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stillmonsterz · 10 months ago

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when you split the heart open

pairing: heeseung x reader, jake x reader (kind of)

genre: smut, angst (?)

summary: heeseung is dating the girl of his dreams. the only problem? he has to have sex with her.

warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, voyeurism, name-calling, manipulation, exhibitionism, dubcon, public sex, humiliation (?), heeseung is a cuck

word count: 5.1k

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Heeseung had a girlfriend, and she was amazing. She was pretty, smart, funny, and her body was out of this world. She had a particular vibrancy and joie de vivre that made spending time with her invigorating. She was the opposite of a dead fish in the bedroom- she was vocal, enthusiastic, and loved to please him.

He disliked having sex with her.

Sometimes he almost pitied her; she would seduce him in any way she could, winding her hips seductively, crawling towards him on the bed wearing nothing but thigh-high socks, rubbing his crotch under the table when they ate out, anything to catch his attention. Of course, he didn’t pass up a good fuck – he wasn’t insane – but it did nothing for him but provide a quick release.

It wasn’t like he didn’t love her, he did. He was convinced that someday, he could even marry her. It’s just that he found that he loved her best when she was farther away from him, someone he could admire rather than keep. Heeseung found her beautiful at 11 pm, when she would dance alone in her bedroom wearing a baggy T-shirt. Or when she would shove her face into her pillow and thrust the end of a hairbrush into her pussy. It was an amazing night when he had caught that- he had been parked outside of her apartment complex, so he got a side-view, and the camera he had set up in her closet gave him a perfect shot of her smooth legs and raised ass. The day after that, when they had had sex in his van, the memory of her chasing her orgasm got him to finish.

Heeseung was a voyeur, and he was starting to think that it was becoming a problem. And it wasn’t even a problem he could complain about; in a moment of weakness, he had told his best friend Jay that he didn’t like how frequently his girlfriend wanted sex, and Jay had heavily implied that Heeseung was gay.

He was getting really sick and tired of having to fuck his girlfriend all the time. Heeseung had suggested mutual masturbation, which backfired. It ended up being too intimate for him and it just got her hot. She had pounced on him and ridden him as if her life depended on it.

At times, he missed how things were before they started dating. He had met her at her job, and had never revisited. Instead, he had waited for her shift to finish, followed her home, and tugged himself dry while he watched her undress in her room. The curtains were too sheer, and sometimes she wouldn’t even draw them. It made him think she wanted him to see her, and the thought of that always made him harder.

She had approached him at the local grocery store, as he was buying ramen noodles. She had said that she had wanted to see him again, Heeseung had made up some excuse, and through a series of events that Heeseung hadn’t lived through so much as passively observed, they had ended up dating.

It had been eight months of dating, cuddling, and sex, and he felt exhausted. He wanted things to go back to normal, but he also loved spending time with her. So he started making up excuses to not sleep with her. Headaches, shifts at work, weird erections from his medication.

One day, a few days after their eight month anniversary where Heeseung had reluctantly eaten her out, she confronted him. They were sitting on his couch, playing Mario Kart, when she turned to him.

“Do you still like me?” she asked, voice shaky.

Heeseung shut the TV off immediately. “Huh? Of course I like you- baby, I love you.” He rested his hands on hers as they clutched the controller.

“Then why don’t you like sleeping with me?”

“No, no, I…” Heeseung hesitated. This was the perfect time to come clean. They could work things out, maybe. It would be good to get it off his chest. “Okay. Okay, I’ve been having a…problem. It has nothing to do with you, I promise.”

Her eyes were wide and glassy. She was wearing his large hoodie and a pair of dolphin shorts. She looked perfect. “A problem?”

“Yes, a problem. I…I…look. I like you. I love you. You’re my girl.” Heeseung reached out and stroked her cheek gently. “The problem is that you’re just…like an angel to me. It feels wrong when I…when I fuck you.”

“What?” It came out as a squeak, and she recoiled from his touch. “Feels wrong?”

“No, no, not that you’re wrong, it’s me, it’s that…” Heeseung sighed. “I like to look at you I like seeing you move, it’s like art come to life. It feels like when I touch you, I’m sullying something beautiful, something that needs to be kept clean.” Heeseung thought that if he made it sound more romantic and less like a paraphilia, she would be more inclined to hear him out. And to his glee, she slowly leaned into his touch again, her cheek rubbing against his hand.

“You find me beautiful?”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever met,” he said, staring her in her luminous eyes. “Too gorgeous for me.”

“You aren’t,” she said imploringly, holding his wrist with her two hands. “Heeseung, I love you. And I really like having sex with you. Why did you sleep with me all those times if you didn’t enjoy it?”

“I did enjoy it, I did. I just…I wanted to make you happy, baby.” Heeseung kissed her forehead. “Your happiness matters the most to me. I’d do anything for you.”

“And I’d do anything for you,” she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. He kissed her vack, cupping her face in his hands.

“Anything for me?”

“Anything, Heeseung.”

“I have an idea.”

He clambered into his room and pulled out his hairbrush. “Just…just use this to get off, okay?” He handed it to her, and she accepted it slowly, turning it over like it was a foreign object.

His girlfriend looked up at him. “Right now?”

Heeseung shook his head. “Not yet. Hold on.” He ran to his room again and found an old handheld camcorder.

She squinted at it. “You’re going to film me?”

“No, it’s dead,” he lied. “See?” He showed her the black screen. “I’m just going to use this to mimic the feeling of….uh, awayness. Like an extra screen between you and I.”

She fiddled with the hairbrush, feeling its smooth wooden end with her thumb. “Well…I mean, I’m not really in the mood right now….”

“You’re always in the mood,” he replied, frustration slowly building in him. “I swear you’re like a dog in heat sometimes.”

His girlfriend’s eyes widened again. “What?”

“You’re always asking to get fucked. You’re like a nymphomaniac, I swear. I bet you go home and hump your pillows right after I turn you out because you just can’t get enough.” Heeseung had seen exactly that from one of his midnight excursions to her place.

“I’m not a nympho-,”

“Oh, yes you are. Whores like to get fucked less than you do. I can only imagine how much you got around before I cuffed you.” He saw her shove one hand down her dolphin shorts. He raised the camera with a smile.

“I’m a whore?” Her face was flushed, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

“You’re a whore who gets off to being called a whore. Good fucking thing you’re with me, or else you would have been taken advantage of already, especially with that slutty body of yours.”

To his growing delight, she had tugged her shorts off and slipped her dainty little panties off. The end of his hairbrush slipped deftly in and out of her glistening folds.

Heeseung stopped talking, as so not too ruin the footage with his voice. He just watched her circle her clit with her manicured fingers, watched her pussy swallow the hairbrush.

“Heeseung,” she moaned, and he scowled, cutting the video short.

“Don’t say my name,” he said. “And keep your eyes shut.” When her eyes fluttered shut, he turned the camera on. He stroked himself in time with the insertion of the hairbrush. Seeing her splayed out on his couch, her head tossed back, his hoodie riding up to expose her soft tummy…it was amazing. And the fact that she didn’t know he was filming her made it all the better. It was forbidden, it was wrong, it was perfect. When she came, she nearly said his name again, but she cut herself off instead. He didn’t let himself cum, but he moaned and pretended like he did too.

Heeseung kissed his girlfriend, licked the sweat off of her face. “Perfect,” he murmured. “So perfect for me.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

The second she left his house, he sniffed the couch, the exact place where she had sat as they had played video games. Her scent was so strong; he buried his face into the faux leather and inhaled deeply. Heeseung closed his eyes, imagined her masturbating herself all alone in room, and finished all over the couch.

He was going to have so much fun.

The platonic aspects of their relationship stayed the same. They would have simple at-home dates, occasionally going out to restaurants or the movies or anywhere she liked. Heeseung didn’t really care what they did as a couple. He just liked to be around her.

They still had sex, but it had gone from several times a week to once every two weeks. It was still a dreaded task for Heeseung, but it balanced out now that they had incorporated his voyeuristic tendencies into their relationship.

On movie dates, he made sure to get tickets in a theatre with a sparse audience. Then, he would leave his seat, sitting a few rows back, and watch his girlfriend play with herself, fondling her tits and slipping a hand into her jeans. If they went to the beach, Heeseung would take her to a secluded spot, tell her to lie down on a towel, and to strip. She would sunbathe completely nude, rubbing lotion all over herself.

When she would go out with her friends, Heeseung would periodically text her, asking her to unbutton a few of her buttons, or to send him a picture of her panties. He asked her to fuck herself in public bathrooms and to send videos for proof. He would lazily stroke his cock to the grainy footage of her sliding her fingers in and out of her tight pussy. When she told him that men were hitting on her, he would text, “Good job.” Then he would tell her to unbutton another few buttons, or to part her legs as she rode the subway. What he would really like would be for her to walk around dressed in a tiny little crop top that showed the underside of her breasts and shorts that displayed her bare ass, but Heeseung knew he was already asking for a lot.

A few times, he had strapped her to his bed with rope, so that her arms and legs were bound. He had affixed a phone-controlled vibrator between her thighs, and he watched her writhe on his bed with glee. Heeseung watched her have orgasm after orgasm, and if she begged him to stop he would get angry. He would complain that she had ruined it. He would pry her mouth open with his fingers, and she would suck him off to completion. Then he would start the process over again, until her face was flushed, her legs would shake, and he could even glimpse her pussy clenching around nothing. It was fun for him, but eventually he grew tired of watching it. He had tried making it more interesting by binding her fingers in front of her hole so she could tremblingly fuck herself, but the rush of that wore off too. Heeseung needed something more, something that could sate his urges.

So he had asked for something else.

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“You want me to do what?” They were at a café, and she put down the croissant she had been nibbling.

Heeseung raised his hands. “You don’t have to do it. It was just a suggestion.”

“Heeseung, I know you’re struggling, but…nude karaoke?”

He sighed and looked away from her. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s getting hard, you know. I love you, and I feel like I’m not good enough for you. It’s really messing with me, up here…” Heeseung tapped the side of his head. “I feel like a freak.”

Her face softened, and she reached out to hold his hand. “You’re not a freak, my love. You’re just…”

“A perv who wants his girlfriend to get nude in front of strangers.” Heeseung laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, I’m really normal.”

“You’re not a perv, either.” She swallowed. “I mean…this could actually be good for me. It could help me explore my sexuality more.” She squeezed his hand and mustered up a smile. “I think we should try it?”

Heeseung didn’t allow himself to smile. “Yeah? I mean, are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” she said firmly. “I want to do this.”

He leaned across the table and kissed her all over her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the nicest girl ever.”

That night was nude karaoke night at a local var. When they arrived, there were only a five dozen or so attendees, mainly men. They were sitting around a makeshift stage in wooden chairs that had been dragged from the surrounding tables. A woman was there, warbling a song as she swayed her hips. The men seemed bored, and Heeseung started to feel prideful. His girl, who was wearing a loose white dress and had folded her arms tightly around her chest, was so much prettier than that other woman. These men were going to shit themselves when she started to sing.

The woman finished her song, and the applause was scattered. Then his girlfriend slowly walked onto the stage, her heels clacking against the floor. Her hands were scrunched into fists. As she adjusted the mic, one man yelled, “Take your tits out, now!”

Another said, “Don’t look so shy, sweetheart.”

Heeseung was elated.

She introduced the song she was going to sing – Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. Heeseung had heard her sing that one; her voice had always sounded so melancholic, fragile, and sweet. He smiled at her encouragingly.

The intro to the song played, and she pulled her dress off, revealing her stunning body. The men whooped and cheered, hurling vulgarities at her. She tried to sing, clutching the microphone tightly, but the jeering was loud. As Heeseung scanned the small space, he saw that the men around him were either stroking their bulges covertly or outright jerking themselves off.

His girlfriend kept singing with her eyes closed. Heeseung wanted her to open them, so she could see the effect he was having on all of those men. They were all drooling after her, calling her a slut, saying that she must be tight, that they would fuck up whoever got to tap that pussy. Heeseung jerked himself off right there, joining in the orgiastic atmosphere of the cramped little bar. He watched her sing, his heart full.

When she finished, the patrons begged her to keep singing. They tossed money at her, wadded bills. She glanced at Heeseung, who nodded, and so she continued to sing, this time quietly crooning In The Mood For Love.

A man told her to play with her tits while she sang, and she did, running her thumb along her nipples. It was more than Heeseung could handle, and he came halfway through the song.

After her second performance, she hurried off of the stage, collecting some of the money before pulling her dress on. She ran out, which was smart, because the men were starting to clamor for her to do worse acts. Heeseung followed after her, and before he opened his car, he kissed her in the parking lot.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, kissing her again. “So amazing. Your voice is beautiful.”

She scoffed. “My voice?”

Heeseung shrugged playfully. “And, you know, your body. You looked sexy up there. Everyone thought so.”

His girlfriend rested her hands against his chest. “Did you think so?”

“Of course I did,” he said in a placating tone, stroking her hair. “Of course, baby.”

“You’re the only person I care about,” she said quietly.

“Me too.”

She hesitated. “Did you…like what I did? How did that make you feel, me going up there, naked, and…”

Heeseung tilted her chin up with his finger. “I loved it. I fucking loved it. I came in mere minutes. You’re amazing, baby.”

She reached out to hug him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Heeseung held her like she would slip away from him.

After that, she became different. Without even asking, she had started to wear tighter, shorter clothes. She used to go out in dresses, worn jeans, or she’d just wear his hoodies. Now, she wore bodycon dresses, miniskirts that practically gave you peeks of her ass, and she had cut her shirts up so that they displayed her midriff. It was amazing.

He liked to parade her around the mall now. The sight of men and women alike ogling his girlfriend made his cock so hard, he would walk with a limp. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he would take her into the family bathroom, or slip into a change room and fuck her in there. Public sex was marginally better than regular sex with her, because he liked to imagine that men were fantasizing about her. He would close his eyes and imagine her naked, standing like a mannequin in a store, and all of the men who had lasciviously eyed her in the mall being forced to see her but unable to touch. It was a glorious time.

The novelty wore off after a few months, and he lost interest in having sex with her again. She could tell, and he knew that she was getting nervous. She performed at nude karaoke again, but even that did nothing for him.

He knew what he wanted from her.

On their first anniversary as a couple, Heeseung had taken her to brunch at a restaurant she had been eyeing. She wore this little black crop top with a tiny skirt, and her makeup was perfect.

Towards the end of their meal, Heeseung dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “Baby,” he began, staring her in the eyes, “you are my better half. I can’t believe I’ve been able to spend a full year with you. You’re so kind, so sweet, so understanding, and so gorgeous.” He reached out and kissed her hand, and she giggled. “You’re the light of my life. You’re my reason to go on, and you deserve the moon. Unfortunately, all I can offer you is this.” Heeseung pulled a small black box out of his jacket pocket.

With a smile so bright Heeseung swore it could cause flowers to bloom, she opened the box. She gasped when she saw the charm bracelet he had bought her. “Oh, Heeseung,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand. “This is so expensive.”

“You deserve it,” he said softly, taking the bracelet and slipping it onto her wrist. “You deserve the world, baby.”

“I have it right here,” she replied.

They shared a kiss, then Heeseung leaned into her ear. “I was thinking…we could make this anniversary even more special.”

Her lips curled into a mischievous little smile. “How?”

“You said you’d do anything for me, right?”

She pulled away from him slightly, her lips setting into a thin line.

“Right?” he asked firmly, taking hold of her hand.

“Of course,” she said frantically, “anything for you, my love.”

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The motel that Heeseung had driven them to was shoddy and sleazy. There were people outside smoking on lawn chairs, and dilapidated cars filled the parking lot. The neon sign affixed to the window flashed its name: Ethan’s Motel. Heeseung ushered his girlfriend inside, and he took note of the people populating the motel. Tweakers, men in sweaty wife-beaters.

He wondered which one would give his girlfriend the best fuck.

In the end, he told her to find someone while he set up the rooms. She asked how, and he told her to just be upfront with them. Heeseung had bought two rooms, which stunk of dust and reeked of bodily fluids. He hid a small camera in a flower pot- his girlfriend didn’t know about that – and shoved a nail through the wall to make a small hole, just to cover his ass.

Then he went to the other room to set up his laptop, which showed the feed from the camera. He set that on the small desk directly in front of his bed.

Within ten minutes, his girlfriend was leading a man into the motel room. He looked around their age and had a shaggy mop of hair. He was shorter than Heeseung, so Heeseung figured that his dick was probably smaller, too. But his girlfriend wouldn’t mind that, he was sure- who knows how much random dick she’d bounced on before they dated? Anyways, her hookup looked nice enough, but then again, he was hanging around a place like this.

“What did you say your name was?” she asked, still holding his hand. She sat down on the bed, and the guy followed.

“Jake,” he said. “And yours?”

She told him her name, and he nodded.

“Well, you’re…you’re hot as hell,” Jake said, laughing awkwardly. He scratched the back of his neck. Heeseung was getting really pissed off, but he told himself to be patient.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said lowly, tracing a finger down Jake’s chest. Heeseung shivered. “I think you know how to please a woman, right?”

Jake smirked and slowly pushed Heeseung’s girlfriend down until he was hovering above her. “Come find out.”

Heeseung watched Jake make out with his girlfriend. He watched his girlfriend lie, refusing to even touch Jake. It made him frown. She was supposed to be enjoying this. He wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy, wanted to see her in all of her hedonistic glory.

Finally, she kissed Jake back, and he started taking his clothes off. He seemed as frantic as Heeseung was. She undressed, casting her clothes aside, and Jake was on top of her again.

Jake shifted around so that her ass was above his face as she lied on top of him. He started to lick her pussy, firmly gripping her ass with both of her hands. She started to suck him off, only licking the tip at first before throating Jake’s cock.

Heeseung whimpered, unzipping his jeans and only allowing himself minimal pressure as he palmed himself over his boxers. If he didn’t pace himself, he was going to cum before the fun truly began.

Jake continued to eat Heeseung’s girlfriend out, and Heeseung could hear his moans through the door. His girlfriend was being incredibly quiet, however, which was annoying. She pulled herself off of Jake and sat at the head of the bed. She spread her legs and looked up at Jake with empty eyes. Jake crawled towards her, and from that angle Heeseung could only see his hips moving rapidly and his girlfriend’s legs quivering. Her hands feebly wrapped around Jake and hugged him tightly as she pounded her.

Then Jake laid flat on his back and she got on top of him. The way she arched her back, practically dancing on Jake’s dick, made Heeseung moan. She gripped Jake’s shoulders and took him to the hilt, her eyes closed. Jake was holding her hips and whispering, “Fuck, fuck that’s nice, fuck.” It was annoying that this shmuck didn’t have anything better to say, but Heeseung didn’t really care. He was forcing himself to stroke himself at a snail’s pace, when all he wanted to do was rub his dick raw.

His girlfriend got off of Jake’s cock and went on all fours, so that she was facing the TV of the motel room. In other words, she was facing Heeseung’s camera. It felt like magic, like she knew or something. He couldn’t take it anymore, and Heeseung spit in his hand and started stroking himself directly. Jake kneeled behind Heeseung’s girlfriend and started ramming into her, one hand slapping her ass and the other pulling her hair back.

Heeseung took in the details of her body; the shuddering of her torso, the trembling of her arms as she steadied herself on the bed, the way that her ass pressed against Jake’s groin as he pounded into her, the way her breasts freely shook, the conflicted expression on her perfect little face, the sheen of sweat covering her from her head to her toes. Heeseung had always known that she was beautiful, but now he swore that she was an angel.

Jake panted, “I’m close, fuck, fuck!” so Heeseung rubbed his cock even faster, his other hand squeezing his balls. It was an Olympic feat to suppress his growing orgasm, but he didn’t want to mess this up. Not when his girlfriend was whimpering so prettily, when she was so consumed by her own pleasure, guilt, and embarrassment that she had probably forgotten all about the camera filming it all. Heeseung thought he might die.

With a guttural moan, Jake came in her, weakly thrusting a few more times to drain the last of his cum. Then he let her drop onto the bed, and she collapsed like a rag doll. Heeseung came as well, biting his lip harshly so he wouldn’t moan. He milked his cock with a white-hot fervor, riding out his high for as long as he could. When the aftershock hit him, all he could do was take quick gasps of air. Heeseung licked his lips and tasted blood.

Jake stroked his girlfriend’s hair, kissed her forehead, then whispered something in her ear. The sight of her limp and pliant, barely lifting her head to talk to Jake, was so arousing that Heeseung wished he had it in him to jack off again. This footage would last him for months.

As Heeseung closes his eyes to relive the memory, Jake put his clothes on. He dug around in his jacket, pulled out a few bills, and left them on her back. He left, closing the door with a soft click. Heeseung’s girlfriend remained where she was, as stiff as a corpse. Heeseung didn’t leave his motel room right away, the images in his head too vivid, too lush.

Heeseung walked inside of the motel room, and the smell of sex was intoxicating. “Baby, that was amazing- you, you were amazing.” His grin is stretched maniacally wide, and his steps towards the hidden camera were buoyant. “I came so hard, baby. It was perfect, just perfect.” He removed the camera from the potted plant and tucked it carefully into its bag.

She hadn’t said a word, just resting on her stomach. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was shaky. Poor thing, Heeseung thought, she hadn’t had a fucking like that since we got together. Poor little angel. He walked over to her and lay next to her on the bed. He kissed her over and over, holding her slick cheeks in her hands. “You’re so perfect,” Heeseung whispered. “Thank you so much, thank you, thank you. You’re amazing, thank you, thank you.”

She opened her eyes, and her apprehensive gaze made Heeseung’s cock stir. “I feel dirty,” she said, voice choked with emotion.

“No, baby,” he said, kissing her nose again. He gently crawls on top of her, circling his arms around her waist. “You’re not dirty. You’re good, so good. You’re the best. There’s nothing wrong with…with exploring. Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t you enjoy it?” His girlfriend hesitated, so he firmly said, “You enjoyed it. Right? I could tell you did.”

She nodded, bucking her head against his chin affectionately. “I did.”

“You did,” Heeseung breathed out. “I knew you would, my sweet girl.” His hand trailed down to his pants zipper, and he pulled his cock out. He gave it a few strokes, but the sight of another man’s cum coating her thighs was all the motivation he needed. “You’re the best,” he cooed, slipping inside of his girlfriend. It was so easy because she had been fucked open by Jake, and she took him so well. The only sound she made when he entered her was a soft little sigh.

Heeseung closed his eyes and thought of her face again, the contortion of her features into that portrait of debauchery. His arms remained tight around her in a stiff embrace, his cheek resting on her head. He thought about how amazing it would be to see another man fuck her again. Maybe two, three, a train of strangers having their turns with his girlfriend, his beautiful, kind girlfriend. Heeseung couldn’t have pulled out of her if he had tried as the fantasies overtake him. He finished inside of her, hot jizz clamoring out of him in spurts, and wiped his tip on one of the bills Jake left on her back. The room felt like it was spinning, and every nerve ending in his body felt alight with fire. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck, “I love you so much.”

Heeseung pushes the money off of her back and carries his girlfriend into the small bathroom. He placed her inside of the cracked bathtub and filled it with warm water. He left her there to get her toiletry bag, and when he came back she was staring at the ceiling. As he scrubbed her body, he pressed kisses to her skin. He washed her like a piece of alabaster pottery, washing her thoroughly. When he dried her off, he noticed that she hadn’t said a single word. “Baby?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Heeseung.”

He carried her to bed and dressed her in her grey robe. He stripped to his boxers and kissed her cheeks before he pulled the covers over them both. He pulled her head onto his chest and stroked her soft, downy hair.

He had never felt so in love.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 11 days ago

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The Crew's Whore Chapter 11 (+18)

Summary: Mo’s Kinktober Special

The Crew’s Whore (Part 11) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji x Fem!Reader

WC: 2900

TW: It gets kinda gay! ZoSan girlies this is for you. This is DISGUSTING but you’re welcome. Cum eating, boy on boy shit, it’s consensual I promise. Oral sex, male and female receiving, sub Sanji, teasing, mean reader and mean Zoro, Zoro is into Sanji but we know that, it’s horrible smut idk what else you guys want.

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It was several hours after the crew had been served dinner. The galley was no longer filled with raucous laughter and spirited conversation. The only sounds that could be heard are the sink running and the soft clink of clean dishes being placed in the dish rack. Sanji was enjoying the peace and quiet after a busy day of cooking and organizing the pantry, so he didn’t mind the chore of doing the dishes.

After the final fork was thoroughly cleaned and set to dry, Sanji wipes his hands off on the dish towel he had slung over his shoulder. As he folds the towel and hangs it on the oven door, Sanji’s eye is drawn towards an open bottle of red wine left from dinner on the kitchen counter. He scoffs, surprised that idiot swordsman managed to leave any drop of booze un-drunk. Since it was already opened, he might as well pour himself a glass, right? It would go off if he didn’t.

Sanji pulls a glass down from the cabinet and brings it along with the wine to the kitchen island. He sits down on a stool and pours himself a glass. He cracks his neck and sighs before taking a large gulp of the burgundy liquid. Damn did it feel good to finally sit down and relax after a long afternoon. Sanji didn’t realize how quickly he was draining his glass until he went to bring it to his lips again to find that it was already empty. He pours himself a fresh cup of wine and massages his sore neck.

After taking a sip, he opens up the side of his suit jacket to retrieve his cigarettes. He pulls the metal case out of his jacket pocket and pops open the latch. As always, his eyes are draw to the Polaroid photograph he keeps tucked inside to accompany his smokes. He takes out a cigarette from opposite the photo and places it between his lips. He pulls the photo out as well to admire it. He fishes his lighter out of his slacks pocket and flicks it open to light his cigarette before shoving it back away.

Taking a long drag, he smiles while carding his thumb over the picture. It was a photo you had given him weeks ago, at his request. He had even taken it himself. He took it from above as you laid on his bed spread eagle, wearing a skimpy set of white lingerie. He had always loved you in white. The material was so see through he could see your pink nipples through the cups of the bra and your little, dark bush through the material of the high-cut panties. In the photo, you posed with your hands on the sides of your breasts, squeezing them together dramatically.

Sanji’s smile grows. He flips the picture over in his fingers and admires the bright red kiss mark left on the back in the same lipstick you wore in the photograph… the same lipstick that was left all over the skin of his cock that night. He continues to admire his trinket from you as he finishes his second glass of wine and his cigarette. After staring at your body for so long, he couldn’t help but be left… longing. Maybe he could stop by your room and see if you were still up…

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You pant heavily and stare up at the ceiling. The aftershocks of your orgasm were still dissipating and you couldn’t help but smile stupidly. You were snapped out of your daze by a seeping, squelching feeling from your cunt. Zoro had stuffed you once, then powered through to give you another hot load splattered across the outside of your sex, thoroughly coating you with his release.

If it was one thing Zoro loved, it was claiming you. He was fine with sharing you amongst the crew and guests, but behind closed doors.. when it was just you two.. you were his, if only for those moments.

“Hey, you getting that towel for me or not?” You playfully shout towards your ensuite bathroom where Zoro retreated to after your session had finished. Franky had upgraded your room recently, knocking out the vacant storage closet next door to give you a private bathroom… and you were eternally grateful in moments like these.

“Yeah yeah, be patient. I’ve got squirt all fuckin’ over me.. your damn fault… Give me a damn minute, woman!” Zoro hollers from the bathroom.

You giggle and brush your hair out of your face, you were surprised it wasn’t knotted and matted from the hard pounding you just took.

*knock knock*

“Yes?” You lift your head up from the pillow to look towards your bedroom door.

“My love? Are you still up? May I come in?” A soft voice comes from the other side of the wooden door.

“Who the hell is it?” Zoro asks you, emerging from the bathroom still nude and ruffling his green hair with a towel.

“It’s Sanji. I can tell him-“ You start.

“Let him in.” Zoro tosses the used towel over your loveseat.

You raise your eyebrow at Zoro. He was up to something. You hesitate, but you heed his orders nonetheless.

“Come in!” You call out.

The doorknob turns and the door whips open. A slightly flushed Sanji enters your bedroom and can barely close the door before he’s met with a vulgar sight. You were laid out on your bed, fully naked and spread eagle, the afterglow of sex fully evident on your flesh. His eyes honed in on your bare sex. Your wet hole dripped cum, and the rest of your vulva was decorated in the same sticky, white spend. He could see your still swollen clit peaking out amongst the mess. Sanji felt his pants get tighter.

“Ma cherie… I didn’t know-“ Sanji sputters out with wide eyes.

“I got to her first, curly. Sorry.” Zoro chimes in, distracting Sanji from his gawking.

“Agh- you brute! Cover yourself, will you!” Sanji shields his eyes as they were drawn towards the naked swordsman standing before him.

“Nah, I think I’m comfortable like this.” Zoro goads and takes a step towards his blonde rival. “You saw what I did to her, yeah?” He tilts his head towards your prone body on the bed. “You came in here because you wanted her, right?” He asks.

“Maybe.” Sanji responds coyly as he brought his arm down from his eye line, focusing on maintaining eye contact with Zoro despite how distracting his naked body right in front of him was.

“Well… I’m sure she’s up for it, right babe?” He looks quickly in your direction.

“Mhmmmm…” You answer flirtatiously.

“And what’s that thing you always say? Never waste a meal?” Zoro says with a cocked head and devilish grin. “Eat up, cook.”

It was a challenge.

Either Sanji backed off, and Zoro won his silly little game… or Sanji pressed further and slurped up Zoro’s spend from your waiting body.

Sanji exhales sharply and slips his suit jacket off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He loosens his tie and tosses it off before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. He did all of this without breaking eye contact with Zoro. He pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his belt, finally breaking the standoff to approach you laying on your bed. Sanji starts to position himself between your legs.

“Ah ah…” Zoro pipes up. “She rides your face.” He commands as he sits down in your armchair, spreading his legs to asset his dominance as he watches the two of you. You noticed the smirk playing on Zoro’s face just as much as you noticed his soft cock starting to perk up again.

You expected Sanji to quip back and argue… saying he wasn’t going to let some moss head idiot tell him how to pleasure his girl… but he wordlessly rose to his feet and stripped himself of his clothing before hopping next to you on the bed and laying down.

“Come, ma cherie. Come sit and let me taste you.” Sanji coos at you as he helps you rise to your knees and assume the position above his face. You gripped the headboard in anticipation.

“You mean taste us, cook.” Zoro adds. You look in the swordsman’s direction and he was languidly pulling at his hardening cock.

Sanji ignores his comment, eyes fixed on your dripping, messy pussy above him. He brings his hands to knead at the fat of your ass, coaxing you lower towards his mouth.

“Sanji…” You whimper in anticipation.

“She’s getting restless, curly… let’s see you clean her up.” Zoro adds.

“AHH!”

Sanji sticks out his tongue and draws a long strip up your sensitive slit, your shoulders lurching forward when he reaches your clit. Sanji pulls his tongue back into his mouth and swallows. He groans. The combined musk and taste of the remains of both yours and Zoro’s orgasm overwhelming his senses. He begins to lap you up intensely, it felt like he was everywhere. He licked and sucked all over your sex, slurping and swallowing your collective essence greedily.

“Oh my gods, Sanji!” You cry out as your already worn out pussy was stimulated so fervently.

“Yeah pretty girl, the cook’s making you feel good?” You hear Zoro closer now than he was before. You open your eyes. He had risen from the armchair and was making his way to your side on the bed. “Is it too much?” Zoro turns your head up to face him with his fingertips on your chin. He was an asshole, but never wanted to push you past your limits.

“No daddy, it feels so good.” You sigh out dreamily, calling Zoro by the pet name he preferred you use only in private. “Gonna cum soon…” You rock your hips further onto Sanji’s face.

“Yeah? Already?” Zoro teases you. He brings one hand to pinch your nipple while reaching the other behind you. Sanji’s groans intensify until he opens his eyes and sees both your hands gripping the headboard above him.

The mouth on your clit pulled back suddenly.

“What the fuck, moss head?” Sanji grunts out from below you. “Why the hell are you-“ Sanji’s face is bright red as he tries to form a coherent question.

“Why did you start leaking everywhere when I started jerking you off? My hand is soaked.” Zoro interrupts. “She’s about to cum, shut up and finish her off already.”

Sanji’s mind short circuits.

The only thing he can focus on now is your hot, wet cunt against his nose and mouth, fully cleaned of Zoro’s cum now and leaking your own slick against his pristine, porcelain skin. He pulls you down by your ass cheeks again and starts sucking on your clit. You shriek.

“I’m.. oh fuck, I’m-!” You cry out as you reach your peak, your third this evening as Zoro had ripped two from you before Sanji had even entered the picture. You lean your forehead against the headboard as your abdomen spasms and you drip out more release onto your love-cook’s face.

“You’re not done yet baby, come on.” Zoro wraps a massive bicep around you and pulls you off Sanji’s flushed face down to where he was stroking the cook’s member roughly. Your cunt was still squeezing and spasming when Zoro sunk you down onto Sanji’s hard cock, causing the two of you to moan loudly.

“Fuck!” Sanji groans and his hands fly to your hips.

You were so spent, your outer lips were red and swollen, dragging wetly across Sanji’s abdomen as you started to grind yourself onto him once your hips were flush… but holy shit did it feel good.

“Shit! Oh fuck! Ah!” Sanji moaned out so loudly there was no doubt the whole shit could hear, even with your sound-proofed walls.

“I’m gonna have to shut you up, curly. Open up.” Zoro releases your waist once he feels you’ve found your own perfect rhythm.

“W-what? I-I-“ Sanji stutters out.

“Make yourself useful, cook.” Zoro snickers as he positions himself at the edge of the bed next to Sanji’s head rested on your pillow… veiny cock now fully hard bobbing centimeters from the blonde’s mouth. You see the gears turning in Sanji’s head for several seconds before he meekly opens his lips.

Zoro grins and shoves his leaking tip into his rival’s mouth…

The movement of your hips slow to watch the improbable event unfold before you. Sanji wraps his lips around Zoro’s cock and you felt your cunt clench hard, eliciting a muffled moan from a fucked-out Sanji. You clench again. How were you this close again so quickly? How was Sanji submitting and letting his hated swordsman shove his cock down his throat? What the fuck was going on?

“Shit- he does have a nice tongue, doesn’t he, babe?” Zoro turns to you weakly bucking your hips against Sanji’s. “His cock feel good for you baby?” Zoro’s voice starts getting more gravely as he succumbs to the pleasure.

“Yes! Oh fuck it’s so good daddy!” You whine and grind your clit against the soft blonde hair at the base of Sanji’s cock.

“Yeah, princess? You want more, though, don’t you?” Zoro teases you as his hand makes it’s way to your ass and kneads your cheeks open.

“Mppmmmh!” Sanji moans pathetically below the two of you, his hips gently thrusting up further into your cunt as Zoro plugs his mouth up further with his thick length.

Zoro’s wet middle finger presses into your asshole as you rock yourself back and forth on Sanji’s cock. You let out a wild moan towards the wooden ceiling. You felt your muscles clench again, eliciting another delicious groan from Sanji.

“Finally a good use for that smart mouth.” Zoro looks down at the cook. He brings his right hand up to push Sanji’s bangs back to get a better look at the man salivating all over his cock. “She always says how pretty you are… I think I see it now…” He adds with a smirk.

Sanji’s eyes roll back as you start to fuck him harder, chasing another release. With every thrust of your hips, it pushes Zoro’s finger further into your ass and Sanji’s cock deeper against your battered cervix. Zoro moves his hand from Sanji’s sweaty hair to the back of your head and pulls you into a messy kiss.

You slurp and smack against Zoro’s lips for several moments before you’re jolted by a sudden pressure inside your seeping cavern. Sanji tries to cry out, but his mouth is too full of Zoro’s cock.

“Oh shit-“ You pull back and cup Zoro’s face in your hands. “He’s cumming-“ You gasp out and smirk, feeding into Zoro’s sadistic streak. “He’s cumming in me right now-“ You laugh as you feel Sanji’s cock twitch and fill you with rope after rope of sticky spend.

“Finish off babe, I’m close too-“ Zoro grins and presses his forehead against yours. You grind your hips further down onto Sanji and let his cock nudge that soft spot inside you with each thrust. You focus on the tightness in your lower half, nearly painful now after all the action your pussy had received this evening, but you leaned into it and started to tip over the edge.

“Fuck-“ Zoro grunts and pulls back from you, just to watch his release fill the cook’s mouth and have it be swallowed expeditiously. You listen to Sanji’s whimpers and desperate attempts to swallow the entirety of Zoro’s load and it causes you to fall over the recipe of pleasure. You squirt and spray all over Sanji’s pelvis as you convulse and collapse forward.

Zoro lifts you quickly off of Sanji and lays you on the bed, crawling next to you and kissing your shoulder. You were sandwiched between a gasping Sanji and a post-nut-snuggly Zoro.

“I’ll let you stay here on my night, cook. You better not snore.”

“I…” Sanji pants out, trying to catch his breath, clearly still trying to process the events of the last hour. “Yeah…” He tucks you under the covers tiredly.

The three of you lay in your king sized bed. Zoro had waited until he thought everyone was asleep before wrapping his arm around the both of you and pulling tightly.

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