#breast enhancement pump

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It seems like lactation supplements are the way to go for you! Keep taking your T, but encourage what's left of your breasts to begin swelling with milk, growing fatter and fuller as you produce more and more of the stuff. You'll get all of the horny side effects of the T, ratcheting up your libido, combined with the erotic sight of your tits getting bigger day by day until your manhood starts leaking out through your nipples.

Of course, with your body making milk, it'd probably start demanding that there be a reason why, your womb screaming out to be filled with virile, potent cum. After that, it becomes a contest to see which can win out, your artificial T or your natural pregnancy hormones.

you're so right, and honestly i would love to start growing my tits like that! staying on T means staying horny, which means staying committed to growing my tits bigger and milkier. until just looking down at my swollen udders makes my cunt throb, at which point i can only imagine the boost my tits will get when i finally go off T. not to mention what'll happen to them when i inevitably get knocked up!

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Just A Taste.

Synopsis: Gojo wants to taste readers breast milk •⩊•

Pairing: Gojo xFem!Reader Content: some plot, mostly nasty stuff, no penetrative sex, nursing handjob, ADULT NURSING, he tries to convince reader to let him suck a lil sum, gojo being weird, mentions he didn't have a mom, BREASTFEEDING, mommy kink if you squint, PREGNANCY KINK, whiny satoru, overall just a lot of nipple and breast play

Dedicated to: @busyreader17 , my beloved for hyping me up to write this, ty<;33

(a.n) why do I only ever write about gojo being a pregnancy freak? has to be studied. wrote this listening to very dramatic classical music

MDNI

Gojo has always been hard headed, never thinking twice on talking back or starting an argument just to prove he was right. And that little quirk about him only enhanced when his child was born.

Even if you were the one who spent countless hours in the emergency room trying to give birth to his big headed child- Satoru insisted that he knew best for his offspring. And in extension- he knew what was best for you. 

“Formula isn't good enough for my child.” he retorted when you mentioned how painful it was to breastfeed his gnawing child.

And when you'd bring up that you were ready to start working again- “You don't have to work- that's why you have me.” 

Little by little Gojo started dictating most of the aspects of your life. There was little to no resistance from you though- you didn't mind his overbearing fatherly tendencies when it came to protecting his family.

But there was one thing, just one thing you'd complain about if you could.

As stubborn as Satoru was in day to day life- he was equally, if not more stubborn in bed. Especially in one specific area.

Gojo begged. Begged on his knees as he watched you pump. Sitting on the couch and bouncing your knee as his hands held onto your calf, “I just want to taste-” he pouted, eyebrows pinched upwards. 

“Satoru.” you gritted through your teeth- hearing the whirr of the machine on your chest. He sighed as he placed his forehead to your knee, mumbling something about how mean you were to him.

This newfound need to taste the milk from your breasts was mildly irritating, not being able to take your shirt off without his eyes prying- parting his lips before asking again.  

Satoru would be lying if he said that anytime your breasts would leak against his chest midway through fucking- it didn’t take every ounce of strength he had to not trail his lips down to your puffy nipple. 

So, so, very tempting. But he'd refrain from acting on his urges, knowing you'd probably shake him off or tell him to stop completely. So instead of doing it without your permission, he settled on asking you anytime he could. 

At first you thought this was just him wanting to know what it tasted like, but when you offered him a small sip from a cup he said- “If i'm gonna drink it, I want it straight from the source.” to which you said, “I guess you're never gonna taste it then.” before tossing the small sip down the sink. 

He must've asked 3 times a day. Gojo needed it so bad- he would beg on his knees at your feet, looking up at you like an abused puppy that you were being far too cruel to.

And you always said no. 

But, your objections sounded like ‘maybe one day’ to his ears. 

So one very early morning, 4 maybe 5 am- you were standing at the kitchen counter, holding the little pumping machine to your right breast as your face churned with a grimace. Your nipples were sore, from the machine sucking harshly and from how often you had to do it.

You had just started filling one of the little bottles, and as though Gojo knew what you were doing, he walked in. Squinting at you, almost asking what you were doing at this hour- till his eyes landed on your breasts you didn't bother to cover. “Go back to sleep, I'll be done soon.” you muttered in a groggy voice as the whirring woke Satoru up from the hazy state he was in. 

He took a few steps towards you- resting his elbows on the counter as he watched the machine milk you. Jealous that a stupid machine had the right to and he didn't. 

The sun not even breaching the skyline made the room dim and dusky. 

You didn't mind if he watched- but that's all you'd ever grant him. But directly after sex- when his chest would be drippng with the light cream colored liquid that leaked from your breasts while he fucked you- and as he looked down to his sculped body in the bathroom, the sink running on a hand towel as you waited for him to come back to help clean you up.

His fingers couldn't help but swipe at the liquid before placing it on his tongue. The whisper of your taste on his tongue made one thing clear in his mind. If he couldn’t wrap his lips around your nipple and suck till there was nothing left- if you wouldn’t grant him that one favor, the closest thing he had was to fuck you in missionary from now on. Hoping one day he would ask you mid way through- and you’d be too fucked out to say anything but yes.  

True if he really wanted to taste you- he could just reach into the freezer and thaw a bag of the pumped milk to try it. But he didn't just want to taste it- he wanted to feel it fill his mouth directly from the source. How warm it would be as it slid down his throat. And god- from the small tastes he's gotten, it's so sweet. You taste so fucking sweet.

His eyes watched as the plastic bottle filled up with milk, almost hypnotized by the liquid. You winced as the machine sucked at your sore nipple, which only made the cogs in Satoru’s brain start churning with schemes. 

With soft eyes he fluttered his white eyelashes up to you, “Does it hurt?” he whispered, looking at your expression that looked more irritated than pained. You nodded your head slowly, “It feels like when your foot is asleep,” you muttered, “but not the ‘numb’ kind of asleep, like the kind that hurts anytime you move it.” you continued as you closed your eyes, exhausted and very ready to go back to bed. 

Satoru raised himself from the counter, taking steps over to you as you felt his presence loom next to you. “Nd you have to do it all the time too-” he scoffed, playing the sympathy card so you'd think he was on your side. 

He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, “They always look so full,”  he murmured against your skin, you hummed in response, agreeing with what he was saying as he wrapped his hand around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “So painful.” he hummed as his hands dared to trace up your bare torso. 

“I can help, y’know.” The tone he said those words sounded sincere- almost as though he was just trying to make this easier for you, you let out a hum in disbelief, “Unless you're a baby who refuses to latch- no you can't.” you mumbled with a groggy voice. 

Your words came out as a retort- but in Gojo’s ears they sounded like a challenge. 

It was true, his child had the same stubborness as Satoru, refusing to eat anything that didn’t come from a plastic bottle. Thus the pumping and the overproduction of milk that was piled high in the freezer by now. You had half the mind to sell it or empty them down the drain, I mean what child is gonna drink that much? Even if it was a Gojo heir- no child drinks that much milk. 

But the thought pained Satoru, it only reminded him of the times where that frozen milk could have been in his mouth rather than in plastic bags. 

Satoru kept a light touch as his hand trailed to the side of your ribs, scooping the bottom of the free breast you hadn’t pumped yet. Feeling the weight in his hand as he lifted it lightly, and you were just tired enough to let him. “They're so heavy.” he whispered in a coo as you blinked your eyes open, fully registering what he was trying to do. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Don't be gross, ‘toru.” you spoke in a clearer voice, earning a small laugh to ring into your ear as his hand gently grasped the side of your full breast. “What's gross about wantin’ to help?” He murmured in your ear, his hand keeping a light graze as his pointer finger brushed past your tender nipple, you hissed at the feeling causing Satoru to hum an understanding ‘I know.’ into your ear. 

You couldn't see his face but you were sure he was pleased with himself, “That's all I wanna do.” his words sounded wholehearted. Almost earnest as his large hand held onto your breast with a light touch, “I'll be sooo gentle, I promise.” he closed his eyes feeling your breast fill his palm with ease, “I just wanna help you,” he whispered as he pressed the off button on the little machine, guiding your hand to place it on the counter as he pressed an honest kiss to your ear. 

You knew that filling those little bottles would have taken way too long, then the thought of how much faster it would be if you let him- “Let me help you.” 

Satoru’s silver tongue was never your favorite part of him, you never liked how easy it was for him to hide the truth behind seemingly sincere words. 

His brushing fingertips against your sore nipples didn't help either, his fingers were very, very close to squeezing the suede ring of color around the hardened peak- Satoru wanted to see if small rivulets would spurt out of your nipples if he squeezed. 

You inhaled feeling the warm pads of his fingertip caress at your tender nipple. If Satoru wasn't trying to convince you of something, you'd admit it felt nice. You scoffed, “Don't make it nasty ‘toru-” you caved, sighing with an exhausted tone, feeling his warm palms lift your heavy breasts.

Gojo’s mouth had been salivating from the second he walked into the kitchen, and as you said those words he gulped hard. “Course not~” he mumbled, allowing the truth to seep out in his words. 

And as he guided you to sit onto the couch as you've done plenty of times when you'd pump, he already knew how he wanted to be fed, he had thought about it over and over again. And settled on this position, his back was pressed against the tops of your thighs. His long legs extended onto the couch- unashamed of his cock rising from staring at the cream droplet that threatened to fall from your nipple.

Even if this act was obscene and borderlining on too far- you were grateful he didn't make any teasing remarks on how little it took for him to convince you this time. That and how his mouth would have been filled soon enough, so you wouldn't worry about that. 

Your hand was on the back of his head, fingers filled with lily white hair as he fought back a smile. Only the gleam in his eyes showed you just how excited he was. Satoru’s lips parted as his eyes darted back and forth from your sore nipple up to your face that was warm with embarrassment. All but asking for permission as you watched his bottom lip quiver in anticipation. 

With pinched eyebrows, you guided his head towards your aching breast, Gojo’s lips parted awaiting your puffy nipple. His tongue covered the bottom of his teeth- a low groan rumbled onto your skin as he lightly pressed his parted lips onto the skin around your nipple.

You watched with a grimace look on your face, not knowing why he would offer this- let alone enjoy it. 

Satoru’s tongue circled at your hardening nipple, lapping softly as he tried to keep his promise of being gentle as the essence of the milk lingered on his tongue. A small huff left your lip as he rested his tongue at the bottom of your nipple, protecting it from his pearly teeth. 

His hands rested atop his tummy as you caressed the back of his scalp, you nodded your head as a form of permission, giving Satoru the ‘ok’ that he could start- his lips were slow to start sucking, pulling your nipple further into his mouth with a lactogenic motion from his tongue.

Before now, Satoru wasn't fully sure how to nurse if you let him, he knew it wasn't like just sucking your nipple. But the second he felt the sore apex of your breast press against the roof of his mouth, sucking in as much of your breast as he could, his tongue massaged the bottom of your tit to coax the milk to come out. 

The motion came to him as an instinct, as though nursing was engraved in his marrow from the minute he was pulled into this world. 

It took very little effort to pull milk to the surface. But the moan that reverberated onto your breast from a fat droplet hitting Satoru’s tongue- it was bordering on pornographic. It was as though he saw the pearly gates of heaven when the droplet infiltrated the taste buds of his tongue.

No matter how much fantasizing he did, or any of the ghost-like tastes- nothing. Nothing, could have prepared him for how fucking heavenly you tasted.

Your milk was warm, thick enough to leave a light cast on his tongue as he tried to suckle more liquid from your nipple. Gojo’s mouth was latched onto you in a way you knew it would hurt to pull him off.

Satoru’s gaze threatened to shut as you looked down at him. His head coddled in your hand as he kept faltering eye contact with you. Only making this feel even more salacious than it should have. 

No, this was only supposed to be a way for him to help- a way to remove the aching pressure from your breasts and save some time.

But that look in his eyes, the way his eyebrows were furrowed- almost as though he was sucking your tit in spite. 

That was till a bigger wave of your milk rushed into his mouth, earning an almost anguished whimper to pulse against your skin.

Your eyes squinted trying to figure out if he was exaggerating- only the way his eyes struggled to stay open, the blush across his cheeks and the satisfied smile on the perked corners of his lips, convinced you he was being genuine. 

With every ooze of the prized liquid he suckled from your plump breast, Satoru swallowed. Not wanting any to spill from his lips as you placed your hand on his chest that was threatening to start hyperventilating. Too focused on suckling as much milk as he could to even consider keeping a steady breathing pattern. The warmth of his mouth on your tender nipple was soothing, comforting almost.

Gojo’s eyes were half lidded and hazy- trying his very best not to let them roll to the back of his head as the dulcet milk trickled down his throat. 

Unwillingly a small whimper fled his latched lips as his eyes closed, chest heaving from the taste of you coating his mouth. You huffed a small breath from his greedy tongue sucking harder on your nipple. 

Rubbing your hand on his chest to soothe the little whimpers that rumbled your breast, thankful his eyes were closed when they rolled to the back of his head. His trapped cock was shouting at him for attention, be it instinct or just wanting to relieve the ache- his hand slowly trailed down his tummy, only your eyes were too focused on his seemingly intoxicated expression to notice. 

Your hand holding his head up started rubbing gently at his scalp, seeing frustration form on his delicate features- unknowing why. But you were almost trying to soothe him as whimpers vibrated onto your breast. Watching his eyebrows furrow and the growing blush on his cheeks to deepen as his eyes fluttered open.

Looking up at you from the slightly obstructed view from below, your palm on his chest being able to feel how hard his heart was beating. And as your eyebrows furrowed with a breathy sigh- you watched the familiar look in Satoru’s eyes glimmer past white lashes. 

You inhaled sharply, feeling his tongue trail from massaging the bottom of your nipple to the little mound that provided the milk. Tracing the tip of his tongue on your bud causing you to hiss his name in a warning. 

That's all it took for him to continue suckling on your sore nipple. You were about to rest back onto the couch with a sigh, caressing the back of his head as you felt relief wash over your shoulders, allowing him to take what he needed and then some. 

That was till your eye caught his bicep flexing- and you trailed your eyes down his pale arm parting your lips in shock as you watched his unashamed hand palm himself through his gray sweats. 

You huffed- only it came out in a breathy sigh rather than in the reprimanding tone you meant it to. Satoru only moaned as he heard his name fall from your lips, feeling his mouth suck rougher in order to pull more milk from your heavy breast that threatened to suffocate his nose.

His hand hesitantly removed itself from the stiff bulge of his sweats, landing on your wrist that was on his chest. His hazy cerulean eyes filled with the kind of mist you only see when he's premeditated something long before you knew of it.

Satoru’s fingers wrapped around your wrist as he greedily drank from your nipple, so greedily that the corners of his mouth were threatening to leak the honeyed fluid- he was suckling so much, he couldn't swallow fast enough.  

And as the little droplets stained the sides of Gojo’s jaw, trailing down his pale skin- he led your hand to extend over to his strained bulge. Knowing if you truly were uncomfortable by this, you would've pulled away the second you saw him palming himself.

You inhaled as his hand led you to his cock by your wrist, gasping softly with a tingle on your cheeks from how hard he was. Satoru placed his larger hand atop yours, pressing it onto his painful erection with a whine rippling through your skin. 

You flashed your eyes from the gray fabric that trapped his neglected cock, back to his eyes. Threatening to blink shut as you kept a gentle grasp on his bulge. Even if he was the one in your lap, nursing at your breast in a way that can only be described as voracious. That look on his face was smug, almost as though he was right this entire time and you were the hard headed one.

Satoru trailed his hand onto your forearm, smiling to himself as you started softly palming his prominent bulge. 

Your eyebrows were pinched upwards, trying very, very hard not to shift your thighs beneath his back to relieve the ache forming between them.

You felt bad, like the only reason he was palming himself- almost in a sad way, was because you allowed this to happen. It wasn't guilt- but you wanted to apologize in some way. 

Satoru’s mouth suckled in no pattern, his only goal was to drain every single gush of milk you offered. No matter how fervent he must've looked right now, he didn’t care. As long as he could feel your warmth in his throat- your taste coating the cavern of his mouth- he didn’t care if he looked like a starved man.

You sighed almost in pity as he let out various throaty whimpers, firmening your fingers around the print in his sweats. “Oh ‘toru~” you soothed, knowing how hard he was- it had to be painful. Your cheeks tingling and warm as his hips bucked up into your hand for more friction. 

And as your hand cradled onto the back of his head, you maneuvered the hand on his bulge to free it from its torment. 

For the first time since he latched onto your nipple, his lips parted from your breast with a low moan. The cold morning air hitting his pinkening tip causing him to furrow his eyebrows, but all it took was for the feeling to settle before he attached onto your draining nipple once more.

You didn't hesitate to place your hand onto his base, feeling the light trails of his precum on his shaft from how worked up he was, tempting a gasp to leave his lips, you looked at him.

And as though he was made to do it- Satoru lightly ran his tongue at your budding nipple, lapping up the white sweetness that leaked from your breast. 

You kept a light touch on his cock, his hand on your upper arm before gently resting it on the swell of your other breast. Thinking to himself how rude of him that he was neglecting your other equally tender nipple. 

Satoru lightly thumbed your nipple, feeling light drips wet his thumb. Enticing you to slowly start stroking him, stopping your grasp right before your fingers could roll onto his flushed tip. Knowing he wouldn't last long if you worked over his cockhead. 

The moans that rumbled from Gojo’s throat and onto your sensitive skin were full of desperation and bliss. You watched him in almost pity- trickles of your milk falling from the sides of his lips, making trails of white drip down his cheeks.

It didn’t take long for him to finish draining your breast, somewhere in his mind he knew there was nothing left in your left tit, but that didn't stop him from trying to slurp up any remaining droplets.

Gojo’s cheeks felt like they were boiling on his face, and with one last lap of your nipple, he unlatched from your breast. Huffing softly as his breath tickled your damp nipple, he looked up at you, an amazed and out of breath expression formed on his face as you wiggled your eyebrows. 

It was embarrassing, the way your milk left trails of a light white film on his cheeks, the way he was breathing heavily with his cock in your hand. Vulnerable. 

Satoru saw your flushed face- and to comfort you he raised himself from the tops of your thighs lightly, keeping a massaging hand on your unsucked breast as he pressed his plump lips to yours.

It was filthy- Mouths dancing against each other in pure delirium. Being able to taste yourself on his tongue- on his spit laced with milk. It was like Gojo did that to show you just how exquisite you tasted. Only for your hand to keep its snail pace, avoidant of his crying tip. 

His lips pulled from yours, looking into your eyes and thumbing your weeping white nipple. Soft opened mouth moans coming from his lips as your hand stroked tenderly.

Rare were the times when Satoru was silent during intimacy, usually babbling teasing nonsense. But this time, the carnal look in his eye told you everything you needed to know. His senseless prattling wasn't even a thought in his mind right now, burning beneath his skin was pure and utter hunger. Hunger, to taste you- to drink from you. To nurse, over and over again. 

The one thought that lingered in his mind was to make sure to keep you pregnant- keep you in a state to continue producing the warm comfort he hardly had as a child. 

Gojo licked his bottom lip, mouth salivating as he felt the warm liquid trickle onto his palm. He leaned back slightly, looking down to your swollen nipple rolling between his fingers. Then trailing his gaze to your slow stroking hand, Gojo was sure he had never been so hard in his life till now. 

He licked his lips before cupping the side of your heavy breast in his palm, slowly shifting himself down to align himself with your right breast. Your hand followed the back of his scap, guiding him to latch onto your dripping nipple. 

Satoru opened his mouth, closing his eyes when he felt the skin of your breast fill his mouth again. Running his tongue across your neglected nipple and tasting the essence his fingers had squeezed out. A throaty whine leaving his nose as he started suckling, so enthralled by your taste and the gentle way you stroked him. Keeping his kneading hand on the side of your breast to assist in guiding more milk into his mouth.

Your cheeks were warm, tingling from how lewd he looked at that moment. The little whimpers that came from him didn't help either. 

Happily, Satoru let those unfiltered whines pour from him, if it meant you'd know how much he was enjoying himself. 

And as your hand slightly passed his tip on the upturn, he gasped against you. Almost as a warning, he sucked harder on your sore nipple in return. Gojo let out muffled cries from your hand stroking past his tip, even if you couldn't see it- his eyes were rolled to the back of his head as he suckled instinctively. You looked away from his face- churned with an insatiable greed. 

Looking at his pinkening cock in your hand as the veins on his lower abdomen stood proud beneath his skin. His chest was heaving once more, forced to take heavy inhales through his nose as he felt the knot in his tummy tighten. 

Satoru’s whines started to rumble louder against you, watching an inhale reach down his torso, his tummy caving from how hard he exhaled. He was so close. So fucking close and fighting it at this point. You could see it in his scrunched eyebrows and desperate suckles. 

You lightly scratched your nails onto his scalp, “It’s okay ‘toru,” you sighed softly, gaining his cerulean eyes to open slightly and look up at you. You were flustered sure, but you wanted to assure Satoru that he could cum whenever he liked. He didn't need to hold off for your sake. 

Only when he saw the soft smile on your lips- something deep within him snapped. It didn't click before, even with your hand tenderly stroking him and your tit in his mouth, even as he was nursing directly from your breast. It still didn't click. 

But when you soothed his whimpers, the tender smile you had on your lips as he took and took from you. The nurturing tone you assured him with. That's when it made sense. That's when he realized why he had been longing to help you in this way. 

Before he didn’t really question it- thought it was just something weird he found hot amongst all his other strange fantasies. But now. Now it made sense. 

Your mind was a mess, barely able to process the words that fell from your lips naturally. Gojo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as you polished his cockhead, his hips bucking up into it in response. You watched as he let go of that final reservation, sucking harshly causing more of your milk to spill from the corners of his lips with frustrated whines. Being able to feel his orgasm tighten in his stomach. 

The hand on your breast was practically milking you, squeezing milk into his mouth rather than his tongue nursing at it, his nose was scrunched as he exhaled a ragged breath through his nose. Your nipple was starting to ache from the vibrating whimpers and moans, and instead of telling him to stop, you raked your fingers through his hair gently. “Shh, I know, I know.” you crooned, keeping a steady pace on his cock as he simmered his whimpers. 

Ever since Satoru told you he had little to no memories of his mother, you knew he had mommy issues. And when he started asking to taste your milk you were hesitant, knowing once that pandora's box was opened there was no use trying to close it again.

Only as you looked down at him, how content and blissful he looked- unlike anything you've ever seen before, you didn't mind if it didn’t close again. 

Satoru parted his eyes, feeling his orgasm slowly slip in his tummy, you watched as his eyes fluttered back to his head- mumbling something in the sound of ‘m’cummi-’ against your skin as you sped up your pace. His hips twitching up into your hand as you jerked him quickly, his lungs could barely handle how little air he was inhaling, his brain fuzzy as he slurped and lapped at your nipple. 

Gojo saw stars as you stroked him past the pinnacle you worked him up, his eyes squinted harshly as his lips unlatched from your breast, throaty groans mixed with whines fell from his lips as his orgasm oozed over your hand. When your thumb caressed the opening on his tip, his cock spurted out another pump of his cum with a whine. 

As you helped work through his orgasm, smaller pumps of his seed assisted in the wet strokes you gave him, Satoru latched back onto your breast with a content sigh, needing to drain as much as he could, his cock slowly softening in your hand. 

And as he drank the rest of your milk you rested your hand on his lower belly, waiting for him to finish taking what he needed. His mouth wasn’t suckling as frantically nor hurried as before. You relished in the warmth his lips provided with a sigh, closing your eyes as the sun started rising. Being able to see the light through your closed eyes. 

When Satoru couldn't taste any more milk coming from your drained breast, he hesitantly pulled away. Resting his head in your hand as he looked up to the ceiling hazily, milk drunk as your breasts obstructed his view.

He inhaled, “Throw away that stupid machine.” you sighed, knowing he’s hated the breast pump since he saw you use it for the first time. 

“What am I gonna do when you're not around?” you murmured, thinking of a world where you wouldn't have access to a pump. 

“Call me and I'll find you.” 

You let out a small laugh. Leaning your back onto the couch as Satoru setted on your hand. “So fucking weird.” You murmured, hearing him let out a smiley breath. 

Satoru sat up, turning to you with an endearing gaze, “Only cause I like you soooo much.” he claimed, pressing a kiss onto your temple before standing. Reaching out for your hand, ignoring the mess on his tummy, pulling you to stand as he led you to the master bathroom. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” you muttered behind him, watching him halt his steps and looking back at you, “What?” he asked with a smug smile and creased eyebrows. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “...Breakfast?” not understanding what was confusing about the question. 

Satoru scoffed, “What for? You just fed me.” he spoke sweetly, watching the grimace on your face churn with an appalled ‘ugh!’ as you snapped your hand away from his. You scoffed as he reached for your hand again, pulling you into his arms. Peppering kisses over your features as you groaned.

“You’re so nasty.” you scoffed as he stepped forward, leading you into the bathroom with various kisses on your cheeks. 

You were sure this little activity Satoru found so much attraction in, would make its way into your daily routine. Only you didn't mind it as much as you thought you would.

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writing this added 3 years to my life dead ass.

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forest floor

raider!Joel x f!reader - 1360 words

A/N: Can definitely read alone, but in series context, this answers, when sweet pea escapes, what if Joel catches her in the woods? The smut is greatly enhanced by this media. Ty anon. I also wanna shoutout those asks who wanted this before.

WARNINGS: 18+ angst, pursuit, inner conflict, manhandling, dubcon unsafe piv, hair pulling, spit, choking adjacent.

You can't take anything from Joel Miller. When he sees you're missing, his stomach drops. His face gets cold, all his muscles tense.  His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, then cracks his neck with a sharp tilt of his head. He can't believe you would do this. Someone must have taken you. He has half a mind to go into the house and do a head count, see who else is missing. But there's no time for that. Not a second to waste.

He scans the treeline. That's where someone would go if they were smart. That's where they'd take you if they didn't want the wrath of God, and worse - the wrath of Joel. With his rifle on his back, arms pumped up, he heads into the woods, stalking you like an animal - eyes wide open, cursing his impaired hearing.  He'll find them. Them. You couldn't have run, that's not how things are. He takes care of you, protects you, and you know it's for your own good. He can tell by the way you tilt your hips for him, push back on him, and sigh. He can tell 'cause in your sleep, you feel safe in his arms. You'll even lay your little hand on his arm sometimes.

When Joel the hunter calls out, "Stop right there," you're not running as fast as you can. Not even close. "Don't wanna hurt ya," he booms. "But I will if I have to."  You don't want to run, not really, not from Joel. It was a look from Jackson that put you over the edge. You'd already heard him talking about you with his buddy. And then, when Joel was occupied, he came over and stared you down, head to toe. Wet his lips and bit his teeth. "You aren't supposed to look at me," you reminded him. He snickered quietly, took a step back, looking at your body, then turned and left you alone.

You want to believe Joel can protect you. But the feeling that you *should* run still pulls at you. How could you willingly stay, surrounded by all these disgusting men who look at you like a piece of meat to carve up?  You *have to* run, just this once. And if you aren't meant to escape, you'll get caught. And you'll be good for him. If he lets you, you realize and your mouth goes dry. Your stomach twists at the realization that if he can't have you, surely no one can.  You stumble and trip on a fallen branch.

You start to get up, and hear a click that makes you sick. Hit with a tsunami of regret, you hang your head. Why'd you do this? The snap of twigs under his heavy boots looms closer. You collapse into the ground and he says, "Stay." 

His faint shadow eclipses you, obscured mostly by the forest, but you can make out a tilt of his head before he drops to his knees, straddling you. His hand clamps around the back of your neck. “What the hell are ya doin’? Tryin’ to get bit or worse?”

I'm sorry,” you choke out into the leaves tickling your mouth. 

“Don't you move an inch.” He grabs the back of your shirt as though it's the scruff of your neck, and when he's lifted your chest up, he wraps an arm around it. He gropes your breast, and desire swells in your loins. Maybe he'll just fuck you, if you're lucky. 

He manhandles you, flipping you over into your back, then wraps his hand under your chin. Not a full-on choke, but a threat. His head hovers over yours with eyes like dark thunderheads. A breeze rustles the leaves and it feels like the wind of a storm. 

“I'm sorry,” you repeat. 

He studies your face and repeats, “you're sorry,” with a dismissive nod.

“God *damnit*, sweet pea.” The pet name gives you hope. He squeezes a little tighter. Even then, it doesn't feel like he wants to hurt you. You even wonder if he knows he's putting pressure in just the right place to feel a little good. But his eyes tell a different story - it's not about making you feel good. His voice becomes calm, but grave. "You ain't gonna try this again," he warns.

"I won't," you whisper. "I wasn't thinking straight." His nose twitches with a snarl as he searches your eyes. He punctuates the warning with a tighter squeeze, and you cough.

His hand leaves your neck and urgently undoes your pants. “How sorry are ya?” He asks darkly as he yanks them down. 

“Real sorry,” you answer, “I dunno what I was thinking, I-”

“Lost your goddamn mind,” he answers as he pulls your pants off, and your panties along with them. He throws them aside with disgust that he even has to mess with them. He lets you keep the shoes, and it makes you wonder if he’s not going to let you put your pants back on. Is he going to take you back to the house like this? Your shirt will probably cover you, but...

"There's dangerous people out here," he says.

Joel pulls down his own jeans, freeing his fat cock, mostly erect. You bend your knees up and make room for him. By habit you expect to earn a good girl, but you don't deserve one, not right now.

He slams all the way into you with a grunt, propelling you back a couple of inches, leaves clinging to your hair as your head slides across them. You wince with the burn, but you're wetter than you think you should be, and it doesn't take long for your body to catch up, even though he allows you no time. He lets out an animalistic grunt with each thrust. His first few thrusts aren't fast but they're sharp and deep, so deep, like he's stabbing you with his cock. He pauses and dick throbs against your tight walls and further stiffens, grows, full mast.

Then he picks up the pace and doesn't let up on the power. As he fucks you, he gets even stiffer, louder, more animalistic. He pounds you hard and rough, balls slapping against you. He's feral and loud. He looks down at your body, not at your eyes. He slows down only to pull your shirt up over your tits and watches them bounce with each thrust. When he does look at your face, he scowls. He grabs a fist full of your hair, holding it tight in his fist with his forearm braced on the ground. He growls, "you're mine."

Then he bottoms out brutally and his other hand squeezes your jaw so your mouth opens. He spits, and you nearly choke on his spit. As you swallow, he says, "don't you ever forget it."

He growls and grunts and pounds you deep and sharp, unrelenting in pace and power. Your walls give a warning twitch, and you're torn between letting yourself cum or not - on one hand, maybe it'd calm him down. On the other hand, you're ashamed--too bad, turns out you can't help it. You hold your lips together as it begins then release them with a sigh as your climax continues.

He doesn't let up at first. But as you squeeze his cock, his breathing changes, and soon his grunts turn into moans as he erupts. Even his moans are animalistic, vibrating like the growl of a bear. His face is still mad, but begins to soften as he finishes, leaving your insides warmly coated with his seed.

He pulls out right away and quickly puts it back in his pants, before putting yours on, nothing gentle about it. He gets up and manhandles you to your feet, and with a firm hand around your arm, he marches you forward, back up the hill toward the house. His voice is dark - "We'll talk about this later."

You can feel it - there's something worse to come. You can't take anything from Joel. Can't ever take anything that's his. Especially not yourself.

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[rafelandia]

Hwy can you wtite dad rafe x mom reader after giving birth to their daughter how did the first time (s€x) went or something like that, you can do what you want.

I feel like Rafe is hesitant to initiate once they get cleared by the doctor. He wants to so fucking bad but these last few weeks had been rough and he knows Y/N hasn’t had the best time. He unintentionally makes the drive home awkward and quiet, not wanting to bring it up until she does.

It probably starts out slow and on a whim, maybe she goes to check on Rafe in the middle of the night because he’d been out of bed a bit longer than he normally is. She finds him in the kitchen cleaning a bottle and there’s just something about the way the moonlight is hitting his broad chest and toned arms that reignites the flame deep in her tummy. Rafe would scoop her up and sit her on the cool, marble countertops of their kitchen and lazily plants warm and wet kisses down her neck and chest. He thinks it’s finally happening and right when his fingers navigate their way through her sleep shorts and hover over her sweet heat, they’re interrupted by a piercing cry of their newborn that jolts them out of the passionate state of longing they were in.

The next time, she’s nervous. She knows her body has changed and while she is extremely confident that Rafe could care less because she’d given him the most precious gift in the world, it’s a personal hurdle that she hasn’t quite been able to jump. She eventually agrees after being begged for what felt like the millionth time to let Rafe eat her out. He takes his time, refamiliarizing himself with her pussy and relishing the taste that he’d missed so much. Rafe’s got some stubble now due to late nights and exhaustion, which only enhances the sensation Y/N feels while he massages her clit with his tongue. The build up is intense and it doesn’t take long before her back arches up from the plush mattress they share when Rafe gently pumps one of his fingers inside of her and she’s seeing stars.

The rekindling of their sex life makes them feel young again — they find themselves sneaking away during any free time they have when baby girl is asleep. She’ll sit on his face while he devours her, and she’s leaning back so she can haphazardly stroke his thick cock. She’s getting more comfortable and gaining her confidence back — Rafe knows it won’t be long until she’s begging him to fuck the daylights out of her.

The first time they actually have sex is probably on a whim too — no elaborate gesture like flower petals on the bed and no meticulously planned “massage” that they both knew what would really end up going down. Rafe and Y/N are probably just in the hot tub after enjoying some wine at dinner and what starts as slow, drunken kisses turns into her on top of him and his hands shoved down the back of her swimsuit. He’s rubbing circles on her ass while she’s sucking on his neck, fingers moving dangerously close to her sweet spot. She’s putty in his hands and it’s not long before he’s teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, waiting in agony for her to make the next move. The look in both of their eyes is unmistakably lust-ridden as she slowly sinks down into him. Rafe brushes her hair out of her face with a wet hand and tells her that she’s beautiful and to go as slow as she needs to, though he knows he’s on the brink of cumming just from the way the jets are swaying her body back and forth against him.

It would start agonizingly slow, Y/N having to stretch herself to fit all of him inside. He jumps the gun and bucks his hips on instinct. She tenses up at the sharp movement and he kisses the swell of her exposed breast before muttering a breathy, “Sorry, baby,” against her skin. Only a few minutes of rocking back and forth against him pass before they’re both out of air and panting heavily in each other’s ear. Rafe takes over for the last little bit, bouncing her up and down on his length. He tells her he’s close and is a bit embarrassed by it, but as her core rocks against the trail of hair beneath his navel and he knows she’s not far behind him. He gets it out of her when he starts talking, moaning into her neck about how much he missed fucking her pussy and how good it feels to have her again after what felt like centuries. Her body convulses as she comes undone, making her clench around his cock. That was all he needed to finish, though he makes sure to pull out before cumming into the water. They lay there for a bit, Y/N on top of him while she regains her strength. Swimsuits are abandoned in the hot tub when they head up for a shower and some sleep, knowing the house keepers will find them in the morning. Neither of them really seem to care.

Rafe is deeply unserious so he probably says something stupid like, “We are so back,” and playfully slaps her naked bum as she makes her way up the stairs and into bed. He’s missed his girl and the feeling he gets when he sees her with their daughter makes him want to put another baby in her and do it all over again. He knows it’s ridiculous to want another so soon — it’s more of a newly developed breeding kink than anything. But he’ll wait patiently until the time comes.

Little did he know.

[smuttysabina]

COMM: Lisa gets Dommy-Mommyed

(Girl-Cock Celine x Lisa, 3.3k Words) Tags: OTV & BlackPink Collaboration, Not what I thought my first streamer x idol smut would be but here we are lol, Girl-Cock, Anal Oral Vaginal Sex, Dommy Mommy Celine, Multiple creampies, Unexpected voyeurism, Bathroom sex, Some cum play, Implied Impregnation

A coterie of girls relax in the restaurant booth, all of them chattering amiably about the concert they had gone to that night. All of them had enjoyed themselves immensely; after all, Blackpink were known for putting on a show, and they had not disappointed. The rather messy orgy that had occurred onstage had really only enhanced the performance's appeal, and the girls were more than a touch aroused by what they saw. The bustiest of the group politely excuses herself as the other girls go into the naughty details of what they had seen (watching Jennie taking five guys at once had been particularly impressive), and makes for the bathroom, discreetely covering her crotch. The next booth over, amusingly enough, the topics of discussion for the girls were themselves relaxing, though their discussion was far more pointed...

"...Oh please," the richly tanned Lisa was grumbling, "you're just making a big deal out of it because your brother doesn't want to fuck you." Jisoo sputters in outrage while Jennie and Rose snort into their drinks, "You fucking whore! Maybe I just don't want to do weird shit like you do!" Lisa rolls her eyes and sighs, "Whatever, I'm going to go piss, I swallowed so much cum I feel like my tummy is going to burst," and with that she squeezes out of the booth, leaving behind a stinking puddle that seeps slowly into the seat. Typical.

Celine, known to her adoring viewers as StarSmitten, had a problem, a surprisingly girthy problem, bulging from her crotch. She clamps one hand over her mouth, her bountiful breasts heaving as she struggles to contain her moans while she strokes her throbbing girl-cock. The only other bathroom stall had been occupied soon after Celine had entered, and whoever was inside of it was busily taking the messiest dump she had ever heard. The disgusting sputtering had at least provided her with an excellent cover to disguise the noise of her masturbating, but with pre-cum beading from her tip, she knew she would soon be wailing with pleasure when she climaxed. But now the din has died down, as Celine's neighbor groans with release and starts to clean up, even while the poor streamer is on the edge of painting the stall door with her semen. A sudden silence falls, as both girls grow quiet, their ears straining as they listen suspiciously to each other, one of them worried she had been caught, the other...

Lisa sniffs the scented air of the bathroom once more, certain that she had caught the scent of sex. The reeking contents of the bowl beneath her was not helping in the slightest, though after having several gallons of semen pumped into her guts, the resulting mess was going to be unpleasant no matter the situation. Lisa's brain soon filters out the foul stench, and once more she smells the distinct tang of freshly spilt sexual fluids; which meant that her neighbor was indulging themselves a little bit too much. A broad smile slashes across Lisa's face, having some fun in here would be much more preferable than dealing with Jisoo's puritanical ranting. She smoothly hops onto the toilet, using it to boost herself up to get a peek at whoever's masturbation session she was about to interrupt, and is mildly surprised by what she finds. A remarkably busty girl stared up at Lisa in shock, her tits on full display, her hands unable to stop stroking one of the largest cocks Lisa had seen that night. Both of them open their mouths, but before either can say anything, the girl suddenly moans as a rope of cum erupts from her cock, painting Lisa's bemused face with a thick ream of jizz. Delightful.

Celine is blubbering as she fumbles open the stall, only for Lisa to shove the door open, pushing Celine back into it before slamming the flimsy door shut and locking it. The idol wears a nasty smile as she licks the sticky cum off of her lips, as Celine's eyes widen once she realizes who's face exactly she had just unloaded all over, and she gasps out a stuttering apology that is only silenced when Lisa kisses her. The streamer moans as the taste of her own semen fills her mouth, unable to resist as her mind reels from the stupefying fact that one of her favorite idols was busy forcing her cum-slathered tongue down her throat. When Lisa breaks off the kiss, Celine is left dazed and more than a little aroused, "Lisa..." Celine groans, "Me!" Lisa agrees happily, idly groping her, "What, why are you here?" Celine sputters, "Does it really matter?" Lisa rolls her eyes, "I think we have better things to do than worry about the details," she runs a hand along Celine's bulging erection, "Bigger things..." Celine shudders as lust burns through her habitual shyness, urging her to take advantage of the unexpected interruption of her masturbation session by a beautiful and willing girl. Even if it was Lalisa Manoban.

Hesitantly at first, but with growing confidence, Celine guides Lisa downwards to her knees onto the cool tiles of the floor, panting as her cock throbs against Lisa's pretty face. The idol playfully licks the sizable meat resting on her face, before slightly cocking her head, "I usually don't bother asking, but what's your name? I get the feeling we might be here for a while..." Celine pauses as she considers her answer, but some boldness within her makes her say, "Mommy, Celine," Celine breathes, and Lisa smirks in expectation, "Well then, Mommy, I've been a baaad girl..." Any restraint Celine still has snaps and she grabs the idol's head before shoving her wide cockhead into Lisa's waiting mouth, forcing her dick down her throat. Celine was sure that Lisa's oral techniques were superb, but at this point she was only able to think about pumping one of her rather pent-up loads into one of the idol's warm holes. Lisa gags enthusiastically as the streamer uses her mouth like disposable toy, Celine moaning uncontrollably as she works her repressed lusts from the Blackpink concert out on one of its main instigators, "You freaking slut, I was so hard the entire concert, I nearly fucked Aria watching you getting gangbanged!" Her weighty balls slap against Lisa's chin as her pace increases, "Oh god, oh god I'm going to cum in Lisa!" Celine cries out as she forces her cock as deep as possible down the idol's throat, shaking as she dumps her seed directly into Lisa's stomach while she squirms from want of oxygen.

Celine only relents when her orgasm fades, and she hurriedly pulls out to allow Lisa to gasp for air, coughing wetly as cum splatters onto her petite breasts. She looks coyly up at Celine, "Thank you Mommy, can I have some more?" she glances meaningfully down at her bared slit... Moments later Lisa has her back against the stall, her hips thrust outwards as Celine gorges upon her pussy, lovingly eating out her idol with cock stiffly at attention. Lisa groans with pleasure, holding the girl's head against her crotch, reveling in her slow but steady worship; women were always so much better at foreplay. The idol quivers as she climaxes, squirt running down Celine's chin as she drinks down Lisa's stinking juices like it was the sweetest nectar; and when the two kiss once more, their sexual fluids mix in their mouths. Drool connects their tongues when they break off the kiss, with Celine humping Lisa's toned stomach in anticipation of what was to come. "Oh Mommy, please! I need it so bad!" Lisa begs demurely, as Celine lifts up her leg to allow her sizeable cock access to the sweetness between her thighs. Lisa's eyebrows raise as inch after inch of girthy cock slides into her belly, making it bulge noticeably as it stretches her experienced cunt out; it wasn't the largest cock she had taken, but it was far bigger than most.

Lisa wraps her arms around Celine's neck as the latter pumps furiously between her sweaty thighs, both of them flushed from the passion of their sex. Fluids splatter onto the tiles beneath them from their messy coupling, with Celine's cock leaking copiously from the stimulation of Lisa's superior cunt. The idol's pussy was sopping wet, expertly squeezing and relaxing in time with every thrust, warming her shaft with its burning heat; only Pokimane's goddess-like pussy could compare. Celine pants as fucks Lisa, every motion sending more squirt leaking down her swaying balls, staring deep into her partner's eyes even as she rearranges her insides. Her soft, pale body presses itself against Lisa's much darker and leaner form, squishing it against the hard plastic of the stall, leaving her no room to escape even if she wanted to. The pair talk dirty as they mate, their sex talk swiftly going from naughty to downright depraved, as Lisa urges Celine to slake her nastiest fantasies using her nubile body. The wall of the bathroom stall rattles as the busty streamer tries to ram the limber idol through it, their erect nipples stabbing into each other's breasts with every thrust. Lisa feels Celine's orgasm before she can, the tightening of the balls and the pulsating shaft informing Lisa of her incoming insemination, "Give it to me Mommy!" she squeals, wrapping her legs around Celine's waist, "Give me your babies!" Celine groans as Lisa's words send her over the edge, she was going to knock up Lalisa and put a baby in her belly; and after a few powerful thrusts, she creampies Lisa's drooling pussy.

The pair shudder against one another as their dueling climaxes stimulate each other's genitals, until they both recover enough to resume their passionate make-out session. "Good girl," Celine croons between kisses, and Lisa preens at her praise, she was thoroughly enjoying her submission to this girl-cock wielding Mommy; she hadn't been mothered this hard since she had gotten spit-roasted by Jihyo and Momo. Celine suddenly grabs Lisa's leg and uses it to spin her around on her cock, a maneuver only made possible by Lisa's superb flexibility, but when it is over Lisa finds herself with her chest pressed up against the wall. The narrowness of the stall made doggy style impractical though, so Celine turns the idol about and forces her against the stall-door, before starting to plow Lisa from behind. Lisa moans loudly as she gets fucked, she loves it rough and nasty, so she was hardly going to complain about heading to round two before Celine's semen had even dried. The loud clapping of their flesh reverberates around the bathroom, and if anything the stall door makes as much noise as the stall wall. The sexual cacophony comes to a screeching halt however as the door to the bathroom suddenly creaks open, and the pair stop, panting quietly as their sexual fluids drip down onto the floor.

Someone walks into the bathroom before pausing in front of the pair's shared stall, rustling with their clothes before softly calling out, "Um Celine? I can smell what you're doing, do you need some... help?" Celine's eyes widen with shock, she had been gone for so long that Pokimane had come looking for her! And now here she was, balls deep inside of Lisa with two loads already roiling inside of her petite body. The idol in question noticed her lover's embarrassment, and decided to make the situation worse by being a naughty girl. Lisa stands up straight to allow for clearance, and shamelessly pulls the door open, revealing to whichever of Celine's friends it was that her girl cock was currently occupied. She raises her eyebrows in surprise as she stares at the curvaceous girl waiting in front of the stall, her pants already around her ankles in anticipation, her shirt and bra pulled up to reveal her impressive cleavage. Lisa smirks smugly at the shocked Poki, "Sorry, Celine is in use right now," "Oh! My god!" Poki sputters, "Wait Celine is that... from the concert?" Celine moans, utterly mortified that her dear friend had caught her in the act, her natural shyness overcoming her. Rolling her eyes, Lisa slams the door shut again in Poki's face before leaning against it once more, proactively moving her hips to get the streamer's attention back. "Cmon, Mommy," she purrs, "I'm so sorry your friend saw you, it must be sooo embarrassing..."

Her chagrin artfully diverted, Celine gets work plowing the sluttiness out of Lisa, her worry about Pokimane hearing her having sex fading with every thrust. The stall door rattles violently as Lisa gets fucked up against it, Celine leaning down to press her sizable bust against Lisa's back, squishing her into submission with her weight. Lisa's cunt makes disgustingly sloppy noises as the two blobs of soft warmth stick to her back, she had always had a weakness for large breasts, probably due to sleeping with Jihyo all the time, and with her girl-cock pounding her weak spot, Celine was driving Lisa wild. Loud squelching noises from the other side of the door indicate that the pair's unexpected guest was enjoying herself as well, and Lisa unabashedly howls as her squirt sprays onto the floor. Something else splatters onto the tiles, and the idol smiles as she smells the stench of another woman's squirt; cucking other bitches was such fun. But now the excitement of having a voyeur was starting to get to Celine and her thrusting took on a fresh energy, Lisa's petite cheeks glowing a rosy red as Celine's crotch slams against them again and again. She moans loudly as pleasure washes through her shaft and up into her body, hugging Lisa tightly against her as she pumps the idol's already clogged cunt full of yet more thick coils of semen. Lisa gurgles happily as warmth spreads through her belly once more, she could get used to this...

Celine sprawls back against the toilet, sighing with pleasure as Lisa sucks on her heaving breasts, while her hand busies itself stroking Celine's cock back to its full length. Lisa takes her time suckling on her Mommy's engorged nipples, her tongue lavishing each of them with attention as pre-cum drools down Celine's twitching womanhood. Pokimane meanwhile had ensconced herself in the stall next to theirs, and was noisily adding her own fluids to the putrid mess still steaming in the toilet. Her face flushed with arousal, Celine gives Lisa's ass an emphatic slap, "Sit on it," she orders huskily, "Use your ass this time," and Lisa happily obeys. She stands above the streamers upraised cock, before slowly sitting on the tip, before demurely pausing, her anus tightly gripping just under the head, "Mommy, you're too big..." Lisa simpers, "I don't know if I can take it all! Celine's delicate hands grasp the idol's waist, and steadily forces her down onto her dick, reassuring Lisa the whole way down, "Good girl," she coos as Lisa takes it to the hilt, her cock throbbing with the petite idol's guts, "now ride it for Mommy..."

Lisa complies with gusto, her initially hesitant grinding giving way to her naturally skillful technique as her own lust spurs her to abandon her bashful playacting. Celine's girl-cock spasms as it is massaged by Lisa's sloppy innards, her guts squeezing every inch of it as it slithers in and out of her ass; masterfully pleasuring it until it is on the brink of eruption. Using Celine's tits as handles, Lisa gives the streamer the best ride of her life, making a mockery of her past lovers' most enthusiastic efforts as Lisa tries to milk her of every last drop. Celine groans once more, holding onto Lisa's waist for dear life as her load spews into Lisa's asshole, who does not relent even for a moment as she rides Celine's orgasm out. She only slows once the streamer's cock stops pulsating, languidly standing back up to allow Celine's load to leak back down onto her glistening shaft. Celine lay back, utterly exhausted by Lisa's voracious asshole, still shocked by how thoroughly it had drained her. Lisa cuddles up against her, squishing her body against Celine's comfortingly as she daintily sucks on her neck; she was enjoying the downtime as much as the sex.

The bathroom door clangs open once more, causing everyone to start in surprise, as someone new stalks into the humid room. The girl sniffs loudly before sighing, "Are you done getting fucked yet, Lisa? I kind of have to piss." Lisa giggles from her resting place atop Celine's bodice, "Sorry Rose, I'm still busy in here!" Rose grumbles before kicking off her shoes, "Whatever, I'll just use the sink them, again," she groans with release as liquid hisses into the bowl, "Oh, and take your time, Jennie is busy fucking her way through the staff, and there were some sluts next to us that I've been training. We should be finished in an hour though so hurry it up!" The noise dies down and Rose hops back down onto the tile, slipping her shoes back on as she walks out. "See you in an hour!" Lisa calls at her as she leaves, before beaming at Celine, "So, want to make me late?" Celine blushes shyly, suddenly modest once more following her colossal orgasm, "Oh! Um, I guess- but I don't know if..." she looks embarrassingly down towards her crotch, where her noticeably flaccid girl-cock was sticking to Lisa's thigh. With a patient smile, Lisa slips down between the streamer's legs, and gets to work sucking some life back into her member. Celine moans and squeaks as the idol works her magic, the jumps in surprise as Lisa slides a finger into her ass, curling it up to massage her prostate. Which was more than enough stimulation to make Celine erect once more, but not enough to reignite her dominating fire. Lisa smirks knowingly up at Celine, "I'm ovulating remember...?"

A minute later and Lisa was on her back on the cold tiles, Celine pumping furiously between her thighs as she plows her into the filthy floor. Lisa's legs kick at the the plastic walls as she gets fucked in the cramped confines of the stall, her slutty cunt already painting the streamer's belly with squirt. "Oh Mommy," she moans loudly, "you can't knock me up in my ass!" But Celine does not relent, grunting as she proves her dominance of Lisa's greedy asshole by pounding it out of shape and flooding it with her cum. Only then does she push her cock into Lisa's inviting pussy, leaving the idol's anus gaping and leaking curdles of semen. The steady slap of flesh fills the bathroom once more as Celine mating presses Lisa, squishing her breasts against the smaller girl as she does her best to breed her fertile cunt. Lisa squeals as she climaxes once more, "Break me Mommy, break me!"

Three hours later Lisa saunters out of the bathroom, her holes gushing semen down her thighs, and rejoins the rest of Blackpink around the table. She had left Celine sprawled in a puddle of their conjoined juices, leaving her Mommy with just enough energy for her frustrated friend to get a load or two out of her; impregnation always got those cock-havers riled up. Lisa beams happily at the other girls, all of whom were equally naked and covered in sexual fluids, "Sorry it took so long! Is everyone ready to go?" The other members of Blackpink roll their eyes, getting up and leaving a hefty tip to pay for the damages. The four of them continue their bickering where it left off as they wind their way through the overturned tables and chairs, picking their way through the piles of pants-less bodies and puddles of cum.

Was it really a Blackpink event if it didn't end in an orgy?

[iwanty0uu]

Pussy Monster

Pt 4┊͙✧˖*°࿐

His tongue glided against your lips, asking permission to enter, you slightly opened your mouth, swirling your tongue around his. The sweet taste of him marinating of your tongue made you desperate for more. Your hands found their way to his wife beater, lifting it off of him. He raised his hands, watching the thin piece of material glide off of his body, revealing his tatted chest and abdomen.

His lips met your neck, sucking and biting your sweet spots, not afraid to leave a trail, he kissed your supple breasts, and licked the piercings in your buds. He massaged the one that wasn’t in his mouth, making sure to not neglect any part of your body.

“Mm sorry mama” he moaned out between kisses, your clit now throbbing caused your shorts to dampen, you rubbed your pearl against it’s stitching, trying to stimulate yourself in some way.

But Connie didn’t let this go unnoticed, he slid his hand under your waist band and massaged your clit, rubbing his initials all over your pretty pussy.

Your breasts were now a shade of purple due to the love bites, and the room filled with your soft harmonious moans, they were enough to make him nut right then and there, you bit your plump lips, grinding your hips to enhance the pleasure.

But your impatience grew, and eventually, you threw the shorts aside, and mounted Connie, pulling his sweats down to his knees, and pulling his hard ,pink, wet dick out his ethicas.

your ass better be grateful for menstrual cups.

“You been feenin for this pussy huh papa?”His eyes refused to meet yours, grabbing his neck to look at you, his hazel eyes now glued on yours ,” How you know?” His sharp canine teeth poking out of his mouth,

His tongue licked his grillz that rested and fit perfectly in his mouth, studded with diamonds and gold, you admired the mustache you gave him after he begged for you to sit on his face.

At the end of the day he was your man and yours only, no matter how annoying he was.

You forced his dick into your tight hole, squeezing him in every right place,

“Fuckkkk” he whispered out, gripping your plush thighs, slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, but you planted your hips on his dick, not moving an inch.

“You think imma let YOU fuck me after today?” You asked slowly lifting,then slamming down on his dick, which earned you a shudder from an overstimulated Connie.

He forced his eyes open as you slammed down harder each time, while gripping on his bedsheets for balance, “Oh fuuuckk Ma , baby I’m so sorry,” he moaned nearly whimpered.

You felt yourself coming close, the euphoric feeling about to arrive as your clit rubbed against his abdomen, you grabbed his neck, tightening as you felt his dick twitch,

“How dat pussy feel baby?” you asked speeding up your pace. You were determined to make him cum before you, “Mmh baby I’m boutta-“

You lifted yourself off his dick for the last time and quickly took his member into your mouth, your tongue explored his pink tip, licking over his long and warm shaft.

Your tongue picked up the mixture of both of you, and swirled around his tip again, you held the rest of his length in your hands as you swallowed his tip.

You felt him pushing your head away from him, but he couldn’t get off that easy, you hummed into his dick, while your hand mindlessly found its way back to your hole, thrusting in and out as you worked your magic.

You felt your boyfriend’s legs shaking beneath you, cum dripped out of your mouth, you slowly lifted your head up to take on the pornographic scene above of you.

Connie was a moaning mess, whimpering, eyes watering, toes curling, gripping the sheets and all, you took his dick in your mouth one more time, and let go.

“Damn i did my shit huh” you giggled as he jumped from the sensation, licking the remaining fluid off your hands. He was still sensitive, but the way his head rolled back, and how his dick tensed up even minutes after you sucked him off proved he learned his lesson.

“Now don’t ever do that shit again,” brushing the dust off your knees, picking up the pillows that ended up on the floor, you turned your attention to a barley conscious Constance.

“I promise Mami.. I won’t”

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Kinktober Special-

I hope you liked thisss, i’m a lil rusty but i missed writing have a good time my babies <3 ~ lele

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[starrylothcat]

Hey so I love your writing and I hope this is okay <3

Can you write a Hunter x f reader where the reader is thinking dirty thoughts whilst they're all on a mission or otherwise engaged on the Marauder and uses that to tease Hunter since he can sense it (smell, heartbeat etc) but can't act on it with others around? And he's getting more frustrated bc he knows you're doing it on purpose to tease him.

Love your work! <3

Tease

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Basically the ask. You tease Hunter on your way back to Kamino with dirty thoughts. 😉

WC: ~2500

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. PiV sex, established relationship, some female masturbation. Feral Hunter. All the good stuff.

A/N: I’ve been traveling around Japan the last week, so that’s why I’ve been a littl MIA. I had this in my drafts before the trip and finally had some downtime to finish it! Feral Hunter and his senses is such a delicious meal, thank you anon for the request. I hope you like it and thanks for reading and your kind words! 💕

It has been a brutal couple of weeks, back-to-back missions without respite. You never thought you’d miss Kamino, but as you lay on your bunk on The Marauder, exhausted and mentally taxed, the sterile white hallways and pounding rain sounded like paradise.

It didn’t help that you and Hunter haven’t had a chance to be alone, either. You both understood the war came first, along with your duties, but you couldn’t deny you missed feeling his body on yours, his touch, his intense passion. You knew he longed for you, too.

Once you were back on Kamino, you would have that time, as you were promised a few days’ leave before being shipped off again. The buildup was driving you both crazy, but patience was a virtue.

Too bad you weren’t that patient of a person, though.

You knew your scent drove Hunter wild. You tried your best to not accidentally tease him as best you could, especially when you were trapped on The Marauder for long periods.

Your body often betrayed you, though.

Hunter easily picked up on your longing, your arousal, your absolute bone-deep need for him. It was especially bad now since you haven’t partaken in carnal pleasures with one another in a few weeks. Your body was calling out to him, begging for him to take you for hours on end, pleasuring you beyond belief, taking you as his and only his.

You decided to tease him, only a little, to enhance the buildup for when you could finally be alone. You knew an animal lay within him, something he kept back even in your most intensely passionate moments. You wanted him to finally let it all out, not hold back.

You could take it, and you wanted it more than anything.

You set up in your bunk, powering on your datapad. You pretended to be invested in whatever was on the screen but instead watched as Hunter carefully took apart his blaster, inspecting each piece for wear or weakened points. He did it religiously after every mission.

Hunter’s fingers were dextrous, careful. Your mind wandered, knowing it wouldn't be long until he noticed. You thought of those thick, calloused fingers running down the sides of your body, mapping every curve, trailing down to where you needed them most.

You shifted your legs, squeezing them together for a little friction. You could feel your arousal growing, your eyes on Hunter. You imagined those fingers tracing over your panties, rubbing your folds, hearing his husky praises in your ear as you dampened for him. Finally, he would slip a finger under, gathering the slick and teasing your entrance, biting at your neck as you whined in pleasure.

Hunter’s eyes snapped to yours, knowing he must have picked up on your scent. You smiled coyly, still pretending to look at your datapad. Your fantasy continued, his thick digit now fully in your sopping cunt, his name leaving your lips as he pumped in and out of you, his other hand playing with your breasts.

You saw Hunter fidget, his nostrils flaring. He shot you a dangerous look, almost pleading.

Hunter couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, take you apart, and piece you together again, but what you were doing now just wasn’t fair.

You still had at least an entire day before landing on Kamino. If you kept this up, he might not make it that long.

You smirked a little, feeling how your panties moistened at the thought. You left it at that, going back to your datapad.

Hunter was relieved when Tech asked him to help make upgrades on the navigation system, hoping it would distract him, though your scent filled the ship to an almost dizzying degree.

A few hours passed, and you decided Hunter needed another reminder of how much you wanted him.

You stepped into the refresher, needing a shower anyway. While the water sprayed down on you, you let your fingers wander, sliding down your stomach, imagining Hunter’s touch, slipping fingers between your folds.

You rubbed yourself, biting your lip, stopping yourself from making any noise. You wanted nothing more than Hunter to be in there with you, plunging his cock so deep inside your pussy that you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.

Once you worked yourself up, you stopped. You didn’t want to come, not yet. You wanted Hunter to have the satisfaction of doing so. It only added to the anticipation. You were careful not to wipe any of your slick off your fingers as you dried yourself off and dressed.

When you emerged from the refresher, Hunter was engrossed in sharpening his knife. You sauntered up to him, placing your hand on his shoulder, the same hand that was playing with your pussy just minutes before.

“Hunter, could you help me find my communicator? I lost it somewhere on the ship.” Hunter bristled, his body going stiff.

You glanced behind you, making sure no one was watching. Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair were focusing on other tasks, not paying attention to either of you at the moment.

You traced your finger down his jawline, rough with stubble. A pleasant jolt shot down your spine, wanting to feel it on your inner thighs as he buried his face in your pussy.

You passed your thumb over his lips, knowing you were asking for it.

“Mesh’la…” Hunter’s voice was hoarse, barely audible.

He shuddered, his tongue quickly flicking out to your thumb, tasting you.

He let out a low, agonized groan, gripping his knife so tightly that you thought he might snap the handle. Hunter’s pupils widened, something carnal and animalistic making itself known in his darkening expression. He looked almost dangerous, his eyes flashing with an absolute feral desire.

Hunter’s hand was around your wrist so quickly, you didn’t even see him move. His knife dropped to the floor, his hand circling your wrist, holding tight.

“Don’t…” he rasped, quickly glancing back, his brothers not bothered by the sound of his knife clattering to the ship’s floor. “Unless you want me to fuck you right here. Right now.”

You sucked in a breath at the intensity radiating off him.

Your knees buckled, and you knew Hunter could hear your pounding heart.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, filthy girl?” His usual smoky baritone was somehow deeper, infused with a ravenousness that sent molten desire to your core.

His eyes bore into you, his tattoo seemingly darker in the shadows of the ship. “You’re going to pay for this later.”

You licked your dry lips, knowing he’d keep his promise.

It took all his strength to release your wrist and not fuck you on the floor like an animal in front of his brothers.

You reluctantly pulled away from him, seeing how his body trembled, his neck muscles bulging, trying to dampen the raging fire that threatened to consume him. You couldn’t help the coquettish grin on your face, seeing the effect you had on him.

“Oh, I know.”

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The second you were excused from the mission debrief back on Kamino, you headed back to your quarters.

As your door whooshed shut behind you, Hunter’s lips vehemently consumed yours, his hands tearing your clothing off your body.

Literally.

You couldn’t finish the thought of how he even got to your room first, since you left the mission debrief at the same time.

You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Soon enough, Hunter had you bent over your couch armrest, fucking you with such ferocious intensity you thought you might tear apart at the seams.

Your face was buried into the fabric of the couch, his hands a vice on your plush hips, driving himself into you without pause.

“Fuck…mesh’la…” Hunter all but growled as he leaned forward, pressing his broad, sweaty chest to your back.

“So good like this…taking me so well…this is what you wanted, hm?” He changed the angle, your hands desperately grasping at the fabric of your couch, tears pricking at the sides of your eyes. Your wanton moans garbled with sobs as he hit that devastating spot deep inside you.

Every atom in your body was thrumming with white-hot ecstasy, completely consumed by everything that was Hunter.

“Tell me…” He panted in your ear, “You need me, you need this cock.”

“Hunter…” you managed to string one coherent thought together, the ecstatic pressure building in your lower abdomen, the slick from your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“Want to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

You could hear the smugness in his voice, his hands holding you tight.

“Hunter, I need you! I need your cock. Please…want to cum so bad!” You were so close to exploding, but missing that final push only he could give you. “Been thinking about it for weeks, I need you so badly…please…”

Hunter let out a satisfied grunt, giving your ass a hearty squeeze as he leaned back slightly.

“I know, mesh’la. I could smell you every single day. Drove me crazy. Was close so many times bending you over and fucking you in front of my brothers…show them how lucky I am to have this beautiful pussy all to myself…”

You mewled at the thought, knowing the power you had over him, trying to press back in time with his powerful thrusts.

He grabbed a fistful of your ass a second time, leaning down again. Hunter’s breath was hot on your neck, latching on to your skin, biting down to mark you. Tears ran down your cheeks onto the couch cushion, gasping between your heady moans at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Hunter’s pace didn’t falter one bit as he gave you what you wanted, what you consciously and subconsciously begged him for on the ship.

His sounds were becoming louder, more ragged and breathless, knowing he was close to his end.

Finally, finally, Hunter pressed a digit to your swollen clit, rubbing circles as he pounded into you.

Even with his training, his endurance, and other super soldier qualities, he could only control himself for so long with you.

You just knew your smell was entrancing him, overtaking all his senses, driving him mad with lust.

All the pent-up stress, need, and longing were unraveling between the two of you, every thrust bringing you both closer to an explosive release you both so desperately needed.

His thick cock drilled you, filling you to the brim, reeling as his cock seemed to find a deeper spot every time he dragged against your walls. His finger moved in faster and tighter circles over your swollen bud, giving you just the right amount of pressure you thought you may disintegrate into the couch.

You were so close…so close…

Right as you were about to come, Hunter pulled out of you. You let out a desperate cry, cut short by Hunter easily picking you up, maneuvering himself to sit on the couch, pulling you down into his lap.

“Want to see your face and taste these gorgeous tits.”

Hunter had a wild look in his eyes, his curly locks falling from his headband, chest heaving and lips parted in short pants. You’ve never heard his voice so hoarse and husky with hunger.

You lowered yourself on his length, immediately starting the same desperate pace as his hot mouth encapsulated your pebbled nipples. You threw your head back in bliss, letting out moans that rivaled any dirty Holonet actress.

He sucked hard, relishing how your nipples felt in his mouth, his teeth tugging at your sensitive flesh.

Hunter wasn’t being gentle, and you didn’t mind. The slight pain of him nipping at your hardened nubs was washed over with pleasure as his tongue soothed his harsh sucks, his rough hands running up and down your back.

Hunter matched your pace, immediately back on the precipice of pleasure, his hips pistoning up to meet yours.

“Hunter I’m going to-I’m so close…!” You tangled your hands in his hair, your thighs burning with exertion, his hard cock rubbing your aching clit just the right way for you to come undone in his lap.

“Cum for me, mesh’la”.

You came hard, all the muscles in your body tightening as you tugged on his hair, crying out his name, your vision whiting out and everything falling away around you.

Hunter followed.

The hypnotic sounds of you unraveling, your tits in his mouth, your soft and succulent skin under his palms, and the enticing sensation of you pulling on his hair, brought his system to an overload.

Hunter let out a long moan into the crook of your neck, pressing as deep as he could inside you, feeling his warm spurts fill your cunt.

You sighed as you collapsed into him, feeling his body tense and writhe with yours as he rode out his release.

You gently stroked his head, taking a moment to come down from your highs and catch your heaving breaths.

You leaned your head to him, and Hunter opened his eyes, the feral flint gone, replaced with a soft gaze that fell when he saw the mark on your neck.

Hunter gently traced a hand over the reddening bruise, where he bit you before.

“I hurt you. I lost control, sorry-“

You shook your head. “It’s okay, it felt good.” Hunter’s lips twitched in a small smile, but you could tell he felt bad.

“I guess you’ll just have to kiss it better.”

You touched your lips to him in a chaste kiss, his hand cradling the back of your head to deepen it.

Hunter slid his tongue over your lips, and you opened to greet his tongue with yours.

You sighed, relishing the slow dance of your mouths, his softening cock still inside you.

You dragged away for a breath, and Hunter enveloped his arms around you, strong and secure.

“Wasn’t fair you know, back on the ship.” Hunter murmured, gently kissing the hickey he left on your skin.

You hummed in reply. “I know.”

He chuckled lightly, kissing up your neck to your jaw.

“I’m not done with you yet.” You felt his hands squeeze your hips, rutting up into you again. His cock was hardening, slowly fucking up into you.

You moaned, still sensitive from your orgasm, rocking your hips in time with his.

“Move to the bed?” You whispered against his lips, caressing his face with your hands. Hunter’s cock was fully hard now, slowly riding him and capturing one another’s sighs as you kissed.

Hunter smirked against you, his hand sliding over your ass.

“We’ll get there. Eventually.”

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[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Consorts and Concubine

Agatha and Anna Marie enjoy you as much as King Magnus does. Whenever he retires early for the night or is too busy doing kingly duties, his women have their fun with each other.

Agatha Harkness uses sex magic. She likes to enhance the sensitivity of your pussy; increasing your wetness, clit throbbing and easily stimulated from the smallest of touches, hole fluttering and squirting without being touched, your hips twitching and bucking desperately

Agatha teases you. Drives you to the edge and pulls you back, smiling cooly at your whimpers and whines. She'll bring you to the point of sobbing, begging to allow you to cum, and she'll playfully think about it before saying, "Give me five reasons why and I'll let you cum."

At the flick of her wrists purple tendrils appear, wrapping around your breasts and spreading your legs apart, tying your wrists above your head. A thick slick tendril pokes at your entrance, before shoving in with ease, your pussy greedily sucking it in. Moments like those are you favorite.

Anna Marie is the opposite of Agatha. She loves to make you cum. Her eyes are glued to your pussy as cream squirts out of your puffy sex, a choking moan heaving out of you.

She'll pump a ribbed dildo in and out of your cunt or her fingers, eager to make you cream again. Your sweat covered body trembling, wanton moans escaping your swollen lips, hips bucking, pussy squirting- oh, she wants all of it and more.

She'll eat you out ravenously for the sweet, delectable taste of your heat. Tongue gliding between your glistening folds and flicking at your throbbing clit. She's desperate for you to cum. For your back to arch off the back, breath caught in your throat, and shaking violently as your pussy squirts.

When having a threesome, you're sandwiched between them, their breasts pressed against your body or face. Anna Marie and Agatha kiss you all over, dragging you around the bed, spurred on by your "oh that feels good!" and "m-more! more!". Hearing your pretty moans drives them wild.

They'll eat you out hungrily, having you stand while Agatha sits in front of you and Anna Marie behind you, their mouths ravaging your pussy

You're on your back, holding your legs open while Anna Marie and Agatha finger you, your pussy wrapped around their talented fingers. They both rub at your g-spot, watching in awe as your cunt creams and froths on their fingers

Bent over the bed, Agatha holding your head up as she pounds deep into your pussy, the dildo she chose to attach to her strap large and ribbed. Anna Marie taps her dildo against your lips, which you open your mouth and suck on the plastic tip

Sometimes they'll double penetrate you, you sandwiched right between them as they fuck your cunt

[misseviehyde]

HAIR-SPRAY

Being a smart person meant you could usually figure out a solution to any problem.

For instance, Clara and her friends had worked out how to create an allergenic hair-spray to force their bullies hairasite to split from her head.

In aersol form - it was the only substance yet found that could force a hairasite to split from a host and one blast was enough to divide the symbiotic relationship.

Hairasites were living creatures that attached themselves to a hosts head and transformed them into an evil bitch. The process began when you placed it on your head and by all accounts was highly pleasurable. The hairasite would merge and begin to corrupt you at once, altering your very DNA and causing chromonsonal and hormonal changes that could only be reversed by removing it.

Your brain chemistry would alter so that doing naughty and bad things would make you feel good. The hairasite would enhance your ego and warp you into a cruel mean bully who always got what she wanted. It would make you want to be a bratty bitch and fuel an obsession for sex, power and money.

Super hormones would pump round your body making you more feminine, more beautiful. Cheek bones would rise, breasts would grow, asses would inflate. The hairasite would turn you into the idealised form of toxic femininity. You would become a hot smirking bitch with a tight pussy and an impossible level of beauty and charisma, making others want to serve you.

Removing a hairasite was almost impossible and the longer it was attached, the more it and it's host became as one. That was why the hair-spray was so amazing. One short blast of the allergens caused the living hairasite to detach and fall off, harmlessly neutralising it and the host it was using.

A few days ago Clara and her friends had tried the spray and overnight they had stripped the bully of her power, turning her back into a normal girl and removing her hairasite.

Her friends had wanted to burn the evil creature, especially her bestie Josie, (who had been bullied the most) but Clara had convinced them to place the hairasite in a container for further study.

Now it sat in a glass jar on her desk as she examined a single strand of it and tried to work out how to make the allergens even more effective. She assumed the strand was dead - separated from the main clump of hairasite.

Holding the wisp of hair up using tweezers to get a better view of it, Clara was suddenly shocked and surprised when it burst into sudden life and breaking free of her tweezers leapt and rooted into her own scalp.

For a moment she was terrified, but then she took a deep breath. Not to panic. It was only a single strand of hairasite and she could remove it with the spray. She reached for the can.

But wait...

Wasn't this a perfect opportunity to safely find out how the hairasite bonding process worked and develop a better response? After all one strand couldn't hurt her right?

A warm pleasurable feeling was coming from her head. She felt delicious and wondered what the hairasite was doing to her brain chemistry.

She felt... she felt... horny. Mmmmh, maybe she should remove the strand? She hadn't expected it to work so fast. Her hand tightened on the can of allergens.

But now she was feeling something else. She was feeling arrogant. Her lips twisted into a smirking smile as a delicious feeling of superiority filled her. This was a new feeling and she should be cautious and yet...

Didn't she have a right to be arrogant? She was the one who had had the idea to create the aersol and she was the one who had been brave enough to use it. Hairasites held no fear for her. She was the Mistress here and this creature would never gain the upper hand on her.

In fact, she could probably control the power of a hairasite better than anyone else. She bet even if she attached the whole thing she could use it's power for good and stop herself being corrupted.

Of course she'd have to let it make SOME changes to her, but she was sure her willpower would be up to the task. It would be foolish not to take some advantages from wearing a hairasite. Imagine what she could let it do to her plain nerdy body?

Clara imagined what it would be like to be beautiful and sexy. She had always envied their bullies hot body and how popular she was. It didn't seem fair that nerds and smart girls like her should be treated as lesser than bitches like the bullies.

She imagined being slimmer, sexier, perkier with bigger boobs and a gorgeous face. She imagined being able to wear fashionable clothes and show off her skin. Mmmh she could even start talking in a slutty bratty voice like their bully used to.

She imagined having the confidence to get her nails done at the expensive nail bar in town, and go out on dates with the hot boys she'd always fantasized about. THEY'D be the ones queuing up to date HER.

Didn't she deserve to be beautiful and hot? If one strand of the hairasite could make her feel this good, imagine what the whole thing could do?

And after all, she could always remove it if it started to turn her evil. She had the hair spray and the hairasite knew it. Perhaps she could train and control the hairasite? Train it like a pet. Take all the positive effects and remove the negatives.

If anyone could do it, it would be her. She deserved this opportunity.

Dropping the can, Clara stood up. Her panties were drenched and her body was throbbing with lust. She knew what she needed to do. Picking up the glass container she unscrewed the top and reached carefully inside.

The hairasite coiled lovingly around her arm. It was so soft and sexy. She giggled and watched fondly as it flowed up her arm and she smile became euphoric. Yesssss this was her destiny.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk yesssss," she hissed as she felt it reach her head and leap into her hair.

A soft brunette plume of hair now hung from her head; silky and rich. The feeling of the hairasite was intoxicating. She shivered in pleasure. One strand had felt good, but this was fucking orgasmic.

"Yessss change me... come on... give it to me."

Clara moaned as she felt hormones surge round her body and the hairasite eagerly bonding with it's new host. She gasped as her bones popped and cracked and her frumpy nerd body straighened up and grew slimmer.

Her skin tanned and her flat boyish chest pushed out into perky cheerleader C-Cups. Her legs became longer and her face prettier as beautiful bitchy eyes with long lashes fluttered in pleasure and her new mean mouth curved into a true bitchy smile of bratty confidence.

"Mmmh like yeahhhh, this is soooo much better than like being a nerd."

Stretching her body, Clara admired how tanned and flexible she now was. The hairasite swayed with her motions, part of her head now. She looked fucking amazing. She looked like a bully.

Mmmmh, that was hot. Being a bully was so fucking great.

Clara laughed as she remembered how she had convinced herself she would use the hair spray if the hairasite turned her evil. Why would she do that? Being bad felt goooood. Her tight new pussy was already wet at the thought of being the centre of attention and bullying her former friends. That bitch Josie in particular had it coming. She had always been envious of Clara.

"Yessss make me a fucking bitch. Rewire my brain to make me really nasty, I LOVE this," giggled Clara. She stroked her hairasite lovingly. "Mmmh, you and I are going to make such a great team."

Her eyes fell onto the aerosol can and her bitchy mouth twitched in amusement. "Ohhh and don't worry about that, I have an idea."

*****

"Why isn't it working?" screamed Josie in horror as she blasted Clara's hair again with a concentrated dose of the aerosol and the evil bitch just smirked at her.

"Oh Josie, you fucking dumb loser. You have heard of antihistamines right? I just made a new hairspray that gives my hairasite complete immunity to that stupid spray. Ughhh it does itch a little though and it's making my beautiful hairasite all dry, so now I'm really fucking pissed off."

Clicking her fingers, Clara smirked as her former bullies friends... now her loyal clique of bitches closed ranks around her. "Girls grab her and hold her still. This little bitch tried to hurt my beautiful hairasite."

"Nooo Clara please. That thing is evil, this isn't you."

"Ohhhh this IS me loser. You have no idea how fucking good this feels. Now then..."

Reaching into her handbag Clara laughed evilly as she pulled out a pair of hair clippers and switched them to life.

"Right thenJosie... lets see what you look like without YOUR hair. You're gonna be such a laughing stock by the time I'm done."

And as Clara advanced on her helpless victim, she and the hairasite were now as one and it felt so fucking good.

[explicit-tae]

Unusual Suspects

You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure.

Warning: yandere themes, catfishing, blackmailing, coercion, namjoon x reader, sexting, sextoys, squirting, fingering, sexual enhancement, voyeurism, cursing, reader is naive of course, fingering, nipple sucking, creampie, backshots, oral (f receiving), humiliation kink, blackmailing,

Word Count: 6,856

@bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @seokjinkismet @castlewolfsbane

'I always thought you were beautiful.'

Your smile slowly widens as you read the message on your phone.

Namjoon was - in your eyes - the man of your dreams. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Perfect smile with the same perfect set of teeth. Dimples cheeks so deep, you swear you could probably cuddle in them - of course not literally. Overall, Namjoon was the whole package. He was intelligent, studying English at a neighboring university.

You began speaking with him around three months ago. You were already too timid to introduce yourself when you met him officially three months before that at a party (via your best friend, Taehyung). They weren't close, friendly acquaintances at best.

When you got a message from an instagram account claiming to be Namjoon, you were over the moon. The account had several hundred followers and many pictures that you never questioned if it was him or not. As the both of you spoke often, you received pictures from Namjoon personally - pictures of him at museums or taking walks at parks.

You weren't opposed in sending your own pictures of you visiting museums, as well, or strolling through gardens or frequenting cafes and bookstores. Namjoon was a good conversationist. There was never a dull moment when they both of you were immersed in your conversations about life and any and everything.

The intimate pictures came recently, Namjoon sending one first. A picture of him laying down, clothed bulge on display. The sight of it makes your mouth water and thighs clench. You were hesitant to send your own pictures, but you do. You were self-conscious about your body. You never were sure if you had the flat stomach, decent size breast and butt. However, sitting and dwelling on it would do nothing but make you insecure so you sent the picture.

You didn't regret it when Namjoon sends a flood of messages claiming that you were beautiful, comparing your beauty to goddess and even angels. You were flattered and it causes you to send even more pictures - each one becoming more explicit and raunchier.

It didn't stop at pictures. He'd send you videos of him, claiming that your beauty was what caused him to touch himself. He'd send you videos of him pumping his cock in the camera, heavy breathing in the background. He asks you to do the same and when you do, you feel unsure. You never touched yourself on camera; and even if you, you'd never send it to anyone.

Vaginas weren't appealing to you. You didn't enjoy touching yourself without a toy because of the wetness it caused, but for Namjoon you would. The sensation was weird at first but knowing that Namjoon would enjoy your videos doesn't cause you to stop. You plunge your fingers in and out of you, breathing deeply until you're moaning his name.

Each video session you sent one another, you became more comfortable. You appeared naked more often than not, nipples erect and more willing to add your face into said videos - even if Namjoon never did.

You were hesitant to tell Taehyung. He has been your best friends since childhood and any crush you had he never approved of. When you'd attempt to date, he'd claim that he was a male and understood how males worked. He'd never stopped you from dating but wasn't one to not say "I told you so" when the boys you chose weren't who they said they were.

Taehyung had caught you one night. The both of you live together in an apartment a few blocks away from the University you attended. You were careless this time. Taehyung being one of your closest friends, he didn't care much for personal space. He'd walk in on you while you showered and speak to you as if nothing was wrong. He'd walk around in his underwear and even walk into your room without as much as knocking. There had been many times Taehyung had caught you masturbating - this time it felt more humiliating because you were recording.

Taehyung wasn't going to let it go until you told him who you were sending those videos to, so when you did, you can see the glint in his eyes. He wasn't thrilled about you sending pictures to Namjoon, but you were a grown woman. You could do whatever you wanted and what you were doing wasn't illegal. Besides, Namjoon was a good guy unlike the others you were interested in.

You and Namjoon never spoke on the phone, nor spoke face to face - even though Facetime. You tried, but it failed each time. Namjoon claimed to never have the time and you were understanding - Taehyung not so much. But you were adamant about Namjoon being who he says he was. He posted regularly on his instagram and on his stories - the bike rides were your favorite.

'Do you like the gift?'

The message reads.

'I can't wait to see you ride it.'

You only agreed in riding the sex toy Namjoon had sent to you if you could do it on facetime. You had called and was surprised that he answered. It was dark but you could see his dimples even in the dark. Namjoon turns the camera to his exposed cock and you felt compelled to ride the cock he sent; your mind fantasizing that it was him you were riding.

Your pussy clenches around the dildo, juices sliding down the shaft of the large cock you rode. You moan each time your crash down on it - Namjoon's muffled moans in the background as you do so. He's currently pumping his cock roughly, eyes stuck on your tight pussy.

You moan his name loudly, not caring if Taehyung was home and could hear you. He would surely never let you live this down, but you were determined to cum with Namjoon.

You do cum, juices flooding out of you, and you release one last high pitch moan.

Taehyung does indeed laugh at you, making his own high-pitched moans imitating your own.

Taehyung begins to miss you. You were his best friend, someone who would always be there when he needed you. He took your time for granted. You had boyfriends and lovers, sure, but they never took up much of your time.

Namjoon, however, had. You'd often be on your phone when you were home, eyes glued to the screen completely. Your signature movie marathons were interrupted when the notification from your phone went off. You'd be smiling ear to ear and suddenly, he was second place.

You and Taehyung couldn't as much as play Mario Kart without you pausing to send a message to Namjoon and now, you were working his nerves. You were always his number one girl - hell, his number one person. As much as he had girlfriends, he'd never let them come between your friendship. His former girlfriends never understood that you were his best friend and came first - maybe that's why he was single now.

"We need to talk." Taehyung pipes up one day during dinner. You were both eating burgers and the constant sound of your phone going off was driving him irate.

You furrow a brow at Taehyung but nod.

"Are you sure you're speaking with Namjoon?"

You stop chewing. You turn towards him on the couch and stare for a few moments.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N." Taehyung rolls his eyes. "You said you never seen in face during these calls."

Maybe Taehyung was being picky and possibly confrontational. However, your well-being was his top concern. There was a possibility that whoever you were conversing with could be a creep using your naivety to their advantage.

"You do this all the time, Tae." You murmur, voice low. You no longer have an appetite.

"Y/N..." Taehyung sighs. He understands that tone in your voice. "I don't mean to hurt you-"

"You think Namjoon could never like me." you shrug your shoulders, biting your lip. "No man can ever like me in your eyes."

"That's not true!" Taehyung exclaims. He places his plate on the coffee table and turns to you fully. "I love you, Y/N. You know this. I just don't want you to be taken advantage of."

Taehyung was no fighter, but if your well-being was compromised, he would. He was a man, after all, and men had sick thoughts. Some thoughts he would never bring to the light, but they remained there, nonetheless. He'd hate to see you in a situation that could bring you to a depressive state.

"I just miss you. I miss us." Taehyung leans back into the couch and releases a sigh. "You're always talking to Namjoon and you never have time for me anymore."

"Aww," you began to smile. "Tae Tae!" you laugh. You lean forward to wrap your friend into a hug. "You missed me this much?"

Taehyung chuckles. "I hate you." he responds, but he returns your hug, nonetheless.

Taehyung was jealous, he'd admit. He'd never felt as if he'd ever lose you to another man before.

But Taehyung understood that one day you'd need to find a partner and eventually, you'd get married and have a family of your own. There would come a time where Taehyung won't be the most important person in your life anymore, and though it'll hurt, he'd have to get over it.

"You know I'd never leave you behind, Tae." you tell him, assuring. You lean back from the embrace. "Do you...think it's Namjoon?"

Taehyung bites his lips. He's unsure himself. A part of him wants to believe that Namjoon is the man you're speaking with. But he was sure this could be an episode of Catfish. You rarely speak to him on the phone, and when you do manage to facetime him, his face is never in the camera.

Taehyung swallows. "Well..." he trails off. "Why don't you ask to meet up?" Namjoon lives in the same city and goes to a neighboring university. Meeting up wouldn't be anything difficult if he is who he claims to be.

"I tried." you nod your head. "He...he says he's busy with school work and-"

"Y/N." Taehyung interrupts. "What did I tell you?"

You roll your eyes and groan out, "If a man wants to see me-"

"He'd make the effort to." Taehyung finishes with a nod. "Now, maybe this is Namjoon. But if you're going to keep fucking yourself-"

You widen your eyes and yelp. "Shut up!" you slap his shoulder.

Taehyung released a loud, deep laugh. "Don't hit me! I'm just saying, Y/N. You can't keep doing this virtual relationship when we live in the same city as the man."

You knew Taehyung was right. There's been many offers on your part to meet up, but they were always shut down. You tried to be supportive and understanding, but it was frustrating.

"Do you think he has a girlfriend, maybe?"

"Please don't put those thought in my head." you groan out, hands on your head now. "I cannot imagine being the other woman, Tae Tae."

Taehying shakes his head. "I'm just curious. Nothing more, nothing less." he assures. He knew what you were when you got into your own head. "Let's go out. It's happy hour."

You snicker. "You don't drink often."

"Duh." Taehyung responds matter-of-factly. "Half off all smoothies. Let's go, we only have about 30 minutes left."

This is what you adored about Taehyung. He was spontaneous in a way. He wasn't like other men and was a nerd at heart. You two had traditions. Every Monday there was a movie marathon you both attended in the living room - you both had later classes and didn't need to work. Wednesdays were considered errand day. Taehyung claimed to hate this day, but he never allowed you to hold a bag from the grocery store after running around throwing everything in the cart.

Taehyung was your best friend and you're grateful that you met him many years ago; and just as grateful that you maintained the friendship even into your adulthood.

"Y/N, open the door!"

You lean against the bathroom door, tears trailing down your eyes at an alarming pace. Your hands tangle in your hair and you're doing everything in your power to calm your breathing. 

You're embarrassed.

You're traumatized.

You're disgusted with yourself more than anything. 

Taehyung continues to knock on the door in hopes you'd open up to him. He hated seeing you cry. You appeared vulnerable and fragile. But he was your best friend and needed to help you through your pain.

You fingers pull your hair at the scalp while you attempted to drown out Taehyung's knocks and calls. 

You were wrong about him - Namjoon. You couldn't face Taehyung now. You were positive that he wouldn't laugh in your face about how you were wrong about him. However, you wish that the ground would crumble up and swallow you whole. 

While Taehyung and you were out getting smoothies, his eyes had caught an interesting site. Namjoon wasn't someone that you could miss easily. He was as tall as he was clumsy, and clumsy he surely was. Him dropping three smoothies onto the ground as soon as he got it causes Taehyung to offer help.

Taehyung and he chatted for a few moments, laughing at how clumsy he was. They weren't friends, but they weren't strangers.

That was your moment to enter. Maybe he didn't see you there with Taehyung. When else would you get the opportunity to meet with him? You introduced yourself and Namjoon offers a wide dimpled smile that faded each moment as you began to speak. He was confused - genuinely confused on what you were speaking of. 

"You were talking to me?" Namjoon ponders aloud. "I-I...don't think it was me."

You felt hot upon hearing the words. The confusion on his face, mixed with the hesitance in his voice. He was telling the truth. He didn't know who you were in the slightest.

"Hold on!" Namjoon calls, but you sprint out of the cafe. Taehyung follows close behind you.

"Open the door, Y/N. Please talk to me." Taehyung is begging now, pleading with everything in him for you to speak with him.

Taehyung steps back when the door swings open. Your eyes were puffy, and cheeks stained with tears. He steps forward to engulf you in a hug, but you step around him. You make a dash to you into your room, but Taehyung is trailing close behind you. As you try to slam your door, Taehyung pushes his way through. "Ignoring me won't make it go away."

"I don't want to talk." you cry. It was bad enough that you had to deal with the fact that you were dumb enough to believe Namjoon would talk to you. Now, having to face Taehyung - someone who voiced his own concerns about it - was just a slap to the face.

"Y/N. I'm your friend!" Taehyung hisses. He doesn't mean for his words to come off harsh, but he would be damned if he allowed you to be alone in your own self-pity. "Let me comfort you."

And you do. Taehyung doesn't speak when you cry into his chest. He was sure his shirt would be covered in tears and snot by the time you were done, but nothing a little laundry detergent and water could help.

Taehyung rubs your back soothingly when you calm down. He doesn't push you to talk to him right away. He understands your hurt - he only wish he could take your pain away. 

"I feel so stupid." you murmur after an hour. Taehyung and you now laid upon your bed, your head on his shoulder. "Namjoon must think I'm a loser."

"He doesn't." Taehyung responds. "He looked concern. I didn't have a chance to speak with him." You were his main concern, but he'll have to get in contact with Namjoon and explain the situation sooner or later. 

"You were right." you bitterly scoff. "I showed my body to some creep like a whore."

"Stop it, Y/N. You aren't a whore." Taehyung turns to you. He's glad you aren't crying anymore, but he wasn't going to listen to you insult yourself. "You were catfished. it happens to all of us. Block that person immediately."

And you do. You were hesitant in the beginning. A part of you wanted to believe that the person you were speaking with was indeed Namjoon, but you understood you had to do what was best - which was blocking the catfisher. It shouldn't be anything to question. It was the obvious thing to do, but you can't stop yourself from feeling empty afterwards.

Taehyung on the other hand decided that he needed to keep you at eye level. He didn't wish to smother you - being overly affectionate about your situation would only make you think about the situation more often. But he knew he needed to be there for you as much as you'd let him. 

A week thus far had passed, and Taehyung is unsure how you're handling everything. He's sure you're choosing to ignore everything. each moment he'd ask if you're alright, you'd brush him off as if it was obvious that you were indeed alright. "Why wouldn't I be?" you'd ask in response. Why wouldn't you be alright? You were catfished by who the hell knows. This person has your nudes plastered all over their phone. It would be traumatizing for anyone.

Another week passes and you're walking alongside Taehyung to your joint apartment. You're content that he hasn't spoken about the situation. You were glad you had a Taehyung in your life that cares for you, but you needed nothing more than to move on from this situation. 

Taehyung presses the buttons to the apartment to unlock it. He twists the door and swings it open. He flicks on the lights and halts in his tracks. 

You push around him to enter. Your eyes catch the scene before you and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. 

"Y/N..."

You don't respond to Taehyung. Instead, your eyes are flickering to the countless pictures hanging in the apartment - all of you. The same pictures you sent to the catfisher. 

'Who the hell are you?'

The last thing you wanted to do was get in contact with someone you never wanted to speak with again. This same someone could be someone dangerous and deranged. 

How the catfisher managed to figure out where you lived to just display countless pictures of you - the same ones you sent to them - was psychotic behavior. 

Taehyung had watched you break down one too many times, but this was different. You cried even harder as you snatched all the pictures and crumbled them in your hands. He's unsure what to do - how to comfort you. He's breathing heavily and he's attempting to rack his brain around this situation. 

Taehyung asks if you'd like to go to the police station and report this. It was stalking and harassment, surely there was something that could be done. But you turned the idea down. You were humiliated. How could you go to someone and admit that you were catfished in the most obvious way and now being tormented?

Your hands snatch your phone from your bed once you received a notification. It was them. 

You read the message while licking your lips in anticipation. 

'Hello, Y/N.'

You're pissed now. Why were they responding as if nothing was gone?

'I'm sure you feel stupid.'

They were taunting you now. As if you were some type of joke in their sick game.

'What do you want from me?'

You hesitantly wait for a response. You're unsure if you want to know. The type of material they had on you was enough to ruin your life.

'To embarrass you.'

Your eyes begin to water. You're racking your brain to figure out what you did to deserve this? Did they know who you were personally? You weren't one to be rude to anyone, even when they deserved it. You've gone to restaurants where your order has been royally fucked up and you've never complained. You were polite when needed to. At your own job, the customers and their attitudes were off the wall, however, you could never bring yourself to give the same energy they gave.

'You've allowed me to embarrass you. You've sent me these pictures. They belong to me now.'

Your stomach churns.

'And you also belong to me now.'

Taehyung knocks at your door. He hasn't heard from you in hours. He told himself it was best to leave you be for a while, but a while has passed. He feared you would hurt yourself. No, you never did anything to hurt yourself before, but you've never been through anything such as this.  

Taehyung twists your doorknob and pokes his head in. The room is dark, but he can see your body curled on your bed, head faced down. He hears slight sobs, and he feels horrible. "Y/N?" he calls, stepping forward. "Don't cry."

It was easier said than done. It wasn't Taehyung being harassed by a random person who knew a little too much about you. 

"We're going to get through this." Taehyung places a hand on your back and begins to rub. "We can go to the police-"

"No." you jolt up and shake your head. You proceed to wipe your eyes. "They h-have pictures and videos and..."

"Sshh..." Taehyung shakes his head. "I understand but-"

"But they own me." you scoff bitterly. "They said...they said I have to do things for them. Him. Them...I don't even know if it's one person or not."

Taehyung furrows a brow. "Do things for them? What the hell do they want?" he hisses. 

You begin to cry harder. You wanted to vomit all over the place. You feel your heart begin to break at what your life was becoming. 

"Tell me, Y/N." Taehyung's voice becomes louder with authority. "What do they-"

Taehyung hears another notification. It's not your phone, but his own. He looks down at his phone and shakes his head. "I don't understand."

Your eyes watch as Taehyung opens the message and begins to read.

'Hello, Taehyung. You claim to love Y/N and would do anything for her, what are you willing to do to get her out of trouble?'

"What trouble, Y/N?" Taehyung flickers his eyes from his phone screen to you. "You can come to me for anything, you know that, right?"

"I can't-"

"Y/N you can!" Taehyung hisses, but another message comes before he can continue. 

'You two are best friends, are you not? How friendly are you?'

"What does he mean?" Taehyung scans your frightened expression. 

"He wants you to..." you feel sick, lightheaded. "to...he wants to watch you and me..."

Taehyung's expression turns from confused to puzzled in a matter of seconds at the realization. 

'I bet you're asking what I get out of this. I like to see people like you squirm. You don't deserve this, of course, but bad things always happen to good people.'

"There has to be a way to track these people." Taehyung scoffs in disbelief. There wasn't a way they were going to blackmail the two of you. 

"I-I tried...I-I-"

"Calm down." Taehyung places a hand on your knee. "It'll-"

Taehyhung's phone rings in his hands. It's the same unknown person and he answers immediately. He was ready to cuss and scream at whoever it was, but they're speaking before him. 

"You can do as I say or everyone in your contacts - both of your contacts - will know of these pictures."

Your breath hitches in your throat. You don't recognize the voice, but it appears to be using a face tone either way, possibly through an app.

"If you choose to do as I say, I will send you a link to a livestream."

"L-Livestream?" you choke. Who the hell would be watching?

"Don't worry, only I would be attending."

"What are we expected to do?" Taehyung murmurs. 

"You know. Fuck her."

You began to cry.

"You may say you're just friends, but how could you not want to fuck her when your room is exactly besides hers?"

Taehyung's fists clench. 

"Do you hear her fucking herself-"

"Stop!" Taehyung hisses. "What do you want? Money?"

"If I wanted money, I'd ask for money." the voice offers a deep chuckle. "I want to see how much of a slut she is."

Your tears are falling effortlessly down your cheeks.

"If she could bare it all for me and she wasn't certain who I truly was, what is she willing to do with someone she's known for years?"

"We don't have to do this."

You're trembling, unable to look Taehyung in the eye. You feel naked before him - and technically you are. You were by no means insecure when it came to Taehyung. He's seen you down to your bra, but that was because you were drunk out your mind. Your intoxicated state had vomited all over yourself, the floor and the surrounding people. 

This? This was different. Taehyung had never seen you in lingerie before and you're sure he didn't want to. Your arms were crossed over your chest, the lingerie you wore clinging onto your skin uncomfortably. It was lacy and black, and you're positive that it would be a set you adored if you weren't forced into.

You were shocked by Taehyung agreeing to the terms of the pyscho catfisher. In the beginning, you had concluded he only did so because you were a crying mess at the catfishers words. But when the catfisher had contacted the both of you once more a week later, Taehyung had not gone against his word. Even with the amount of demands they had - you wearing a specific lingerie that you sent to you. They have given both you and Taehyung sexual enhancements - liquid shots that you were instructed to take over 20 minutes ago on a livestream. 

You owned a laptop, but Taehyung owned a desktop setup that he was instructed to connect to a larger monitor so the catfisher could comment while being a creep and watching. 

You glanced at Taehyung and sniffled. He wore nothing but his boxer and though you never thought about Taehyung sexually, you couldn't help your eyes from wandering. You blamed the sexual enhancement.

A notification sounds from the monitor. Your head snaps to it, reading what the catfisher has written. 

'You two are boring.'

Taehyung scoffs. He turns his head towards you once more. "Y/N..."

'We don't have to do this.' But you did need to do this. The threats and harassment were becoming unbearable. If they needed to see you embarrass yourself and possibly ruin your friendship with Taehyung, then so be it.

"You need to fuck me, Tae."

Before Taehyung can react, another comment comes from the voyeuristic catfisher. 

'I want to see foreplay. Sex isn't enjoyable without it.'

You gulp. You inhale deeply and exhale slowly. You haven't had sex with a man in almost a year. By the look of Taehyung's underwear, your dildo could not prepare you enough.

'You already took the enhancements. Make this worth your while.'

Taehyung turns to you fully. He's attempted as much as he could to not look at you. He wasn't a pervert - especially to you. He loved you. You weren't the typical fuck to him. "Try...laying down."

You nod your head. You allowed your arms to fall to your sides. Taehyung himself blames the sexual enhancement he took. Had your body always been this inviting?

"W-What are we gonna do?" you murmur to him, laying down on his bed. You feel awkward and wanted to die on the spot. 

"Relax." Taehyung responds. He places a hand on your knee and gently rubs it. "I'll never hurt you, Y/N, baby."

You feel the gush rush between your legs. Goosebumps run up your arms and shakingly release a breath. Taehyung's voice could possibly never be this deep before.

"You trust me, don't you?" Taehyung kneels down, brown eyes staring into yours. When you nod your head, Taehyung offers a small smile. "Open your legs."

The lace allows Taehyung to get a glimpse at how wet your pussy was. He grunts lowly, tongue poking out to wet his lips. 

Your back arches when you feel Taehyung send a kiss on your clothed clit. You head is spinning - this was your best friend. You could even consider Taehyung to be like a brother, now you're not so sure. 

Taehyung rubs his lips against your clothed clit, his cock twitching in his underwear. It's tight and needs to be torn off, but you weren't someone he would fuck into the mattress like a savage. He had to prep you first. Your scent is inviting - it makes his mouth water. 

You can feel Taehyung's finger push the lace panty aside. You're fully exposed in front of him now.

Taehyung doesn't hold back. He licks a slow stripe up your clit and watches your reaction. It causes him to lick and suck when he notices you're just as into as he is - this frightens him. Taehyung suckles on your clit - his best friends clit - so savagely that his sucking is echoing off his bedroom walls. 

You tell yourself that this is a onetime thing - that this could never happen again. It was the sexual enhancement that has Taehyung so deep into your pussy that you're enjoying it. 

Your moans send Taehyung over the edge. He hooks his hands beneath your knees and locks you in place so he could continue to suck on your clit. He watches you, mouth agape and moaning for him so loudly that he's leaking like a teenager in his underwear. 

"Tae..." you gasp his name, flinching at the overstimulation. "....fuck."

Taehyung lifts his head and licks his lips. "Are you okay, baby?"

You moan again because shit, Taehyung was sexy. You never thought this man was anything but your cute best friend who enjoyed playing dorky games and even more dorky hobbies. Was this what his former girlfriends experienced?

Taehyung enters two fingers inside of you. He pumps slowly, astonished at how wet and tight you were. 

It's amazing that the both of you were forgetting the camera recording the livestream, but you two will blame the sexual enhancement.

"You're so wet, baby." Taehyung hisses, pumping his fingers faster. "So wet and so beautiful."

You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your legs are quivering.

Taehyung's free hand allows your leg to fall. His hand snatches at the bra of your lingerie and tugs. He needed to suck on your breast - plump and ready. Your nipples are erect for him when he snatches them out and he doesn't hesitate to suck on them.

You can't hide your moans any longer. Your breast was a sensitive area, and Taehyung doesn't slow when he's sucking.

Taehyung's breathing quickens, sweat trickling down his forehead. He can sense that you were close to cumming just from how tight your pussy clenches around his fingers. He couldn't wait to be able to fuck you. 

"You're going to cum all over my fingers, aren't you?" Taehyung's sucking extends outside of your nipples. He's biting your breast, appearing completely animalistic, and leaving behind marks and bruises. 

"Yes, I'm gonna cum." you nod your head, hips wiggling to get away from the sensation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." you hiss, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The sound of the squirt sprouting out mixed with your sudden screams are a perfect melody, perfectly in sync. The bed is wet, as are you and him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you." Taehyung hisses, pushing his underwear down. 

Taehyung is huge. His cock is sprung, pink and veiny. It was perfect.

Taehyung places the tip of his cock on your clit and groans. "Fuck, baby, you're so sexy." he murmurs, eyes glued on your wet, glistening clit. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod without a thought. If he could finger fuck you into oblivion, you had a wild ride ahead of you.

Taehyung enters you and hisses. There was no time to hesitate. He fucks into you deeply, hands clenching your hips. He lifts your hips so that he has full control to get deeper inside of you. 

"Shit." you moan, shaking your head. Your eyes catch on the site, Taehyung so focus on his thrusts that he doesn't notice you observing him.

Taehyung was so beautiful, so caring. You couldn't think of another man that you loved more than Taehyung.

Taehyung bites his lips, eyes flickering to yours. His heart jumps to find your eyes - filled with lust - already on him. "Feels good?" he smirks, nails digging into your skin deeper. 

"I love you, Tae." you slur your words, you're positive you could cum again right now. 

Taehyung halts his thrusts. "Huh?"

"I love you." you sigh. "Please don't stop." you beg.

You loved him. 

Taehyung knows this. Of course you love him. You two were best friends - the bestest of friends. 

But this confession of love appeared personal. 

"I love you, too, baby." Taehyung flips you around. He slams your face into his bed. Your ass is in the air, and he sends a quick slap upon it before entering you again. "How much do you love me?"

You're unable to give a response with the power in his thrusts. Your hands clench his bedsheets.

"I love you so much, Tae." you moan, eyes squeezed shut. He was fucking too good that you couldn't do anything but say you loved him. You're unsure if a man has ever made you feel as good as Taehyung did - and that was deadly. This was someone you'd had to look at once the sexual high (and enhancement) wore off.

Taehyung groans, hips snapping into you. His right hand slaps your cheek. "Say it again, baby. Say you love me."

You enjoyed being hit, Taehyung notes, you clench around him. 

"I-I love you...." you're cumming and moaning uncontrollably. 

Taehyung was near himself. You sounded so beautiful; your pussy was amazing. Your body captivates him and he surely did adore you. The sayings were correct - sex with those you loved was far more intimate when it was with someone you loved.

Taehyung shoots his cum inside of you, cursing as he does so. His cum shoots out of you and it drips down your clit and onto his bedsheets.

You fall into the bed, breathing deeply. Your eyelids were heavy.

Taehyung falls besides you and wraps an arm around your waist.

Namjoon hands squeezes the tip of his cock, his eyes are glues to the screen. He came just in time with you and Taehyung, the sight amazing. He continues to eye his screen to see the both of you soundly asleep, forgetting about you livestream show they put on for him.

Namjoon was but a man. People would say he was a sick bastard if he found out what he was doing, but he wouldn't call himself sick. He was just...a man. He had needs like the rest of the men around the world had. Sure, maybe what he was doing wasn't necessarily "human decency" but he couldn't help his self.

Namjoon understood that he had a problem at a young age. He loved to see women in positions such as this - humiliated. Degraded. Helpless.

Namjoon once attempted to get help. He spoke to therapist about his sadism. He didn't want to hurt people, no, but watching and enjoying people be humiliated brough him great pleasure.

Namjoon was a voyeur. He adored being able to sit and attend the sex parties. The gangbangs were his favorite - the sight of a woman being completed used for pleasure brought him over the edge. He understood he was a sick individual, but he was far too deep into this.

Namjoon groans, pumping his cock in his hand at the site of Taehyung pounding inside of you. It was obvious the sexual enhancement had only enhanced the sexual attraction that was already there. Taehyung licked your pussy with such need and desire - only could be done with someone he truly loved and desired.

Taehyung fucks you with such need, almost as if he was waiting for this very moment. Namjoon cums too quickly for his liking, but it wasn't long until he was erect again.

The moans from Taehyung and you were the icing on the cake. You were far into the sex that you forgot he was watching. You should thank him, truly. You were getting the best sex of your life by your best friend - yelling out constant "I love you's". Namjoon was a match-maker, he thinks.

When you fall asleep, Namjoon manages to clean himself. He showers and washes the clothes he had on prior. His mind wanders to the previous weeks. How you had introduced yourself to him and how he had to pretend not to know who you were. You were hurt and the hurt does nothing but turn him on. He remembers the way you ran out of the smoothie shop in pure embarrassment.

Taehyung calls after you, but not before stopping by Namjoon first.

"How do you think she'll handle it?" Namjoon asked, furrowing a brow.

Taehyung shrugs. "She's embarrassed. That was part of the plan."

As Namjoon exits his shower, his phone rings. He strolls back towards his bedroom where his desktop laid, livestream still on. Taehyung was not in site, but you remained asleep on the bed.

Namjoon grasps his phone and hums. He answers. "You're calling sooner than expected."

Taehyung chuckles.

"How does it feel?" Namjoon asks. "To finally fuck Y/N?"

Taehyung groans. "Like heaven." he admits.

Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung's plan to get you into bed was a wild one. When the younger man had come to him with the plan, he had laughed in his face. However, Taehyhung remained stoic. He was serious, and Namjoon was intrigued.

Taehyung was no fool to Namjoon's own kinks and fetishes. Who else would be the one to go along with his plan? Sure, Taehyung's plan was a bit insane and time consuming. "Talk to Y/N pretending to be yourself, get her comfortable and then pretend to not know who the hell she is."

It took Namjoon months to get to know you. You were a genuine person, and the wholesome part of him understood what he was doing was wrong. But, the chance to witness you vulnerable had caused him to go along with the sick plan by no one other than your best friend.

"By all means necessary." Taehyung had assured, and Namjoon had delivered.

You were a beauty. You weren't the outgoing type so to get you to become intimate with him wasn't something to be done easily. But Namjoon was persistent. He got you comfortable enough that you bore it all for him - and he had the leverage he needed to break you.

Taehyung had received all the pictures and videos you had sent Namjoon - what he did to them, Namjoon had a clue. But he wasn't one to judge; he did the same.

"What now?" Namjoon sits at his desk. You stirred but didn't wake. "Is the game over?"

Taehyung sighs. "No." he responds. "I haven't compensated you."

Namjoon scoffs. "You don't need to pay me. It was fun."

Taehyung is silent on the other end, so silent that Namjoon checks to see if he had hung up.

"Don't you want to fuck her?"

The question catches Namjoon by surprise. "H-huh?"

Taehyung snorts on the other end.

"Tae, it's not funny." Namjoon hisses. "Stop joking."

'I'm not." Taehyung quips. "Her pussy still belongs to me, Joon-ah. I just want you to...have a little taste." Taehyung voice seemingly darkens, and Namjoon stiffens.

"Is that so?" Namjoon questions.

"Of course. I have to be there, though." Taehyung says. "I'm sure we can come up with another plan for her to let the both of us have her."

"At the...same time?" Namjoon can just feel his cock harden. He never participated in a threesome before and just the thought has him ready to cum once more.

"Yes."

Namjoon licks his lips.

"Okay." Namjoon needs to keep his composure. He couldn't allow his excitement to be exposed at this moment. You were once considered off-limits, but now Taehyung was extending his possession for him. "What's the plan?"

Taehyung clicks his tongue. "I'll get back at you." he says. "I know you're hard again."

Namjoon cheeks flushs. Taehyung knew him too well.

"I'm going to fuck Y/N again and you're going to watch." Taehyung sing-songs. "Give you a little show of just how good my pussy feels. How good it'll soon feel for the both of us."

Taehyung hangs the phone up and like clockwork, he's back into the room. Namjoon gulps. Again, he was but a man - as fucked up as it was.

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[int-writersmind]

In The Dead of Night

Symbiote!Peter Parker x Female reader

Word Count: 666 (no I'm not joking)

Warnings: Smut; some weird tentacle play idk

Author Note: I don't know what possessed me to write this but I did it. Bare with me I wrote and edited this in like one night, so it might be shitty and I might delete it idk, enjoy.

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You were in a deep sleep with nothing but a tank top and underwear on, the window cracked open, letting in a cool breeze. Your skin prickles but not because of the cold air, but because something slimy and slightly wet is climbing up multiple parts of your body.

Across your torso, slowly creeping under your tank top, a black tentacle wraps around one of your breasts.

Another tentacle goes up through your waistband, slithering down your leg, wrapping around your thigh and calf.

The last tentacle wraps around your neck, the end creeping up your face, waking you up.

Your eyes shoot open, with mostly shock, but surprisingly not fear, the tentacle around your neck squeezes tighter. “Peter…” you whisper. 

Your boyfriend, Peter Parker to some, Spider-Man to all of New York, groans and moans in sleep. A few weeks ago Peter came into contact with some mysterious rock that fell from space, gifting this-this…what did Peter call it? A symbiote. It had enhanced all of his typical Spidey powers and graced him with a few additional, including these…tentacles.

You reach your hand out and push him a little harder, “Peter! Fucking wake up.”

Peter shakes himself awake, catching himself from falling off the bed when he notices the black tentacles coming from his body and wrapping itself over multiple parts of your body.

“Oh my-oh my god I-I’m-” Peter shakes.

“No…no,” You place a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “God it’s, it’s kind of strange but I kinda-I kind of like the feeling.”

As almost reacting to what you just said, more tentacles shoot out from Peter encompassing your body. Wrapping over both legs, and arms, tugging at your shirt and underwear.

“I-I don’t know what to do?” Peter asks

“Maybe,” You responded. “But subconsciously your mind knows exactly what to do.”

You pull him in close, enrapturing him with a deep kiss as the tentacles expand covering more of your body, two of them crawling up your leg, entering you.

Slowly they pump inside of you, filling you up to the point where you pulse against them. A high pitch moan slips from your mouth, your eyes falling close, head falling back into the pillow as you writhe against the mattress. “Oh-my god, it feels…so…”

Another tentacle wraps around your breast, flicking at your nipple, Peter grasps the other in his hand massaging with his palm and fingers. Peter goes from kissing your lips to kissing your neck, as the tentacle around your neck enters your mouth. The sensation is like a gloved latex finger, your tongue wrapping around it, your mouth humming against the sensation.

The tentacles inside you pump faster, a heat building in your abdomen. Peter brings his other hand down to touch in between your legs, switching between circular motions to side to side. The pleasant sensations from everything touching your body causes the heat in your abdomen to grow. 

You toss and you turn, sweat starting to form on every open piece of available skin. You run your hands up and down Peter’s body, gripping and squeezing whenever the sensations are hitting the spot. “God, I’m…I’m…”

As you come, your body stiffens as you squeeze and tighten against the tentacles, your thighs subconsciously close around Peter’s hand. As your high dies down, the tentacles retract from your body, your head falls against the pillow. Peter removes his hands from your breast and from in between your legs. He places gentle kisses on your face and lips as you fade back into reality.

“I don’t know what-where that came from but…” Peter says.

“But we have to do that again.” You whisper out. You reach your fingers out and play with Peter’s nose and lips.

“Now that would be responsible.”

You laugh, “C’mon you know you like it, I bet it even turned you on.”

Peter groans and attacks your neck with kisses, “I guess we just have to keep testing the extent of this symbiote”

“How irresponsible…” You say.

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woah, did not expect to follow up that fluff-y fic with this one. Do you hate me, do you care? Let's see how long I'll keep this up before my anxiety tells me to delete this from the internet. Goodbye Void!

[tmwcs]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER EIGHT

Warnings: uh...yeah....threesome. two stepbrothers (twins) fucking reader (y/n). Theres also breeding kinks, unprotected sex, some eskimo brother type shit (if you know what that means...you know.) but yeah..this is pretty much straight filth. which means next chapter (which is actually almost done and will probably be posted tomorrow) but lets just say this is the ....or one of the nastiest chapters in the series. MDNI18+

This chapter isnt too long but dont worry bc next one will be.

The words barely processed in your head as you felt your body being lifted off the couch. You breasts makes contact with Heeseung’s broad chest. With his hands swooping over your thighs and underneath, carrying you as Heejeong provides support by gripping your waist from behind, you subtly whimper out as you felt hands roaming all over your body, leaving no inch of you untouched. Heeseung’s lips gracefully leaves wet trails all over your front, while Heejoeng covers your back, mercilessly drowning you with an ocean of their saliva marking you. Pushing your lower back, causing your chest to lean forward inward towards Heeseung, Heejeong enhances your form as you bring’s your hips back, causing your rear to press up against his groin.

Heeseung leans back against the wall, leaving endless kisses on your throat and chin, all the while his hand glides below to unleash the monstrous form of his length to peek out from his jeans. Without breaking contact with your skin, he uses his tongue to draw out motions of circles and other patterns as he tastes you. Rubbing the tip in between your swollen folds, he releases a delightful groan into the nook of your neck. Forced to absorb the vibrations of his tone, your body trembles upon feeling the metronome of his voice shaking against you. Feeling at how moist and ready you seemed to be, considering Heejoeng’s earlier discretion in administering foreplay, Heeseung was unable to contain himself as he rushes to breach your walls.

“I promise, next time we’ll play around baby. For now, let me get it in….just this time. I need you….so bad…..fuck.” he breathes out into your ear while he rubs the nub of his tip back and forth, collecting the heated glaze of your body’s natural moisture emitting from your womanhood. The more he rubbed, the more wet you got, and so did his tip. Slipping inside, without any friction to hinder his entry, his throbbing length slides in nicely. With the natural lubricant from Heejeong's earlier performance, Heeseung's thick muscle became polished by his brother's load, along with your natural made spirits all mixed in together. Combining it with his own, you felt the slick and squelching clear substance, while being thrusted in and out of you at high momentum, become thick and ropy. It developed into a creamy, white consistency, and started to adhere to the skin right outside your entry and your inner thighs. The more he thrusted, the more viscid it became as glob of it ringed around the base of Heeseung's member.

Thrusting, pumping, and pushing, he reaches high into cavity, tearing walls, splitting flesh, and pulsates deep inside as he shoves himself deeper...and deeper. The pain could hardly be felt as the overwhelming sense of delectation hits the vitals of your gut and chest with a pounding notion. You felt as high as a kite, and invigorating. Each time he thrusted upwards and into you, you loss your breath through panting moans, all the while succumbing to the immense sensuality of the needlelike tingles that tapped your core, causing your body temperature to rise and your body to create more fluids, allowing him dig in faster, easier, deeper, and harder.

Cradling you as he grabs hold of your derriere, he pulls you in closer, holds you, and steadies you as he pumps upwards inside. The tip of his nose is leveled with the center of your throat, which he delightfully takes the opportunity to place tender pecks as he tilts his head to graze your neck with the taps of his lips. He breathes hard, and gasps his groans out in sync with your heaving moans. Your hands rest on his shoulders, grabbing hold of the black fitted t-shirt he adorned on his broad muscles as your body bounces up each time he propels inside. Swinging up, and pulled down, all in a repeated cycle, your body adheres to the pace as your breasts bounces vigorously, enhancing his instincts to go even faster, as the innate sensation and desire to breed with you takes altitude, stirring the emotions and lusts of his male anatomy to accomplish that deep desire.

He went on....and on...until finally.....

"ah fuck...." he groans into your neck, his hands squeeze and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your cheeks as he pulls you down and holds you still, shoving his member deep as he releases. The oozing of his seed swims inside you as he keeps unloading every single bit of his future generation, loving the thought of them finding their way around in the deepest parts of you, traveling towards the one bit that would seal your fate with him and his brother. Despite your birth control methods, which he and Heejeong very well knew about, it did not deter away from their fantasy in creating children with you. Gritting his teeth and pressing those shiny pearly whites against your skin as he clenches his jaw shut from the immense sense of pleasure, he jerks upwards into you a few times to ensure that every single drop was emptied, before slowly pulling out and welcoming the cool air to greet the skin of his shaft. You felt yourself closing....just up until Heejeong grips your hips from behind and shoves his face into the back of your head. Inhaling the scent of your hair, he breathes in deeply as he breaches your entry. Just like Heeseung, he was smooth, thick, and rather long. Stroking with his own hand, he pumps up his member and gets the blood flowing as he rests the tip just in between your two folds.

Heeseung felt a bit weak in the knees, yet the moment he heard your soft whimpers echoing out of your pretty pursed lips from Heejeong's actions, Heeseung felt himself revitalized rather quick, and supported your weight in order for his brother to do his bidding.

Grabbing your arms, pinning them to your sides, he forces you to lean into him, causing your rear to extend outward, pressing tightly against Heejeong's groin. Kissing your hips, Heeseung provides a delightful distraction as he holds you steady, and Heejeong, without a moments notice, begins to enter. Feeling yourself stretching open once more, Heejeong slowly slides in, filling you up as the base of his cock grows thicker until finally, your taint makes contact with the flat surface of his pelvis, and he's all the way in. Moaning into Heeseung's mouth, you feel his grip tighten around your arms, as he holds you closer against his chest. With Heejeong's fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, he slowly pulls out, just until the layering fold of his tip reaches the end. At that moment, he slams right back in, causing you to jolt upward and in to Heeseung's deep kiss. One hard thrust, and that was all it took for Heejeong to go at a pace that rivaled Heeseung's.

Faster, deep, and hard, Heejeong's shaft becomes enveloped by the overwhelming warmth and softness of your walls. Groaning into the back of your head, his hands shift upwards and holds onto your waist, as he gains a solid grasp that allowed him to go in even deeper than before. Unable to take being silenced by Heeseung's oral performance, you break free as you gasp for air and your moans propel out, shouting into the wide open air as you whimper for mercy, while at the same time you whine for more.

"Ugh! Oh God! Fuck! oh my God please!!" you gasped out, unable to finish or formulate a clear sentence as your body rigorously bounces up and in towards Heeseung, as the elder brother relentlessly taps in from behind. The sound of your skin slapping against his groin and thighs as he rams into you, was barely heard among his wild groans and your pleading whimpers. Heejeong's moment was fierce, and uncontrollable. He was domineering and forceful as he shift his thumbs, extending them to graze over your cheeks and slightly lift them as he palms the smooth surface of your derriere. Watching as he pelts you mercilessly, he continues to adorn your pretty hair with the hot breaths of his growls, incorporating soft kisses to your ear from behind while Heeseung addresses the front side of your neck. The two men carry the weight of your frame as they shared the responsibility of holding you up, while fucking you into oblivion.

"Oh shit.....fuck......" Heejeong growls as he swoops a hand around your neck and pulls your head back into his mouth, where he too grits his teeth, clenches his jaw shut and buries vibration motions of his groans as he unleashes deep inside your cavity. With his load meshing in with Heeseung's, he too enjoys the image of his seed, swimming inside your flesh, along with his brother's.

"Oh....fuck." gasping for a bit of air, he holds you steady and regains his motivation from the swarming loss of energy as he watches Heeseung reach down and hold his shaft by the base, ready to enter inside you again......for God knows how long, you embraced the sensation of overstimulation, breeding, and being filled by both, Heeseung and Heejeong, as they took turns to swap out and watch each other fuck into you......

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"Fuck she feels so good..."

"Does it feel good baby?"

"Well fuck you every day...yeah? Just like this baby...you want that dont you?"

"Yeeeeeeesssss...you dooo......fucking tell us you like it."

"Come on baby, don't pass out on us yet, we still have more for you."

"Fucking dammit...you can take it so well. You're our perfect girl.....our princess."

"Scream Y/n."

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One right after the other, you felt the swishing of their loads swirling deep within you. Your belly started to expand just a tiny bit from the amount of fluids that you were intaking as Heeseung and Heejeong released inside....again....and again.....and again.

"Ugh! N...no.....no more! I....I cant!.....It....its too much!" you cry out, beginning to feel your body in pausing the gushing of hot liquid as you feel yourself tired and surrendering from the pleasure turned soreness in between your folds.

"That right princess?" Heeseung taunts as he licks your throat from top to bottom.

"One.....last.....time....fuck!" Heejeong growls out as he cums inside. You lost count at the number of times they unleashed into you, though it was safe to say that the minimum was anything above four.

Finally feeling satisfied, the brothers cradle you in between their chests, trapping you in the middle as they lower themselves to a low seated position on the floor. With Heejeong's head resting on your shoulder, and Heeseung's face buries into the side your hair. Breathing deeply, the three of you welcomed the recomposition of gaining your breaths and singing out the gasping tones of pure satisfaction.

Wrapping their arms around you, you didn't bother trying to figure out whose hand it was that reached up and placed his thumb in between your teeth. Instead, you nibbled, sucked, and twirled your tongue around it as you feel yourself relishing in the fact that you were relentlessly fucked...by two men....your two step brothers....

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[rafecameronsmistress]

“Are you in the shower?”

[description] Fem Reader x Rafe Cameron

[summary] After a long day at work your boyfriend helps you relieve stress

[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, strong language

[authors note] feedback & requests are always welcome

‼️WARNING: ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️

Enjoy 🖤

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“babe?” i yell out from the bathroom after hearing a door shut

“yeah, it’s me” Rafe answers “are you in the shower?”

“i’m getting in now” i reply

i step in and stand under the shower head basking in the warmth letting the water roll over my entire body

i snap out of my day dream when i hear clothes heaping onto the floor

the shower door slides open, Rafe is standing there completely nude with a devilish smirk, i can’t help but notice he’s fully erect

he steps in and wraps his arms around me from behind nuzzling his face into my neck

i allow myself to melt into his strength, it’s been a long day, i close my eyes and indulge in this connection between us

“how was your day baby?” he asks softly

“it was alright” i say unconvincingly

“just alright?” the tone in his voice shifts “what can i do to make it better, hmm?” he presses his soft lips to my neck, leaving a trail of love down to my shoulder

his touch sends shivers down my spine “i guess i could think of one thing” i say teasingly while pushing myself against his manhood

i can feel him smile against my skin and that’s when his hands begin to search for their next victim, he grabs hold of both of my breasts and rolls my nipples in between his fingers

i take a deep breath in and lean my my head back on his shoulder, Rafe licks and sucks on my neck, i let out a sweet soft moan into his ear

the water is pounding on my hard nipples causing a tingling sensation between my thighs, i squeeze my legs together to enhance the feeling

one of his hands slides down the front of my body in search of my sweet spot, he runs a finger down my slit causing me to buck my hips into him “you want me?” he asks kissing my cheek

“mmhmm” i mumble, i reach my hand down to guide him and i push 2 of his fingers into my cunt, “fffuck-“

he slightly curls his long fingers while pumping them in and out of me, i can feel an orgasm building in my stomach

“right there Rafe” i whimper

“that feel good baby?” he growls in my ear

“don’t stop” i beg

he pulls his fingers out of me and sticks them in his mouth sucking off every last bit of my nectar

“Rafe please-“ i sigh, disappointed i was just deprived of an orgasm

he reaches in front of me grabbing the shower hose off the mount “put your leg up on the tub” he demands, i do as he says

he switches the shower head to the jet setting and places it directly on my clit, my body jumps at the sensation

“oh- fuck -“ i lose my breath

“how does that feel pretty girl?” he asks

i let out guttural moans in response, my legs begin to quiver as the jet relentlessly pounds my pussy

“cum for me” Rafe pressures me

my breaths become rapid, sharp inhales and exhales, “i’m cumming” i warn him

my body releases me into a state of euphoria, i lose all control

“that’a girl let it out” he groans, while holding up my limp body “that’s it baby”

he replaces the shower head and holds me until i’m steady on my feet again, rubbing his hands up and down my recovering body

i grab hold of his hands, pulling them up and kissing them

“pass me your shampoo” Rafe says “let’s get you cleaned up so we can go to bed”

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 6 pt.2

My heart is already beating hard inside me, pleading for any bit of attention. I am doing my best to practice restraint, to not let my inner cardiophilia show. I don't know if Khushi is into this, or what exactly her intentions are with me, and I can't risk upsetting her. I must be obedient and act as per her wishes. I can't let myself be carried away.

Khushi slips out of the dressing room, wearing a tight fitting black sleek swimsuit, completely covering her entire torso, till her elbows and above her knees. Sexy. Her long hair is neatly braided away from her face. The form fitting swimwear highlights her voluptuous breast, her lean muscular build, and the confidence she has knowing she can grab anyone's attention when she walks in the room. The smoothness in the outline also makes me realise that she's wearing nothing below that swimsuit. Not weird, I know people do that sometimes, but it drives me a bit more crazy. I can see an outline of a stemoscope under her suit and see the app on her laptop indicate that it's picking up her heart as it should, and give her a thumbs up. She walks towards me, swaying her hips alluringly, as if calling for my attention. I shiver a bit, maybe because her being so close to me is doing things to my brain...or maybe its because I'm still in my bra and underwear.

"I need your opinion on this one. Listen to my heart now vs. after I finish this 15 mins, and give me your feedback."

Yeah there's no way she's into hearts. There's no way I could get that lucky. I plug in the headphones reluctantly, frustrated about the stemoscope inhibiting my direct hand to chest stething experience, when suddenly I hear it: her beautiful heartbeat. And that's not all, she had a surprise gift for me: a sweet systolic murmur. Faint in the start and loudest in the middle between her 2 beats. This is her heart singing, a sound so dangerous and yet so beautiful. It occurs to me that as a gym instructor and avid exercise enthusiast, she has probably tortured her heart more than this on many occasions.....and the thought arouses me. The tension between my hand and her heart, the strong muscle capable of withstanding strenuous exercise and now this, her murmur.... stirs me up from the inside. A heat spreads in my vulva, growing stronger with each passing second her heart sings to me. She looks at me in delight, saying "oh, you found my murmur almost immediately! Good job, as expected of a med student!" and without further ado she jumps in. I snap out of it and start the recording process, listening to her heart gallop in my head, her murmur filling my every thought, envisioning her struggling heart pounding with such intense pressure.

Her heart starts off at 102 bpm, 126/80 and within 2 mins climbs to 195 bpm, and I watch as her blood pressure creeps up till it hits 198/110. I hear as she resurfaces up for air and her lung sounds take over me, heart beating deep and strong alongside and her murmurs.... Oh her murmur is just amazing. It grows smaller as the duration between each thump shortens but I can still clearly hear her singing for me. The lone spectator in her theatre, the only one in her audience, and the only one she needs for attention.

I can't take this anymore. The absolute madness of my desire takes hold of my mind, my throbbing clit enhancing my heartbeat and the raging of the pump within push me to the edge. I yank out the headsets, get up and jump in the pool and grab Khushi who immediately resurfaces with a surprised squeek. "What are you doing?? You're supposed to monitor my vitals!"

I push her back into the pool wall and my hand cups her left breast, my lips attack her neck. I feel Khushi's body going limp against me and she moans out softly, her hands grab my waist.

"Wha....what are yo- -hngg- you doing??"

I pay no heed to her words, and mercilessly atteck her neck with more vigorous attention to her bounding neck veins. I feel her lungs struggle under me, having not had enough time to breath in properly. Her heart stammers against my hand, beating hard from the intense exercise. The stemoscope is annoyingly in there but I try to ignore it.

Khushi relaxes more into my grip, getting into the rythm. She pants and moans, and she pulls me closer to her, chest to chest, heart to heart.

My own heart is beating erratically, finally rejoicing in its pleasure, reacting happily now that I've given into its demands. It picks up quickly, pounding out of my chest, trying to reach Khushi. My clit is agonizingly sensitive, turning me on with each beat of my thirsty organ, waiting to be touched, to be pampered.

Khushi arches her back to me, pushing her heart further into my palm. With my other hand I slowly work her nipples, already erect and hard, pushing out of her skintight swimsuit. The erotic feeling off the material rubbing sensually and slowly over her nipples elicits a loud moan from her, and her breathing becomes haggard. Her heart, already tired from the intense laps, is being pushed to its limits with my touch, and I demand it to work harder for me. She obliges, and hungrily asks for more. Khushi shakily fumbles with her zip and pulls it down to her sternum, begging for more direct touch. My hands immediately pull her swimsuit off her torso and her breasts escape out into full view, throbbing with her heart and with her nipples finally free, no material restraining it. The stemoscope slips out and slowly sinks, but neither of us could be bothered to fetch it. I take a deep breath in and go underwater, my lips meet her sensitive breasts. I start sucking her hard while feeling her heart hammer away more furiously as I push it further and further than before. Khushi is writhing and squirming, the pleasure taking over her senses and she loses herself in the moment, disregarding the pain that has begun to form in her chest. I feel her heart getting more and more confused and its rhythm is everywhere, irregular but still slamming hard and deep against my hand.

Khushi has no idea what her heart is doing to me.

I rub her clit over her suit and feel her sharp intake of breath, her moans so loud i can hear them clearly underwater. I slip my fingers inside her with ease and rub her clit as my tongue dances on her nipples. I know that she is overloaded with sensations from all over her body, sending her mind to a different place. She pushes my head further into her chest and I am running out of air, my lungs start burning. I push myself to stay underwater and feel a wave of carnal desire coming in my oxygen deprived state. I muster up whatever remaining strength I have and force myself above the water. Before she has a chance to register what's next, I pull her head underwater, cutting off her air supply. I want to push her little muscle to its limits, I want to see how far she's willing to go for me.

She doesn't hesitate and her lips easily find my sensitive areas. Easily slipping my bra off, she begins roughly playing with all my spots, letting her desires consume her. Her fingers roam all over my body, hungrily devouring every bit. My hand remains firmly implanted under her left breast, my only connection to her.

Slowly her roughness becomes more softer, and finally..... There it is. Her heart starts slowing down. The moment I've waited for.

I feel her whole chest shake with such force with each of hear beats, slowing to a dangerous level and yet somehow becoming stronger than ever before. This is her heart baring itself to me, giving me everything it has to offer. I feel her heart in my hand, begging for mercy, for a moment's rest else it might just give up. I need it to struggle a bit more for me though, I know she can.

I feel the wave of lust take me and I give in to my pleasure, moaning out loud, gripping Khushi's hair hard. I feel Khushi's heart, the poor thing, working so hard that it starts giving up. Khushi grows weak and her grip loosens. I immediately pull her out of the water and let her rest of her back, and without wasting a precious second I put my ear in between her breasts. My fingers slowly rest on her apex and I feel her gasping for breath. Her heart, now able to beat properly again, starts back up, erratic, irregular and faint. I listen intently to her recovery beats, as her breathing returns to normal.

"I was waiting for this, for you to do something like this to me... I was so sure you'd take me on the treadmill!" Khushi chuckles softly, now stroking my head as I listen to her beating heart.

"I don't know what you've done to Lea and Mrs. Nicole but I was really getting jealous of them, I waited for you you know..... It's rude to keep someone like me waiting."

I am surprised. I didn't know Khushi wanted me like that, given that we hardly interacted at all. Maybe our hearts connected, maybe she felt my heart beating for her touch.

"You've wanted me to pamper your heart like this? You're a cardiophile too?" I ask her.

"Cardiophile?? What's that?"

Oh Khushi..... if only you knew the hold your heart has on me.

It seems that much like her name. Khushi was only in it for the pleasure.

"I'm not too sure what that means....but next time, let's try pushing my heart a little bit more, yeah? Next time, we could do cycling and see the way my damaged heart goes!!"

Next time couldn't come any sooner.