashed you a wide grin, his silver grillz reflecting in the light. “Well, there’s always next time.” shefkjdfkdshfkh a chomp bestie 😭😭😭😭 AHHH THERES ALWAYS NEXT TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEHE ><

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pairing: criminal! yunho x fem! reader (criminal) x criminal! jongho

genre: smut, cyberpunk au?? kinda, kinda lore compliant

summary: After finishing up a late night drug deal, you find yourself getting arrested by two suspicious policemen.

w.c: 6.1k

warnings: *possibly triggering content* drug usage, jongho and yunho play a little bit of bad cop nasty cop with reader jshshd <33, hard dom! yunho, dom! jongho, bratty sub! reader, dubcon elements, mxm, kissing, brat taming, degradation, praise, pet names, exhibitionism/voyeurism, manhandling, fingering, spit kink (so muchhh), face slapping, pussy slapping, spamking, oral (receiving), size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, creampies, squirting, slight dumbification

a/n: choo chooooo 🚂 next stop is smut cityyy – i mean, night city hehe whoops <33 just fyi i renamed the fic and changed the aesthetic to better fit the vibe. also i stg i gave yunho grillz before the teaser came out and i just - someone please write seonghwa with grillz,, i will kiss the ground that you walk on 🧎🏻‍♀️ anyways enjoyy bc this one goes on forever and everrr ٩( 'ω' )و

song rec: numb to the feeling, slow down by chase atlantic

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“How much for Night Serum?” a soft-spoken, disheveled man asked you, only allowing you to see his dry, quivering lips and the few beads of sweat that were rolling along his chin, the rest of his face hidden underneath the heaviness of his coat hood.

Leaning your back against the slightly damp alley wall behind you, your fingers traced the outline of a small pocket that you had sewn onto the inside of your jacket. “120 for a vial.”

He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and smashed it down into your open palm. “I want two.”

You counted the money and shoved it away into your tank top, then fished out two small vials filled with a glowing blue liquid from the small pocket, dropping them into the man’s eager hands. “Pleasure doing business with you,” you said mostly to yourself, the man already fast walking his way out of there and tossing his head back to down it. You watched with envy as he let out a blissful sigh and headed towards a hologram of a beautiful woman that was beckoning him inside the building she was posted in front of.

With your hands shoved inside your hoodie pockets, you followed in the direction of the man, heading back out onto the semi-empty street and mindlessly walking down it, your eyes settling on the plethora of neon signs around you, some advertising 24-hour ramen shops and bars where you could drink your sorrows away, some flashing red XXX’s at you, enticing you to settle for a quick fuck with a lovebot of your choosing. None of it really interested you these days. No matter what you did, everything just felt numb. Muted. All you wanted was to feel alive again. Before you could think, you pulled one of the little vials out from your jacket and looked down at it, eventually opening it and swishing the liquid around.

A pair of blue and red lights suddenly blinded you, an irritatingly loud siren joining in as well to overwhelm your senses. ��Oh, fuck,” you reacted, suddenly taking a step back once you realized you had done something incriminating right next to an idle cop car. Just your luck. The vial smashed onto the ground just as you ran in the opposite direction, glancing back in horror to see an intimidatingly solid man with large thighs and equally large biceps already catching up with you.

“Stop right there!” he called out, reaching his hand out in your direction, amused by the fear in your eyes and the quickening pace of your steps.

You carried your body down the pavement as fast as you could, your lungs already on fire from routinely panting and breathing in the cold night air. Your breath escaped your lungs completely when you were suddenly yanked backwards by the collar of your jacket, the color leaving your face once you got a good look at the serious man standing behind you.

“What do we have here?” Yunho mused, a mysterious glint hidden within his coffee brown eyes.

Once Jongho placed you down onto the ground, you tried to take off, instantly being yanked backwards by the taller man and shoved down face-first onto the hood of the police car. “Trying to run again, huh? Seems like we have a little troublemaker on our hands.”

“Fuck you,” you replied with your cheek smushed into the cold metal of the hood, groaning from how rough Yunho was as he grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your back in an uncomfortable position.

“She’s feisty,” Yunho commented to his partner, the two of them exchanging pleased glances with each other, just as you heard a click sound and the sensation of something cold and heavy hanging on your wrists. You were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. So why were you elated? “You have the right to remain silent, pretty girl. Everything you say can and will…” his voice trailed off a bit, focusing on pressing himself against your ass, sighing at the sensation. “…be held against you.”

“And you have the right to choke on a dick,” you retorted, squeezing your thighs together, both disgusted and turned on knowing that you could feel just how large the man was in every sense of the word.

“She wants me,” Yunho stated, grinning at his friend. Jongho playfully shook his head at Yunho, who chuckled and stepped aside.

Your fingers twitched behind you, biting down on your lip in anticipation for what was next until you began to feel strong hands sliding up and down your thighs, then to your ass, his fingers squeezing into them and spreading you apart through your thin joggers, making your brain feel a bit fuzzy around the edges. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” you questioned weakly, lifting your head up to look back at Jongho with a glare.

“It’s called a body search, sweetheart.” Jongho continued, moving his hands up your waist, going in a slow, deliberate manner, like he was trying to memorize how your body felt inside his hands. Once he got to your chest, he kneaded and squeezed your tits, able to pinch your nipples through your thin tank top, drawing a stilted moan from your lips.

“Y-you’re a fucking pervert,” you scowled, squirming around, Jongho’s hands continuing to grope at your tits until he pulled the wad of bills out of your top. Before you could protest, Yunho grabbed a section of your hair and lifted your head up to make you look at him, causing you to whimper.

“You’re the little pervert here, princess. Moaning and squirming around during a simple search. I bet you’re wet too.”

“Sh-shut up…” you mumbled, your cheeks hot to the touch, comforted by the cold metal of the hood when the man let go of your hair.

You didn’t know what the hell was going on, but you almost didn’t want it to stop. You knew Night City was going to shit, but were these two assholes really allowed to be a part of the force with the way they were acting? Well, anything was possible. “Show me your badges,” you suddenly commanded, only for you to get flipped onto your backside, looking up at the two men who were staring down at you with hungry eyes. “Prove that you’re real cops.”

Yunho laughed a bit to himself, nudging Jongho out of habit. Jongho gave him a gummy smile, looking sweeter than he should have. His face sharpened when he looked down at you, his tongue poking into his cheek, casually holding what appeared to be a police badge in front of your face, which confused you even more. If he hadn’t just groped you and taken your hard earned money, you would’ve believed that he could listen to reason, unlike the psychopath that stood there gripping the outline of his unreasonably large package. “You want proof, huh, little slut? I got my baton right here.”

You looked as bored as you possibly could, tilting your head, responding with a simple, “Is that it?” The man didn’t appreciate that very much, simply yanking you up from the hood of the car and shoving you into the backseat before accompanying you.

“I know you want to keep acting like a stubborn little brat, but I know you want this just as much as we do,” Yunho said into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe with his teeth, sending a shiver through you. “I bet you’re soaking wet. Don’t you think, Jjong? Our little plaything is probably gushing for us, huh?”

Putting the car in drive using the stick shift, Jongho pulled out onto the street, eyeing you through the rearview mirror, the corner of his lips lifting upwards. “Wouldn’t hurt to check.”

Yunho slipped his hand past your joggers, cupping your bare pussy and hearing the audible squelching sounds of your abundant arousal. You were a mess. Is this what Night City turned you into? Someone who was willing to be used by two unhinged strangers? You didn’t like the answer, but at this point, you were too invested to care. “Fuck me, you’re even wetter than I thought. We got a little whore on our hands, Jjong.”

“Are you gonna do something about it, or what?” you challenged Yunho, your heart ready to burst out of your chest due to the rush of adrenaline flooding your brain.

On the drive back to what you assumed was their residence, Yunho and Jongho both appreciated your encouragement, resulting in your joggers being pulled down past your knees and your dripping cunt being pounded by two of the “officer’s” sizable fingers.

As Jongho turned the leather steering wheel to the right to make a turn at an empty intersection, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his partner in crime. “Add a third finger, Yun. Stretch her out for me.”

“On it.” Yunho didn’t even bother hiding his giddiness, chuckling to himself, before pursing his lips to drip some saliva down onto his fingers. Being finger-fucked by him was almost the equivalent to having a cock inside you, especially if he filled you with three. He had a habit of breaking his toys too quickly, so he decided he would take his time preparing you for the real thing.

“I’m really starting to think that the two of you aren’t real cops,” you chimed sarcastically, finally having calmed down a bit, eyeing Jongho through the rearview mirror, who gave you a cheeky wink, before glaring over at Yunho, instantly annoyed by the smirk that his pretty lips twisted into.

“What makes you say that, princess?” the man asked aloofly, slipping a third equally long, equally thick finger into your tight entrance and stretching it open, leaving with you a pleasant burning sensation.

“You’re literally knuckles deep in me right now, asshole!” you spat in his direction, resulting in a quick, though rough slap to your cheek, a stinging imprint of Yunho’s large hand still left on your face. It made you leak, aiding him in his quest to make you fall apart.

“Is that any way to speak to an officer of the law?” Reveling in your clear shock and the influx of arousal slipping past his thrusting fingers, Yunho shook his head. “Oh, you dumb little girl. I’m obviously doing a routine cavity search. Checking for drugs and such.” He began to curl his digits and rub at the little spongy area that made your eyes roll back, noticing how you started to clench around him. “Though I don’t think you can fit anything into this tiny pussy of yours, but you’re more than welcome to try with my cock.”

“A-as if I’d want your disgusting cock anywhere near me. You’re only getting away with this because I’m fucking handcuffed!” you grunted out, trying to bite back the moans you so desperately wanted to let out, the fire in your belly about to erupt into something that you couldn’t even try to tame. “I’d be choking the fuck out of you if I could use my hands.”

Yunho opened his mouth and dragged his tongue across his top set of teeth, the silver finishing of what seemed to be a bottom set of grillz glimmering in the light. “Kinky. I’d like that.”

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to spit on him or kiss him, so you simply looked on, finding Jongho’s eyes routinely locking with yours when he didn’t have to immediately focus on the road. He had hardly spoken a word to you and yet you found yourself pulsing around Yunho’s thick fingers just from having him stare you down. You were getting close and you couldn’t quite hide it anymore, your eyebrows starting to move upwards, mouth beginning to hang open, and your moans coming out embarrassingly high pitched in response to the pads of Yunho’s fingers rubbing at your g-spot.

A ragged cry escaped your dry throat as Yunho shoved his fingers inside you one last time, keeping them there, your arousal pouring out of you, getting all over his veiny forearm and the leather seat below. Once you recovered, you cleared your throat and blew a bit of hair out of your eyes, side-eyeing Yunho. “This is the only way you get girls to fuck you, huh? By handcuffing them and putting them in the back of your car?”

Yunho felt a surge of anger shoot through him, but it went straight to his cock. “Fuck, you really do like being a little brat for us, don’t you? Because you like how we put you in your place, huh, baby?” Yunho ran a ringed finger through your hair and pushed a few locks of it behind your ear, his dark eyes studying your flushed face with an intensity that made you throb.

“We’re here,” Jongho interjected, pressing a button on a small remote he had in his hand, the sliding metal garage door in front of the car slowly rising up, revealing a spacious garage complete with a secondhand sofa, a TV, a large toolbox, and randomly assorted car parts wrapped in bubble-wrap lying on the floor in the corner.

You disregarded their set up, not needing to ask to know that they were probably up to some shady shit. It didn’t matter, anyway. You did what you had to do as well to keep up with the city that was both decaying and upgrading itself at the same time.

Once Yunho pulled you out of the backseat, you motioned your head to your restraints. “Can you take these off now that you’re done with your little show? If we’re going to fuck, I don’t need my arms to be going numb.”

He chuckled, sending Jongho a quick, pleased glance as his friend took a step behind you and put the tiny key into the slot to unclasp the handcuffs, not letting you go before he reached around you, pulling your jacket off, leaving you in just a thin tank top. Jongho noticed the sound of two vials clinking together, feeling through the jacket and slipping his fingers inside the secret compartment.

“Go on and get comfortable, sweetheart,” Yunho chimed, nodding his head up at you, watching you with dark eyes as you sat down in the middle of the couch, one leg crossed over the other.

Jongho stood next to him, handing him one of the vials. “Is this the stuff she’s selling?” Yunho mumbled, holding it up in the light, eyeing the chemical blue liquid sloshing around inside. “Night Serum, huh? What’s a pretty girl like you doing selling something like this, anyways?”

You shrugged. “I gotta make a living somehow.”

He tapped his finger against the glass, watching as a tiny bubble formed inside. “You wanna try it?”

“I mean, yeah, but are you sure you want to?” you questioned, tilting your head. “One of my regulars told me he downed a vial and fucked a lovebot so hard, its system shut down halfway through.”

Yunho smirked at Jongho, before pressing his shoulder into yours. “I mean, you’re the one that’s acting as our little lovebot for tonight, so are you prepared for that?”

Were you? You weren’t too sure of much, to be frank. Just that you wanted to be used and abused by the sleazy pair of fake cops (mechanics?) hovering over you. You simply nodded at him, licking at the corner of your lips.

“Bottoms up,” Yunho purred into your ear, tilting the glass back and allowing the liquid to drip into his mouth. Before he swallowed it all, he grabbed your chin and forced his mouth onto yours.

“Mmfff…” you mumbled into his mouth, looking back at him, barely able to handle him shoving his tongue down your throat. The effects were almost instantaneous; your senses and any physical sensations you felt were immediately heightened to the tenth degree. Not only that, but you felt the overwhelming urge to be filthy. You could see why everyone wanted to get their hands on it.

Once Yunho sucked on Jongho’s tongue and swallowed down some of their combined spit, he pulled back slightly, their now swollen lips barely touching, the both of them breathing in the same air, sending pleasant zaps of arousal below the belt. “What do you want to do next, Jjong? Tell me.”

Almost breathless, Jongho cleared his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I want to eat her out,” he mumbled, looking past Yunho and making eye contact with you. “I want her to squirt for me, Yun.”

Yunho smirked, running his thumb across the younger man’s glistening bottom lip. “Mm, you want our pretty little toy to make a mess, huh?”

Jongho nodded, smiling softly. “A big mess, yeah.”

“Stay still, kitten,” Yunho purred, gripping the undersides of your thighs and bringing them upwards so that your knees were up by your chest on either side. “Let my pretty boy take care of you.”

Jongho groaned softly at his friend’s sentence, his hand closing tightly around his cock, fisting it with diligence. He plunged his tongue in and out of you, only stopping to purse his lips and let the mix of arousal and spit drip down onto your clit. Eyeing the wetness longingly, he smacked his hand down onto you, sending a bolt of pleasure through your body,before going back down to slurp all the escaping arousal back into his mouth.

“Don’t swallow, Jjong.” Yunho reached around your shoulder to clutch your jaw, forcing it open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. “Let her taste.”

Jongho slowly stood up and hovered over the both of you, sending the mixture of fluids into your open mouth, replacing Yunho’s hand on your jaw to shut it.

Just as you were about to swallow it down, Yunho growled, “Hold it,” near your ear, smiling slightly at the small, obedient nod you gave him. He grabbed Jongho by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss that mostly consisted of teeth and tongue, tasting you on him. The two men grunted and groaned, their hands automatically reaching for each other’s cocks, haphazardly stroking them until they were dripping more and more pre-cum by the second.

“Mmmn,” you mumbled with your mouth full, your back warm against Yunho’s heated chest, your pussy throbbing with urgency the longer you watched them pleasure one another.

Yunho rubbed his thumb over Jongho’s slit, making him gasp and pull away due to how sensitive he was, a few strings of saliva still joining their lips. “Cute.” He chuckled, almost forgetting you were there until he saw the way you were begging for his attention with your eyes. “Aww, poor baby. Here’s your reward for waiting.” He tilted your face towards his and sent a wad of spit down your throat, making you moan and pulse heavily around Jongho’s tongue once he had returned to the space he took up between your thighs. “Good, now spit it out onto your cute little cunt like a good whore.”

Biting your lip, you angled your head down and sent the warm liquid down onto yourself in globs, feeling it spread out over your clit and drip down your puffy folds.

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, reaching down to rub the rough pad of his thumb back and forth over your clit at a rapid speed. He pressed kisses onto your neck, licking and biting at it, enjoying the myriad of moans and whines you let out the closer you got to your release.

He nodded with enthusiasm, standing up to show Yunho his softened length that was covered in his own release, smiling cheekily. “Very much so.”

“Mm, that’s what I like to see,” Yunho nodded approvingly, his fingers idly slipping into your soaked hole and scissoring his fingers apart. Moaning, you pressed your head back against one of his broad shoulders. He placed his lips onto your cheek near your jaw, humming against your hot skin. “Ready to take my cock, sugar?”

Laying on the couch with your legs spread open, you suddenly stiffened up when you felt Yunho’s cockhead press against your entrance, his large hands gripping onto your hips. You looked down at his condom-less cock, asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Aww, come on, princess,” he purred, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and kneading it around. “You’ll let me hit it raw, won’t you? Don’t you want to feel my big cock rubbing against your pretty little cunt?” Sensing Jongho’s presence near him, Yunho moved out of the way and spread your pussy open, watching as Jongho sent a wad of spit directly onto your slit.

You were practically melting in Yunho’s grasp from hearing his filthy words said in such a patronizingly sweet tone and feeling Jongho’s spit drip down your heat, barely able to handle his intense gaze. Yunho tapped your cheek with two fingers. “Tell Jjong that you want it. That you want to feel me pump you full of my cum.” He took a second to let out a pleased sigh, his cock throbbing inside his grasp. “Tell him that you like that he’s going to watch me use you before he gets a turn.”

“I-i want it,” you murmured with a pout, your eyes solely focused on Jongho. “I w-want to feel Yunho’s cum inside me…and…” You were both so fixated on each other that you didn’t even notice when Yunho slapped his cock down onto your lower abdomen, pre cum smearing across your skin.

“Finish the sentence, doll,” Jongho requested, his soft, though commanding voice sending a shiver up your spine.

Yunho suddenly slapped his length down onto your abdomen, lining it up so that you all could see just how far he would reach inside you. The tip of his cock reached just above your belly button. You whimpered, feeling dizzy at the sight of it, wondering how something so big was going to fit. Yunho, however, was having the time of his life. “Oh my god, I’m going to rearrange your fucking guts,” Yunho groaned huskily, sliding his cock back and forth across your clit, using your combined arousal to stimulate the both of you. Enjoying the sounds of your small, breathless moans, he smacked his cock down onto your clit, making you let out a sudden gasp.

“G-go slow, okay?” your voice not coming out as commanding as you wanted it to, your eyebrows furrowed, despite giving the two men a pout. “I don’t want to be split in half.”

Yunho could’ve cum right then and there, too delighted with your acknowledgement of your clear size difference.

Noticing his friend zoning out, Jongho wiped some of the drool that was starting to escape Yunho’s lips. “What’s on your mind, Yun?”

Yunho smiled gleefully at Jongho. “I’m going to break her, aren’t I?”

Jongho shook his head, returning the same glazed over look that Yunho was giving him. “We’re going to break her.”

You couldn’t quite remember how you got here — getting pounded into next week by some pervert with grillz and a silver chain hanging in your face, letting him use you to his heart’s content, while his partner simply watched on, steadily fisting his cock with unwavering enthusiasm. You never would’ve guessed that you’d be getting your brains fucked out in some random criminal's rundown garage that night, instead of just heading back to your apartment downtown.

“Jjong, she’s zoning out again,” Yunho spoke up in between grunts, letting go on one of your spread thighs to rake his fingers through his sweaty hair. “What should I do?”

Repositioning himself on the couch beside you, Jongho grasped your chin and tilted it upwards. “Give her a little smack.”

Smirking, Yunho backhanded you, just hard enough to bring you back to reality, immediately allowing you to feel the immense pressure of the man’s hips rocking into yours, his cock plugging you up over and over. “Fuck, if you’re going to smack me, then at least aim for my p–”

Yunho’s large hand slammed down onto your cunt, his calloused palm rubbing against your swollen clit, replacing your words with a choked moan and bringing a smile to his sweaty face.

“Again,” you said, your demand coming out as a plea instead, your legs starting to tremble against the slippery couch. “Do it again.”

“Who knew such a feisty little thing would become such a needy slut for us?” he asked his friend, who shrugged his shoulders. Yunho removed his hand from your pulsing cunt, instead lifting your hips up and slamming into you at a deeper angle, making you let out a yell of pleasure. “Would you like to do the honors and help make our new little toy cum all over my cock, Jjong?”

You looked to Jongho for a moment, your cheeks burning from the way he was gazing down at you with his pulsing cock in his hand, but Yunho's grip on your jaw brought your attention back to the cock that was currently drilling into your spasming cunt. "P-please cum," was all you could verbalize, a line of drool escaping past your lips.

Yunho continued to fuck you through the overstimulation, leaving your inner walls slick and warm with the heavy amounts of pre-cum that were spilling out of his cock. “Mm, that’s right. I bet a slut like you wants to feel every drop of my load when it spills into your womb. Don’t you? You want to know the exact moment that you get pregnant for me, huh?”

You let out a long, drawn-out moan, gripping the edge of the couch, chipping off some of the faux leather material from the cushion with your nails. “I’ll…nnngh…kill you if you get me pregnant…”

“What, you don’t like the idea of someone like me pumping you full of my kids?” he asked near your ear, his body pressing heavily against you, smacking his hand into your ass so harshly, he left a lasting handprint.

“N-no, dumbass,” you choked out, throwing your head back into the couch cushion once Yunho persistently bucked his hips into you, sloppily and without nuance, like you were just a sex doll he had just purchased from Night City’s local rundown sex shop.

Yunho scoffed, shaking his head, his raven locks starting to stick to his forehead. “Then why are you throbbing around my cock, pretty girl? Why are you about to cum all over it?” He bit his bottom lip, pulling all the way out and shoving himself back into you, your combined arousal making a filthy squelching sound. “You want it so bad, you’ll let Jongho fill you up too, won’t you?”

“Fuck, just fill me up, please, both of you,” you finally admitted, your voice barely coming out, the way Yunho picking up his speed and slamming himself repeatedly into your sopping wet cunt sending you into another state of euphoria.

“I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Oh, fuck, here it comes,” the man grunted in between thrusts, letting out a series of low, gutteral sounds, holding his hand down on the bulge in your lower abdomen, cum shooting out of his cock in long spurts, coating your walls with white. It felt so good, you almost lost it, whimpering and whining. “Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you? You like how big I feel inside you? Like I'm gonna split you open, huh?” You simply nodded, unable to think, let alone speak. Chuckling smugly, Yunho pulled out, fisting his cock until a few more dribbles of cum leaked out of him and dripped down your mound.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned softly, your words flipping a switch inside Jongho’s mind.

Jongho picked your hips up and lowered you down onto his thick length, slowly pushing the entirety of it inside, his hips already moving like it was second nature to him, efficiently fucking Yunho’s cum back into you, some of the milkiness dribbling down to the younger man’s heavy balls. “Feels good?”

“Really good.” You panted, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding onto him. “So good. More, please.”

When Yunho nudged his neck and jawline with his lips, whispering something into his pierced ear, his tongue eventually sliding across his heated skin, Jongho leaned his head back, inviting it. He kept one hand on your hip, the other moving to stroke his friend’s cock. “If you want more, you’ll have to work for it,” Jongho stated, smiling lazily at you, his hand moving down to squeeze your ass. “Ride me, baby. Make it bounce.”

Feeling desperate, you obliged him, gripping his broad shoulders tightly, his muscles tightening underneath your grip, lifting yourself up, only to drop yourself down onto him, his groans of approval urging you to go as fast as you could. “I’m riding you, sir, just how you want, so please give me your cum. I need it.”

Yunho sucked and licked at Jongho’s neck as he nodded weakly, finding his softer moans to be a lot cuter than the deeper, more masculine sounds he tried to make. “She’s our little cumslut now, baby bear. Fill her up with your honey, okay?” Jongho’s hand tightened around the older man’s length, squeezing out more clear liquid and using it as lube, drawing muffled groans from Yunho.

Determined to take the strangers’ loads one after another, you bounced on Jongho’s cock with fierce determination, his cum-covered length stretching you open over and over, effectively setting your insides ablaze. “Please,” was all you could whimper out, wiping some sweat from your forehead, looking between Jongho and Yunho, hoping to bring attention to your desperate situation.

Yunho pressed his lips onto Jongho’s earlobe, mouthing something into it, both of their hands eventually traveling to your pulsing clit, taking turns thumbing it eagerly and rolling it around. “Cum for us, sugar.”

Drawing short, airy moans out of Yunho with his skilled hand movements, Jongho smiled softly at him, then looked at you, his fingers roughly squeezing your clit, as he studied your pleasure-struck face, chiming in, “Make a mess.”

Letting out a ragged cry and blacking out for a moment, you came undone, the sensation of warm creaminess spurting into you bringing you back to reality, your head spinning from the feeling, as well as the sight of Yunho shuddering and covering his chest in his own mess. “Fuck….” you exhaled, leaning forward into Jongho’s arms, who wrapped them securely around you, all your strength suddenly leaving your tired body. The drug was starting to wear off, and you were left accepting the decisions you made, some of it dripping out of your cum-filled cunt.

“The comedown from Night Serum is really rough, you know,” you sighed, sliding your fingers through your damp hair and leaning your head back into the couch cushion, puffing on the cigarette that sat between your lips. “Hot flashes, the shakes, cottonmouth, fever, the list goes on.”

“I guess we gotta keep busy, huh? Maybe I’ll just fuck the fever out of you since you love to take cock so much,” Yunho replied smugly with a short, brusque laugh, buckling his belt and nudging Jongho with his elbow as if he was asking him to laugh along with him. Jongho gave him a small exhale of air, barely a chuckle. A pity laugh, if you will.

Yunho flashed you a wide grin, his silver grillz reflecting in the light. “Well, there’s always next time.”

Not that you didn’t know before, but Yunho had to be a psycho. You weren’t quite sure about Jongho yet, but there was always time for him to surprise you. Were you actually considering sticking around these two after everything they did? Arresting you, manhandling you, fucking you within an inch of your life — were you really capable of handling that for god knows how long?

You sat up, flicking the cigarette stump away onto the dirty ground and smiling over at Jongho, who quietly observed you with the same pleased expression he had the entirety of the night, before gazing up at Yunho, your eyes full of determination, fire, and maybe a glimpse of insanity. “I’m looking forward to it, Yunnie.” He took a small step back, caught a bit off guard, letting out a nervous chuckle. You suddenly stood up and bit down onto your bottom set of teeth, making Yunho stumble back into the cop car and slide down the smooth metal until he landed on his ass, resulting in a hearty laugh from Jongho.

Yunho appeared to be shocked, until his pretty lips twisted into a mischievous smile, his eyes upturned with satisfaction. “The others are gonna like you.”

“O-others?” you squeaked, feeling Jongho settle a strong hand down on your shoulder and pat it, as if he was already apologizing for what was about to come.

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WARNINGS: Sir kink, Unprotected sex(wrap it df up!), slight choking, SUB!reader, overstimulation, bondage, dirty talk, no plot, short smut smut smutty smut lol.

I laid there still as pleasure spread throughout my body, my muscles aching worse than it would have if I went on a twenty minute run. I was sweaty, thirsty, but most importantly, wetter than water itself. "m-more" I stuttered out, the dark-skinned, naked adonis that stood before me caressing my body. He took his time as his hands made its way down to my breast, squeezing them before continuing his way down to my stomach "more? you'll listen this time?" He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, sir!" I nodded with anticipation and groaned, feeling the pressure of his thumb back on my swollen, hard clit. I arched my back and pulled at the cuffs attached to both my wrists and the headboard, the cold metal it was made from digging at my skin. The subtle pain felt nice, so nice that I moaned louder and continued to pull at the chains, my thighs clenching together tightly as my clit throbbed against his fingers. Forcing my legs back open, only for them to be spread wider than they were before, he glared at me "keep it open for me, Ma. I wanna see that pretty pussy cum when I let it"

my eyes rolled back at his nasty words. I could cum right then and there, but I knew that'd end with this whole session starting over from square one until I learned how to listen. "I wanna cum, sir" I announced, a whine lingering in my tone of voice, which made a sly smirk appear on the man's face, his golden grillz shining bright. "What did I just say? This pussy gon cum when I tell it to. And I haven't said shit yet"

I bit back my complaints to assure he'd keep playing nice with me, my bottom lip now being stuck between my teeth so no noise that could be mistaken as impatience was let out, even though that's exactly what I was. Releasing my eyes from the clench my lids held, I opened them a little, peeking up at his figure. To my surprise, he looked back at me with lust filled eyes, last time striking me with a hand to my ass when I made eye contact with him.

"You've been waiting so long to cum, I wonder what you'd do if I just left you here like this" he leaned down close to my face, my eyes traveling down to his lips, that same smirk still written all on his mug. I shook my head, getting ready to do whatever it took to finally release the pressure I had pent up inside of me for the past hour.

"Please, sir. I need it" I begged, attempting not to sound so needy, which was quite impossible in this situation. He laid a kiss on my red stained lips, residue of my own release and lipstick being stuck to the plump flesh.

I moaned into the kiss, my head almost moving closer for more before I quickly caught myself and pulled away, praying he let that slide. Gripping my thigh with one of his hands, he kissed my lips again, this time taking control. Softly sucking on my bottom lip, he pulls away and sticks his tongue out, begging to flick the tip of it over the lip he had just let go while his hands skillfully move to the leg opening of my panties, his fingers sliding in and gripping the lace before pulling, the material splitting right down the middle to leave just an opening for him that he would use well.

Without another word from him, I suddenly felt an intense pressure on my abdomen as he slowly slid inside of me, taking his time to make sure I took all of him. He groaned lowly while watching, my arousal leaving a clear, sticky coat around him, which he saw when his hips retreated, his dick now just as shiny as the golds in his mouth. "I know she been ready, and you been so patient, baby" he spoke against my lips with his hands pushing my legs up to my chest, my fists clenching. I felt nothing but inches gliding inside of me, the tip of his dick hitting the hilt of my pussy with every stroke he made.

My body felt light as a feather, as if I was floating through darkness while he thrusted inside of me at a slow, but sensual pace. One of his hands let go of my leg and threw it over his shoulder instead, that same hand feeling down my curvy body, as he gave me loving kisses across my neck and face despite the degrading words he spoke in my ear just a few minutes ago.

Creeping his hand down to my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion as I moaned out repeatedly, tears welled up and prickled my eyes, my whole being fighting the urge to let go, that task alone getting harder and harder. I could only hope that I would be strong enough to actually clock into work tomorrow after this.

"Oh— oh shit!" I shouted, my chest rising and falling quickly as he sped his thrusts up to his liking, giving me strokes that got harder by the seconds. I couldn't take much more with the way every thrust he made took away my breath, each one making me suck in air, but struggle to let it go until I shouted again.

"You wanna cum? I think my girl deserves to cum" He whispers in my ear. His words bounced around my head for what seems like hours, the man removing his other hand from my thigh and wrapping it around my throat, now drilling into me while whispering more nasty affirmations that were disguised in a sweet tone.

"please, Sir!" I begged, moaning out so loud that I was sure the neighbors heard. "Go head, baby. Get that nut. I wanna feel you cum" he sucked in air through his teeth, slowly blowing it back out against the skin of my neck. My legs began to shake vigorously and I felt my core tighten as I creamed around him with a loud, quivering moan.

"Gahdamn, baby. Fuuuck!" he cursed, slamming into me once more before quickly pulling out with a groan, his hand stroking himself as he came, the white ribbons landing on top of my aching clit.

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grillz-godz · 2 years ago

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The Difference Between Plated And Solid Gold Grillz

Grillz is a definitive dental accessory. First made well known by celebs like Flavor Flav and Nelly, gold dental accessories immediately turned into a symbol in hip-hop culture. Dental bling went on to fascinate different stars like Rihanna, Justin Bieber, and even Kim Kardashian.

Presently you can spot it wherever, from red carpet occasions to modest communities across America. In case you're looking for the best gold Grillz, you'll have two essential choices: plated Grillz or custom-fitted Grillz. While the two might appear to be comparable, they are very unique.

In case you're looking for premade dental accessories that give you the strong Grillz search for a lower cost, gold-plated will be an ideal decision. These dental accessories are premade in one standard size intended to fit most individuals.

They are produced using stainless steel or diamond setter's metal and afterward plated with genuine gold. By using substantial gold plating, it guarantees that your Grillz will infrequently tarnish, and they will be sufficiently tough to last quite a while.

Plated Grillz Fitting Process

Because the plated Grillz comes in one standard size, you will not need to establish an impression. You just buy your Grillz, and it accompanies everything you need to adjust your mouthpiece for the most agreeable fit. You'll start by cautiously bending the mouthpiece to fit the state of your teeth. Adjust the prongs until it fits easily and is cozily set up.

Upsides And Downsides Of Plated Grillz

There are a few benefits to buying plated Grillz instead of a custom-fitted option. First, the premade models are accessible whenever. They are advantageous and simple to use because you will not have to establish an impression, and the fitting system is done in not exactly a minute.

They are additionally much more affordable than custom-fitted gold dental Grillz. However, there are additionally a couple of downsides. With plated Grillz, you'll depend on delicate prongs to give you a protected fit. They have a higher imperfection rate than the custom-fitted styles, and they might be awkward for some depending on the size and state of your mouth.

What Are Custom-Fitted Grillz?

Assuming you need strong gold dental accessories that offer extreme solace, you'll need to arrange custom-fitted gold Grillz. This Grillz is made using a mold of your teeth to give you an ideal fit. Formed from strong gold, each piece is custom made, giving you a special exceptional barbecue that offers a long period of solace and style. Look over custom-fitted Grillz in 10K, 14K, and 18K gold choices. In the event that you favor white gold, you can browse 10K gold grillz or 14K gold grillz choices.

Custom Fitted Grillz Fitting Process

At the point when you request your custom Grillz, you'll get everything you need to make an impression on your teeth. The interaction takes around 10 minutes, and you can enlist the assistance of a nearby dentist in the event that you don't feel certain to do it single-handedly. To establish an impression, you will blend the white and blue clay for 30 seconds.

Continue to massage it and roll it together until it mixes into one tone. Then, at that point, roll it up into a hotdog shape and spot it in the included tray. Carefully use your fingers to lift up your lip and put the plate in your mouth, pushing upwards to constrain your teeth into the clay.

The putty must totally cover your teeth and gum line. Hold the clay plate set up for 6 minutes, and afterward, tenderly squirm it off of your teeth. Be mindful so as not to snap the mold in a downwards movement, or this could ruin your impression.

At the point when the mold is finished, you ought to have the option to see the state of your teeth and your gum line. Place the finished molds into the pack and afterward mail it back using the prepaid shipping name and instructions that accompanied your unit. When we accept your mold, our gem specialist will make your custom-fitted unadulterated gold Grillz and afterward ship them back to you.

Advantages and disadvantages Of Custom Fitted Grillz

With regards to quality, there is no comparison between pre-made and custom-fitted Grillz. The custom alternative is produced using unadulterated gold. You will not need to stress over fading or tarnishing as long as you care for your Grillz.

The custom-fitted Grillz are additionally undeniably more comfortable. Because they are intended to give a definite fit to your mouth shape and size, they give a cozy, secure fit that will not pinch or rub. The just genuine downside to custom-fitted Grillz is the greater cost tag.

A pure gold dental accessory will cost in excess of a gold-plated alternative because it is produced using better materials. It likewise takes somewhat more to accept your Grillz when you pick a custom fit because a diamond setter makes your Grillz using the impression you made of your teeth. On average, it takes around a month from the time you request until you accept your finished custom gold Grillz.

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Rose Gold 2 Teeth Bottom Fang Grillz ...yup!

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souyaszn · 3 years ago

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MIDAS TOUCH! ⁂ [ ryūguji ken ]

18+ content! minor, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked if they interact with this work.

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﹡synopsis: gold is a dangerous thing for someone like draken to have, especially when it’s in his mouth.

﹡wc: 2k+ words.

﹡includes: female reader. use of petnames (princess) use of the word cunt. car sex. public sex (parking lot) cunnilingus. fingering. spit. dirty talk but not much. clit stimulation. allusion to multiple orgasms. implicit mention of spanking. overstimulation. draken with his hair down. nuff said.

﹡xtra! repost from my old blog w a few changes. we back. see visual. and godspeed.

“One more time.”

“Babe.” Ken groans, head thrown back into the headrest of the carseat as he drags the sound. “This is the sixth time you’ve asked, y’know.”

“I know but-”

He cuts you off. “In the last fifteen minutes.”

“I know. But this is the last time, I promise! Seventh’s time the charm, just show me and I won’t bother you again. Pleaseee?”

You don’t even have to pout. It’s not like he has the mental fortitude to deny you of anything you asked of him, although he should be the least bit used to this by now, being together as long as you have.

“Last time,” he says, but it’s spoken more toward himself than it is to you. Neither of you believe it.

Slacking his jaw, Ken obliges you and lets his mouth fall open a fraction, bottom lip separated by its top counterpart by about two inches. Two inches is as far as his generosity goes. He’s granting your request with two measly inches for ten measly seconds before he’s trying to snap his mouth shut again, but you’re quicker. Two fingers beneath his chin bring his face closer to yours with gentle force while the thumb works at his lip, pulling it downward so you can feast your eyes on what you want to see— for as long as you want to see it.

You strike gold… literally. The whites of his teeth have been replaced entirely with the stuff, weaving his entire bottom row in the opulence of real karats, shaped to fit every dip and curve of his teeth to the letter. You almost forget you’re holding his mouth open, bewitched by his tongue as it swipes over the gold-plated canines, rose pink leaving the metal lustred in spit. That’s when it hits you—the gravity of what you’ve done.

There isn’t anybody in this world more influential than you. No billionaire, president, or popstar that could ever hold a candle to the flame of power you possess. You were the one who got Ken Ryuguji to wear grillz. Could Jeff Bezos say the same?

It was a hedonistic gift to yourself from yourself, a concept manifested from a I think they’d look good on you, Ken that you just had to see through to the end. Your belief in the idea was so strong, it made Ken a believer too. He felt persuaded as he accompanied you to the jeweler to pick out a design. Curious as he spared time out of his day to get his teeth molded. And while he’d never admit it aloud, excited as he hand-delivered said mold to the jeweler alone because you were too busy gleefully bouncing on the balls of your feet to be of much help to him.

He could barely get you to sit still when the call came in informing you that the finished product was ready.

“Starting to regret my decision to make you wear this for the rest of the day,” you tell him, angling his jaw from left to right. “Feels like I’m punishing myself.”

“I feel like I look stupid,” he confesses with a shrug, unaware of how offended you’d get when he said it.

You’re bug-eyed, staring at him incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He leans into his rearview mirror and pulls his cheek back with his fingers, surveying the piece fully before letting go with a soft pop. You, on the other hand, can’t believe your ears.

“Ken, smile.” He listens. You nearly moan. How could a man be so dense? “Babe.” You start laughing, really laughing, because the innocent hilarity of Draken— out of everybody on this fucking planet, Ryūguji Ken—thinking something had the capability to make him ugly is too good to ignore. “Ken you just- you have no idea.”

He truly doesn’t, brows pulled together as he regards you with visible confusion. “What?”

“I’ve been thinking about them all day.”

This, he knows. You’ve been at his side the entire day, but he can list on one hand the amount of times you’ve looked at him without your gaze falling to his mouth and lips. “You don’t think I know that?”

“About you eating me out while you’re wearing them,” you clarify.

That… changes things.

“Wow.” The shock lasts only for a second. “That’s what you’ve been thinkin’ about?” Reaching up, he holds your face the same way you held his earlier, but it feels different. More forceful from the strength he has over you. He leans into your face, taking notice of the hearts in your eyes and how they’re lidded. “Yeah, there isn’t shit in that pretty head of yours but my tongue, huh? Want me to make you cum on it?”

Your answer is a meek nod of the head, but he won’t accept it. You were too bold a second ago to chicken out now. “Use your words,” he commands, authority in his tone reminding you that any power you hold over him is what he allows. That any power you hold over him can be stripped away. Easily.

“I want it, Ken,” you whisper back to him. “I want you.”

So said, so done.

You’re under him before you know it, his head nestled between your legs like he was drowning and your cunt was the only source of oxygen left. He’s had you every way imaginable: on your back with your legs wrapped around him like a necklace, from behind where he spat in your ass, slurped the wad up when it started to drain down to your cunt, and laughed when you twitched and a reverse where he’s the one lying flat and you’re on top, riding his stiffened tongue like it’s a job you get paid for. It’s baffling how many positions he can mold you into, cramped up in the backseat of your car like that, but it’s nothing to him. With Ken if there’s a will, there is a way.

The way right now is on your back, one leg haphazardly propped over his shoulder with your toes folded against the car door, and the other dangling precariously off the edge of the seat, the towel he placed beneath your ass out of respect for the leather seats useless since you’ve soaked it through completely. And Ken? Ken’s sandwiched between both of your hickey-littered thighs, smiling up at you like an idiot.

“Still with me, baby?” He doesn’t expect you to answer; you’re busy using what little brain power you have left for motor function, rolling your hips greedily to the lazy pace his index and middle fingers set. But before you can even think to, Ken taps two fingers of his freehand against the hood of your throbbing clit roughly, laughing at the speed in which you wet the pads. “There you are.” His wide grin grows wider at your reaction to the gold in his mouth, knowing that they’re the cause of the fresh wave of slick gushing from your messy hole. “So fuckin’ nasty,” he whispers and then dives in, because he’s not one to waste a meal when it’s prepped so nicely.

It’s hard to tell whether your boyfriend loves you or hates you when he goes down on you.

Sure, there’s traces of devotion in the way he kisses your clit, but you can’t deny the menace present in his attention when he gives the nub harsh sucks, grazing its swollen skin with the bluff of his teeth. Trying to run from him and his affection is futile too; your ass and thighs carry the dull sting of what happened when you tried that. Your best bet is to receive what he gives you—no matter how he gives it.

“Ken!” The sound that comes from your throat is a toss between a mewl, a moan and a whine as his tongue laps at your puffy folds, fingers twitching limply at the feeling of the hot muscle working its way through your slit with vulgar finesse. And when his tongue isn’t moving you can count on his fingers to, large digits building a mind-fogging rhythm within you.

And just when you start to think it’s over, that maybe, just maybe, he managed to tire himself out between your legs, you prop yourself up on your elbows and peer down at him as he slides his fingers out of you completely, calluses sodden with your arousal. “Baby?”

“Hm?” Ken won’t even look at you, eyes locked wholly and unmoving on your cunt. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing, but you find out soon enough when he puckers his wet lips, allowing a fat wad of spit to pour out on his fingers and fucks them right back into you, relishing in the loud squelch that comes from it, as well as the way your walls clench filthily around him. “Lie back down, princess. Haven’t had my fill yet.”

“Oh,” you moan weakly, falling back into the seat like he told you to.

The reward for your obedience comes fast when his hand shifts, sending him up against that spot inside you that makes you squeal, writhe, then thrash as he hits it again. And again. And again.

The fourth time tells you this is no fluke, the fifth (unfairly accompanied by the return of his mouth on you) tells you to find something to hold onto.

That’s how you reach for his hair, weaving through the black strands and tugging a fistful upward, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to pull him closer to you or farther away. Either way, your boyfriend doesn’t budge, pain turning him on more than it’s supposed to deter him. He moans face deep into your pussy, sending an overkill of vibrations to an already oversensitive bundle of nerves.

You won’t last long—no way you could think to with him scissoring your cunt like this, tongue circling around your clit as he licks, sucks and spits on it. It all makes for a cohesive kind of messines. The sloppier he makes you, the easier his fingers can move, always lubricated by a flurry of spit, cum or a mixture of the two. Every slosh coming from between your legs is louder than the last, the sound eventually trumping all others in the car.

It’s obscene, it’s lewd and it’s.. going to make you cum.

“Ken, I-oh fuck-I!” Words evade you, but you don’t need them.

Not when he’s there to pick up every cue you give and meet you halfway, thumb reaching up to rub quick circles onto the hardened nub he’s been toying with all day. “I know, baby. Just give it to me. Cum pretty on my tongue like you always do.”

Your hand shoots to his wrist, but you don’t have strength to do much else, face and body locked in a pleasureful chronostasis that a few more swipes brings you right out of. Back arched, legs jerking, hips bucking, walls fluttering—both around his fingers and his tongue—you cum into Ken’s awaiting mouth, sobs rising and dying while he swills down every bit of your juices that come streaming from your spasming hole. He even goes as far as to put his lips to your pussy and suck on it, as if you were somehow holding out on him and he was coming to collect the full thing himself.

It’s not until you intervene and push his head away that he actually moves, your leg sliding off of his shoulder as he hauls himself up to hover over your shuddering body. The smirk on his face is shit-eating.

“You were right,” he admits, teeth slowly creeping out from their hiding place behind his plump lips, gold overcoming the prominent pink in increments. “These don’t look so bad on me after all.” Sunlight filters through the car glass the same time he speaks, breaking through his hair and enveloping his body in an ethereal glow like a spotlight.

There’s nothing on him that it doesn’t catch. His chin completely drenched by your wet, his hair matted down to his forehead from the thin sheen of sweat covering his body, and of course it doesn’t miss his golden grin, competing with the smile for the right to blind you.

By the time the sun retreats into the clouds, your thighs are clamped shut, the slick spread thickly between them completely new as you gaze up at your lover, stunned dumb by his beauty.

Devilish men really shouldn’t look so angelic.

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