#What is the best mix for Husky?

[ali3nboyfriend]

whyyyy do so few people actually put consideration into their dog's breed when assessing unwanted behaviors

[clara-a7]

On Set | Nicholas Alexander Chavez

Pairing: Nicholas Alexander Chavez x Reader

Requested? No~ (I accept requests!)

Word Count: 969

A/N: Sorry if here are any mistakes, english isn't my first language, not my best writing...~

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Today was a special day for you, visiting your boyfriend on set for the first time. You’d heard all about his role, the long hours, and the excitement of filming, but now you were seeing it up close. The energy in the room was electric as the crew prepped for the scene, and you couldn’t wait to watch him step into character, bringing his hard work to life.

After you sign in at the security desk, a production assistant leads you to the soundstage where they’re filming. The place is buzzing with activity, people rushing around with equipment, makeup artists adding final touches, and the director deep in conversation with the actors. And then, you see Nicholas, standing by his trailer, going over his lines.

He smiles the moment he spots you, striding over with his usual easy confidence. “Hey, you made it,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his hand resting on your waist just a moment longer than necessary.

“You sure you’re warm enough?” you tease, your voice playful despite the quickening beat of your heart at the sight of him wearing only a boxer.

“Not at all,” he laughs softly, though there’s a mischievous spark in his eyes. “But you might be the one shivering once you see this next scene.”

Your eyebrow lifts, curiosity piqued. “Oh? What kind of scene?”

Before he can answer, a voice calls out, “Nicholas, we’re ready for you!” The director is motioning him to the set. Nicholas gives you one last grin before heading toward the scene. You follow, curiosity piqued.

The decor is designed to resemble a luxurious bathroom from the 80s, with a little steam in the air, giving the illusion of warmth. Nicholas steps into the shower, already in character. You can’t help but stare as he begins to act the scene.

The water splashes over his skin, droplets clinging to his toned muscles, his abs glistening as he runs his hands through his wet hair. He reaches for a towel, wrapping it loosely around his waist. The camera pans up, but your eyes can’t help but follow the way the towel clings to his hips, barely covering him. His every movement is slow, sensual, deliberate. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you watch, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the fake steam filling the set.

The scene ends, and the director calls for a break. Nicholas walks over to you, still dripping wet, his towel slung dangerously low. He’s smirking now, knowing full well the effect he’s having on you.

“Enjoy the view?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.

You swallow, trying to play it cool. “No…. I didn't.”

He chuckles, stepping closer until you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. “I saw the way you were looking at me,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “You’re not so good at hiding it.”

Before you can respond, his hand slips to your waist, pulling you into a corner just out of view from the team. His lips brush your ear. “Do you know how hard it is to focus on work when I know you’re watching?”

Your breath hitches, the air between you electric. He’s still so close, the scent of soap and skin filling your senses. You can feel the tension growing, a mix of excitement and desire swirling inside you.

“You’re not supposed to be thinking about me,” you whisper, but the way your voice wavers betrays your thoughts.

“I can’t help it,” he says, pressing a soft kiss just below your jaw. “Especially when I know how much you like watching me.”

His hand slides down your back, pulling you against him, the wet towel barely separating your bodies. You bite your lip, trying to suppress the rush of heat that pulses through you. You should stop, remind him you’re on set, but the way his body feels against yours makes your thoughts blur.

“Nicholas,” you start, but he cuts you off with a slow, teasing kiss. His lips are soft but insistent, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you closer. His towel slips a little lower, exposing more of his skin, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

Your body reacts instinctively, pressing against him. He groans quietly, the sound vibrating in his chest as your hand trails down his slick, wet torso. Your fingers graze the edge of the towel, tugging at it just slightly as his lips claim yours in a deeper kiss, more demanding this time. His hands slide lower, gripping your hips as his mouth moves from your lips to your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“Nicholas, we’re on set,” you murmur breathlessly, but you don’t pull away. Instead, your hands find their way to his waist, fingers trailing along the damp towel.

“I know,” he replies, his lips brushing against your ear. “That’s what makes it so exciting, isn’t it?”

Before you can respond, his hand slips lower, gripping your thigh and pulling you closer. His lips capture yours again, more urgent now, and you can feel the heat of his skin, the firm press of his body against yours. Your pulse quickens, your body aching for more, but the sound of footsteps approaching makes you freeze.

Just as things begin to heat up, you hear a voice call out, “Nicholas, we’re back in ten!”

You both pull away quickly, hearts pounding, the thrill of almost getting caught making you both laugh breathlessly. Nicholas smirks, running a hand through his wet hair.

“We’ll finish this later,” he promises, winking as he walks back to set, leaving you flushed and breathless.

You watch him go, a grin tugging at your lips.

Visiting him on set definitely has its perks.

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!Pictures is not mine. Found on Tumblr. Full credit to the owner! 

[botanicsoul]

Bad Friend

(Yandere) Izuku midoriya x reader

MDNI!!! (18+)

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.

You could still hear Uraraka’s voice in your head, bright and full of warmth. “I just think he’s amazing, you know? Izuku’s so kind and hardworking… I don’t know, I just—I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

You felt sick.

Because right now, Izuku Midoriya was pressed against you, lips bruising yours, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t sweet. He was devouring you, taking everything you had to give, and worst of all? You were letting him.

“God, you’re a horrible friend,” Izuku growled against your ear, his breath ragged as he pulled your hips closer to his, grinding against you. You whimpered, a mix of shame and arousal twisting in your gut. His voice dripped with something dark—mocking.

He knew what he was doing. He knew this was wrong. But he didn’t care.

And that made it worse.

“She tells you everything, doesn’t she?” he continued, hands trailing up your sides, rough and possessive. “All those little daydreams she has about me. How she wonders what it would be like to hold my hand. How she wishes I’d kiss her.” His lips curled into a smirk against your throat, teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to make you shudder. “Too bad, huh?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, guilt clawing at your chest. You should stop this. You should push him away. You should care.

But his hands were on you, his body pressing you into the mat of the training room floor, his weight making it impossible to think about anything but him.

Izuku chuckled lowly, voice dripping with condescension. “You’re not even trying to fight me, are you?” He shifted his hips against you again, dragging another sinful whimper from your lips. His emerald eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with something dangerous. “Some best friend you are. Poor Uraraka. She has no idea what a backstabbing little cunt you are.”

“Shut up,” you gasped, but there was no real fight behind it.

“Make me.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, but he only pressed you down harder, caging you beneath him. “You knew she liked me,” he murmured, lips brushing over your pulse. “You knew, and yet…” His tongue flicked over your skin, slow and teasing, before his teeth sank in just enough to make you gasp. “Here you are. Letting me do whatever I want to you.”

You hated how much you loved the way he talked to you. Hated the way his words sent heat rushing through your body.

“Izuku…”

His grip tightened, dragging your hips flush against his. “Say it again,” he demanded, voice husky. “Say my name like you’re mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You shouldn’t. You couldn’t. But your lips parted, and his name spilled from them like a prayer.

He groaned, his hand fisting in your hair, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. His expression was downright sinful. “You’re not getting away from me now,” he murmured, leaning in so close that your noses brushed. “Not after this anyways”

The possessiveness in his voice sent another rush of guilt crashing through you.

Uraraka. Uraraka. Uraraka.

But Izuku kissed you again, and for the life of you, you couldn’t remember why you were supposed to care.

[ridingthatd]

𝐒✘𝐗 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

boss! sukuna, employe! nanami, bodyguard! toji...

what happens when the boss of the company you work in, his right hand employee and his dear bodyguard all desire you?

+18, nsfw, heavy smut, my work is really kinky, three cocks, anal, squirting, cumdump, public sex, nipple play, sex toys (ball gag, vibrator), heavy fingering, heavy spit kink, riding, humping, filthy desires, masturbation, heavy rough sex, a little bit of pet play.

a cumdumpster, a pet play, a sex toy, a hole... that was what you wanted to be, that was what you didn't mind being. you weren't ashamed of it, and you'll never be.

your disgusting desires, your dripping needy pussy, your hunger for their fat delicious cocks. your empty holes needed to be filled, teared by their cocks at any time, at any place.

the feeling of sex was something that you wouldn't trade for billions. the feeling of being boiled alive, the heatness of your skin against their heated skin, the feeling of their sweat dripping from their boiled body to yours as they slam their leaking fat cock into your tight warm pussy. the feeling of their wet tongue sloppily twirling around yours, the feeling of having their warm spit mixed with yours as they suck your tongue in their mouth. the feeling of your perky nipples rubbing against their hard nipples each time they thrust inside your wet cunt, the feeling of your abused, bruised clit brushing against their abdomen each time their sensitive red tip hit your womb, the sound of wet, sloppy smacks filling the room, the sound of the wetness your pussy is gushing out around their cock, dripping down the bed sheets as you make a mess, the feeling of their tongue peaking out to lick the salty tears that was spilling past your eyes, their tongue trailing down leaving a wet trail till they reach your sensitive nipples, immediately wrapping their mouth on it, suckling like a baby in need of milk.

the heated heavy breath, groans, moans fanning against your ear. but what was the best part you may ask? it was when their thick thighs start shaking, trembling, indicating they were close. when they can't control their moans, head burried into your neck their hips going faster and faster, sloppier and sloppier till they slam one last time, curses slip past their red, spit coated lips before they connect your mouth into a wet kiss, their fat cock twitch, throb before you feel a warm liquid squirting inside of your womb, shooting inside of you loads of warm cum as their cock swollen up. as soon as they clam down, breaking off the kiss to stare at the string of spit that was connecting your lips hazily.

but that wasn't enough. that was only a small definition of sex, that was only a small part of your filthiness. that was only the introduction.

you knew better than that, didn't you? you knew better than fucking three man that worked at your company, didn't you? but your needy pussy didn't know better. having three thick cocks ready to breed you, fill your holes with warm cum wasn't something that you could resist?

red messy hair, white unbutton blouse giving you a peak of a tattooed chest, veins and tattood forearms peaking through rolled up cuffes, spread thick thighs under suit pants. pierced eyes watching your every move. how is this man your boss? sukuna ryomen.

"on the floor" his husky firm voice echo through his office. you immediately drop on the floor, on all fours. he leans back his chair, legs man spread as he adjust his huge hard on that was resting on his thigh. his eyes drink you in as he takes in a puff of his cigarette before blowing it out. he free his other hand from his pocket and twirl his finger asking you silently to twirl around.

you listen to what he wants, still on all fours you turn around, your work skirt was hiked up revealing your bare wet pussy and red dildo that was shoved up your pussy he let's out a hiss as he stares at the way your wetness was gushing around the dildo, coating with your juice. from the corner of your eyes, you can see him gripping his fat cock and tugging harshly through his pant.

"crawl" he growls out, lust already filling his voice. you do as he says, swaying your hips seductively as you crawl your way to him, sukuna never broke eye contact with you as he frees his cock. you whimper once you see the way it springs, his red tip leaking with precum as he squeeze it hard with his hand.

once you're close enough that your heated breath is fanning against his fat cock, sukuna groan out. "spit". you clench your thighs as you suck all the saliva in your mouth, collecting it before you open your mouth and spit out directly on his sensitive clit. staring at the string of spit landing on his tip before he harshly huffs and start stroking his cock against your face.

you whine staring hungrily at the way he's beating his leaking cock as your pussy start throbbing around the dildo, needing some fraction. sukuna slowly lean back again and spread his long legs, before he slips his leather shoes under your pussy. your eyes roll back at his next filthy words.

"squirt on my leg you fucking slut" you don't hesitate once you start grinding against his shoe, the feeling of the cold leather against your clit was to good, to good. sukuna groans as he stare at the way your wetness immediately start coating his shoes, dripping down the office floor. you scream into the ceiling once sukuna start bouncing his leg up into your pussy.

"cum! cum! cum! you fucking whore" sukuna growls leaning close to you as his cock start shooting robs of cum directly on your face. your whole body shake as you feel his warm seeds hitting your face, you whine before a hot stream gush out of you, dripping into his shoes.

but that was only the start wasn't it?

styled blonde hair, manly long nose, huge biceps peaking through fitted blouse. a perfect employee wasn't he? nanami kento.

you snap out of your nap as you started to feel something hot, twitching against your lips, the taste of familiar saltiness hitting your taste buds followed by groans and heavy breathing. you slowly open your eyes just to see your employee.

nanami kento, with his thick cock out, and pretty red tip on your lips, leaking as he stroke it against your mouth. his usual styled hair was messy against his forehead as sweat slip past. you can tell he was close by how his whole body was flushed. he clearly didn't notice you were awake yet, to lost in his own pleasure, his eyes rolled back as he sloppily stroke his red tip against your lips.

you decided to tease him by slowly trailing your tongue against his clit causing him to groan out before snapping his eyes to you, jaw clenched before he can say anything you immediately shove his whole cock down your throat, locking it in. nanami harshly grab you by your hair, fisting it, hitting the back of your throat. as you gag around him, tears already slipping past your eyes from how big he was.

nanami groan one last time before he shoots his seeds inside your throat. you make sure to swallow every single drop. you smirk at him cheekily but soon enough it was turned into a gasp as nanami bend you over the desk. rolling up your skirt and slapping your plumpy ass hard.

you whine, nanami hard rough hands, and it stings so bad with each slap but you couldn't help the way wetness starting gushing out of you causing nanami to tsk.

"tsk you like that you fucking slut yea?" he harshly breath out next to your ear before slapping your ass two times in a row. you were sobbing at this point, wanting nothing more than for it to stop and not stop at the same time. nanami kneels down next to your ass before he dives in.

you immediately moan out, pushing your ass into him, his tongue was restless as it moves from your ass to your clit, licking every inch of you, not stopping till you're squirting on his face.

was it enough or one more wouldn't hurt right?

muscles covered every inch of him, a sexy scar on the left side of his mouth, black suit on. a bodyguard like him? toji fushiguro.

the black tinted car was shaking, creaking, toji didn't have any mercy on your poor little pussy. holding your perky ass cheeks between his large hands, as he slams you up and down his fat cock. not caring that your screams were loud enough to be heard by the entire neighbor.

your pussy was clenching hard around his cock, enveloping him each time he shoves his fat cock in. your wetness coated his dick, dripping down his balls. your screams were loud, even after he shoved a gag ball inside your mouth, your drool was coating it, you looked so fucked out of it.

"good girl, good fucking girl" toji darkly speak out as stare at the way your wetness is spurting all over his cock, hitting the leather car seat. your breath hitch as you see someone moving outside the car, leaning against the window as they smoke their cigarette.

but that doesn't stop toji from slamming your tits into the tinted windows, directly where the guy was leaning. his large hand muffling your moans. as his cock thrust inside of you.

the feeling of your hard, sensitive nipples brushing against the cold window- the same window the guy was leaning on, having no clue of what's happening inside of the car. having no clue that you were being fucked.

it all seems to overwhelm you as your hips shudder and arch, squirting directly on the window. "yes! give it to me, give it to me!". toji whispers harshly in your ear. dragging your orgasm by pinching your clit between his fingers.

toji eyes roll back his skull as he feels the way your wetness was filling his car, from his car seats to his window, to the way it drenched his pants. he slam you against him one last time before locking you in. cumming inside of your abused little pussy, gently shushing you as you whine from how sensitive you were.

was it enough yet? having secret affairs with the three of them. or maybe you were greedy enough to want three of their cocks at the same time.

[honeyhotteoks]

lessons in intimacy (k.ys)

summary: you didn't mean to actually meet the man who's audio porn was single handedly getting you off every night, but you do.

note: this has been a looooong time coming and is dedicated to one of my best friends, grace. 💗 i hope everyone enjoys this chaotic smut fest.... also i've recently discovered that porn is actually illegal to produce or consume in korea? so suspend your disbelief for this fic lol

warnings: camboy!yeosang/barista!yeosang x fem!reader, it's a smut-a-thon barely a plot in sight featuring - nsfw/audio porn, guided masturbation, female masturbation, male masturbation, lots and lots of orgasms, use of dildo, nipple play, one night stand dynamics except they kind of fall for each other, big and i mean big dick yeosang, oral sex (f receiving), gratuitous squirting, fingering, thigh riding/grinding, protected and unprotected sex (do not do this they're being hella dumb), rough sex, maaaaaajor praise play he says good girl more times than i can count, so much use of 'baby', plus pretty girl/babygirl, absolute pleasure soft dom yeosang of our dreams, reader literally passes out from coming you're welcome

pairings: yeosang x reader

genre: smut and more smut, where's the plot???

word count: 14.5K

additional note: yeosang owns a cafe in this fic called ongozisin, it's a real cafe in seoul and you can check out their ig here! the vibes are truly so yeosang i can't even articulate it, so i just wanted to share this for the extra visual!

Paid porn for women has tiers. You stumble headfirst into this realization with your fingers stuffed inside yourself and your body slick with sweat, and there’s nothing that takes you right out of your frantic self care session than a request for your credit card number and a terms of service page. 

Your chest is heaving, legs shaking, and you feel your orgasm slip right through your fingers as you skim over his Fansly page. You should have just skipped to another one of his free audios on Pornhub like you always do, but this week was long and stressful and slightly emotionally fraught, and there’s only so many times you can ignore his husky little ad at the end of the audio file inviting you to check out the full, uncut content. 

“Jesus,” You breathe, pushing yourself up in the bed and letting your phone drop to the side as you recover your breath. 

Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to pay for porn? The internet is full of it, spilling over from every angle with any little thing you can imagine. There’s a reason Rule 34 exists, people are horny and people love attention, so if you can fathom it there’s free porn of it. 

And yet, nothing ever, ever gets you there like he does, and you’ve never even seen his face. 

You glance down at your phone again and you see his familiar header image, a deeply contrasted black and white header of tangled white sheets, and his username striking across the corner in neon green. fromryu. This is what drew you in initially, the simplicity of it all. You were sick of skimming through all of the men making porn for women with names like ‘TheMasterDominant’, ‘Your_Daddy’, or ‘forherpleasureee’ and then just listening to them groan in your ear and call you a slut for fifteen minutes. That might work for some, but it definitely doesn’t work for you. 

Ryu was different, is different. His audios are a mix of scenario based role-plays and straight forward guided masturbation for women, and you’re pretty sure he comes right along with you when you listen, but it’s just not the same.

You’ve fucked yourself to every single one of his free audios. Some of them more than once, some of them several times, if you’re being honest. You’ve always ignored his ads, because he gives so much content away for free you can’t imagine what would be behind a paywall that would get you off harder, until today. 

Your brain just couldn’t get there. You’ve heard him chuckle that chuckle before, say that line before, coax you into orgasm with those exact words before, and you need more. 

Your credit card is firmly in your hand before you can give it another thought, and with a fluttering stomach you tuck yourself into a robe and back into bed to pick a tier. With a long sip of a fresh glass of wine you lean back in your pillows and read through his welcome page. 

His tiers make you smirk, he’s funny.

Third base, full uncut audios and one special audio per month just for subscribers – $4.99/month

Just the tip, uncut audios, one special audio per month, and access to a private discord server where subscribers can make audio request submissions – $9.99/month

Every inch (and more), uncut audios, exclusive audios, access to discord, exclusive video content, and access to a private Snapchat - $24.99/month

In for a penny, in for a pound, you guess. 

You click on ‘Every inch (and more)’ and plug in your card numbers before you have a second to rethink your decision. You really hope you don’t get hit with a fraud alert that you have to explain to some poor customer service representative. 

The wheel spins, the charge goes through, and suddenly you’re in. Your mouth has never been so dry. 

There’s dozens of videos, dozens. For every audio you’ve listened to on Pornhub, there’s a video that goes with it, and for every free piece of content there’s two times as much paid video content. $24.99 was nothing compared to how many hours of content you’re suddenly sifting through. 

There’s a common thread across every video though, you can already tell from the thumbnails, Ryu still never shows his face. Almost every thumbnail is the same, a white wall and a charcoal gray couch, and a man wearing oversized black sweatpants and a tight black athletic shirt. 

His knees are parted, legs spread open and casual, and his hands rest clasped between them. You swallow thickly at the sight of his arms. He’s built. His hands are so good looking you think idly that he should just be modeling watches or something, it’s ridiculous how nice they are. His skin is tanned, veins snaking up his forearms, and silver rings across several of his long, thick fingers. Can the sight of a man’s hands make you come? Your aching clit throbs. 

You skim through the video titles and tags to try and select one and your stomach twists. His videos are even more varied than the free content he posts and organized so well you think you might be in love with him already. 

There’s a folder for role play videos, and you skim through that quickly just to see. Neighbor overhears you moaning and comes to check on you, best friend takes your virginity, boss and secretary working late, brother’s best friend slips into your room at a sleepover, step-daddy teaches his babygirl a lesson. 

Your cheeks flush hot pink and you settle further into your sheets, backing out of this folder and navigating to your tried and true favorite.

Guided masturbation and encouragement. 

There are even more videos in this folder and you skim through any of those ones that say ‘exclusive’ in the title to avoid ones you’ve already heard parts of. The hashtags alone leave you breathless and you have no idea what to choose, every video cleanly tagged with what you’ll need to be able to keep up with his instructions. Hands only, rabbit vibe, hitachi wand, bullet vibe, dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps, lubricant, massage oil, blindfold, wrist restraints, ankle restraints, the list goes on and on.

You select one at almost random with the tags ‘hands and fingers’, ‘dildo’, and ‘optional squirting’. 

The screen starts black, and for a second you’re pretty sure something’s wrong, but then you hear him. 

“Hi everyone,” Your muscles melt, and you push your noise canceling earbuds deeper into your ears, “I have something a little special today,” 

You’ve never heard him talk so casually, almost like a vlogger or something. His voice hasn’t yet shifted into that deep teasing tone that kicks off every free video, and you’re already sold on every dollar you’ve spent when he starts to just chat. 

“I got a request from a special subscriber in my discord,” He says, “someone who’s become a friend and who confided in me that she’s never been able to make herself squirt,” 

Your breath comes a little more quickly. 

“It’s not easy to do, I know,” He says, tenderly, the screen still black, “and I want you all to know that if you’re still struggling after this audio, that’s okay. It takes time, and your body is not a sex toy. There’s not a perfect combination that works for every person with a vagina,” 

Your brow quirks at the inclusivity of his language choice and you smile a little, easing yourself down in the bed to keep listening to him. 

“But I’m going to do my best to help you,” He continues, “so while I get set up over here, I need you to get your own space ready. Get up out of bed or off the couch, but keep me with you, okay, baby?” 

You’re shaking and he hasn’t even said anything sexy yet. You don’t always listen perfectly to instructions, sometimes you skip ahead a bit and get to the good stuff just to get yourself off, but this time it’s different. You tuck your phone in your robe pocket and stand. 

“For this session,” You can almost see the smile in his voice and you try to imagine him, “you’ll need a couple of good towels laid out across your space. You’ll need to drink a big glass of water before we get started, and then I want you to find your best dildo, the one that really makes you come hard. The one that fills you up just right, that hits that tender little place you wish I was touching with my fingers,” 

He’s going to make you come so hard you see Jesus, you can tell already. 

“We need everything to be perfect,” He says, “and for you to be comfortable. Tonight is not the night to test out that new toy, okay? Tonight is for you and me, so go and get your supplies, and I’ll tell you all about my day. I’ll be your favorite little sexy podcast.”

As he starts warmly talking to his audience about his long lazy morning off work, you nearly crumble. You’re really not supposed to be getting a crush on this guy, but here you fucking are. He’s sweet, casual and laughs a little while he talks, and while you gather up the towels and the water and the frankly oversized dildo, you’re smiling. 

You hear him sit down and sigh and then his voice shifts, just a little, “Alright, baby, are you ready?” 

You sink back back down to sit on your own bed and you wait. 

“Just a reminder,” He says, “I will be using female descriptors throughout this video. If you’re uncomfortable with me calling you ‘girl’, like babygirl or good girl, or referring to you as a woman in any way, I am posting the similar content with male descriptors. If you’d prefer to hear baby boy or good boy, check the links below this video, okay?” 

You smile again. 

“Alright,” He hums, “now, where were we?” 

The camera clicks on and you feel the little gasp leave you. You almost forgot. 

He leans back on the couch and keeps talking, “That’s right, the lesson. Get settled over the towels, and if you’re wearing anything, it’s time to take it off for me.” 

You lay back over the towels and let your robe part open. 

“That’s so good,” He croons softly, “god, you’re so pretty, baby,” 

Your chest thumps hard. 

“Let’s start slow, okay?” His hands smooth over his thighs, “the key here is teasing, and I know how much you like it when I tease you.” 

Your hand rests on your own thigh, your other propping up the phone as you watch with rapt attention. 

“Touch your pretty thighs for me,” His voice is rich and thick in your ears, “that’s a good girl, there we go, nice and soft. Is your pussy wet? Did I do that to you again, pretty girl?” 

You’re barely breathing, eyes fixated on the screen as he strokes his own thigh through his sweatpants, slow and steady. 

“Are you aching?” He asks and you can’t help but nod, feeling like suddenly he can see you through the screen. 

“Touch just a little,” He murmurs, “but don’t jump ahead. Keep your fingers off your clit, we’re not there yet, sweetheart.” 

A little tight sound slips out of you as you follow his instructions. 

“Is your sweet slit wet?” He hums, and his hand slides up his thigh and rests over his stomach, “Are you throbbing?” 

Fuck. 

“Someday, baby,” He sighs and you watch him shift on the couch cushions, “I’ll taste you,” 

“Fuck,” You whisper. 

“But for now,” He’s smiling, you know it, “you just need to listen to me and do everything I tell you,” 

You’re nodding again. 

“I promise,” He says, “I’ll take such good care of you baby, if you listen, I promise to make you come.” 

Your stomach clenches, core fluttering, and you drift your fingertips up and down your slit, following the way his middle finger is slowly sliding back and forth on his abs. 

“Are you listening?” His voice goes husky and your head drops back into the pillows. Next time you’ll need a better way to watch him and listen and touch yourself, but you’re so incredibly desperate at this moment that it really doesn’t matter, you’ll make due. 

“You are, aren’t you?” He murmurs, “Good girl,” 

Your legs spread a little wider. 

He leans forward, you hear the rustling of the fabric and you snap your eyes back to the video to see him leaning forward, hands clasped together loosely, and you’re pretty sure you can see the outline of a bulge in his sweatpants. 

“Does it hurt?” He croons, teasing. 

You love him like this. 

“Take your hand away from your pussy,” He says, just a little more commanding, “right now, baby,” 

You pull it back reluctantly. 

“Close your eyes for a minute,” He murmurs, “spread your legs for me,” 

You comply immediately. 

“Tease your nipples,” He sounds a little breathier now and you fight the urge to watch the video, “do whatever feels good, touch your tits exactly the way you like it,” 

You roll your nipples, tugging them softly and kneading your breasts with both hands now that you’re not propping up the phone. 

“Imagine me with you,” He says, “feel my fingers sliding up your calves, my lips on your inner thigh, you can feel my breath against your sweet cunt, I know you can,” 

You’re about to come untouched, that’s the thought that rocks through your mind when your hips jerk on their own, his deep voice nestled right in your ear. 

“Look at you,” He muses, “squirming around, so fucking desperate for something inside you,” 

Your breath catches. 

“You’re so needy,” He continues, “are you making noise for me? Little pants, little moans? Are you trying to be quiet?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth, a soft scold, “Not with me, baby,” 

A moan bubbles up out of you. 

“Hands off.” 

Your eyes open immediately, and you don’t pull your hands away just yet, but you’re frozen still. You’re breathing hard, blush climbing up your chest, and your hips jerk slightly. If he doesn’t let you touch yourself soon, you’re going to lose your mind. 

“Good girl,” He says after a moment, “very good,” 

You drop your hands, scrambling for the phone so you can see what he’s going to do next. 

“Now watch me,” He instructs, holding his palm up to the camera, “take two fingers,” he separates his fingers, keeping his middle and index fingers tucked together, “and when they’re inside curl them just like this.” He crooks his fingers in a come-hither motion, “Just like this,” 

You slide your hand down your front, slipping your fingers through your soaked folds, but his voice makes you pause. 

“Go slow,” He instructs, “push them in nice and slow for me,” 

You follow his instructions. 

“There you go,” He sighs softly, “now curl your fingers,” 

You watch as he does it in the video and you follow instructions dutifully, your fingers brushing over your spongy g-spot. 

“Feel that?” He leans back, and the tent in his sweatpants makes you pant, “That perfect little spot that makes you whine so good for me?” 

You nod again, biting down on your lip, desperate to move but waiting. 

“When I say,” He slips his fingertips into his sweatpants, teasing you, “fuck your perfect pussy with those fingers,”

Sweat drips down your chest. 

His hand disappears into his sweats and he groans, “Now,” 

You don’t have to be told twice. 

“Harder,” He says, throaty and low, “I know you can,” 

A tight sound slips out of you as you work yourself, but you nearly fall apart when you watch him push down the top of his sweats. His cock is huge, there’s no other way to say it. Thick and perfect, aching pink at the head and when he wraps his hand around himself you feel the tense knot of your orgasm rushing back. 

“Oh, f-fuck,” You scramble in the sheets, pulsing your fingers in and out just like he told you to. 

“Look at you,” He says again, “fucking yourself for me. I bet you’re imagining my fingers, aren’t you? Just like I’m imagining your dripping pussy,” 

Pleasure rocks in your gut. 

“Use your other hand,” He instructs, “rub that clit for me,” 

You drop the phone like it’s hot, and you have to crane your neck to see the video, but it doesn’t matter. He’s given you the perfect permission to do exactly what you need and you have to take it. 

“Does that feel good, baby? Yeah? Do you feel like you need to come for me?” His voice gets closer to the microphone and you’re rapidly approaching the edge, “You’re so close, fuck, listen to you,” 

“God, oh god,” Your legs are trembling. 

“Do you see how hard you make me?” His fist jerks over his cock faster and your mind is unraveling, none of his other audios feel like this, “Do you know how much I want to see you come?” 

Pressure drops in your belly. 

“Fuck,” He pants, “you’re almost there, I know you want to come for me, but not until I say,” 

It’s happening whether he wants it to or not, whether you want it or not, and your fingers bear down harder on your clit, your eyes locking closed, head falling back. 

“Hands off,” He’s not teasing anymore, he’s telling, “right now, babygirl, hands off.” 

You pull your hands away and it’s possible that nothing has ever felt as bad as this one stolen orgasm. Your hands are shaking, body flushed and slick with sweat, and if any of your neighbors are up they are probably getting an earful. 

You lock eyes with the video again and his hands rest on his knees, cock standing tall and at attention, edging with you. 

“Get that dildo nice and wet,” He says, and you search your sheets for the silicone cock, “in your mouth pretty girl, imagine that’s my cock between your lips,” 

He strokes his hand slowly down his length, smearing a bead of precum down to the base of his shaft as you dip the cock between your lips and take it as far in your mouth as you can. 

“It’s time to come,” He soothes, like he knows you’re a whining, quivering mess, “I know you need it,” 

The dildo pops free from your mouth and you watch as he lifts the hem of his shirt to expose the smooth plane of his abs, “Fuck yourself with me, sweetheart,” 

Pleasure pops through you as you press the toy to your hot channel. 

“Nice and fast,” He pleads, thrusting into his fist, “don’t stop this time, not until you come,” 

The bubble inside you expands again, pressure everywhere. 

“Just trust me,” He whispers in your ear, “don’t stop. I’ve got you, I’m right here, you let go baby. Don’t fight it,” 

Your back arches up off the bedding, the muscles in your arm aching as you thrust the toy in and out of yourself, pressing it up again and again into your g-spot. 

“Come, baby,” He sounds like he’s begging, and your free hand flies down to grip the sheets, “let go, you come, that’s it, there you go,” 

You turn your head, catching sight of him again and the way he works himself over. 

“There we go,” He groans sharply, his own release spurting up ropes of cum onto his exposed chest, “can you feel me inside you? Come with me, that’s a good girl, good fucking girl,” 

He sounds dizzy, panting himself, you’ve never heard him quite like this and one final thrust sends you spilling over the edge. Your vision whites, body locking up in ecstatic pleasure, and you clap a hand over your lips to stifle the moan that rips out of you. 

It takes a minute to come back from that. Your ears ringing, and the dildo slips out of you with a final pulse from your shattering orgasm. He’s talking, you register it, but his voice sounds far away and you realize that you’ve lost your earbuds. You scramble to get them back in, pulling the video up to your eyes. 

“-And that’s okay,” He’s saying, his cock tucked away and his shirt back down, “you can try again another time if you didn’t quite get there,” 

For a second you’re confused, it was the hardest orgasm of your life, but then you remember this was intended to be a guided masturbation to squirt and you blush, alone in your apartment, at the fact that you didn’t quite get there and he’s talking to you. 

“It’s all about the build up,” He explains, “but I’m sure with a little practice we can get you there.” 

You’ve never really cared about squirting until now, but he makes it sound like a perfect date and something tells you that you’ll be back here again night after night if he’ll have you. 

“Anyway,” He sighs and you hope he’s smiling above the camera, “thank you for spending a little bit of your day with me, I hope I made you feel as good as you made me feel,” 

You blush again. 

“I’ll see you soon,” He assures, gentle like a lover would, “sleep well, jagiya,” 

The video cuts and you blink hard, you’re still smiling. 

You are so, so fucked. 

After that, Ryu becomes a problem. You wish it was just the videos and the dirty talk and the good orgasms, but it’s more than that. You just like to hear him talk now, the little bits at the beginning about his day are starting to get into your head. And then there’s the Snapchat. 

You kind of expected the private Snap to be sexy photos and videos of him in the almost pitch dark huskily saying good morning, but it isn’t. You still have never seen his face, but his videos are casual, friendly, too real for a man you spend every night fantasizing about. He chats about things he’s doing or books he’s reading while he’s cooking, filming just shoulders down so you can watch the muscles in his arms while he chops vegetables. You fall in love with the sound of his voice when he’s just talking, his stretched out s-sounds that only really peek through outside of his constructed scenes. You find yourself missing him a little on days he doesn’t post. 

You’ve gotten used to waking up with him, falling asleep with him, checking in on him during the day. His message announcements in Snapchat don’t feel like they’re for everyone, they feel like they’re for you. You know that’s not true of course, you know you’re paying a hefty monthly bill just to feel like this, but you don’t care. It’s been a while, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t just need some company. 

It’s a Thursday when everything goes to shit. 

You wake up far too late, forgetting to set the alarm on your phone after falling asleep directly after yet another Ryu narrated orgasm, and everything has been off kilter since. You’re scrambling to get to work on time and every little thing is going wrong. Your coffee machine isn’t turning on, the sweater you want to wear is still in the wash, and your umbrella will not open despite the rain that’s ruining what would have been a good hair day. 

When you decide to stop into the coffee shop across from your office it’s not even a want, it's a need. You’re already thirty minutes late, why not make it forty-five? 

You’ve never come here, not once. You’re used to going to the shop around the block from your apartment, and this place is new. Ongozisin is the kind of place you’d normally take your time in. The space is clearly industrial, concrete walls and flooring made to look unfinished. The aesthetic is still warm though, with natural dark wood furniture and bamboo accents, Joseon era paintings and a juniper bonsai along the back wall. 

To the left side of the cafe stands a bay of tall windows and the very modern, very clean point of sale. The line isn’t too long, but you can see that the pace of this place is slower by design, so maybe you’ll just round up and call it an hour late. A door opens to your left and you watch as one of the baristas steps out from a kitchen holding two black plates of colorful, carefully constructed pastries. 

The line moves ahead of you, and the person behind you softly clears their throat to jog your attention. 

You step closer, only one person ahead of you now. 

When you hear his voice you nearly reach for your phone. 

“That’s perfect,” It’s Ryu, clear as day. His voice is distinct and deep and here. 

Your eyes snap up to the barista behind the counter, your body frozen stock still as you take him in, mind spinning. 

“Do you want any cream?” He says to the woman ordering. 

Blush lights up your cheeks and all you can think about is the video you watched the night before and his voice in your ear - Do you want my cum inside you, pretty baby? 

You should leave. There’s a reason this man is anonymous on the internet, never showing an inch of his face, and Ryu isn’t even his name, it's just what you call him. He never calls himself anything in the videos, never reveals what part of Korea he lives in, never talks about his job. He doesn’t want to be found. 

You’re about to turn, run, scramble away, but his voice comes again and this time you realize he’s talking to you. The man, Ryu, smiles, “Good morning, can I get you something?” 

You’re frozen. 

“Miss?” A little crease between his brows. 

“Sorry,” You jump forwards, ignoring the annoyed huff behind you and shaking off as much of this panic as you can, “I don’t know where my head is this morning,” 

“That’s alright,” He says warmly, “that’s what I’m here for,” 

You can’t say anything, your mind blanks. 

His eyes flick over you and then he nods, “You know, coffee? To wake you up?” 

“Right!” You nod, “Sorry, yes, an americano please,” 

“Iced or hot?” He asks. 

Are you feeling hot, babygirl? Do you need to take something off for me? 

“Hot,” You say it on a reflex but then you remember yourself, “no sorry, iced, iced please,” 

“Okay, sure,” He smiles, “iced,” 

You make it through payment without too much more embarrassment, apologizing again, and then you step to the side. Another barista appears, slotting into Ryu’s place so he can turn his attention to the drinks he needs to make and you take the moment to get composed. 

He’s handsome, that’s a given. You expected that, but still he looks even better than your imagination conjured up, more real. He looks exactly right for this cafe too, his black hair long enough to brush the base of his neck with half gathered into a ponytail, pieces loose to frame his angular face. He’s dressed smartly too, black oversized trousers and a fitted black t-shirt, slim black boots, and an open jacket in a dramatic modern-hanbok style. You realize you’re staring the minute his eyes hold on yours and they crinkle up as he smiles. He has a birthmark, a smooth light pink flush across his eye and your heart thumps in your chest. 

“Long night?” He asks you, passing off a coffee in a mug to the woman who had been ahead of you in line. 

He just puts you at ease and you nod, “Something like that,” 

“Ah,” He knocks out the round cake of used espresso from the portafilter as he talks, “and you look like you got caught in the rain, don’t you have an umbrella?” 

“Broken,” You grimace, “it’s been one of those mornings,” 

“Mm,” He nods, focusing on queueing up espresso for your americano, but while the shots pull he turns back to you, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?” 

You shake your head, “No, first time,” 

“Do you like it?” He gestures around with a nod of his head. 

“Very much,” You smile, “it’s a great space,” 

He smiles again, looking proud, “I’m glad you like it,” he says, “we haven’t been open very long, but so far people have seemed to enjoy it,” 

“Oh,” You watch him pour your espresso over ice, “is the cafe yours?” 

He nods, “Mine and my friend’s,” 

You wish you weren’t late, you wish you were able to stay just a little longer. 

“Well,” You tell him honestly, “it’s beautiful here, I’ll have to come in more often, I only work across the street.”

“Ah,” He nods, “I thought you looked familiar,” 

Blush creeps up your neck. 

“Did you need cream?” He asks and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your pulse quickens at his words, but he nods towards your coffee and you shake your head. 

“Thank you,” You take the cup off the bar and step back, “I appreciate it.” 

“I hope that helps,” He says, and then he glances behind you at the large round window, “actually, I’m sorry, can you wait one moment?” 

“Sure,” You watch him duck out from behind the bar, making a quick beeline for the swinging door that leads back into the kitchen. You have no idea what he could want, there’s no way you’d be recognized by him except as a stranger on the street, and your stomach knots up. 

It takes him a moment, but he darts back out, a long black umbrella in his hand, “Take this,” 

“I can’t do that,” You wave a hand, “I’m only across the street, but that’s really kind of you,” 

“If you’re only across the street then I know where to go to get it back,” He shakes his head, “just take it, it’s raining like crazy out there,” 

He presses the handle of the umbrella into your free hand, and your breath catches in your throat, his skin brushing against yours. Your eyes flick over his rings, just the same as always. A signet with a deep black stone, a hammered silver band, a clearly vintage one on his index finger that looks like an old Catholic saint token, the finer details rubbed away with age. 

“What time do you close?” You ask, accepting the umbrella. 

“Seven,” 

“I’ll bring it back after work then,” You tell him, “is that alright?”

He nods, “But if it’s still raining, just keep it. Bring it by tomorrow,” 

“Tomorrow,” You nod. 

“Mhm,” He nods, something warm in his expression, “this will have to be your new usual spot,” 

Is he flirting? You’re wholly and entirely unprepared to deal with that considering the way you moaned his name last night. Something clicks in your brain at that thought though and you nod, “Maybe it will. I’m y/n, by the way,” 

“Yeosang,” He smiles, “it’s very nice to meet you.” 

Yeosang.

“You too,” You dip your head, “and thank you again for this,” 

“Of course,” He says, “I hope this turns your morning around a little,” 

You open your mouth to say something, but there’s a voice from the cafe bar that slices cleanly between your conversation, “Yeosang-ah!” 

Yeosang glances back and then he sighs, just a little, “I have to go,” he tells you, “but I’ll see you again,” 

“See you again,” 

He’s back behind the bar before you can blink, focusing on each customer’s order. The man who called his name is grinning, and you wonder idly if he’s the friend who owns the cafe with Yeosang or just a part-timer. 

With your stomach fluttering, you push out into the rain to get to work, Yeosang’s name on a loop in your brain for the rest of the day. When you get home, his umbrella resting by the door, you delete his Snapchat from your contacts and unsubscribe from his Fansly account. 

Ongozisin becomes a daily ritual. 

The money you used to spend on his Fansly now goes straight into the cafe, first thing in the morning before work and a last lingering stop in the evening before you go home. 

On busy days you barely get to see him and sometimes you’re left just chatting with Wooyoung, his best friend and business partner. You like him too, you like the atmosphere and their kind warmth, but if you’re being honest you find yourself living for slow days. The days where you’ve timed it just right to have a little talk before the rush of the day or the closing tasks of the evening. 

Little by little, Ryu fades from your mind, and the man in front of you is just Yeosang. The guy who runs your favorite coffee shop, the guy who dresses almost otherworldly, who smiles wide but only when you say something truly funny, who sometimes gets lost in his own head while he’s making cappuccinos. 

He’s lovely. 

Sometimes you think he might be flirting, a little more suavely and charismatic than his business partner who asked if you had a crush on him since you were coming into the cafe so much. Sometimes Yeosang adds a little extra treat to your plate of food or he adds pretty latte art to your cup if you’re staying in the cafe. That might be nothing, but it certainly might be something. 

It isn’t until another day of rain, harsh pelting rain, that Yeosang appears at your table. 

“We close soon,” He says, and when he sees the brief flash of concern that you’ve overstayed your welcome on your face he shakes his head, “sorry, I meant to ask, how are you getting home tonight?” 

“The train,” You glance outside. 

His nose crinkles, “You don’t have an umbrella today either,”

“True,” You look down at your belongings, “I didn’t check the weather,” 

“If you wait a bit for us to lock up,” He says, “I’d be happy to walk you to the station,” 

“Oh,” 

“Or if you’re not busy,” He clears his throat softly, “I could walk you to this little restaurant around the corner?” 

Flirting, then. 

You smile and nod, trying to keep your eagerness tamped down to a normal amount, “Are you asking me out, Yeosang?” 

He grins, “I’ve been trying to,” 

Your stomach flips pleasantly, “I’ll wait, dinner sounds nice,” 

His shoulders sag, a little relief in his expression and he clears away your empty cup as he says, “I’ll be quick,”

You catch Wooyoung slapping his friend's shoulder as he disappears into the back room, and before you know it you’re blushing and sitting across from this man at the restaurant down the block. 

Dinner is so smooth it feels surreal. It turns out you both like the same music, and several books too, and you’ve never been on a date with a man who asked you so many questions about yourself and didn’t just talk your ear off. Dinner stretches long too, and you’re strangely grateful it’s a Friday when you finally do check the time. He has to work on Saturday at the cafe, but not until a little later in the morning, and so neither one of you really wants to call it quits. 

The after dinner walk turns meandering, and then his hand is brushing against yours, knuckles to knuckles. 

You don’t think of him as Ryu until his fingers brush down your back, lips close to your ear when he finally asks you. The way he does makes your body melt - I hope I’m not ruining things by asking, but would you like to come home with me tonight?

You agree before your mind catches up to itself, but every step of the walk to his apartment has your heart picking up speed. You had forgotten on the date how you met him, really met him, and your gut churns. 

Do you tell him? Do you lie? 

Everytime he grins at you, touches you, tucks his long hair behind his ear and nods, you can’t imagine a one night stand. You could maybe swallow the truth if that’s all this was to you, but it’s not, and so you can’t. 

On his block you feel the internal countdown ticking. 

“You can change your mind, you know,” He offers, noticing how you’ve gone quiet, and it pulls you straight out of your thoughts. 

“Oh,” Your head snaps up, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to change my mind at all, I just got a little lost in thought.” 

He nods, this time finding your hand and giving you a squeeze, his steps slowing as you approach his building, “Can I ask what about?” 

You nod, returning the soft pulse of his hand in yours before separating your skin from his. His eyes flick down to your hands, and then back up to your eyes. 

“I have a bit of a confession,” You swallow hard, “something I think I should tell you before we go upstairs,” 

“Okay,” He leans against the stone wall behind him, “is everything alright?” 

“I hope so,” You nod, “I just feel like there’s something I should say now, and if it makes you uncomfortable at all, just be honest. I’ll go home, no hard feelings,” 

“y/n,” His brows draw together in confusion, “what’s going on?” 

You take a deep breath, taking a step back to get a little breathing room, “I recognized you when I came into the cafe that first day,” 

“Recognized me?” 

“Yeah,” You clear your throat, your chest feeling tight, “for the past few months I’ve been… a subscriber,”

“A subscriber,” He repeats, and for a brief flickering second you wonder to yourself if this man just looks and sounds and feels exactly like Ryu but isn’t, but then his face blanches, “oh,” 

“I’m not anymore,” You shake your head, “and clearly you like your privacy, so I didn’t know how to just come out and say it, but if you’re actually interested in me and not just being flirty at the cafe then I just can’t lie to you… I don’t want to start something with a lie,” 

He’s quiet, and then his eyes flick down. 

It was so, so nice while it lasted. 

“I should have told you sooner,” Your stomach flips and you take another step back, “and I completely understand that you’re upset, I’ll just, I won’t say anything to anyone and it was lovely getting to know you, and I’m sorry, I’ll go,” 

His head snaps up, “Go? y/n, stop, slow down,” 

His hands smooth down your forearms as he jumps forwards, pulling you gently back towards him. Your heart is beating so loud you can practically hear it, “I’m sorry,” 

“I’m not upset,” He assures, “can we go inside to talk? I don’t want to do this in the street,” 

You nod, letting him lead you through the garden gate and up towards the house, but his words pulse on a loop in your mind. You hope he’s good at letting you down easy because this hurts. You should have known it that first day at the cafe, you should have stayed away and not played with fire. 

His house is small, but very nice and despite being sparsely decorated, you like it. You feel trapped in the entryway so unsure of what to do in this space, especially when you recognize the corner of his gray couch. 

“Can I get you a drink or something?” He interrupts your thoughts, “I have wine, probably some soju, and a bottle of truly undrinkable Japanese whisky,” 

“Undrinkable?” You blink. 

“I think it’s supposed to be very good if you like whisky,” He explains, “it was a gift,” 

“Ah,” You couldn’t feel more awkward if you tried, “wine, I guess?” 

“Okay,” He smiles, a close lipped polite smile that doesn’t quite touch his eyes, “well, make yourself comfortable, I’ll get us a drink and then we can talk,” 

“Sure,” You’re still frozen as he walks away down the hall to what you presume is the kitchen. It takes a minute to unstick yourself, but you make your way to the couch and wait. 

He returns with two glasses of red wine and then he sits in the chair opposite you, not on the stretch of couch next to you. 

“Sorry,” You take the wine, stomach flip flopping, “I know this isn’t how you thought the night would go,” 

“Mm,” He nods, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know what to say,” You tell him honestly. 

He nods, looking anywhere but at you until he finally meets your eyes again, “You’re not a subscriber anymore?” 

“No,” You tell him firmly. 

“Why?” He asks, and the question hangs between you. 

“When I recognized you at the cafe and you were being so nice to me,” You explain, “it occurred to me that something might happen between us, as friends or otherwise, and it just felt wrong to know you as Yeosang and then… engage with your content that is clearly anonymous and meant to be private. I didn’t want to do that without you knowing,” 

He nods, setting his glass on the nearby coffee table, “I see,” 

“You are keeping it private, right? I feel like you’re careful to not overshare,” 

“Yes,” He nods, “no one knows.” 

“Then I really am sorry,” You set your own glass aside and lean forwards, “I’m sure you didn’t want to bring your real life as Yeosang and your online life as Ryu together, I just recognized your voice immediately that day in the cafe,”

“As Ryu?” He glances back up at you. 

“That’s what I…” You try to parse through it so it doesn’t sound like a parasocial affair, “fromryu, you know? That’s just what I filled in for your name, I guess,” 

“Ryusang,” He nods, “it’s the Hanja spelling of Yeosang,” 

“Oh,” You soften. 

“Why didn’t you mention you knew me before?” He asks, but despite his words nothing in his demeanor is upset, just curious. 

You take another large, steadying gulp of wine and nod, “I didn’t really think the cafe was an appropriate place to tell you that I’ve gotten off to your voice before,” 

He laughs sharply and looks down, “Okay, that’s fair,” 

“Right,” You murmur. 

“y/n,” He sounds hesitant and you look back up to him, “can I ask you something?” 

“Anything,” 

“Did you come out with me tonight because you wanted to go out on a date with the guy from the cafe, or because you wanted to have sex with Ryu?” The question is direct and cutting. 

“With you,” You answer quickly, and now you know exactly why he’s putting this distance between you, “you, Yeosang.” 

He’s quiet, turning your words over, you can practically see him thinking. 

“Yeo,” You murmur, fighting the urge to reach out to him, “if all I wanted was that, I wouldn’t have told you. But I really like you, Yeosang, and I’d like to see more of you and see where this could go, but I completely understand if me knowing this part of you is too much. If you don’t want to go any further with me romantically or as a friend, this can just be a nice date we both had,” 

He nods and then says, “I have one more question,” 

You wait, your stomach in knots. 

“Do you have a problem with what I do?” He asks. 

“I mean,” You shake your head, “I was a subscriber, so no,” 

“I don’t mean like that,” He clarifies his words, “I mean in terms of a romantic relationship. I like my work, both the cafe and the content, and if we start seeing each other I’m not going to suddenly stop making porn just like I wouldn’t close the cafe.” 

“I’m not asking you to,” You shift over on the couch and reach towards him, resting a hand on his forearm. 

“I’ve dated a few women,” He explains, slipping his hand into yours and twining your fingers together, “this was not something any of them were comfortable with,” 

“Oh,” You nod, but he continues. 

“A couple of them thought it might be fun,” He adds, “but when things got more serious they expected me to stop for them,” 

“I’m sorry,” You tell him quietly, “I don’t expect anything like that,” 

“You don’t now,” He points out, “and neither did they in the beginning.” 

You can see the way this has fucked with his head a little, the way he keeps his shoulders stiff and turned away from you as he explains, and you suppose you might react the same way if you were in his shoes. 

You chew the inside of your lip as you think about how best to say this to him, but finally you manage it, “Yeosang,” you get his attention, “what you do for work doesn’t change what we do on a date or in bed,” 

He turns his head a little, the only indication you have that he’s really listening. 

“I have no expectation that you’re some… sex god,” You smile a little, “though my guess is that you’re pretty good at dirty talk,” 

A small smile appears on his lips. 

“If I didn’t like what you do for work I’d go find another guy,” You continue, “and I’m sorry if the other women you dated weren’t comfortable with it, but I’m not so shy about it. I like what you do, and you’ve helped me plenty, and there’s nothing more flattering than knowing you liked me enough to even bring me upstairs,” 

“Don’t sell yourself short there,” He looks up, shaking his head, “when you said yes to dinner I thought I’d be lucky if I got to so much as touch you,” 

Your heart quickens in your chest, “You, what?” 

He turns his body towards you properly now, “y/n,” he says, “I like you, I’ve liked you since you walked into the cafe soaking wet and exhausted, I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for weeks.”

“I think I’m dreaming,” You breathe, and he grins at your words. You clap a hand over your lips and groan, “Sorry, I didn't mean to say that outloud,” 

“It’s honest,” He says, “I like that about you,”

“Well,” Your hands naturally separate as you lean back onto the couch, “then believe me when I tell you that I am fine with your work. All aspects of your work,” 

His eyes flick over you, gauging how honest you’re being now, “All aspects?” 

You nod again. 

“y/n,” His voice softens, “what tier subscriber were you?” 

It clicks in your brain that you haven’t really told him everything, all the things you know about him and his work. Little audio videos here and there might be forgivable to some women, but more might be too much. 

“The highest,” You tell him, “when I say everything I mean it, the videos, the Snapchat, all of it.” 

He seems to relax at that, “And if this does go somewhere,” he gestures between you both, “if we keep seeing each other. If it becomes more than a few dates,” 

You nod. 

“You’re alright knowing that even if we were dating and going to bed together every night, I spend my free time making people come on the internet for money,” He says it so plainly that you have to blink at him. 

You turn his words over and then sigh, “There’s one thing,” 

He leans back in his chair, putting a little more distance between you both, obviously braced for your words. 

“I just have a question,” You ease him, “just something I should know, I think.” 

He nods once, his shoulders tense again. 

“Do you ever talk one on one with people?” You feel your cheeks heat, “I know you do, you have the discord, but I mean do you ever do what you do alone with someone?”

He softens, “No, no I don’t,” 

“Okay,” You nod, the tense knot in your stomach relaxing, “okay, then,”

“Would that be a boundary for you?” He asks. 

“I think so,” You tell him, “it’s different when you’re making a video to upload for anyone and talking to someone, at least to me,” 

He nods, and then he moves, shifting from his position on the chair to your side on the couch. The nerves that were knotted deeply inside you start to unfurl, his proximity feeling like a peace offering, like an acceptance of your words.

“Subscribers aren’t lovers,” He says finally, “and some people blur that line with their content, but I don’t.” 

“Then, Yeosang,” You take the opportunity to slide yourself sideways a little closer to him, “I am fine with all aspects of your work, more than fine.” 

“Will you tell me if that ever changes?” He asks. 

“Yes,” You make him this promise, “I like you too, all I want is to be honest with you,” 

He nods, his fingers flexing on his thigh as he thinks. Finally, he swallows tightly, his skin flushing a little now that you’re almost pressed together on the couch, and he asks what he’s wanted to ask all night, “y/n,” he turns towards you, “can I kiss you?” 

He’s stunning this close, enough to render you speechless, breathless. You manage a single word, “Please,” 

He’s on you in a flash, and Yeosang’s lips are warm, soft and plush and as he presses into you and winds his arms around you. Your body relaxes into his instantly, the feeling of his warmth, the scent of him, rich coffee grounds and sugar infused into his skin from his work at the cafe. 

His tongue probes your mouth, his breath hot as he sighs. Your body feels alight, hot and feverish and desperate from just a single kiss. You need him inside you yesterday. 

When he breaks the kiss, you realize you’re half straddling him. Somewhere in the heat of the moment and the muddled fog you hitched a leg over his and his hands dragged you up against him so you’re chest to chest. When your mouths break apart, you’re still merely inches from each other and panting the same little breath of air. 

“y/n,” His hands explore you slowly, moving over your skin like he’s trying to learn you, “normally I would try to keep the kink to a future date, but since you already know all of my deepest, darkest fantasies, maybe we can skip ahead?” 

“Yes,” You laugh softly, “definitely,” 

“But I am realizing something,” His hands find the curve of your ass, “I’m at a disadvantage here, you’ve seen my videos, but I don’t know anything about what you like.” 

“You,” The word bubbles up and you flush red again. 

“My voice, I’m sure you like that,” He drops it a little to emphasize the husky bedroom quality of it with a teasing smile on his face, “but what videos do you like? What were your favorites?” 

He’s about to ruin you, there’s absolutely no question. Even if he was all talk you’re sure to be coming just from his words alone, but his hands, the way he touches you, there’s no doubt he has the skills to back up everything he’s ever said in the videos too. 

“Now I’m a little embarrassed,” You admit, “an hour ago we were on a first date,” 

“An hour ago I didn’t know the woman across the table had fucked herself to the thought of me,” He counters softly, “and we can slow down if you want but judging from the wet patch on my thigh I think you want to keep going,” 

You jerk your hips immediately, angling to pull them away so you can stop embarrassing yourself all over this man after a single kiss, but his hands lock down hard over your ass and he holds your body firmly against him. 

“No, no,” He adjusts his leg so that his thigh is pressed even more firmly against your cunt, “don’t be embarrassed with me,” 

“Right,” You blush darker. 

“I’ll tell you what I want,” He offers, “would that help?” 

You nod quickly. 

One of his hands shifts to lovingly stroke up and down your back as he speaks, “I want you to enjoy this more than anything. There is nothing that gets me off harder than making a partner absolutely fall apart for me, and knowing I did that for them, and I think you already know that from my content. That’s real, that’s me.” 

You shiver a little and he leans up to kiss you, softer this time. 

“I’d like this to be good for you,” He continues, “and honestly I already want to see you again, but in case it’s only one night for you I think we should make it count.” 

The night went from nothing to everything so fast your head is spinning but you nod, surging up to kiss him with your hands pressed against his chest for balance. Your core drags along his hard thigh with your momentum forwards and you gasp a little into the kiss, your hips bucking softly on their own at the sudden pleasurable sensation. You feel something stiff and warm pressing into your belly and you feel a rush of sensation between your thighs. 

“So,” He kisses you again, leaning away so he can talk to you, “tell me what videos you liked,” 

“The um,” You clear your throat softly, “the guided ones,” 

He smiles, “Those are your favorites?” 

You nod. 

“And the roleplay?” He asks. 

“Good,” You nod, “everything you do is really good,” 

“But the guided ones get you off, hmm?” He squeezes your hips. 

You nod again, “You’re very good at what you do,” 

“Guided,” He says, almost to himself, before he drags your hips up and back along his thigh, “so you like when I talk you through it?” 

You rock your hips on your own this time, picking up on his cues that he wants you to grind on him, “Mm-hmm,” 

“Tell me more about what you like,” He keeps one hand planted firmly on your backside, but the other starts to wonder, fingers teasing the skin of your collarbones before he cups your breast through your sweater. 

  “Y-you’re so comforting,” You manage as you slowly rut your body against his, “even when you’re edging me and telling me what to do, you’re just, I don’t know,” 

“Is that right?” He teases softly, his fingers toying with the top button of your closed cardigan. 

“Mm,” You sigh, pleasure truly starting to build inside you as you rock your clit lazily against him, “and you understand it takes time for women,” 

The button opens. 

“You take your time with the build up,” You sigh, finding a better position for your hands against his firm chest while you continue to rock, “and when you talk about what you wish you could do to me if you were there,” 

Two more buttons part open and he hums softly, appreciatively, “You like knowing what I want?” 

You nod, watching as he makes short work of your other buttons. 

“Maybe I should just show you,” He slides the cardigan off your shoulders until it pools around your waist, caught on your elbows, “wouldn’t that be better than just listening?”

“Y-yes,” You sigh, your hips slowing so you can let him take the lead. 

He shakes his head, pressing his hand against your ass again to keep you moving, “That’s it,” 

You moan softly, fingers gripping his shirt, “Yeosang,” 

He chuckles at your needy whine and brushes his fingers between your breasts, stroking up your chest, down and over the wire of your bra, and lower still over the soft flesh of your belly. 

“There you go,” He smiles, “I know that feels good,” 

You nod, “So good,” 

“Jagiya,” His hands slide your bra straps down, letting the soft material of the mesh cups fall and reveal your breasts to his hungry eyes, “look how pretty you are for me,” 

You’re close. 

“Don’t stop,” He murmurs, shifting under you so that he can sit up further and press his lips to your chest, “I need you to come,” 

“Yeo,” You whine, your hips sinking into a quick rolling rhythm that feels so right. 

“I need to take my time with you,” He confesses, lips traveling from the center of your chest across the swell of your breasts, “but I don’t think I can,” 

“I-I don’t want you to,” You moan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to stay steady, “please,” 

“I want to,” He groans, “but, fuck, y/n,” 

“Yeo,” You shudder, pleasure snapping up and down your spine, “it’s not one night, it could have never been one night for me,” 

He exhales a heavy breath against your skin, hands tightening pleasantly on your rutting hips. 

You’re startlingly close to tipping over the edge, the bubble growing closer and closer to bursting, and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to focus on the sensation of him, “I-I need,” 

He grips you harder, “Tell me, baby,” 

“I, I,” You stammer, body stumbling towards coming. 

“Come on,” He says lowly, “tell me what you need, baby, I’m right here,” 

A tight sound bubbles out of your mouth and you figure it out in a second, your hand winding into the back of his hair to direct his head, pushing his mouth until you feel his lips ghost over your pebbled nipple. 

“Oh,” He groans, his tongue catching your nipple firmly and sending a shock down your back, “there we go, I’ve got you,” 

His tongue flicks over your nipple again, closing his lips over the hardened bud to suck sharply in exactly the way you need to take you right over the edge. 

“I’m,” You grip him harder, losing yourself entirely now as you grind against him for your release, “I’m so close,” 

“Come,” He pants, latching back onto your breast to keep lavishing the same attention, his arms banding tightly around you to hold your shuddering body close.  

Your finger tightens in his hair, he begs you once more to come, and your orgasm knocks into you sideways. You moan sharply, jerking against him as you fall apart, and you feel him start to move. 

He presses fast kisses across your chest, his voice soothing, “Oh, there we go,” he sighs as he feels you trembling, “fuck, what a good girl showing me exactly what she needs,” 

His words draw a groan from your lips, your head buzzing at his praise. 

“Perfect,” He sighs against your chest, “you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” 

You shiver, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” His fingers trace a circle around your nipple, and something in the way he’s touching you and the sound of his voice tells you everything. He’s about to tease you, edge you, make you come, and god willing he was about to fuck you. Yeosang flicks his thumb over your nipple and smiles, “Baby, I’m going to turn you over, if you want to slow down or stop at anytime you just tell me,” 

“I think I’ll be,” You start to say, and then he maneuvers you quickly in his strong arms, gathering you close so he can turn you over on the couch, leaving you lying flat on your back against the cushions. You squeak and the way he pushes your legs together, quickly undoing the buttons on your trousers and pulling down the zip, and he glances up at the sound to check your eyes but finds nothing but your lazy post-orgasm smile. 

As he kneels and strips your trousers off he groans, “God,” 

“W-what’s wrong?” You blink, finding his eyes. 

“Absolutely nothing,” He smooths his hands up and down your bare legs, “except I’m finding it very difficult not being inside you yet,” 

“So come inside me,” You smile. 

The corner of his mouth turns up at your words, “Already, baby? It’s only the first date,” 

You process your words and roll your eyes, “You know what I meant,” 

“I do,” He smiles wider now, “but you need to come again before I fuck you,” 

“Not that I’m complaining about you touching me,” You gasp sharply as he hooks his thumbs under the sides of your thong and yanks it away, “but I’ve been daydreaming about your cock for months, so,” 

He laughs sharply, tugging his own shirt up and off over his head as he does, “I’m flattered,” 

“Shut up,” You press your thighs together and let your head flop back onto the cushions. 

“Darling,” Yeosang says, kissing each of your thighs before he starts to slowly open your legs again, “how long has it been since you’ve been with someone?” 

“Honestly?” You grimace, “A while,” 

“And how long since you’ve had anything bigger than your fingers inside you?” He asks it so plainly, so calmly, while he widens your legs and starts to tip you open, another kiss to your inner thigh. 

You shiver in his hands, “N-not that long,” 

“Hmm,” He sounds pleased at that, “do you like using toys when you fuck yourself to my voice?” 

“Fuck,” You gasp as his finger traces the softest line up and down your slit. 

“Is that a yes?” He blows a cool stream of air across your throbbing clit and you jerk in his hands. 

“Yes,” You answer quickly. 

“What I wouldn’t give to watch that,” He says, kissing your inner thigh again before he continues, “but still, I’m probably bigger than your dildo, be patient with me,” 

“Oh, fuck,” You melt as he presses one finger inside your slick channel.

“Relax,” He soothes you, “just let go for me,” 

You don’t know how your life is this strange, how you went from listening to this man through your headphones while you touched yourself under the covers alone at home to his fingers sinking inside you. You’ll probably wake up from this dream with sticky thighs. There’s no way this is real. 

Those are the thoughts that dizzy you until he pushes two fingers flush into your heat and you moan sharply, your hand gripping down on one of the couch throw pillows. He feels pretty real. 

He groans, gently pumping his middle and ring finger just to get you used to the sensation, “Feel good?” 

“So good,” You sigh.

“How badly do you need to come, darling?” He asks, continuing the slow and steady thrust of his fingers. 

“So badly,” Your voice is whiny, needy, entirely informed by the feverish heat spreading through you. 

“Pretty girl,” He hums, “with an even prettier pussy,” 

“Oh, god,” You grip the pillows harder, and he’s barely doing anything to you but your legs are already starting to tremble. 

“Mmm,” His fingers begin to pulse more firmly and you feel his fingers curl, finding the spongy crook of your g-spot with practiced ease, “and you need my cock inside, don’t you?” 

“Ah, yes! Yes,” Pleasure blooms through your body. 

“Soon,” He promises. 

You moan again as he repositions, continuing the steady drumbeat of his fingers inside you as he reaches around with his opposite hand to separate your lower lips, the pad of his middle finger now alternating between maddening flicks and taps to your clit. 

“Ah! Yeo,” Your hips rock, “just like that,” 

“Good girl,” He murmurs, “telling me what you like,” 

A tight sensation fills your lower belly, a blossoming heat that spreads from your core up through your body in warm waves, “F-faster,” 

“Mm,” His thrusting picks up speed instantly, the angle slightly adjusting as he does, “that’s it,” 

The angle chance has his curled fingers pumping against your g-spot hard and suddenly the sensation drops low, almost painfully tight and sharp like you’re on the precipice of something. 

It occurs to you all at once what he’s trying to do, the way he’s trying to make your body sing, and despite the rolling waves of pleasure and how close you are to your second release, you don’t necessarily want the first time you squirt to be on Yeosang’s floor. 

“B-baby,” You whine, the pet name slipping off your tongue, “I’m gonna, I think, oh fuck,” 

“Fuck yes,” His fingers flatten down over your clit and he rubs fast, slickly rolling over your firm bud, “let go,” 

“I can’t,” You shake your head, sweat breaking out across your brow, “I’ve n-never, oh, fuck, Yeosang!”

“Come,” He commands softly, “that’s it, you come, right here, baby,” 

He’s not stopping, and with the way he’s working you there’s no way you could even if you tried. In a snap your body releases hard, a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt pulsing through your slick cunt and your legs jerk, hips snapping up as clear fluid pulses out of you. The sound that leaves your lips is wanton, broken and needy, and your ears are very clearly ringing. 

“Oh, fuck,” Yeosang hums, almost to himself, rubbing fast across your soaked slit to help coax every bit of slick from your center, “oh, baby, look at you,” 

Your legs try to snap shut at the suddenly sharp overstimulation, but all he does is take that as his cue to stop directly stimulating you and instead drop the warm flat of his tongue over every inch of your glistening pussy. You gasp sharply at the feeling, rolling your head forwards so that you can look down between your legs, and you moan softly at the sight. 

He’s buried between your thighs, lazily licking stripes up your inner thighs and over your cunt, but slowly enough that his aim isn’t to draw you into another orgasm, he just wants to taste you. To feel you on his tongue and ease you through your little aftershocks. 

“God,” You breathe after a moment, “oh, my god,” 

He chuckles, kissing the top of your mound, “Was that your first time?” 

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. 

He groans a little, palming his hard cock through his trousers to readjust, “That’s an ego boost, I’m not going to lie,” 

You manage a laugh despite your dizzy, orgasm fogged brain, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” He strokes your thigh, “if you’re not careful I might get addicted to the way you taste when you come,” 

A shudder runs through you, “You can’t just say things like that,” 

  “It’s not a lie,” He says, “I’d spend a whole night between these thighs if you’ll let me,” 

“Mm,” You sigh, reaching down for him and brushing your fingers through his long, dark hair. 

“Now?” He cocks his head slightly to the side, “If you want my mouth, you just have to ask,” 

You shake your head, slowly starting to push yourself into a sitting position and slide your hips away from him, “Not tonight,” 

“What more can I give you tonight?” He murmurs, running his hands up and down your bare thighs, “Anything you want,” 

You cup his face, drawing him close to lock your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his nose, “Take me to bed, please, Yeosang,” 

“Let’s go,” He agrees, extricating himself from your arms so he can stand and offer you a hand up. 

You take it, but as you do you realize the wet puddle on the floor in front of the couch and you blush dark red, covering your mouth with your hand, “I’m so sorry,” 

“For what?” He blinks at you, and then follows your nervous eyes. 

“I didn’t realize,” You start to say but he interrupts you with a hard kiss. 

“Relax,” He says, “if we’re lucky you’ll make a mess of my room too,”

“I don’t know how I did it,” 

He laughs again, “I do,” he smiles, “now come on, I need to see you in my bed before I combust,” 

He tugs your hand, leading you down the hall until you’re in a large master bedroom. Your eyes flick over the details - industrial, warm wood, dark green sheets, soft ambient lighting. You’re about to comment on it, but he flips you back around to face him and captures your mouth in another hungry kiss. 

“God,” He backs you up to the edge of the bed, dropping you down and falling over you, “tell me I can have you,” 

“You have me,” You pant against his mouth, all thoughts of his lovely interior decor gone in an instant when you feel the hard shaft of his cock nestled between your thighs. 

“I swear next time we’ll go slow,” He grinds his hips down, rolling his length up and down your slit, only the thin fabric of his trousers separating you. 

“Please,” You buck against him, “I need you right now,” 

“Fuck,” His hands are hot, searching, “is that right, darling?” 

“Inside me,” Your hands scramble to find his waistband, “please,” 

He nods, lips still pressed against yours, and then he leans back just enough to undo his trousers and start to push down his pants and boxer briefs. 

Your mouth runs dry immediately. He wasn’t wrong about his size. You have fairly large dildos at home, thick and long and perfect for reaching all the spots you need it to, but Yeosang was bigger, thicker and longer than anything you’ve ever had inside you. 

“Condom?” He manages as he shucks off his pants. 

You blink, tearing your eyes away from his perfect, aching cock and nod, “We probably should?” 

“Right,” He doesn’t push you to make a different choice, he simply searches his nightstand for a moment and produces a foil packet. 

He strokes his cock twice while he tears the packet open with his teeth, before watching you beneath him as he rolls the condom smoothly down his length, adjusting it so that it fits perfectly. 

You’re trembling with anticipation, you can feel it and so can he. 

“y/n,” He murmurs, leaning over you and pressing a hand beneath your back to finally unclip your bra, “I want you to do something for me,” 

You nod, sliding the cardigan and bra off your body and pushing them over the edge of the bed. 

He grabs a firm looking pillow and folds it in half, “Lift your hips for me,” 

You lift up and he slides the pillow right under your backside to leave you propped up and open for him. 

“If it doesn’t feel good,” He murmurs as he maneuvers you into the position he wants, “or if I’m hurting you at all, just tell me,” 

You nod. 

“And I want you to tell me when you’re about to come,” He instructs, “I need to know,” 

You nod again, your stomach flipping with desire. 

He licks his lips, folding your legs open a little wider and slotting himself over you. He settles with one hand on your raised hip, the other braced on the bed by your head, his knees on the edge of the mattress between your splayed thighs. 

His cock finally, finally, nudges at your entrance and you grip down on the sheets below you. 

“Mm,” He groans, sinking just an inch or two into your tight heat, “you’re even tighter than I thought,” 

He pushes in a little more and you moan at the stretch, “Oh, god,” 

“Do I feel that good, babygirl?” He teases, pushing in a little more.

“So good,” You lift your head to watch the way his thick length splits you open. 

“I am bigger than your toys, aren’t I?” He rolls his hips this time, rocking himself deeper with every little thrust. 

“Y-yes,” You nod, your head dropping back to the mattress. 

“Can you take me, baby?” He murmurs low. 

“Fuck yes,” Your hips buck up again on their own as he opens you up, nearly fully sheathed inside you. 

“Just a little more,” He says, his hand tightening on your hip, “there we go, fuck, that’s it, you’re taking me so beautifully, baby,” 

Tears rush to your eyes, not from any kind of discomfort, but just from the overwhelming sensation of him. You’ve never been so full, never been so deliciously stretched and had these parts of you touched, and it rushes a blush to your chest and emotion through your veins. 

His fingers brush along your jaw, bringing your eyes to his, “Good tears, or should we stop?” 

“If you stop I’ll actually cry,” You laugh, blinking away the hazy sheen in your eyes, “you feel so fucking good,” 

“Oh,” He sighs, thrusting gently in and out of you, “what a good, good girl, you are,” 

“Jesus,” You shiver beneath him. 

“Yeah?” He starts to move now, just a bit more, rocking his cock at a steady pace in and out of your wet core, “You like when I tell you how good you are for me?” 

“Yes,” You moan, a shock of hot pleasure spiking up from your core, “please,” 

“Such a good girl letting me fuck her perfect pussy on the first date,” His voice has dropped low again, husky and direct, and you babble out a sound of pleasure as he talks, “so warm and wet,” 

“Fuck, fuck,” Your eyes roll. 

He collapses over you a little more, his desperate lips searching for yours and the angle deepens, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside you with every downward thrust of his hips. 

You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his warm skin, “Baby,” you pant, “your cock, oh god,” 

He hums against your cheek, head falling slack as his lips find your throat, sucking your pulse points and no doubt searing his mark into your tender skin. He pumps his hips harder and you moan under him, cursing again and scrambling to hold him closer. 

“Such a dirty mouth,” He nips at your neck, “are you always like this, or is my cock that special?” 

All you can manage is a taught moan in response, his cockhead now continuously connecting with your sweet spot over and over and rendering you unable to string a coherent thought together. 

He groans at the way your cunt flutters and spasms and he kisses you hard, fingers tangling in your hair, “One of these days I’ll feel you for real,” he pants, “nothing between my cock and your sweet cunt,” 

Your back arches, your mind spinning at the thought, “Yeo,” you moan. 

“Fuck,” He chokes, “the way you’re squeezing me,” 

You make a tight sound, something between a pleasured whine and a sob, and his hips stutter and stop, pressing his cock in as deep as possible as he grips down on whatever parts of you he can, breathing hot and heavy against your skin. 

You can’t really move well in this position, but your hips rock in tiny back and forth motions to try and keep the sensation rolling through you. He’s panting into your shoulder, clearly trying to keep himself from coming too soon, and your mind commits to an idea before you have a second to double check yourself. 

“Yeo,” You tap his arm, “baby I need to move,” 

He pushes off you, his cock sliding out of your soaked core and you leg your legs straighten out, “What’s wrong,” 

The words are barely off his tongue before you’re sitting up, grabbing his hand and drawing him back to the bed, pushing him onto his back with a guiding hand to his shoulder. He lets you lead, watching you as you put him where you want him this time, and he smiles, eyes flicking over you appreciatively. 

“I need you,” Is all the explanation you can give, and maybe with a stranger this is foolish, borderline stupid, but you know him. He’s not a stranger really, not to you. 

With a feverish pulse of need inside you, you shift to straddle his hips, and with quick, sure hands you roll the condom up from the base of his cock and toss it to the side. 

“y/n,” He manages, but you’re lifting yourself over him now and his hands fly up to brace your waist, “are you sure?” 

“So sure,” You connect his cockhead with your slick hole and drop your hips down fast, taking the whole hard length of him inside you in one smooth motion. 

It’s his turn to moan, his head dropping back at the sensation of your wet walls and he grips at you, his hips stuttering beneath you. 

“God,” He bucks up into you, “you’re perfect,” 

“So are you,” You rock against him, finding the perfect place for your hands on his chest, “you’re so deep,” 

He moans again, and when you start to bounce up and down he curses tightly. 

“J-just don’t come inside me,” You keep bouncing, a steady fluid motion in your hips that you can tell is driving him crazy, but you have to keep your head at least a little. 

“F-fuck,” He groans, his jaw tightening as his eyes flick down to the place your bodies are joined together, “you’re making that kind of difficult,”

“I just wanted to feel you,” Your shaking arms buckle a little and you find yourself flush against his chest while you work his cock. 

“Me too,” His hands find your ass again and he starts to direct the pace, “God, I could fuck you forever,” 

A moan drops from your mouth, your hands tightening on his chest. 

“Don’t stop,” He urges you, and you realize your hips slowed at his words, “you feel so good riding me like that,” 

Your thighs are burning already, but you hardly care, every fast shift up and down leaves you closer and closer, “Love you cock,” 

“Mm, yeah? Say that again,” 

“I,” You curse as a spike of pleasure rolls through you, “fuck, I love your cock,” 

“Good girl,” He grips you tight, his hips jutting up to meet you now. 

Your pace falters slightly, “Please, please,” 

“I’ve got you,” He adjusts just enough to hold you steady as he fucks up into your tight heat, “I’ve got you,” 

You moan, dropping your head into his chest and shuddering against him, “Baby, oh fuck,” 

“A-are you close, jagi?” He pants, fingers digging into your hips so hard you know you’ll have bruises. 

“Don’t stop,” You beg, “please, god, don’t stop,” 

He groans, keeping the pace of his thrusts and using his hands on your ass to maneuver you to meet his hips. 

“Shit,” You shudder in his arms, your orgasm fast approaching, “I’m coming,” 

“Come here,” He shifts you fast, rolling you up and off him and manhandling you up to your feet. 

You make a surprised noise at the lack of him inside you when you were getting so close, but you don’t have to worry for very long. Before you can open your mouth he has you standing, facing away from him, and bent over ninety degrees to brace your hands on the bed. 

He thrusts back inside you sharply, slamming his hips into yours and leaving you moaning and curling in on yourself, your legs starting to tremble. 

“Come on my cock, pretty girl,” He palms your ass before planting his hands on your hips and using the leverage to pull you back into each of his thrusts, “you’re so close,” 

Your eyes slam shut, fisting the sheets as you hang on, every sharp push of his cock driving deeper and deeper. You’re going to have bruises, you’re going to be sore, but none of it matters when he’s making you feel this good. 

You sob out a moan, collapsing forward into the bedding but he holds you up, “I can’t,” 

“Yes, you can,” He pants, his sweat slick skin connecting again and again with yours. 

“Fuck,” You groan, “I’m almost, I’m so,” 

“Touch your yourself,” He directs, interrupting your pleasured ramblings, “rub your clit for me, baby,” 

You slide a hand between your legs, locating your slick bud with ease and rolling your fingers over it quickly. 

“Fuck, there you are,” He groans, “that’s right, baby, come on my cock,” 

The same new sensation drops in your gut, your legs start to shake and you’re fairly sure that without his sure hands you’d be crumbling. 

“That’s it,” He coaxes you up, never once slowing the sharp snaps of his hips, “there you go, that’s my good girl,” 

Something unravels in your gut and you come with a shout, folding in on yourself as your legs quake and your mind whites out. Yeosang wraps his arms around you, curling over your back to keep you steady, and his cock slips free so he can stimulate you through your orgasm with his fingers, more liquid pulsing out of you as he fucks you over the edge. 

You’re a quivering mess, and he lets you drop into the sheets, pushing you onto your back so he can stand over you, one hand fisting his slick cock. 

“I’m coming,” He groans, “w-where?” 

Your hands cup your breasts automatically, and you arch up to offer yourself to him, “On me, baby, come all over me,” 

Yeosang groans sharply, his hips thrusting into his tight grip as ropes of silvery white cum paint your skin, covering your belly and breasts and dripping down your chest. He’s panting, his skin flushed pink and sweat covering every inch of his toned chest. 

It takes you both a moment to recover, both trembling in the same position as you try to regain your breath, but after a few moments he smiles a hazy, satisfied smile and finds your eyes, “You’re so beautiful,” 

Suddenly you feel a bit shy, even despite everything you’ve just done together. 

“So beautiful,” He sighs again, pushing his hair back out of his face, and then he drops to his knees. 

He hushes your soft protests and this time he tastes you slowly, but with intention. After such rough, intense sex, he follows it with the softest, slowest orgasm you’ve ever had. With slow sucks and gentle licks he brings you through a languid rolling wave that softens your limbs and leaves you sleepy and pliant in the sheets.  

You drift, falling into sleep too easily for a first date in a sort of stranger’s apartment. 

You wake a little later to a warm sensation on your skin, and you blink your eyes open to see Yeosang sitting next you, freshly showered and wearing black sweatpants and a familiar blank tank top. He draws the wet washcloth over your skin and then stops and smiles when he sees your eyes open. 

“Hey,” He murmurs. 

“Hi,” You reply softly, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t be sorry,” 

“I think you scrambled my brain a little,” You laugh, covering your face with your hands. 

“Hopefully in a good way,” He nudges you. 

“Beyond good,” You look up at him, “are you kidding?” 

He smiles a little wider, “Good,” he says, “I drew you a bath,” 

“Oh,” Your eyebrows raise. 

“I thought you might be sore,” He explains, “I know I was a little rough, I hope you’re not feeling it too much,” 

You shake your head, “Just a little, but in a good way,” 

He nods, “Does the bath sound nice, or would you prefer a shower?” 

“Bath is perfect,” You can see that he’s suddenly a little nervous, back to the same man from your date, no trace of Ryu’s husky tones. 

“Here,” He offers you his hands to help you up, and guides you towards the connected bathroom suite. It’s large, crisp and clean, and in the corner stands a large spa-like tub filled high with warm water. 

“Thank you,” You murmur as he helps you slip into the cocoon of water, the subtle scent of lavender wafting up from the steam. 

“Mhm,” He nods, pulling a bamboo stool from the side of the sink and setting it down so he can sit at the edge of the tub and be at eye level with you. 

“This is nice,” You murmur, still finding yourself a little shy in the post-orgasm clarity of it all. 

He’s quiet for a moment, his fingertips dragging over the surface of the water and then he bites his lip. 

Your stomach sinks for a moment, nerves coming back tenfold at the idea that maybe he’d prefer you to go after this, maybe this is all you’d ever have. Maybe he reconsidered what you know about his online persona and maybe he wasn’t willing to take the leap. 

“y/n,” He sighs, “this might be forward,” 

You look up from the rippling water. 

“But what do you think about staying the night? We could order some dessert, maybe keep getting to know each other a little?” He asks. 

You can’t fight the smile that blooms over your face, “I thought you might have changed your mind,” 

“No,” He reaches into the water to find your hand, twining your fingers together, “not at all.” 

“Yeah?” You squeeze his hand. 

“I’d be crazy to let this be a one-time thing,” He lifts your hand from the bath and presses a kiss to the back, “I hope you feel the same.” 

“I really do,” You twist to the side, leaning over to find his mouth and lock your lips together. 

Yeosang cups your cheek, deepening the kiss tenderly, his tongue sweeping against yours, “What are you doing tomorrow night, then?” 

“Tomorrow?” You lean back a little. 

“Let me take you out again,” He kisses you again, softly this time, “I’m probably supposed to wait a few days, Wooyoung would tell me I seem too eager, but,” 

“Who cares about that?” You grin, leaning out of the bath far enough to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, “It’s a date,” 

“And Sunday?” His hands slide down your back. 

You nuzzle his nose with yours, “I have a date,” 

“Oh,” He says, deflating instantly. 

“You might know him,” You tease, “he owns this lovely little cafe,” 

He laughs, his forehead leaning on yours, “You’re mean,” 

“You like me,” You peck his lips. 

“I do,” He nods, “I really, really do,” 

[skzficdump]

Seven Minutes in Heaven

paring: jeongin x fem!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.1k (1169)

warning: reader is tied up, reader is virgin, slight corruption kink, slight rough sex, sex without protection (dont), creampie, dirty talk, praise, semi-public sex, oral sex (fem recibing), slight fingering (fem reciving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Bangchan | Changbin | Lee Know | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

You're in a luxurious room, but you feel uncomfortable. Your friends have locked you in here with Jeongin, your best friend, and you know they did it to annoy you. The room is decorated with candles and soft lights, creating an intimate atmosphere that unnerves you. Jeongin approaches you with a wicked smile, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Come on, Y/N, don't be so upset. It's only seven minutes," he says, his voice low and seductive. He takes your hands and leads you to the center of the room. He takes a silk rope from his pocket and, before you can react, ties your hands behind your back. The touch of the silk on your skin makes you shiver, and you feel vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

"Jeongin, what are you doing?" you ask, your voice trembling. He leans toward you, his breath hot in your ear.

"Taking what I want, Y/N. You've always been mine, you just didn't know it," he whispers, his voice full of possession. He kisses your neck, his lips soft but firm, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. He lets go of your hands and turns you so you're facing him, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Jeongin, I… I haven't done this before," you admit, your cheeks flushing. He smiles, a smile that promises sin and pleasure.

"Shh, don't worry, I'll guide you," he says, his hands roaming your body, igniting every nerve. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you surrender to the sensation, your free hands now encircling his neck.

He carries you to the bed and lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes off his shirt, revealing his toned torso, and you gasp. He climbs onto the bed, his body covering yours, and you feel his erection pressing against you.

"I want you, Y/N. I've wanted you for so long," he says, his voice husky. He kisses you again, his hands exploring your body, touching every curve, every fold. He removes your clothes slowly, his lips following the path of his hands, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

When you're completely naked, he stops and looks down at you, his eyes full of desire and admiration.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. Perfect," he says, before lowering his head and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan, the pleasure intense, and you arch your back, begging for more. He moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention, and you feel like you're about to explode.

His hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your wet, hot core. You moan again, your hips moving against his hand, seeking release. He smiles against your skin, his breath hot in your ear.

"You feel so good, Y/N. You're so wet for me," he says, his fingers moving in circles, bringing you to the edge. You kiss again, your tongue tangling with his, and you feel yourself losing control.

He moves down, his head between your legs, and looks up at you with a mischievous smile before lowering his head and taking your clit into his mouth. You moan loudly, the pleasure overwhelming, and your hands tangle in his hair, holding him against you.

"Jeongin, please," you beg, your hips bucking against his mouth. He knows exactly what he's doing, his fingers and tongue working in sync, taking you higher and higher.

When you finally let go, your orgasm hits you hard, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You moan his name, your body trembling, and he moves up, kissing you softly.

"You feel so good, Y/N. But I want more," he says, his voice husky. He kisses you again, his erection pressing against you, and you know this is just the beginning. He spreads your legs and positions himself at your entrance, his eyes fixed on yours.

Jeongin stares at you with a savage intensity, his eyes blazing with primal desire. Without a word, he roughly spins you around and has you kneeling on the bed, your hands still bound above your head. He pulls your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. He leans down and bites you gently, then kisses the spot, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, Y/N," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "And you're going to love it."

With a firm hand on your hip, he positions you right where he wants you. You can feel his erection hard and ready, pressing against you. He enters you in one swift thrust, hard and deep, filling you completely. You moan, pleasure and pain merging into an overwhelming sensation.

He begins a movement with powerful, rapid thrusts, each one more intense than the last. He holds you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, marking you. The sound of his body slamming against yours fills the room, along with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.

"Jeongin," you moan, your voice cracking. "Harder."

He grins, a wicked, lust-filled gesture. "As you wish, baby."

He increases the intensity, his thrusts becoming brutal, almost ferocious. He grips your hair tighter, using his hold to control your movements, to make you take everything he has to give. You feel completely dominated, and that only increases your arousal.

"You feel so fucking good, Y/N," he growls, his voice thick with tension. "Your pussy is made for me."

He kisses your neck, biting gently, then kisses the spot, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands roam your body, touching, squeezing, claiming every curve and fold. You feel possessed, and you love it.

"Jeongin, don't stop," he pleads, your hips moving against him, seeking more friction, more depth.

"Don't even dream about it, baby," his husky voice replies. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

His words turn you on, and you can feel another orgasm building inside you. Your inner muscles clench around him, and he takes note, smirking.

"That's it, Y/N," he says, his voice thick with pride. "Cum for me. Let me feel that pussy squeezing me."

With one last brutal thrust, he takes you over the edge. The orgasm hits you hard, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You moan his name, your body shaking, and he holds you tight, his movements becoming erratic as he too reaches his climax.

With a final grunt, he releases himself inside you, his body tensing before he collapses on top of you, both of you sweaty and panting. He kisses your shoulder, then your neck, his lips soft despite the ferocity of his actions.

When the seven minutes are up, Jeongin helps you up, kisses you gently, and takes your hand. "Come on, Y/N," he says. "Let's get out of here." They leave the room, leaving behind the remnants of their passion, but taking with them a new connection.

[aeralux]

"Fully Alive" - Jacaerys Velaryon & Cregan Stark

(Modern!AU) Stepbrother!Jacaerys x Reader x HockeyPlayer!Cregan

Summary: Cregan and his team had won yet another hockey game. His reward for the win is quite obvious, you. But what will your dear stepbrother think of his best friend fucking his little stepsister? Should have locked the doors to the locker rooms...

Warnings: SMUT 18+; threesome; slight exhibitionism (anyone could walk in); slight name calling; overall foul language; stepcest; rough sex; piv; fingering (r! receiving); blowjob (BOAF); praise (princess); facial; jealousy

Words: 10.8k

Notes: No physical description of the reader (only that she has hair). If you do not feel comfortable with these warnings/topics DO NOT READ. I am not responsible for the media YOU choose to consume. Also, English is not my first language.

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It was just another chilly evening at the university, where the excitement of the hockey playoffs filled the air—Winterfell versus King's Landing. The smell of popcorn and skates slicing through ice echoed in the arena. Jacaerys, your stepbrother, insisted on coming along for “support,” even though Cregan really didn’t need it. He had a natural talent for hockey, moving with grace and power on the ice as if he were born for this sport.

It was no surprise when Winterfell triumphed over their rivals. King's Landing was clearly at a disadvantage. Aemond and Aegon, their two key players, had spent the moments before the game bickering and shoving each other, making them more sluggish and aggressive as they faced Winterfell. This gave Cregan and his teammates a significant edge, which they seized.

Over the years, you had watched Cregan grow from a chubby kid into a tall, strong man. With time, your feelings for him only deepened. It was complicated, though, because he was your stepbrother's best friend.

But Cregan didn’t seem to mind the boundaries. When Jacaerys wasn't around, he would wrap his arms around you, holding you close, as if the world outside didn’t exist. Those moments made your heart race. 

After all, Jace wasn't your biological brother; he shouldn't care what you do in your free time... or who. These thoughts swirled in your mind as you watched Cregan celebrate with his teammates.

Your heart raced as Jace pulled you to your feet, his grip on your hand reassuring yet firm. "Let's go congratulate them," he called over his shoulder, his excitement visible. You nodded, your mind still swirling with thoughts.

Cregan, having just stepped off the field, looked even more striking than usual. His hair was tousled, damp strands sticking to his forehead, glistening with sweat that caught the bright lights of the arena. A confident smirk spread across his face, radiating a mix of adrenaline and charm. He seemed almost untamed, like a wild creature.

"Hey, man!" The boys greeted each other enthusiastically, their cheers ringing in your ears, but your gaze remained fixed on Cregan. You felt a flutter of nervousness, complimented by a hesitant smile that barely curved your lips. Jace could absolutely not find out what you felt towards his best friend.

"Hi," you managed to whisper, hoping the tremor in your voice went unnoticed.

Cregan leaned slightly closer, his smirk widening as his eyes travelled appraisingly over you. "Hi, princess," he said, his smooth voice sending a jolt of electricity through you. With just those simple words, he had a way of making you feel flustered.

Jace walked off to join the other boys, leaving you and Cregan standing alone for a moment. The air between you was thick with tension as he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. "Want to go to the lockers?" he whispered, his warm breath brushing against your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. He glanced toward the field, where the boys were still laughing and joking, then added, “They’ll be a while... plus, we can sneak into the one they never use.”

Cregan leaned back slightly, anticipation in his eyes as he waited for your response. You felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of stealing a moment alone with him. Without a word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, your grip firm, and started guiding him away from the ice as the crowd slowly began to scatter. Their laughter faded behind you, and the thrill of secrecy charged the air around you as you both slipped out of sight towards the neglected locker room.

Cregan smiled to himself as you both crept into the darkened, empty locker room. The adrenaline from the game still pulsed through his veins, mixing with the rush of finally being alone with you. He reached out to flip on the dim lights, casting a soft glow over the room filled with bench seats and lockers.

Turning to face you, Cregan's eyes roamed appreciatively over your figure, a hungry gleam in those cold grey eyes. He stepped closer, backing you up against the wall, his tall frame looming over your smaller one. One hand came up to brusha strand of hair from your face, his calloused fingers graze your cheek and linger.

"You were so good out there," you murmured, slightly breathless. "How did you know King's Landing would be so easy to beat? It's like you knew they would be an easy target tonight..."

Cregan chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. "I didn't. But I knew I could beat anyone you wanted me to," he replied, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. His other hand settled on your hip, pulling you a little closer. "Besides, it helps to have a beautiful little princess like you cheering me on from the crowd..."

He dipped his head down, nose brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your ear as he inhaled your scent. The heat of his body seeped into you, making your heart race. Cregan's lips brushed against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he murmured, "Gods, it has been far too long..."

Slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in to capture your lips. The first touch was soft, almost tentative. But as you didn't protest, he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving hungrily over yours. One hand tangled in your hair, angling your head back as his tongue pushed past your lips to explore the warmth of your mouth.

Cregan kissed like he played hockey–with skill and passion. The hand on your hip tightened, pulling your soft curves flush against his body as he pressed you back against the cold locker room wall. He nipped at your lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before delving back in to plunder the sweet depths of your mouth.

Dazed by the onslaught of sensations, your hands came up to grip the front of his jersey, feeling the damp fabric and the firm muscles beneath. You could taste the salt of his sweat, the mint of his breath.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down the column of your throat, lips and teeth and tongue skimming over the racing pulse. You tilted your head to give him better access, a soft gasp escaping you as he found a particularly sensitive spot. One hand released your hip to slide up your side, skimming over the swell of your breast, thumb grazing over the peak of your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"Cregan," you breathed out, voice trembling with need and want and longing. The hand in your hair tightened, forcing your head back further to expose the line of your throat to his hungry mouth. He groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you.

Cregan's lips curved into a smirk against your throat as he felt your response, knowing he affected you as deeply as you provoked him. He trailed his mouth to your ear, his voice a low, husky murmur. "I'm gonna bend you over those sinks, princess..."

His hand slid under the hem of your shirt, finding the warm, bare skin of your waist. Calloused fingers splayed across your back as he pulled you harder against him, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach. He nipped at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his hot breath sending goosebumps racing across your skin.

"Do you want that, sweetheart?" Cregan breathed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Do you want me to bend you over and make you look into the mirror as I pound into you from behind? Want me to spread your thighs and bury my fingers into you until you've made a little puddle on the floor?"

The hand on your breast pushed the cups of your bra down, calloused fingers finding your bare nipple. He rolled the hardened peak between his fingers, tugging gently as his other hand slid down to grip the curve of your ass. He squeezed the supple flesh, kneading it in his palm as he rocked his hips into yours, grinding his hard length against you.

"I can feel how badly you want it," Cregan growled, voice thick with lust and desire. "I can feel you trembling, princess... I can hear it in the way you're breathing. You want me to take you right here, don't you? Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight..."

He nipped at your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Tell me what you need. Beg for it."

"Please Cregan," you whimpered, arching your back and pressing your aching breasts into his cold teasing fingers. Your body moved on instinct, craving his touch like a starving creature. You could feel the chilly air of the locker room on your exposed nipple as he pinched and rolled the sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

"I need it. Need you to bend me over and take me hard, right here where anyone could walk in and see. I want you to spread my legs and fill me up until I'm dripping with your seed. Please, Cregan, do whatever you want to me..."

Cregan let out a low, approving growl at your plea, his eyes darkening with lust. Without warning, he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you, carrying you the short distance to the row of sinks.

His hands slid up your sides, pushing your shirt up to bare your stomach and the lacy edge of your bra. His fingers deftly unhooked the front clasp of your bra, allowing your breasts to spill free. He cupped the soft mounds, thumbs teasing over the stiff peaks.

Cool air hit your breasts and pebbled your skin, but then his hot mouth was there, covering one. He laved his tongue over your nipple before drawing it into his mouth to suck hard, the sensation making your eyes flutter as you gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

Calloused hands gripped your hips, spinning you around. You gasped as your bare stomach met the chilly, hard surface of the sink, your reflection staring back at you with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Cregan loomed over you, his tall, muscular form dwarfing yours as he pressed against your back.

"Look at you," Cregan rumbled, voice dripping with desire as he watched you through the mirror. "Already so fucking eager for it. Such a needy little princess..."

His hungry gaze raked over your reflection, taking in the sight of your naked torso, breasts bared and nipples hard with arousal. One large hand cupped the soft globe of your breast, kneading the pliant flesh as his other hand slid down your stomach.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect," Cregan growled, rolling and pinching the sensitive peak. "I've wanted to get my hands on them for so long..."

Your eyes fluttered shut and you bit your lip hard to stifle the moan threatening to spill from your throat as Cregan's strong hands roughly palmed your breasts. You arched your back, grinding subtly back into the prominent bulge you could feel through his hockey pants.

"Aanhhh..." you whimpered breathlessly, feeling your core clench and throb with need. "Please, I n-need..."

You let out a desperate little mewl as his fingers found their way under the hem of your skirt, brushing teasingly over your damp panties. The flimsy fabric clung to your swollen lips, your juices already beginning to soak through.

You craved him, but you forced yourself not to beg him, wanting to hold onto a shred of your dignity even as your body screamed for his touch.

Cregan groaned against your neck, feeling your heat through the soaked fabric. "Fuck, you're so wet already..." he murmured, fingers pressing harder against your clothed slit. "Is this all for me, princess? You're dripping..."

He rocked his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against your ass. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your skin as he rolled his hips, letting you feel every thick inch of him. His hands slid around to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled you back onto his cock with each thrust.

Cregan hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pantyhose, yanking them down in one swift motion. Cool air hit your bare, soaked folds as he bared your dripping cunt to the chilly locker room air.

"Such a pretty little pussy..." Cregan purred, calloused fingers gliding through your slick folds. "So wet and perfect..."

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, applying slow, firm pressure. Two fingers delved between your swollen lips, pushing deep into your clenching channel. He pumped them slowly, curling them to stroke your G-spot with each thrust.

"Cregan," you gasped, back arching as pleasure sparked through you. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as you tried to ground yourself.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you," Cregan encouraged, fingers picking up speed. His other hand slid up your body again, palming your breast roughly as he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. "Gonna make this needy cunt feel so fucking good..."

He kissed and nipped at your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as he fingered you hard and fast. The obscene sound of your wetness filled the locker room as he thrust his fingers in and out of your clinging heat.

Your back arched, a choked moan escaping your parted lips as Cregan's skilful fingers pumped mercilessly into your dripping core. "Ohh, fuck!" you cried out, voice trembling with pleasure.

Your thighs began to quake, the muscles tensing and relaxing with each thrust of Cregan's hand. The cold marble of the sink bit into your palms as you gripped it for dear life. Face flushed, hair dishevelled and falling around your shoulders, you panted heavily, eyes glazed over with lust as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

Cregan's fingers curled inside you, stroking your G-spot with each deep thrust as his thumb circled your clit rapidly. His hips rocked against your ass, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against you.

He could feel your pussy fluttering and clenching around his plunging fingers, getting tighter and tighter as he brought you closer to the edge. "That's it, fucking take it," Cregan growled in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Gonna make this cunt fucking gush all over my hand..."

His free hand slid around to grip your stomach, holding you in place as he fucked his fingers into you harder, faster. The obscene sound of your wetness filled the locker room, mixing with your desperate moans and cries.

"Please Cregan, p-please..." you whimpered, voice breaking as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around his fingers, cream gushing out to coat his hand and drip down your thighs. Your body shook and trembled in his hold, back arching sharply as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through you.

Cregan quickly put his fingers to your lips, silencing your cries of pleasure while he worked you through your climax."Shhhh, quiet baby. Can't have anyone hearing what a dirty girl you are for me," he murmured, pushing his fingers past your lips.

You obeyed instinctively, parting your lips to allow Cregan's fingers to slip into your mouth. The taste of sweat coated his skin as you began to suck on the digits, your tongue swirling around them. Cregan let out a low groan, feeling your slick mouth engulf his fingers as you suckled.

"Fuck, that's it," he breathed as he held your gaze captive in the mirror. "Such a good girl, being so fucking quiet for me..."

You mewled desperately around Cregan's fingers, drool beginning to leak from the corner of your mouth as you came down from your orgasm. "Mmmphh... dick... please," you mumbled incoherently, your eyes glazed over with lust and desperation as you sucked on his fingers like a desperate slut.

Your body shuddered and quaked as your pussy gripped greedily around the fingers pumping into your dripping core. You arched your back, pressing your perky ass harder against the hard bulge throbbing in Cregan's pants, craving more of his touch.

Cregan smirked, taking in the sinful sight of you arched over the sink with your skirt flipped up and his fingers buried in your mouth. He could feel your needy cunt flutter around his pumping fingers, still twitching from your intense orgasm.

"Listen to you, begging so sweetly for my cock," Cregan purred, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Such a desperate little slut for me, aren't you princess?"

Breath hot against your neck, Cregan nipped at your ear, growling, "Fuck, I need to be inside this greedy little cunt..." His hand released your hip to undo the strings of his pants. He shoved them down just enough to free his aching cock, the thick length springing up to slap against your ass.

Cregan grabbed your hips, pulling you back and positioning himself at your entrance. The swollen head of his cock nudged against your slick folds, prodding demandingly at your hole. He could feel your heat, could feel your need.

His other hand slid up your body to wrap loosely around your throat, not squeezing but resting there. It made you hyperaware of how much bigger and stronger he was, how easily he could overpower you if he wanted.

"Tell me," Cregan growled, rolling his hips again so the head of his cock pushed against your entrance. "Tell me how much you want this fat cock in your sloppy little fuckhole."

You let out a desperate mewl, your body shuddering as you felt Cregan's hard cock bumping against your swollen clit, sending jolts of electricity through your nerve endings. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness how shameless you must have appeared in the reflection - skirt flipped up, tits bouncing free, and Cregan's fingers around your throat as you arched your back like a cat in heat.

"Ohhh god, yes Cregan, yes... I need your big cock so fucking bad," you whimpered around his fingers, your voice muffled and high-pitched with desperation. "Please, please fuck me, fill me, ruin me..."

Cregan's eyes flashed with dark lust in the reflection as you begged so sweetly for his cock. He pressed forward, the thick head pushing past your entrance to stretch you open around his girth. A guttural groan left his lips at the feel of your slick heat enveloping him.

"Fuck, you feel so goddamn good," Cregan snarled against your neck, sinking more of his hard length into your needy cunt. He kept his hand wrapped loosely around your throat, the other gripping his cock as he eased into you.

"That's right princess, scream for my cock like the needy little slut you are," Cregan said, voice low and rough with arousal. He rolled his hips, pushing in until he was buried to the hilt inside your tight heat. He paused for just a moment, letting you feel every throbbing inch of him splitting you open.

"Gods, if Jacaerys walked in right now and saw me bending his little sister over the sink and pounding this needy cunt, he'd fucking lose it," Cregan purred, voice dripping with dark promise. "He'd know what a dirty whore you are for your hockey captain's cock. Wouldn't want your stepbrother to see you like this, would you princess?"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you whined desperately as you felt Cregan's massive cock stretching you impossibly wide around his thick girth. "No, god no...not in front of Jacaerys," you gasped out, your velvety walls clenching and fluttering erratically along Cregan's shaft. "It's been so long, I forgot how huge you are...you're s-splitting me in half!"

Panting heavily, you managed to stammer out, "P-please Cregan, I need you to f-fuck me hard...want you to ruin my tight little pussy with your giant cock...m-make it yours again!"

Cregan's eyes flashed with lust and dark possession at your shameless pleas. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard and fast pace as he began to fuck you ruthlessly.

The hand around your throat gripped a little tighter, not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, just enough to make your pulse jump under his palm. 

"That's right, scream for me," he demanded, hips slapping lewdly against your ass as he took you. "Let everyone fucking hear you getting split open on my cock."

Kitten heels scrabbling against the cold marble floor, you could only let out high-pitched squeals and whimpers, too lost in the throes of pleasure to form coherent words. Your lids fluttered shut, lashes fanning against flushed cheeks as your head lolled to the side. Eyes rolled back, hazy and unfocused, staring sightlessly into the mirror.

Your plump, rosy lips parted in a silent scream, drool leaking from the corner of your slack mouth. Hands gripping the sink counter as your ass bounced and jiggled with every powerful thrust of Cregan's hips. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed obscenely through the room.

Incoherent cries and moans spilt like a prayer, worshipping Cregan's cock splitting you open, stretching your tender fleshy walls to their absolute limit. Your body went utterly pliant, surrendering entirely to the ruthless fucking, ass pushed out like a debased offering.

Cregan groaned, his cock throbbing inside your heat. He could feel your pussy gripping him like a vice, slick walls fluttering wildly around his pistoning shaft.

Fuck, you were so goddamn responsive, taking him so well even after all this time. Those sweet little whimpers and cries only spurred him on, making him pound into you harder, faster.

Jacaerys flashed through his mind, the image of his best friend seeing his baby sister like this––bent over, fucked stupid on his cock, tits bouncing and ass shaking with each feral thrust.

He knew it would destroy their friendship if he fucked you within an inch of your life right here where anyone could walk in and see. But gods, the thought of claiming you so thoroughly, of everyone knowing you were his... it made his balls tighten.

You didn't want to think about Jacaerys while Cregan was right behind you, but how could you not when Cregan himself had mentioned Jace beforehand? All you could focus on now was the thought of him walking in on you two. It would be disastrous; there would be no coming back from this.

But fuck, why is the thought of your stepbrother catching you making you even wetter? You can feel yourself dripping down Cregan's cock, your pussy clenching around him like a fist. You hate how much this turns you on, how depraved you are.

You shouldn't think about Jace like this, but you can't help it. He's so fucking handsome, even you have to admit it.

You've heard him jerking off through the walls before, seen him walking around in just his boxers... And each time you have locked yourself in your room and fingered your sloppy pussy thinking about him, imagining it was his cock filling you up.

But you can't really complain with Cregan right behind you, right? Pounding into you so hard your vision is fucking blurry. Claiming you, ruining your hole, making it so your body remembers the shape of his thick cock. You are going tobe sore tomorrow, and the thought of walking around, feeling empty and aching for him... You can't get enough.

"Nnggh, fuck," you keen as you feel the pressure in your stomach starts to build, the images you created in your head drawing you closer to a shattering climax.

Cregan was too far gone to stop, hips jackhammering into your ass as he chased his release. He was close, so fucking close. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around him, gripping his cock as he hammered into you relentlessly.

Suddenly, the locker room door slammed open. "Hey, have you seen-" 

Jacaerys's voice cut off abruptly as he took in the scene before him. His stepsister bent over the sink, being utterly ravaged by his best friend. 

"Cregan, what the fuck?!" Jacaerys exclaimed, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Get your fucking hands off her, NOW!" 

Cregan glanced over his shoulder, teeth bared in a feral grin. "Not fucking likely," he snarled, slamming into you harder, spurred on by the threat of getting caught. 

Jacaerys took a step forward, hand clenched into a fist. "I said, GET. THE FUCK. OFF. HER." 

You could only whimper and mewl, eyes rolling back as Cregan used your body, claiming you in front of your stepbrother. The knowledge that Jacaerys was watching, seeing you degrade yourself on Cregan's cock, sent you hurtling towards your peak.

"Noooo!!" You shrieked, back arching as your orgasm ripped through you while your stepbrother watched. Your cunt clamped down hard on Cregan's pistoning cock, the walls rippling and grasping at his throbbing length as you came. 

Your vision whites out as pleasure coursed through your body.

Cregan threw his head back with a guttural roar as your pussy clenched down on him viciously, milking his cock for all it was worth. His hips stuttered, losing rhythm as he chased his release. 

"Fuck fuck fuck, princess! Take it all, fucking take it!" Cregan bellowed, slamming into the hilt one last time. 

His cock jerked and throbbed as he exploded inside you, painting your insides white with his hot seed. Jet after jet of thick cum pumped into your fluttering cunt, filling you to the brim until it leaked out around his pistoning shaft.

Jacaerys stood there in shocked silence, mouth agape as he watched his best friend pump his baby stepsister full of jizz. The depravity of the scene hit him like a punch to the gut. 

"Y-you fucking asshole," Jacaerys seethed, face twisting in anger and disgust. "I trusted you, man! And here you are, fucking her stupid in the locker room!" 

Cregan just smirked, giving your ass a hard smack as he slowly pulled out of your ruined hole with a filthy squelch. A river of cum poured out of your twitching cunt, dripping down your thighs and pooling on the floor. 

"She's not a child anymore, Jace. Face it, your little girl is all grown up now," Cregan taunted, wiping his softening cock clean with his fingers before letting you suck them clean. "And she fucking loves my cock. Don't you, princess?"

You whimpered softly, your tongue swirling lazily around Cregan's fingers as you lapped up the mixture of your essences. You were utterly spent, your mind hazy and fuzzy from the intense pleasure that had just consumed you.

Legs trembling, you tried to push yourself up from your bent-over position, but your body felt heavy and weak. You could feel Cregan's thick seed leaking out of your freshly fucked hole, dripping down your thighs as you stood on wobbly legs.

"Mmmph, y-yes..." you mumbled incoherently, your tongue thick and heavy in your mouth, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts through the lingering fog. "I l-love your c-cock, Cregan...love how it f-fills me up..." you admitted breathily, biting your plump bottom lip.

You glanced over at Jacaerys through lowered lashes, a faint blush staining your cheeks a pretty pink as you registered his presence. You knew you must look utterly lustful right now - hair a mess, skirt wrinkled and uneven, pussy dripping with cum. The thought of him seeing you like this, seeing what a slut you were for Cregan, sent an illicit thrill through you.

But you were too cock-drunk to feel truly embarrassed, too satisfied to care about anything but the delicious ache between your legs.

Cregan just smirked, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. He gave your ass a condescending pat before turning to face Jacaerys fully.

Jacaerys's face contorted in anger and disgust at the sight of his baby sister's well-fucked cunt oozing his best friend's cum. "God, look at the mess you've made of her," he snarled, hands clenching.

Cregan smirked, not looking the least bit repentant as he tucked his dick away and tugged up his pants. "Grow up, Jace. Everyone fucks, including your little stepsister... and man, is she good."

Jacaerys's eyes flicked to your cum-splattered bare ass and he felt something dark and possessive stirring inside him."Shut up," he snapped. "I don't want to hear you talk about her like that."

Cregan just laughed, low and mocking. "Why not? There's no denying she's fucking gorgeous. Any man would be lucky to have her on his dick."

"She's not a child anymore, Jace. Look at her, she's a goddamn woman now." Cregan tilted his head towards the blushing, dazed girl pulling herself together.

You couldn't respond, too busy trying to focus on staying upright and not collapsing into a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. The way Cregan's seed was leaking out of your abused hole made you suck in a shuddery breath, a fresh wave of arousal washing through you at the thought of your stepbrother seeing you like this––freshly fucked and dripping with cum.

"She needs to learn her place," Cregan continued, smirking cruelly at Jacaerys's angry expression. "Maybe if you'd been a better brother and kept her in line, she wouldn't be so desperate to be split open on my cock every chance she gets..."

Jacaerys's mind raced with images he'd tried to suppress - memories of your skimpy pyjamas, that one time he saw you masturbating in the shower, the sway of your hips when you walked by his bedroom at night. He'd always pushed those thoughts aside, telling himself it was wrong to lust after his sister. But now, seeing Cregan's cum dripping down your thighs, he couldn't deny the jealousy clawing at his insides.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Cregan?" Jacaerys snarled, stepping forward until he was nearly chest-to-chest with his best friend. "Leave. Before I make you leave."

Cregan just smirked, unimpressed by the threat. He leaned in close, voice lowered to a mocking whisper. "Or what, Jace? You'll fight me for her? Because let's be real, you've wanted to fuck your little stepsister for years now. Don't guise it as brotherly protectiveness."

Jacaerys's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He couldn't deny Cregan's accusation. He had wanted you, more than he should. But he'd never acted on it, knowing it was wrong to long after his sister.

"And you think you're any better?" Jacaerys gritted out. "Pawing at her in public like some caveman?"

Cregan shrugged nonchalantly, still smirking. "Deal with it."

The men stood locked in a tense standoff, the air thick with unspoken desires and resentment. You watched them warily, still hazy and trembling with pleasure. Part of you thrilled at the thought of causing this reaction, of igniting the flames of your stepbrother's jealousy.

Jacaerys's eyes flashed dangerously, the urge to punch Cregan's smug face growing with each mocking word. Cregan just laughed a dark and taunting sound that made heat flare in your cheeks.

"Face it, Jace – you want your baby stepsis so fucking bad," Cregan provoked, reaching out to grope one of your plump ass cheeks. "Your dear, sweet stepbro' has been jerking his cock to the thought of this hot little body."

A choked noise escaped Jacaerys's throat as he watched Cregan's hand sink into your soft flesh, squeezing and kneading your ass like he owned it. The thought of his best friend fucking his little sister, marking her, claiming her... it made something dark and hungry unwind inside of him.

Choosing his next words carefully, Jacaerys spoke in a low growl, "Get your hands off her, Cregan." His voice was thick with barely restrained anger and a shameful, undeniable desire he couldn't suppress. As he spoke, his gaze flicked over your near-naked, cum-stained body, lingering longingly on the swell of your tits and the dripping mess between your thighs.

"She's not some toy for you to play with," Jacaerys snapped, stepping forward until he was nearly nose to nose with Cregan, his broad chest nearly brushing against you. The tension was palpable, the air between them electric with combative energy...and more–something dark and taboo.

"And you think you're any better, leering at your sister like a fucking pervert?" Cregan taunted, not backing down. "Don't play the righteous brother now. You've wanted to bend this sexy little thing over and rail her since she turned 18. Fuck, probably before..."

Jacaerys's jaw clenched, eyes flashing dangerously at Cregan's crude words. He couldn't deny the lustful thoughts that constantly invaded his mind. The nights he'd lain awake, imagining defiling his younger stepsister, claiming her in every filthy, perverse way possible.

You listened to them argue, your heart pounding erratically in your heaving chest. The air felt thick and heavy, crackling with a dark energy you couldn't quite understand but desperately craved.

Your breath came in shaky, uneven gasps as you struggled to keep yourself upright, knees threatening to buckle under the lingering aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

You could hardly believe what you were hearing - your stepbrother, actually admitting to...desiring you? The thought sent illicit tingles racing down your spine, settling hotly between your thighs.

"Look at her, Jace," Cregan pressed on, voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Your sweet little sister is fucking dripping."

Cregan reached down, gathering some of the dripping cum on his fingers before pushing them past your trembling lips. You parted them automatically, sucking his fingers clean as he held your jaw, forcing you to taste the evidence of your actions.

"And I think she's ready for another round, don't you princess?" Cregan purred darkly, curling his fingers in your mouth, rubbing your tongue with the lewd essence.

Jacaerys's eyes flashed with jealous rage as he watched Cregan violate his baby sister's mouth, mark her inside and out. The thought of him fucking you right after his best friend... it made Jacaerys's cock throb and ache in his pants.

"Your turn, Jace," Cregan taunted, pulling his soaked fingers from your lips with a filthy pop. He shoved them in front of Jacaerys, coated in the mix of their essences. "Open up, bro. Get a taste of what you've been missing out on."

Jacaerys clenched his jaw, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he stared at Cregan's saliva-coated fingers. The fingers that were just buried in his baby sister's little mouth...

Slowly, reluctantly, Jacaerys leaned forward, parting his lips to allow Cregan to push his fingers inside. Your taste exploded on his tongue, and a choked groan escaped him.

"Fuck, it's not like you to be a pussy, Jace," Cregan sneered.

You bit your plump lower lip as you watched the scene before you, cheeks flushed pink as you struggled to find the right words. Your heart raced wildly in your chest, nearly leaping out of your mouth as you took a shaky step towards Jacaerys.

"J-Jacaerys, I... I want to be honest with you," you began, voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide and searching as they met his dark gaze. "Ever since... s-since I turned seventeen, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. About us. At night, I... I touch myself, imagining it's your hands on me, your lips on my skin..." you trailed off, subconsciously arching your back a little, pushing your breasts forward.

"I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, like you want to... like you want me," you breathed out, taking another halting step closer to him, until the heat of his body seeped into yours. "Maybe... maybe we should just... give in."

You reached out, placing a tentative hand on his forearm, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you looked up at him from beneath long, dark lashes, silently begging him to give in to the temptation you both so obviously craved.

Jacaerys's breath caught in his throat as he listened to your breathy confession, eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over your flushed, trembling form. The way you arched your back, pushing those pretty tits towards him... fuck. It took every ounce of his willpower not to reach out and grope them, to pinch and tug at those stiff little nipples until you mewled.

Jacaerys's hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. He could feel the softness of your mouth beneath his calloused skin. His eyes flicked down to your hand on his forearm, feeling your fingers tremble against his arm.

"We can't..." Jacaerys breathed, even as his other hand came to rest on the small of your back, pulling your curved body flush against the hard planes of his. "It's not right, wanting my little sister like this..."

But he was already lowering his head, already brushing his lips against yours. The first touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, his cock throbbing and leaking in his jeans.

"Fuck right, Jacaerys," you breathed against his lips, feeling them curve into a smirk against your own. "No one has to know. And it’s not like Cregan is gonna tell anyone…"

Your words were cut off as Jacaerys captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that stole your breath away. He kissed you like a man starved, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim you, to taste you.

Jacaerys groaned into the kiss, hands roaming greedily over the curves of your body. He squeezed the rounded globes of your ass, pulling you harder against him as he ground his hardening cock against your stomach.

"Fuck," Jacaerys growled, lips never leaving yours as he walked you backwards until your back hit the cold, tiled wall. "You drive me so fucking crazy...I can't stop thinking about these tits, this ass..." 

He broke the kiss to attack your neck, teeth and tongue working over the sensitive skin. You gasped and whimpered, tilting your head to give him better access as his hands slid up your ribcage to cup your breasts.

"Jacaerys!" you cried out, back arching as he groped and kneaded the soft flesh. Your head tilted to look at Cregan with a little smirk as your breathing grew heavy.

"Oh c'mon now, Jace. Don’t act so desperate," Cregan taunted, drinking in the erotic sight of Jacaerys pawing at your tits, rutting against you like an animal in heat. "Don't worry, princess, I’m always here if he leaves you high and dry."

Cregan reached down, palming his hardening dick through his pants. "I think our dear Jace deserves a reward for being such a good boy and waiting so long to claim his prize. Why don't you put that bratty little mouth of yours to good use and suck his cock, princess?"

You gazed at Jacaerys through hooded eyes, your cheeks flushed as you pressed yourself against him. "I want to taste you," you breathed, your voice low and sultry. "Do you want that? Want your stepsis to suck your pretty cock?"

Sliding down his body slowly, you sank to your knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as you nuzzled against the rigid outline of his erection straining against his jeans. "I've dreamed about this for so long," you confessed, fingers working at his belt and zipper until his jeans and boxers fell.

Jacaerys's hard, heavy cock sprang free, the swollen head already glistening with moisture. "Oh god, it's even more beautiful than I imagined," you whispered in awe, wrapping your fingers around his throbbing length, feeling it pulse in your grip.

Jacaerys groaned, his cock jumping in your soft hand as you wrapped your fingers around it, drinking in the sight of you kneeling before him. The way you looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, flushed cheeks, and trembling lips... It made him want to ruin you.

"Such a good girl, so eager to suck her big brother's cock," Jacaerys purred darkly, one hand coming down to tangle in your hair, gripping it tight. "Go on then, baby sister. Show me how badly you want it."

He guided your head forward, the swollen head of his dick pressing against your soft, plump lips. The heat of it made your core clench and ache with need. You could feel it throbbing against your mouth, the thick vein pulsing with his heartbeat.

His hand came down to grip your chin, thumb pressing against your lower lip. He rubbed the swollen head of his dick against your mouth, smearing the bead of precum across your skin.

You parted your lips, letting the tip slide into the wet heat of your mouth. The taste of him burst on your tongue, salty and musky. You swirled your tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum leaking from the slit.

Jacaerys watched, pupils blown wide with lust, as you leaned in and dragged your tongue along the underside of his shaft. Slowly, teasingly, until you reached the weeping tip and lapped up the bead of pre-cum. He shuddered and let out a low moan.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Jacaerys grunted, hips rocking forward to push more of his thick cock past your lips. "Take it deeper, let me feel that tight little throat."

His hand fisted in your hair, gripping it hard as he slowly fed you inch after thick inch of his dick. You had to stretch your jaw wide to accommodate him, feeling the heavy length fill your mouth and slide down your throat.

You gagged a little as the head hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes. But you breathed through your nose, relaxing your muscles and taking him even deeper. Until your nose was nestled in the coarse curls at the base of his cock and your chin was pressed against his heavy balls.

"She’s such a good girl, isn’t she? I was hoping to keep her only to myself, but I have no problem sharing with you," Cregan purred, palming his cock through his pants.

Cregan smiled wickedly, his eyes dark with lust as he watched the depraved scene unfold. He reached down and tugged his jersey off, slipping it under your knees and cushioning them from the hard tile floor.

"There you go, princess," he murmured, voice gone soft and almost tender. "Such a good girl, sucking your big brother'scock like your life depends on it."

He stroked your hair almost gently, marvelling at the erotic sight of your lips stretched around Jacaerys's thick meat, the column of your throat bulging as he fucked your face. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss, a muffled moan vibrating around the hard length splitting your mouth open.

"Look at her, Jace," Cregan breathed, drinking in the sight of your plump ass swaying slightly as you kneeled in front of them. "Our sweet little princess, such a natural-born cock sucker. I've never seen anything so fucking hot."

Whimpering softly around Jacaerys's thick cock, you gazed up at him with tear-filled, eyes darkened by lust. Your hands gripped his muscular thighs for support as he slowly pumped in and out of your eager mouth.

"Mmmmph..." you moaned, the sound vibrating deliciously around his throbbing length. You hollowed your cheeks, suckling greedily as your tongue danced along the sensitive underside. The taste of his hot, hard flesh made your core clench with need.

Obscene sounds of gagging and slurping filled the room as you began to struggle to breathe through your nose. The head of his cock battering the entrance to your throat, making your eyes roll back in bliss at the intense, erotic sensation.

Glancing coyly at Cregan, you made sure he had a perfect view of the lewd act. You savoured the praise, a thrill running through you at being watched in such a shameful position.

Jacaerys couldn't help but let out whimpering cries of pleasure as your hot, wet mouth worked over his throbbing cock. His eyes fluttered shut, hips rocking instinctively to thrust deeper down your eager throat. The tight, silky heat engulfed him, your tongue and lips and the way your throat constricted around his sensitive flesh, driving him wild with lust.

"Ohhh fuck... yes... just like that..." Jacaerys groaned breathily, fingers tangling almost desperately in your hair as he held your head still. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as the intense sensations overwhelmed him, the shameful realization that this was his baby sister draining his cock with her mouth, nearly pushing him over the edge right then and there.

He caught Cregan's smirking, mocking glance and felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. But it was quickly replaced by the all-consuming need to use your mouth for his pleasure, to fuck your face until he spilt hot and thick down your eager throat.

Cregan just chuckled, drinking in the erotic sight of Jacaerys losing himself in the taboo bliss of his little sister's mouth. He palmed his throbbing erection through his pants, eyeing the way your cheeks bulged obscenely with each thrust of Jacaerys's hips.

Cregan gently but firmly tugged you off of Jacaerys's leaking cock, making the grown man whimper in discontent at the loss of your warm, slick mouth. Tears of humiliation and unspent lust streamed down Jacaerys's face.

"I know, baby," Cregan murmured, voice soft and tender as he wiped away the drool and tears from your chin with his thumb. "You're doing so well, taking your big brother's cock like that. But I want a turn with our princess too..."

The action made the other man whimper in discontent, hands fisting in your hair as he tried to pull you back onto his flushed tip connected by a string of saliva.

"Shhh, easy Jace," Cregan cooed mockingly. "Don't worry, this sweet thing will have plenty of cock, yours included." He guided your tear-streaked face towards his own straining erection, the thick outline clearly visible beneath the confines of his pants. "Don't keep me waiting, princess. Give me a taste of that hot little mouth too."

He tangled a hand in your hair, gripping it gently as he guided your face to nestle against the heavy bulge.

Looking up at Cregan, you placed soft kisses on his cloth-covered erection. "I want to taste you too, Cregan," you breathed, helping him take his pants off.

Cregan's cock sprang free, slightly longer and thicker than Jacaerys'. The swollen head was already flushed a deep, angry red and weeping with arousal. Your eyes widened at the impressive sight, a fresh gush of wetness flooding your core, still impressed by his size every time.

"Mmmh, Cregan..." you whispered in awe, fingers wrapping around his pulsing shaft. "You're so big," you giggled breathlessly, already imagining how it would feel on your tongue.

Cregan groaned as your hand barely encircled his thick girth, hips rocking forward through your fist.

Jacaerys watched with dark, lust-blinded eyes as Cregan's cock bobbed heavily in front of your shocked face. A pang of jealousy and inadequacy shot through him as Cregan's was visibly bigger, the thick shaft wide and long. He shook his head as he caught himself looking at his best friend's cock with such an analytical gaze.

His teeth clenched as he watched your fingers hold Cregan's cock, stroking it as if you knew just how to handle something so big. A groan tore from Cregan's throat, his hips rocking into the touch eagerly.

"Such a greedy girl, aren't you princess?" Cregan purred, hand fisting in your hair as he guided your face closer to his swollen cockhead. "You want a taste of this, don't you?"

"Come on. Give your favourite captain a kiss," Cregan encouraged, smearing the leaking tip of his cock across your lips, leaving a streak of glistening precum on them. The musky scent filled your nose as your lips parted automatically.

Cregan's hand fisted tighter in your hair, grip tightening as he rubbed his swollen cockhead over your soft bottom lip, back and forth, until it was slick and shiny with his arousal.

You gasped softly as the taste of Cregan's cock flooded your senses. Your tongue instinctively flicked out to lap at the leaking slit, making Cregan hiss in pleasure.

Jacaerys watched, sickly aroused as Cregan took possession of your lips for his pleasure. The erotic sight of his best friend making his baby sister's face sloppy made Jacaerys's own neglected cock throb angrily.

"Such a good girl, so eager to please," Cregan groaned, his hips rocking forward to slide his thick cock past your lips. He let out a shuddered moan as your hot, wet mouth engulfed him, the silky heat almost too much to bear.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," Cregan grunted, fingers tightening in your hair as he slowly pushed more of his heavy length past your stretched lips. He watched as inch after thick inch disappeared between your lips, his swollen cockhead kissing the back of your throat.

Cregan began to thrust shallowly, letting you adjust to his impressive size. The obscene sounds of your sloppy suckling and Cregan's grunts of pleasure filled the room. Whimpers of humiliation and lust escaped Jacaerys's lips as he watched his best friend face-fuck his little stepsister.

Cregan smirked at Jacaerys, not stopping "Don't worry Jacaerys, I'm sure our princess will have plenty of room for your cock tonight. She seems quite... hungry for it."

Hiccuping around Cregan's pistoning cock, you gazed up at him with teary, cloudy eyes, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his swollen shaft. A needy whimper escaped you as you caught sight of Jacaerys looking utterly pathetic, tears streaming down his face as he watched you service his best friend.

Blinking up at the two men through lust-glazed eyes, you raised a trembling hand, curling slender fingers around Jacaerys's weeping cock. You pumped him in time with the bobbing of your head.

A choked sob escaped Jacaerys's throat as he watched his baby sister's fingers pump his dripping cock in time with the obscene slurps and gags emanating from your stuffed mouth. The depraved scene was almost too much for him to bear - his beautiful, innocent little stepsis, on her knees and eagerly choking herself on his best friend's dick.

"Oh god... look at you, so desperate for cock," Jacaerys whimpered pathetically, fingers trembling as they tangled in your hair alongside Cregan's. He could feel the shame burning his cheeks, the sick realization that he was getting off on watching another man defile his sister. But fuck, the sight of your lips stretched around Cregan's thick shaft, the way your throat bulged with each thrust... it was too filthy, too wrong, too arousing.

Jacaerys's cock jerked in your stroking hand, the head purplish and leaking steadily. He was so close already, ready to explode from the taboo eroticism of the moment. He bit back another sob as Cregan's cock slid from your mouth with a crude pop, a thread of saliva connecting the swollen tip to your swollen lips.

"Look at you, our perfect little girl," Cregan grunted, fisting your hair as he rubbed his spit-soaked dick against your cheek. "Wanna make your brother feel good again?" 

"Come on, Jace," Cregan taunted, rubbing his heavy balls over your chin. "Don't be a pussy. Use her mouth like you'vealways wanted... I've trained her well."

You gazed up at Jacaerys through lust-drunk eyes, your lips puffy and slick with spit. You rested your soft hands on his muscular thighs, feeling them tremble beneath my touch.

"P-please... let me... I n-need to make you feel good," you mumbled, voice breathy and trembling with desperate arousal. You pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his abs, savouring the salty taste of his skin. Your cheeks flushed as you focused your attention on his navel, tongue darting out to trace the dip.

Whimpering softly as you blinked up at him with big, teary eyes. The picture of a pathetic, needy girl as you gazed at him from beneath your lashes, silently begging him.

Jacaerys shuddered violently as he felt your hot breath ghosting over his most intimate places. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the humiliating whimpers that threatened to spill from his lips. The way you were looking up at him with those big, pleading eyes... fuck. He'd never seen anything so utterly devastating. His baby sister, his innocent little princess, begging so desperately for his cock. It was wrong on every level.

And yet, as he gazed down at your pathetic, pouty lips, he knew he couldn't deny you. He couldn't resist the shameful, selfish desire to use your pretty mouth for his own release. To make you choke on his cock until he pumped every last drop of cum down your eager throat.

"Please what, you little slut?" Jacaerys growled, voice rough with barely restrained lust. His hand fisted in your hair, gripping it almost painfully as he rubbed the weeping tip of his cock against your lips. "Tell me what you need. Beg me for it like a good girl."

He could hardly believe the filthy words falling from his lips, the sheer depravity. But the sight of your sloppy mouth, your teary, desperate eyes... it brought out a side of him he'd never known before. A side that wanted to absolutely wreck you.

"Please, Jacaerys... I need it. I need your cock..." you whimpered, the desperation in your voice making his length throb urgently against your lips. Your fingers tightened on his thighs, nails digging into the muscle as you gazed up at him with those big, doe eyes. The eyes of a little girl. His little girl.

But the hunger and lust burning in your eyes... it wasn't innocent or childlike at all. No, those eyes belonged to a lustful, cock-hungry slut who needed to be put in her place. And Jacaerys was going to give it to you.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jacaerys let out a guttural groan as he shoved his throbbing cock past your lips. He gripped your hair with both hands now, holding you still as he hilted deep in your convulsing throat.

Jacaerys grunted and shuddered with the intensity of the sensation, his heavy balls sticky with your drool, slapping against your chin. At the same time, Cregan stepped closer beside him and aimed his own weeping erection at your face, painting your cheeks and nose with sticky streaks of precum.

"Fuck, look at her take it," Cregan growled approvingly, pumping his shaft faster as he watched the thick outline of Jacaerys's cock bulging your stretched throat.

"Gods, her throat is squeezing me so tight," Jacaerys groaned, fingers tangling roughly in your hair. "Such a perfect little stepsis, swallowing me whole. Isn't that right, princess?" He punctuated the dirty words with shallow thrusts, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your spit-slick chin.

Tears streamed down your face from the intense, overwhelming sensation of being so utterly filled and stretched. But your eyes never left Jacaerys, gazing up at him with rabid, cock-drunk adoration even as you gagged and choked around his pistoning length. You could feel the thick vein pulsing against your tongue, the musky, masculine scent flooding your nose with each ragged inhale.

Jacaerys groaned, feeling your tight throat muscles clench and ripple around his sensitive flesh. The way you gazed up at him, your eyes glazed with lust and worship, only spurred him on. He gripped your hair tighter, fingers curling into the silky strands as he began to rut into your hot mouth with increasing abandon.

"Your throat feels so good," Jacaerys grunted, hips snapping forward brutally. "Fuck... how are you doing that with your mouth?"

Beside him, Cregan chuckled darkly, stroking himself faster as he watched the depraved scene unfold. "Look at her, Jacaerys. She loves choking on your dick. Our princess was made for this, born for us to use."

Tears streamed down your face as Jacaerys fucked your throat, drool and spit flying with each thrust. The thick, musky scent of his arousal filled your nose, making your head spin.

"Mmmph... glllrrkk... glllk..." your strangled cries vibrated pleasantly around Jacaerys's plunging cock, spurring him to fuck your face with reckless desperation. His heavy balls slapped against your spit-slick chin with lewd, wet smacks, drawing even more choked, garbled noises from your stuffed mouth.

Jacaerys could feel his release building fast, the intense pressure coiling in his core as he used your throat like a cunt. He was so close, his baby sister's hot mouth pushing him towards the edge embarrassingly quickly.

"Mmphh... fuck... I'm gonna... gonna cum," Jacaerys panted harshly, hips stuttering as his climax approached.

"Shhh, it's okay Jace," Cregan cooed mockingly, still fisting your hair as he rubbed his swollen, leaking cock head over your tear-stained cheek. "Don't fight it. Let it happen. Paint her pretty face with your cum, man."

With a strangled cry, Jacaerys slammed deep one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it exploded in your stuffed mouth. You felt the first hot, thick spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat, the bitter, salty taste of it flooding your senses.

"Ffffuck! Take it all, you little slut!" Jacaerys roared, holding your head flush against his groin as he emptied his heavy balls directly down your convulsing throat. Jet after jet of his hot, sticky seed pumped into you, your cheeks bulging as you were forced to swallow it down greedily.

Cregan groaned, pumping his own thick cock faster as he watched the lewd sight of his best friend marking his baby sister as his personal cum dump. "Gods, look at her swallow it all," he growled, aiming his own swollen tip at your face. "Such a good girl, taking your brother's load so well."

You gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down your face as Jacaerys rode out his intense orgasm. Strings of cum and spit flew as he finally pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your raw, swollen lips with a wet pop. Immediately, Cregan stepped forward, grabbing your chin and forcing your mouth open. 

"Tongue out, princess," he ordered roughly, stroking his shaft faster until thick, pearly ropes of cum splattered across your face. "Catch my load too, since you're so hungry for it." 

You stuck out your small pink tongue obediently, feeling the first splash of Cregan's hot seed paint your skin. You made sure to catch as much of his release as you could.

"Fuck, princess..." Cregan groaned, giving his softening length a few more pumps until he was spent. He smeared his leaking tip through the mess on your face, mixing his seed with the saliva and tears streaking your pretty features. 

Panting, you gazed up at the two men through hazy, lust-drunk eyes. Your plump lips were swollen, slick with spit and cum. Droplets of pearly essence dripped from your chin onto your heaving chest.

Your pretty features glistened with the combined essence of your brother and his friend, strings of cum and saliva connecting your chin to your heaving tits. The thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air as you knelt before them, feeling utterly debased and used.

Jacaerys looked down at your cum-splattered face, a mix of shame and dark satisfaction in his eyes. Cregan grinned wickedly, tucking his spent cock away as he took in the lewd sight of his best friend's sister, drunk on their releases.

"Such a good girl, taking both our loads like that," Cregan purred, smearing the mess on your cheek with his thumb.

Jacaerys swallowed hard, trying to ignore the shameful high that shot through him at the sight. At the knowledge that he had just defiled his sweet baby sister in the most filthy way. And that she had not only allowed it but seemed to crave it.

You blinked up at them, your glazed eyes struggling to focus as you fought to catch your breath. The taste of their releases mingled on your tongue, the bitterness of Jacaerys's cum and the sweeter, saltier essence of Cregan's coating your mouth. You licked your messy lips, savouring the flavour of your debauchery.

Are you satisfied, Jacaerys? Did I please you? You wanted to ask, but could only manage a breathless, fucked-out whimper. Your body ached, your throat burned, and your jaw felt like it was on fire from the brutal face-fucking. But most of all, you felt a perverse sense of pride at having brought your brother to such an intense, shameful climax.

Jacaerys stood there panting, trying to process the surreal scene. His baby sister kneeled before him, face glazed with his own cum and his best friend's, gazing up at him with unfocused eyes. The depravity of it, the utter wrongness, made his spent cock twitch traitorously.

He reached down to stroke your messy cheek, thumb smearing the combined essence coating your face. You leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm like a needy little kitten.

Cregan chuckled darkly, amused by your dazed expression. "I think our princess needs a shower and a nap after that," he said, caressing your hair.

Jacaerys's eyes flashed with a sudden possessive intensity as he glared at Cregan, not liking the way his best friend had just claimed you as 'their' princess. No, you were HIS princess, his little sister. And he didn't want anyone else touching you like that again. Not after he had kissed you, touched you...

The urge to gather you up, clean you off, and take you home to tuck you into bed overwhelmed him.

Without a word, Jacaerys scooped you up, cradling your naked, messy body against his muscular chest. He ignored the sticky trails of cum that smeared on his skin as he held you close, protective and caring.

"Where do you think you're taking her?" Cregan asked, arching an eyebrow as he fastened his pants.

Jacaerys shot him a sharp glare, clutching you protectively against his chest. "I'm taking her home," he murmured as he gathered your clothes from the floor.

"I'm not letting you have her all to yourself after this," Cregan argued, stepping closer and hovering over where you stood caged in Jacaerys's arms. "We're both taking her home to take care of her."

Jacaerys tightened his grip on your limp form, a fierce scowl on his handsome face. "She's my sister, Cregan. I should be the one to look after her."

Cregan smirked, reaching out to tug gently at your messy hair. "Your sister who has repeatedly made love to me? I don't think you're the only one who gets to play hero here."

You shivered in Jacaerys's hold, a small murmur escaping your lips as you clung weakly to his shirt. The two men stared each other down, one protective and stubborn, the other arrogant and self-assured. Finally, Jacaerys spoke.

"Fine... we both get to take care of her," Jacaerys finally ground out through clenched teeth, unable to meet Cregan's smug gaze any longer lest he punch him squarely in the jaw. 

Cregan quirked a brow, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reached out to cup your messy cheek possessively."Let's take her home and make sure our precious princess is taken care of properly." 

Jacaerys swallowed hard, knowing he couldn't deny you anything after how well you had served them both. Jealousy stirred within him at the thought of sharing your care, but ultimately, your satisfaction comes first.

"Fine," Jacaerys spat, shifting you gently around in his arms and smoothing out your hair. "But she sleeps in my bed tonight. You can have the guestroom or whatever..."

Cregan laughed, amused by Jacaerys's commanding tone. "We'll see about that..."

˚⋆𐙚｡aera𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚

[thirteenheavens]

could u do just the tip with cheol ?

Just the tip,Please?||Choi Seungcheol

Notes: I think this has got to be one of my fav tip member version

Seungcheol woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a familiar heat building between his legs. He groaned, trying to ignore it and go back to sleep, but his body had other plans.He looked over at you, your sleeping form beside him. You looked so peaceful, and he didn't want to disturb you, but the urge was becoming too strong to ignore.

"Y/N," he whispered, gently shaking your shoulder. "Wake up." You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent. Seungcheol shook you a little harder, his voice taking on a desperate tone.

"Please, baby," he pleaded. "I need you." You slowly opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. "What's wrong?" you asked groggily.

Seungcheol's face was flushed, and he was practically panting with need. "I woke up really horny," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "And I tried to take care of it myself, but it's not enough." You looked at him, amused but also slightly annoyed. "And you woke me up for that?" you teased.

Seungcheol pouted, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. "Please," he begged again, his lips trailing down your neck. "Just the tip. I promise I'll make it worth your while." You sighed, knowing that you weren't going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. "Fine," you said, giving in. "But just the tip, and then you have to let me sleep."

Seungcheol's face lit up with excitement, and he immediately started to undress you. "Thank you," he said, his hands roaming all over your body. "You're the best." Seungcheol gently pushed you onto your back, hovering over you as he kissed and nibbled at your skin. He slowly pulled down your pants, his eyes dark with lust.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. "I can't believe I get to have you like this." He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice strained. You nodded, too tired to do much else. Seungcheol slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside you, groaning at the feeling.

"Oh god," he moaned, his head falling forward. "You feel so good, even like this." He began to thrust gently, careful not to go too deep and disturb you too much. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he used you to get himself off. As Seungcheol continued to thrust, you couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over you. Despite being tired, your body responded to his touch, craving more.

He noticed the way you were reacting and smirked. "You like this, don't you?" he teased, his pace quickening slightly. "Even though you're so tired, you can't help but enjoy it." Seungcheol was struggling to keep his word, the feeling of being inside you even just a little bit driving him wild. He wanted to bury himself deeper, to feel all of you wrapped around him, but he knew he had to restrain himself.

"Fuck," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're making it so hard for me." You looked up at him, a mix of amusement and desire in your eyes. "You're the one who asked for just the tip," you reminded him. "You said you could handle it."

Seungcheol gritted his teeth, trying to focus on keeping his promise. "I know, I know," he panted. "But you feel so good, baby. I just want to be inside you all the way." You could tell that Seungcheol was at his limit, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He was breathing heavily, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"Please," he begged again, his voice cracking. "Please let me go deeper. I need it." You pretended to consider it for a moment, knowing that you were in control of the situation. "Fine," you said finally. "You can go deeper, but only if you promise to make me cum."

Seungcheol's eyes snapped open, a look of pure desperation on his face. "I promise," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'll make you cum so hard, you won't even remember why you were tired in the first place." He slowly pushed himself deeper inside you, inch by inch, until he was fully buried in your tight heat. He let out a loud moan, his head falling back in ecstasy.

"You're so tight," he groaned, starting to thrust in earnest now. "I'm not going to last long like this." He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he picked up the pace. His hands roamed all over your body, caressing and squeezing every inch of you.

"Please," he gasped out between thrusts. "Touch me. I need your hands on me." You reached up to grab his arms, your fingers digging into his skin as he continued to pound into you. "Like this?" you teased, a sly smile on your face. Seungcheol's moans grew louder and more desperate, his body responding to your touch. "Yes, just like that," he panted, his hips moving faster and harder. "You're driving me crazy."

He leaned down to bury his face in your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin as he lost himself in the pleasure. You could feel him getting closer to the edge, his movements becoming more erratic and frantic. He was muttering a string of incoherent words, his body tensing up as he fought to hold back his orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Where do you want it?" You thought for a moment, deciding to have a little fun with him. "Inside," you whispered back, knowing how much he loved to fill you up. Seungcheol's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He thrust into you a few more times before finally spilling himself deep inside you with a loud groan.

"Oh god," he moaned, collapsing on top of you as he rode out his orgasm. You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his sweaty hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you said, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that you had given him what he wanted. Seungcheol chuckled, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms. "You're incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Even when you're tired, you still know how to drive me wild."

[tojifiles]

everybody knows that im a good girl officers!

pairing: . ݁₊ ⊹ .: sukuna ryomen n’ toji fushiguro

synopsis : . ݁₊ ⊹ baking gone wrong! (or maybe right in your case?)

contains: sexual content MDNI, spanking, degradation, full nelson position, double penetration, blah blah blaaaah.. wc: im honestly not even sure

header from: . ݁₊ ⊹: lady k and the sick man

a/n :BABE WAKE UP, DSIIRES FINALLY POSTED 🗣️‼️ but all jokes aside, hii loveliess im back 😊!! i decided to finally post something, and since this was sitting in my drafts, why not post it? i do admit the ending is kind of rushed, so please forgive me🙇🏽‍♀️ but i hope you all enjoy, comments and requests are gladly appreciated! <3

sweet, sugary, scents of vanilla and cinnamon danced throughout the air as sunlight streamed in through your lace curtains, casting warm, golden hues upon your kitchen countertops.

baking flour dusted your cheeks as a determined glint shined in your eyes, precisely measuring the ingredients for the cake you were baking. it was your best friends birthday, after all. what better way to surprise her than with a home-baked cake?

once the cake pans were safely in the oven, you let out a sigh of relief. this morning had been dedicated to baking, and you were longing for a moment of relaxation. retrieving your cellphone, you settled onto the couch, letting your mind wander as you scrolled away through the screen to pass the time for a few minutes.

but minutes turned into moments, and the once familiar, sweet aroma began to fade away. a faint whiff of something burning wafted into your nose, snapping you out of your current reverie.

panicked, you rushed to the oven, heart pounding in your chest. smoke billowed from the oven, tendrils curling ominously towards the ceiling.

with a gasp, you yanked open the oven door, greeted by a charred mess where your sweets once stood. panicking, you frantically reached for your phone and dialed the fire department.

standing anxiously outside your house, you clutched her phone tightly, desperately awaiting for the distant sound of sirens to signal the arrival of the fire department.

soon enough, the welcoming wail of an approaching engine filled your ears—and within moments, the fire truck came to a brief halt in front of your home. two firefighters emerged from the truck, and as they stepped onto the pavement, their imposing figures caught your attention.

the first firefighter, with a rugged build and striking pinkish hair, exuded confidence as he surveyed the scene. beside him, stood his colleague, tall and commanding with dark black hair, his presence radiating confidence as well as cockiness.

the males strode up to you, their boots echoing against the pavement. the salmon-haired one with distinct facial tattoos— who’s badge read S. RYŌMEN, glared at you with annoyance while his counterpart surveyed the area.

"alright, what's the deal here? we got a call about some sorta emergency, but I'm not seeing any flames. don't tell me we rushed over here for nothin’.” he spoke, his deep voice carrying an air of authority.

the raven-haired officer's— who’s badge read T. FUSHIGURŌ—eyebrows knitted together, his deep, husky, voice tinged with irritation. "are we being pranked here, girl?" he questioned snarkily, his skepticism evident as he glanced around the seemingly ordinary surroundings. however, as you apologized and ushered them inside, their expressions softened slightly, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern.

as they stepped into the kitchen— their boots leaving faint imprints on the linoleum floor— a wave of smoke greeted them, swirling lazily in the air. the acrid smell of burnt pastries hung heavy, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room. ryōmen coughed lightly, his hand instinctively reaching for the collar of his uniform to cover his nose.

fushigurō sighed heavily as his gaze fixed on the charred remnants of what was once a baking sheet. "well, would you look at that? someone tried playing chef but ended up setting the kitchen on fire," the black-haired officer he muttered, his annoyance palpable in the air as he casually observed the smoke-filled chaos before him.

“i'm so sorry for the false alarm," you apologized, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I was trying to bake a cake and—well—things got a bit…out of hand…”

the pair exchanged glances, then moved swiftly, their practiced efficiency a stark contrast to the mess you had inadvertently created. they quickly ventilated the room, opening windows and turning on fans to dispel the lingering smoke. as they moved, they checked for any remaining embers or hotspots, ensuring that the fire was completely out and that there was no risk of it reigniting.

as the firefighters continued their work, you couldnt help but stare. their tall, bulked figures were much larger compared to your own. the way you could hear their subtle grunts as they finished up their job…

lets just say, your mind definitely started to wander elsewhere..

ryōmen kneeled down and inspected the oven, his brow furrowing deeper. "looks like yer’ cake batter overflowed and caught fire," he remarked, his voice tinged with frustration. "next time, keep an eye on the oven temperature."

yet of course, you werent paying him any attention listening, too deep in the wet daydream that was playing idly in your mind. the pink-haired officer stood up and cleared his throat, “miss?”

you jumped, his voice snapping you out of the “daydream” you were having. you nodded vigorously, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush your cheeks. "i will—i promise. thank you both so much for coming so quickly."

you hurried to your cupboard to get them some water. rummaging through your cabinets, you managed to find a couple of clean glasses, and filled them with cool water from the tap. when you returned, they were just finishing up, their equipment neatly packed away.

"here," you said, offering the glasses. "please, have some water. it's the least i can do."

fushigurō took a glass with a nod of thanks, while his partner accepted the other with a grin. "thanks," he said, "surprised ya’ didnt burn the water this time…”

you couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension of the situation easing slightly with the joke. "i try my best," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. "but m’ really sorry for the trouble. is there any way i can make it up to you both?"you offered, hoping to ease the tension in the room and show your gratitude for their prompt response.

ryōmen glanced at his partner before responding, his expression twisting mischievously.

he placed his glass down as he leaned back on the kitchen table, his tall figure towering over you darkly.

“you said you’re really sorry, hm?” he spoke lowly, his crimson eyes now lowering, gazing onto you.

you nodded eagerly, unsure of what he was implying. “um, well— yes of course-“

the officers lust-laced voice spoke words you doubted you would ever hear…

"then prove it."

so here you were— half-naked in your living room, in a standing full nelson position, sandwiched between the two men that were once standing in your kitchen—now both pounding you silly.

your helpless mewls mixing with the lewd squelches your cunt made filled the empty silence in the room. fushigurō’s long, thickness was so prominent as it kneaded itself against your g-spot, making you fall into a cock-drunk daze.

"that feel good, huh'?", toji muttered, gazing lasciviously into your eyes while supporting your legs high. it was so intimate— but so naughty too, the way he was so filthy..

you nodded in reply, clearly too overstimulated to speak properly. luckily, sukuna was quick to amend your actions—sending a swift, sharp, strike against your ass.

"didn't he ask you a question? say it properly, slut, don't make us waste our breath like you did our time now," he snarled behind you. his strokes were so rugged and mean, much meaner than tojis (which was unsurprisingly fitting for the man), making you whimper breathlessly from the pleasure.

"f-feels s'good tojiiiii—“ you whined out the name in reply, hiccuping. it was true, the way they both grinded against each other, inside of you, leaving you trembling, aching with pleasure. this position requiring them hit harder, deeper, inside of your soaked, throbbing slit— it was too much.

"good fuckin' girl, look at ya'— squeezin' us so tight. yer takin' us so well," fushiguro commented, leaning in for a kiss. his scarred lips passionately met your own, letting out a soft, suppressed groan. he went deeper into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he continued thrusting into you from the front. meanwhile, his counterpart pounded away at your stuffed cunt relentlessly; each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in both your bodies.

you found yourself lost in this sensual haze of double penetration bliss— moaning uncontrollably into toji’s mouth while feeling your hole being stretched to its limits by these two. your entire world consisted of nothing but the rhythmic movement between your legs and the taste of salty sweat on fushigurō's lips as ryōmen whispered dirty nothings into your ear that only fueled your desire even more.

sukuna’s hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he pounded into you harder than before, his breathing becoming ragged in your ear with each passing second. toji followed suit by grabbing one of your legs and lifting it up high enough for him to hit a new angle inside of you— sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout every inch of your being.

“filthy whore— paying your debt with—ngh.. dick,” sukuna began, still thrusting into you, but at a much irregular pace now. “who knew such a seemingly innocent thing like you could be so dirty.. starin’ us, shit, up and down like slabs of meat..”

as the intensity of their movements increased, so did the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your body. you felt like you were on the brink of orgasm yourself— and apparently so did ryōmen and fushigurō. both men let out loud grunts, no longer holding back, and began to thrust deeper. it was painfully clear that they were close to reaching their climaxes.

“damn, m’so fuckin’ close— ya gonna let us cum inside? knock up this— fuck, tight ass cunt of yers’?” toji grunted.

"please," you begged between gasps for air, "cum inside me...need it..so badly.” your voice was hoarse from the countless moans and whines that ehshshsh. your whiny, raspy pleas and helpless cries were enough to send both men over the edge. so, with one final push from fushigurō and a deep moan from ryōmen, both men came inside of you simultaneously - painting every crevice with their warming, sticky ropes of essence.

as they both released inside of you, your body was hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced. your cunt clenched tightly around their cocks as they emptied themselves into you, milking every last drop from their swollen, pulsating shafts.

your eyes rolled back into your head— a mixture of pain and ecstasy that left you breathless moments afterward. tears streamed down your face from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that coursed through every inch of your limp body.

the room was silent for a moment as the three of you caught your breath. you could feel their cum slowly dripping out of you as the two men pulled out, leaving behind a sticky mess beneath them.

looking up, toji’s lust-filled stare met your own, a small scar-ridden smirk decorating his face. “that was fuckin’ incredible, god,” he said before ryōmen spoke teasingly behind you..

“but you know, theres better ways to get fucked then damn near burning your house down..”

[thef1diary]

team principal!carlos treating the team to a little vacation before the new season starts for uh.. team building reasons.. obviously.. 👀 think paradise but sharing meals with everyone and having a few fun activities together. and you are sharing a room with carlos, the suite was the only one available with two rooms 🤓

i'm thinking waking up to carlos eating you out to start the day off well with more to follow😵‍💫

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— hmm why make it two rooms if it could be one? With one bed ofc 🤭 the team would be suspect anything, it was just a booking issue on the hotel’s end…right? 18+ content below

The tropical retreat had been Carlos’s idea, pitched to the team as a well-earned vacation to recharge and build camaraderie before the new season. What no one knew—what no one could know—was that his real agenda had little to do with team bonding. He had planned every detail, down to the “accidental” mix-up that left the two of you sharing a single room with one bed. The team didn’t suspect a thing. To them, you were the star driver, and he was the ever-professional team principal. Behind closed doors, however, things were much different.

The bed was large enough to keep up appearances, but neither of you had any intention of using all that space. You fell asleep curled against him, your limbs tangled under the soft sheets, his hand possessively resting on your bare hip. The sound of the ocean outside lulled you into a deep sleep, and you didn’t stir until the morning—when you woke to something far more intoxicating.

A low, needy moan escaped your lips before you even opened your eyes. Warmth spread from your core, the unmistakable sensation of Carlos’s mouth between your thighs pulling you from sleep. His broad shoulders pinned you down, his strong hands gripping your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“Carlos…” you gasped, your voice still rough from sleep. Your legs trembled, instinctively trying to close around his head, but he groaned against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“None of that, hermosa,” he murmured, his voice husky as he pulled back just enough to look up at you. His lips glistened, his dark eyes smoldering. “Let me take care of you. You’ve earned it.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before diving back in, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clit. His movements were precise, calculated, like he had mapped every inch of you and knew exactly what would unravel you.

“You were incredible last season,” he said between licks, his voice low and reverent. “Every win, every podium—you make me so proud.” He punctuated his words with a firm suck on your clit, making your back arch and a cry fall from your lips. “I want to reward you. Motivate you to keep being my best driver.”

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as your hips bucked against his mouth. He let you grind against his face as he worked you closer to the edge.

“Carlos—sir—fuck—”

“That’s it, princesa,” he groaned, his voice muffled as he pressed his tongue deeper into you. “Let go. I want to feel you fall apart for me.”

And you did. The orgasm hit you like a wave, your body tensing before shattering beneath him. He held you steady, his tongue working you through the high, his grip firm but tender as he murmured praises against your skin.

You were still catching your breath when he crawled up your body, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was equal parts sweet and filthy. You could taste yourself on him, and it only made you want more.

“Think you got one more in you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in your ear. You could feel him, hard and insistent against your thigh, and the look in his eyes made your stomach flip.

You briefly glanced at the clock on the nightstand, barely registering the numbers before giving him an answer. “We’ve got time, please sir.”

A smirk graced his lips, and he placed a light kiss on your lips. “Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.”

He flipped you onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself behind you. He slid his cock into you in one slow, deliberate thrust, the stretch making you gasp. He didn’t wait, setting a rough pace that had you clawing at the sheets, your moans muffled by the pillow.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his grip tightening as he drove into you. “So perfect for me.”

His hand slipped around to your front, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The overstimulation was almost too much, but the way he moaned your name, the way he filled you completely, had you hurtling toward another orgasm.

“Come for me again, mi princesa,” he commanded, his voice rough and strained. “Show me why you’re the best.”

It didn’t take you long to shatter around him, your body shaking as he followed you over the edge, his cum spilling into you with a guttural moan. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms and pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked skin.

“Good morning,” he murmured against your temple, his voice warm and teasing.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. “If this is how you want to start the day, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the week holds.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “Just wait, hermosa. I’ve got a lot planned for us.”

want more team principal!carlos? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[sshnzsr]

make you forget

warnings: smut, cheating, p in v, unprotected sex, messy, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, a lot of spanking, crying, nicknames, breeding kink, nipple play, lmk if I missed anything

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You’d been crying for hours, locked in your bedroom, the sting of your boyfriend’s latest tirade still burning in your chest. Jaehyun was a master at twisting words, at making you feel small and worthless—like you were lucky he even bothered with you. Tonight had been no different: he’d screamed at you for not dropping everything to cater to his whims, called you selfish when you hesitated, and stormed out with a parting shot about how you’d never find anyone better. The worst part? You believed him.

The knock on your door was sharp, insistent, and you knew who it was before he even spoke. Heeseung—your best friend since forever, the one person who always showed up when you were falling apart. You opened the door, eyes red and puffy, and there he stood: tall, dark-haired, and dangerous in a way Jaehyun could never hope to be. His sharp gaze raked over you, taking in the tear-streaked mess of your face, and his lips twitched into a smirk that was equal parts cruel and comforting.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” Heeseung said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His voice was low, edged with something venomous. “And you’re an idiot for letting him get to you.”

You bristled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Don’t start, Hee. I’m not in the mood.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your face, his grip firm but not painful. “You should be,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You should be pissed. You’re too good for that prick, and he doesn’t deserve the tears you’re wasting on him.” His thumb brushed over your pulse, and you felt it—the shift, the undercurrent of something darker that always lingered with Heeseung. He was worse than Jaehyun in his own way: manipulative in how he pulled your strings, selfish in how he took what he wanted. But with him, it felt different. It felt like he saw you.

Before you could argue, he yanked you closer, his free hand tipping your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. “Let me make you feel better, baby,” he murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver through you. “Let me show you what you’re worth.”

You should’ve said no. You knew Heeseung wasn’t safe—he was a storm wrapped in charm, a man who’d break you just to watch you shatter. But Jaehyun’s words were still clawing at your insides, and Heeseung’s touch was a lifeline, dangerous as it was. So you nodded, a small, broken “okay” slipping past your lips.

That was all he needed. He shoved you back onto the bed, his hands rough but deliberate as he climbed over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “You’re too fucking perfect for him,” he growled, his free hand sliding under your shirt, shoving it up to expose your chest. His fingers found your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they stiffened, and he pinched hard, drawing a sharp gasp from you. “Look at you—already falling apart for me.”

He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slow and wet, his tongue swirling around it while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. You whimpered, arching into him, and he pulled back just enough to smirk down at you. “You love this, don’t you? When I tell you how good you are, how fucking beautiful you look under me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, tears still clinging to your lashes as you stared up at him. “Please, Hee—”

He cut you off by flipping you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. His hand came down hard, a brutal spank that made you cry out, the sting blooming across your skin. “That’s for letting him talk to you like that,” he said, voice dark and possessive. Another smack, harder this time, and you sobbed, the pain mixing with a twisted kind of pleasure. “You’re mine now, baby. He doesn’t get to touch you, doesn’t get to hurt you. Only I do.”

He spanked you again, and again, each hit punctuated by a rough growl of praise—“So fucking perfect,” “You take it so well,” “My good little girl”—until your ass was red and throbbing, tears streaming down your face. But you didn’t pull away. You pushed back into him, desperate for more, for him to erase every venomous word Jaehyun had ever spat at you.

Heeseung pressed himself against you, the bulge in his pants grinding into your stinging flesh as he leaned over, lips brushing your ear. “You like it rough, don’t you, love? Like it when I make you cry, when I fuck you until you forget him?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, voice breaking as you clutched the sheets. “Please, Hee—make me forget.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hands tore at your clothes, ripping your shorts and panties down your thighs in one swift motion, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him. You heard the rustle of his belt, the zipper of his jeans, and then he was there—thick and hard, pressing against your entrance. “No condom,” he said, voice raw as he gripped your hips. “Gonna fuck you raw, fill you up—make you mine so he can’t have you back.”

He thrust in deep, one brutal stroke that had you screaming his name, the stretch burning through you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace, hips slamming into yours with a wet, filthy sound that filled the room. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around your throat, holding you in place as he pounded into you. “Feel that, baby? That’s me—every inch of me owning you.”

You were a mess—tears soaking the sheets, moans spilling from your lips as he wrecked you. His hand came down again, spanking your already tender ass, and you jolted, the pain pushing you closer to the edge. “You’re so wet for me,” he panted, voice dripping with lust. “Fucking dripping all over me. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little slut while he’s out there thinking he still has a chance.”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” you choked out, nails raking the bed as he drove you higher. “Love you, Hee—love how you fuck me.”

His grip on your throat tightened, just enough to make your head spin, and he slowed his thrusts, angling himself to hit that spot deep inside you that made your vision blur. “Say it again,” he demanded, voice hoarse and desperate. “Tell me you love me while I ruin you.”

“I love you,” you cried, the words raw and broken as he slammed into you again and again. “Love you so much—”

That broke him. He hauled you up, pulling you back against his chest, your bodies slick with sweat as he knelt behind you. One arm locked around your waist, pinning you to him, while the other hand roamed your chest, pinching your nipples until you squirmed. “Gonna breed you, baby,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, wild. “Gonna pump you full, make you mine forever. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fuck you until you’re dripping with me?”

“Yes—please, Hee,” you begged, too lost to care about anything but him. “Fill me up, make me yours.”

His mouth crashed into yours, a messy, hungry kiss—teeth clashing, tongues fighting—as he pushed you both to the edge. You came first, shattering around him with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as pleasure tore through you, your thighs trembling and your breath hitching. “That’s it, love,” he groaned, following right behind, his hips stuttering as he came hard, hot and thick, spilling deep inside you. He didn’t stop, grinding into you as he rode it out, his cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs in a messy, obscene flood. “Fuck—gonna keep you full,” he panted, thrusting shallowly to push it back in, his fingers digging into your hips. “Every drop stays inside you.”

You collapsed against him, both of you panting, drenched in sweat and each other. He didn’t pull out, staying buried deep as his chest heaved against your back, his lips brushing your shoulder with a softness that didn’t match the roughness from before. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, voice rough but reverent, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your face, wiping away your tears. “My perfect girl. He doesn’t deserve to breathe near you—not after this.”

You shivered, feeling him still inside you, his warmth seeping into your core, the mess of him staining your skin. He shifted, laying you down gently, his body caging yours as he kissed you slow and deep, tasting the salt of your tears. “Rest, baby,” he murmured against your lips, a dark promise in his eyes. “He’ll never touch you again—not when I’m done with you.”

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[hungharrington]

Your last blurb has me thinking of Steve and soft early relationship smut where it’s still fairly new and exciting and he’s just so sweet and wants to be close to you 💔💔

this is basically the premise of a little less conversation BUT it’s also such a good prompt anyways that i wanna write something goofy n domestic hehe <3 u put heartbreak emojis but i’m making this goopy sry! and actually it’s not even soft god i’m sorry MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve sinks into you in one slow thrust and makes a noise like he’s been stabbed, his forehead to your collarbone.

For one very long moment, he doesn’t move.

“You… you okay?” You ask, all breathy yourself. Your cunt pulses wildly, eager for him to start moving, for some friction— but you’re worried he’s maybe hurt himself somehow. “Steve?”

“I’m good,” He hisses, voice all tight like he is very much not at all good. It blends away as a husky tone threads through his voice. “God, sorry, you just feel—“

He gives a little rock of his hips, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in and a beautiful moan pulls from his lips. He does it again, pulling out a little further and pushing himself back in to your wet, inviting cunt.

He groans again, “Oh my god, I like you so much.”

You startle a laugh, your arms around his neck sliding down so you can pull his head up a bit. Steve’s flushed and looking sheepish by the time you get him face to face. His hips haven’t stopped moving, still small, perfect thrusts in and out, driving you mad.

“Sorry,” He says again, half panting. “Not the best thing to say the first time we fuck but,” He huffs, a throaty moan slipping out in the middle of the sentence. “It’s true.”

You’re beginning to pant too, all your inhales sounding gaspy and high. Your thighs spread more instinctively, pulling them further back to your chest, letting him get in deeper.

“N-No, it’s good,” You say, smiling a bit as he focuses on your face, his lips parted and pupils blown wide. “I really like you too.”

Your words inspire another moan, particularly loud, and his hips rut into you with more fervor, a soft lewd squelching noise beginning to fill the bedroom. Steve moans shakily, peppering sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.

One hand shifts on your hip, sliding up to press your leg further out and unexpectedly, and there’s an audible pop of a joint cracking. Steve stills instantly, still inside you, as he stares down at your hip.

“Oh my god—”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You hastily interrupt, knowing what he’s thinking. You tug his gaze over to you and away from your leg, seeing the smidge of panic in his eyes. “It just cracks sometimes, you couldn’t know that, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt.”

Steve deflates rapidly, giving a relieved chuckle against your chest where he buries his face. When he speaks, his words are all muffled, “I thought I broke your hip.”

You can’t help it, you laugh a bit at that— imagining his panic at the thought. For the third time, you urge his face up and out of hiding, leaning up to nuzzle against his face.

“Quickest way to end a relationship ever,” He jokes, but you can hear the genuine worry beneath his humour.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve told you,” You murmur tenderly, dropping little kisses along his cheeks and nose. His face blazes hot beneath your ardent affection. “But hey, we’re figuring it out, aren’t we? That’s part of the fun, yeah?”

You use your ankles, crossed over his tailbone, to press him into you and Steve gets the message quickly, starting up his gentle thrusts again with a grunt. The soft noises of sex resume, mixed with your combined low moans. The rhythm from before is easy to slip back into. Your cunt throbs hotly, pleasure starting to drool through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes heavily, watching your face closely. “Part of the fun. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

He says it so sincerely that it makes you gasp, clenching around him and eyes screwing closed for a moment. A low whine crawls out your throat.

“God, fuck you for saying that,” You say, with no heat at all. You can’t open your eyes just yet, you’ll combust if you see how handsome he looks right now.

“Yeah?” Steve huffs, sounding a little smug. Your cunt gushes at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you’re right. Figuring this stuff out is the fun part.”

You whine as he fucks in a little harder, the angle just right to have your gut twisting up in pleasure. Your breath is ragged and you finally open your eyes again, swallowing back another sound at the sight of Steve. Messy haired, pink cheeks, reddened lips. He looks hotter than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shut up and hold my hand,” You say— because two can play that game. It works a charm. You can feel the stutter in his hips, see the ripple on his face, hear the whimper in his throat.

Steve keens, tucking his face down into your neck again. His hand searches the sheets til it finds yours, fingers intertwining before he presses your linked hands into the mattress and ruts into your snug cunt harder and faster, deeper.

“F-Fuck,” He stammers, a moan lilting the word. “I like you so much.”

You can’t even laugh this time round because your mind is starting to melt a little at the edges— but it makes the pleasure all that much better, knowing he means it.

[mwahsturns]

Make you mine ୨୧

Sub!reader x Matt Sturniolo

Contains: Smut, swearing, basically porn, A lot of praise, pet names (baby, good girl), unprotected sex, big dick!matt, p in v, overstimulation, dirty talk, face cum. - Semi-proof read! I think that’s all?

Synopsis: You went to your best friend’s house earlier that morning, you’re currently spending the night at Matt’s house and told him you’d be back later. You ended up staying late as you lost Track of time. You come home late very exhausted, to see Matt still awake at his computer and he asks you to make it up to him…

authors note: yall this one is freaky so grab your rose toy and some Pepsi and enjoy the ride 🤭

You walk into Matt’s room exhausted excepting him to be asleep, you walk into the room to see him on his computer. ‘Hey baby’ i say putting down my bag by the side of his bed. He turns around in his seat, a small smile forming as he sees me coming in ‘Hey...’he responds, his voice a bit husky from being up late, ‘Where have you been all night?’ I chuckled at his voice, he sounded sleepy and I could tell.

‘Madi’s house’ I said taking off my boots. ‘Madi's house, huh?’ he nods, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before looking back at his computer screen. ‘You look tired...’ he comments, his tone a bit softer now. ‘Did you guys have a lot of fun?’ I smile at him softly. ‘yeah but i missed u’ I walk up to him taking out my earrings.

His expression softens, and he closes his laptop, giving me his full attention. ‘You missed me, huh?’ He asks, trying to suppress a smile. ‘Even though you were out with your friends?’ I nod sitting on his lap as he sits on the gaming chair. He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. ‘I missed you too, baby.’ He sighs contently, holding me close. ‘You know, I was starting to think you forgot about me.’

‘I could never..’ I smile staring into his eyes. He lifts his head up, looking into my eyes with a small smile. ‘Never, huh?’ He asks, his voice low and soothing. ‘Good, because I couldn't bear the thought of you forgetting about me.’ He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. ‘Matt i know you hate going but would you pretty please come with me to Tara’s party tomorrow’ I smile hoping he gives in.

He raises an eyebrow, trying not to let his discomfort show too obviously ‘babe a party..’ He shifts slightly, still keeping me on his lap ‘You know how I feel about those things my love.’ I start thinking of ways to convince him… What most people don’t know is Matt loves anything physical in his relationships so it’s normal for us to be hugging holding hands …. Fucking a lot so I knew the perfect way to get him to go.

‘I’ll give you a blow job if you go’ I smile. his eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and temptation crossing his face ‘Well...’ he chuckles softly ‘When you put it that way...’ he runs a hand through my hair ‘What time do we have to leave?’ a playful smirk forms on his lips. ‘7 a clock at night I’m pretty sure’ I think about the text me and Tara shared earlier. 7 at night..." he sighs dramatically but there's a glint in his eyes ‘Alright, I'll do it... but only because you promised...’ he pulls me closer, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips ‘You better keep your word, gorgeous.’

I laugh, ‘I’m going’ I smile getting on my knees. He watches as you get on my knees, his smirk growing wider. ‘Mmm, I'm counting on it...’ he spreads his legs slightly, giving me better access as he leans back in the chair. ‘Come on then, baby...’ I undo his belt slowly I smirk pulling his pants and boxers down ‘still big..’ His ego swells slightly as i check out his size, his hands finding their way into my hair. ‘You like that?’ He asks, his voice dropping an octave, knowing the answer already. ‘You always act so surprised...’

‘because you’re just so big baby..’ I smile staring at his dick. ‘you always say that...’ He chuckles softly, his manhood twitching with anticipation as i stare at it. ‘You make it sound like it's too much...’ He spreads his legs wider, giving me better access. ‘Too much?? Never.’ He smiled ‘Put that pretty mouth to good use, baby.’ I smile “anything for you Matthew..” I smirk kitty licking his tip. ‘Fuck..." He hisses through gritted teeth as i lick his tip, his hips bucking slightly. ‘You're such a good girl, aren't you?’ He praises, his voice thick with desire. ‘So eager to please your man...’

I nod licking the side of his cock. ‘Fuck... that feels amazing...’ His breathing becomes heavier as he watches me work. ‘Show me how much you missed me... show me how good you can be...’ He guides my head down slightly, helping me take more of him. ‘That's it, baby... just like that...’ I hallow my cheeks sucking him, He pants, his hips lifting off the chair as i hollow your cheeks around him. ‘You take it so much better than anyone else...’ He moans, his fingers tightening in your hair, I pull off spitting on his cock then deep throating him again.

‘Fuck yes!’ He groans deeply as you spit and take him deep again ‘You're so fucking filthy... I love it...’ His hips thrust forward, meeting my rhythm ‘Keep going baby, just like that...’ He pants heavily, his body tense with pleasure. I gagged taking as much as I could handle. His eyes roll back in his head, voice breaking as he feels me deepthroat him completely ‘How... how do you even...’ He pants heavily, fingers shaking in my hair ‘That's so fucking hot...’ He moans deeply. I moan against him the slide up sucking his tip.

He lets out a guttural growl at the sensation, hips bucking slightly ‘You're killing me... fuck, why are you so perfect...’ His fingers trace along your jawline as i suck his tip ‘Such a gorgeous mouth... made for this...’ I moan continuing my pace. ‘Oh god, that sound...’ His voice is thick with lust ‘Can't get enough of it...’ His free hand reaches down, stroking your hair and cheek gently ‘Look up at me, baby...’ His voice has that irresistible soft tone.

I pull off smiling “I want you to cum on my face..”He stares at you, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of your face covered in saliva ‘Fuck, you're something else...’ He grabs his dick, stroking it quickly as he watches you ‘I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face baby...’ I close my eyes and stick my tongue out. He moans loudly, his hand moving faster as he watches me prepare for his load. He unleashes a thick, hot load of cum all over my face, coating my skin, hair, and tongue in his seed ‘fuck baby..’ I take it off my eyes and open them. He stares at me, taking in the sight of his cum dripping down my face ‘Damn, you look even prettier like this...’ He gently runs his fingers through the sticky strands of hair on my face ‘My little messy angel...’

I wipe it off my face with my fingers and lick it off. He watches me lick his cum off my fingers, his dick already starting to twitch again ‘Fuck, you're insatiable... I think I'm addicted to you’ He pulls me up and crushes his lips against mines, tasting himself on my tongue. He breaks the kiss, panting ‘Need you... now...’ He roughly grabs me and pushes me up against the nearest wall, pressing his body against mine ‘Want to fuck you so hard...’ His hands roam over my body possessively ‘You ready for me?’ I immediately take my hoodie off and pants off. He looks me up and down, his eyes dark with lust ‘Fuck, you're gorgeous...’ He quickly pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside, revealing his toned chest and abs ‘Gonna fuck you so hard, baby...’

I nod biting my lip jumping into his arms and tongue kissing him, He catches me easily, one hand grasping my ass while the other tangles in my hair as he devours my mouth in a fierce kiss. His hardening cock presses against my stomach. He growls against my lips and carries you over to the bed, throwing me down onto it. ‘Spread those legs for me baby...’ I nod spreading them. He climbs onto the bed between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance .

‘You're so wet...’ He teases my opening with the head of his cock ‘Ready for me to stretch that tight little pussy?’ I nod, as he did not hold back. A wicked grin spreads across his face and he slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside me in one thrust. ‘Like that, baby?’ He begins to pound into me mercilessly, his hips moving at a brutal pace ‘Gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight..’ I moan softly. ‘’Matt’ He leans down, sucking at my neck as he continues to hammer into me.

‘So tight and wet... Fuck, you feel amazing...’ He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, changing the angle and going even deeper ‘Take it all, baby...’ my body slightly shakes. ‘mmph- Matt’ I moan, His pace quickens at the sound of his name on my lips. ‘Yeah, baby? Say my name again... while I'm fucking that sweet pussy...’ He leans down to whisper in my ear ‘You're close aren't you? I can feel your walls squeezing me...’ I couldn’t even think straight I was so cock drunk.

‘so big matt..’ i moan gripping the sheets. A deep growl escapes his throat at the way i stretch around him ‘Tell me how much you can take, baby... How much of my big cock can your little pussy handle?’ He reaches between us and finds my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. ‘c-can’t take it’ I cried.

He chuckles and pulls out almost completely, then slams back in, hitting my cervix ‘Too much huh? You can't handle all this dick...’ He does it again, pounding his hips against yours ‘Look at me, eyes on me...’ I try to keep them open as I moan uncontrollably. ‘Good girl... Now tell me who's fucking that tight little pussy?’ His abs contract with each powerful thrust, his fingers still working my clit

‘Tell me...’ He grinds his hips in a way that makes me gasp ‘That's my girl, fucking losing it...’ I grip his shoulders tightly. ‘mmh it’s yours Matt all yours..’ His pace quickens and he pulls out almost completely ‘Who does this belong to? Who's the only one allowed to fill this pretty little hole up?’ ‘you Matt only you’ I moan out. ‘Fuck yeah... Only me...’ His voice gets deeper, more primal. ‘"That's right, baby... This pussy is mine’ my eyes roll back as I moan uncontrollably.

His pace is brutal, his hips snapping back and forth as he fills me up completely ‘Say I’m Matt's girl...’ ‘I’m Matt’s girl..’ I moan out. ‘That's it... You're my fucking girl...’ He pulls out and flips me over onto my hands and knees ‘Now watch the mirror and watch me fill you up again...’ He lines himself up with my entrance and slams back in, his balls slapping against my clit. I grip the sheets crying out in pleasure.

‘Look at yourself... See how well you take my cock?’ He reaches around to play with my clit as he fucks me from behind ‘So goddamn beautiful... My girl, my pussy, my everything.’ I choked out a groan. ‘don’t stop don’t stop..’ the only thing I can repeat. ‘You like that, baby? Like watching me fuck you senseless?’ He leans down to kiss my shoulder, his hips never stopping their brutal pace ‘You're so close, I can feel it...’ ‘Matt please fuck ima cum’

‘Cum for me, baby... Show me who you belong to...’ He slams into me one last time and holds himself deep inside of me as he comes, his hot seed filling you up completely ‘Fuck...’ my body goes limp shaking, He collapses on top of me. His heavy breathing the only sound in the room for a moment, he eventually rolls off and pulls me onto his chest His arms wrapped around me. ‘told you id make you mine...’ i laughed softly.

‘I love you…’ I muttered out. ‘I love you too pretty girl’ He kisses the top of my head, his heart still racing from the intense sexual intimacy we just had "Now rest. We'll order some food and watch a movie later." He holds me close, feeling completely content and satisfied. ‘Perfect day.’ He said softly….

A/n: I hope you enjoyed sorry I took a break I got stuff I’m working on for you guys! And for my Chris girls keep an eye out ….

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[lilghostiequinni]

Rude

Main Masterlist Charles Masterlist

Pairing: Verstappen!Girlfriend!female reader x Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: Don't you just hate when your girlfriend loves your dogs more than you or when they take your spot in bed? Well, Charles does.

Requested: NO / yes

You met Charles through your twin brother when you were about 15 years old.

You didn't like going to your brother's kart races, but at the same time, you did like going to them, because when Max won races, it was like the world was right, nothing bad happened.

You didn't like it when Max lost because it meant something bad had happened.

It was conditioned into you from watching your brother for years that if Max failed, it was best to stay away from your dad for a few days to weeks or until Max won next, but sometimes even that wasn't good enough.

When you met Charles and you seen how his family and how family was supposed to work, you grew close to Charles.

For years, you avoided your feelings because you knew that your brother had become friends with the Monegasque and was close rivals on track.

You were afraid to say anything about how you felt because you were afraid of what your brother might say, who cares about everyone else, all you had in your life for the longest time was your brother.

You didn't want to disappoint him.

It wasn't until your brother literally locked you and Charles in a room within his apartment and refused to let you out that is until you confessed your feelings for each other.

It took all of an hour for the confession to happen and result in kissing, then turning into a full-on make-out until Max opened the door and interrupted but also saw one of his friends sucking face with his little sister.

About a year into your relationship with Charles, he asked you to move in, but you were hesitant because of the puppy you impulsively bought while Max and Charles were away for a race weekend.

Well, it was like three puppies, they were siblings, and the last three, you couldn't just leave them there.

They were Doberman, German Shepherd, and Husky mixes, and they were so cute.

When you told Max of your three little darlings, he laughed at you, then realized you weren't joking then he started laughing again, thinking of the reaction Charles would have.

Which, when you told him wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, but it could've been better.

But even after learning of your hellions, as Max started to call them after knowing them for an hour, Charles still insisted on moving in together.

Every time that Charles left for a race and you didn't go with him, the dogs took over his spot on the bed, laying with you as you slept, making sure that nothing happened to you.

When Charles had come home, for the first two nights he would have to fight off the dogs just to sleep.

So when he bought Leo, he thought that he would gain an ally against the other three, even if the two were still outnumbered, but no, that didn't happen.

The other three like to gain up on him, and Leo just joined in on the fun. It was not what Leo would just follow them he would actually help them.

Charles just gave up after a few months of trying to teach Leo to not help the other three dogs but he wasn't used to trying to, so he just gave up trying and let it happen most days.

Playing with the dogs most other times, it was actually really sweet what Charles did, playing with the hellions that you adopted without his knowledge, but even if he complains, he loves every minute of it because he's with you during them all.

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[cupidsbow00]

Ridin’

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, nsfw, MDNI, +18 content

In the tender glow of the morning sun, you wake up to the soft rhythm of Alex's breath, his chest rising and falling gently beneath you. The room is filled with the quiet hum of the city outside, but in here, it's just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your shared bed. You take a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his hair disheveled from the night, and his lips slightly parted in a peaceful slumber. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the fresh aroma of the coffee you brewed earlier.

You trace the lines of his face with your fingertips, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin. He stirs slightly at your touch, a soft smile playing on his lips as he murmurs your name in his sleep. The sound sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel a familiar warmth spreading through your body. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his cheeks, and finally, his lips. They are soft and inviting, and you can't help but deepen the kiss.

He wakes slowly, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. There's a moment of confusion, then recognition, and his smile widens. "Morning," he rasps, his voice thick with sleep and desire. "You're awake early."

"Morning," you whisper back, your breath hitching as he pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your back. You can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, and it makes your heart race. You straddle him, feeling his growing arousal press against you. He groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mmm, someone's eager," he teases, his eyes darkening with desire. "What do you want, beautiful?"

You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want you, Alex," you whisper, your voice husky with need. "I want to ride you, feel you deep inside me."

He shivers at your words, his hands tightening on your hips. "Fuck, you drive me crazy," he growls, flipping you over so he's on top. But you have other plans. You push him back, your hands on his chest, and he rolls over, a smirk on his face.

"You're not in control this morning," you say, your voice firm but playful. You straddle him again, this time taking control. You can feel his eyes on you, watching as you slowly lower yourself onto him. He's big, and it takes a moment for your body to adjust, but the sensation is electric. You moan, your head falling back as you start to move, grinding against him.

He watches you, his hands on your thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I love watching you like this. The way your body moves, the way you take control. It's fucking sexy."

You lean down, your hands on his chest, and kiss him deeply. "I love you, Alex," you whisper against his lips. "I love how you make me feel."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move with you, meeting your thrusts with his own. The room fills with the sound of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin. The tension builds, your body coiling tighter and tighter until you finally reach the edge and tumble over, waves of pleasure crashing over you. He follows soon after, his body shuddering as he finds his release, your name a whisper on his lips.

You collapse onto his chest, your body slick with sweat, your heart pounding in your ears. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and you can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. You press a kiss to his chest, then look up at him, a soft smile on your lips.

"Good morning," you say, your voice breathless.

He chuckles, his fingers tangling in your hair. "The best morning ever," he agrees, pulling you in for a kiss. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, the sweetness of his lips, and it makes you want more. But for now, you're content to lie here, wrapped in each other's arms, your bodies entwined.

[hoshifighting]

so...a thought struck me, what if mingyu decided to teach reader how to pleasure herself since he’d be gone for quite a while due to touring and something just doesn’t feel right? Reader starts whining and admits that “it feels so much better when you do it” 😭

Mingyu watching you masturbating / fingering you!

warnings: smut, fingering, squirting, voyeurism, masturbation (all f. receiving)

having an artist boyfriend was something you got used to over the years. you always cheered for him because you knew the love and passion he had for his career, his fans, and his members.

you were with Mingyu before he debuted, and there was something you needed to be well aware of from the beginning—the tours.

your boyfriend spent weeks, if not months, away from home. of course, sometimes you would join him, but you never spent a lot of time together because of his busy schedule.

during this time, you would pass like in celibacy. you would not please yourself, just as he asked you not to.

he had his needs too, but he always got worried because you would rather stay without masturbating, just feeling needy by yourself when he wasn't home.

so when he came home, you always had the best sex of your life, every time.

Mingyu stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you spread out before him. you lay back, fingers delicately circling your clit, your other hand squeezing your breast, moaning softly at your own touch. his gaze was intense, filled with both longing and lust.

"touch yourself for me, baby," he instructed, his voice a deep, commanding whisper.

your breath hitched, a shiver running through you at his words. "like this?" you asked, fingers moving faster over your sensitive bud.

"yes, just like that," he growled, his eyes never leaving your body. "I want to see you come undone before I leave. let me watch you, every second of it."

you moaned louder, your body arching slightly as you followed his instructions. "Mingyu... I can't believe you're making me do this."

he smirked, stepping closer to the bed. " keep going, don't stop."

your fingers moved with more urgency now, your breathing becoming ragged. "I wish you were touching me," you panted, eyes locked on his.

he bit his lip, his own arousal evident. "soon, baby. but for now, I want you to show me how badly you need me. how badly you miss my touch."

your hips bucked involuntarily, your body craving release. "Mingyu, please…"

"faster," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I want to see you cum for me. make yourself cum for me."

you obeyed, your fingers working furiously, your moans growing louder, filling the room. "I'm so close," you whimpered, your body trembling on the edge.

"that's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice softening slightly. "let go for me. cum for me."

with a final, desperate cry, you cum, your body convulsing with pleasure. your arousal dripped from your hole, and Mingyu bit his lips to keep himself from diving between your legs to taste you.

"put one finger inside," he instructed, his voice husky and thick with desire.

your breath was still uneven as you complied, your fingers slick with your own juices. you slowly slid a finger inside, feeling your walls clench around the intrusion. "like this?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Mingyu's eyes darkened, his gaze locked on the sight of your finger disappearing inside you. "yes, baby. just like that," he growled. "now, add another one. I want to see you stretch yourself for me."

you whimpered, adding another finger, your back arching at the sensation. "Mingyu…"

he groaned, barely holding back his own arousal.

your two fingers squelched with the song of your wet pussy, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. you felt so exposed, your boyfriend watching you intently, doing nothing but observing. the weight of his gaze made your skin tingle, the embarrassment mixing with arousal.

Mingyu's mind was a whirlwind, picturing you touching yourself while he was overseas, already making him feel dizzy with need. the thought of you so needy, so desperate without him, had his blood boiling. he had to steady himself, his knees faltering at the image.

"Is it good?" he asked, his voice low and thick with desire.

"It feels so much better when you do it," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper.

those words made Mingyu's knees nearly give out. he clenched his fists, trying to maintain control. "fuck, baby," he groaned, his eyes darkening with intensity. "you have no idea what you do to me."

he watched as your fingers moved faster, your hips bucking in response. "I need you, Mingyu," you whimpered, your eyes locking with his. "please."

Mingyu couldn't hold back any longer. with a swift movement, he was on the bed, his hands replacing yours. "let me take over," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside you, finding that perfect rhythm that made you cry out.

your body arched against him, your hands clutching at his arms. "yes, Mingyu. just like that!" you moaned, feeling the pleasure build rapidly.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "you better remember this when I'm gone," he growled softly. "and know that I'll be thinking of this every night."

you nodded, too lost in the sensation to respond. his fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

It was embarrassing how quickly Mingyu could wash an orgasm over you with just his fingers. your abdomen trembled with sensitivity, and the knot in your stomach tightened almost unbearably.

you arched your back, feeling the heat pooling in your core as Mingyu’s fingers expertly massaged your g'spot, curving upwards with a precision that left you breathless.

a choked moan escaped your lips, followed by a desperate cry. Mingyu continued his relentless assault on your spongy spot, his fingers working you over with an almost possessive intensity. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“oh, Mingyu,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I can’t… I’m going to…”

“yes, you can,” Mingyu growled, his voice rough and commanding. “I want you to cum for me. Let go.”

with his words, the knot inside you unraveled. your body tensed completely, every muscle going rigid as the orgasm crashed over you in powerful waves. your cries filled the room, raw and uncontrollable, as Mingyu’s fingers never let up, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

you felt your walls pulse around his fingers, the wet sounds of your release mixing with your heavy breathing. Mingyu’s other hand came up to steady you, his eyes dark and full of desire as he watched you come undone.

“fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers slowing their movement but never leaving you, keeping you grounded in the aftermath of your climax.

"can I do something before I leave?" Mingyu asked, his voice low and teasing. you looked at him, confused, trying to catch your breath.

before you could respond, one of his hands pressed down on your belly, his fingers curling fast and hard against your g'spot again. you screamed, your body jerking as you tried to squirm away, but he held you firmly in place. the hand on your belly and the relentless assault on your most sensitive spot made your mind go blank.

"Mingyu, please!" you pleaded, your voice a desperate mix of arousal and overstimulation.

he just smiled, his expression one of satisfied determination. "just one more, baby. I know you can do it," he murmured.

“Mingyu, wait, I—” you try to protest, but the words turn into a moan as his fingers move with relentless speed.

The hand on your belly and the fingers on that spot—he knows exactly what he’s doing.

you let out a strangled moan, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of something even more intense than before. the pressure builds until you can’t hold back, and with a final cry, you squirt all over his hands, arms, and the bed.

Mingyu’s face lights up with a satisfied smile as he watches you, his eyes filled with pride and desire. your legs tremble pathetically, your body completely spent. you sulk at him, embarrassed.

he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I just wanted to give you something to remember me by...” he whispers.