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justaaveragereader · 8 months

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Hihi!! First of all I love your writings and I've been meaning to ask for a long time teehee 🤭 It doesn't have to be long or a full fic but could I request a friends to lovers san smut where hes your best friend and gets jealous of you talking to this one guy constantly so one day while you're calling that guy he fucks you while youre on the phone 👀👀👀 sorry if its so specific djdjsjd thank you <33

Hello🖤! First off thank you for loving my work I love you. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I’m here now, and hopefully don’t disappoint! Friends to lovers?!? Ooooweeee this was my first time, and I wanted to make this shorter but once again I couldn’t help myself😵‍💫this was such an amazing request how could I have shortened it😭?! Also never apologize about being specific, I LOVE when requests are specific it gives me a clear direction to head in!

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Sharing Isn’t Caring

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Oral (Lotssss Of Pussy Eating), Possessiveness, Jealousy, Humiliation, San Is Down Bad For The Reader, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know

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“Idk why you even talk to that guy, he's a complete tool.”

“If he’s a tool what does that make you Sannie?”

Cutting your eyes to your childhood best friend. Whose eyes you swore almost popped out of his skull. You guys were constantly together, both of your friend groups had joked that you were last lovers in each lifetime. You’d be lying if you said that you stopped looking at San as a “best friend” a while ago, but you didn’t want to tread that murky water.

“Wh-What does that make me?! It makes me a guy who's looking out for his bestfriends best interest! I don’t trust this guy, you saw how he looked at me last time I brought you lunch?!?”

Letting out a huff, you finish zipping up your backpack. Cramming as many books in there as you can fit because this “tool of a guy” San was having a heart attack about was your lab partner.

“San, you slammed the bag down on the table, startling the poor guy. Then you decided to enjoy the scenery.”

“It was a nice area, I was enjoying the environment!”

“Choi San, we were in the library! It was 1:00pm on a Tuesday, everyone was in class or at work. There was nothing to see. Not to mention you sat right in between me and him!”

Smacking his lips, he kicks his foot slightly, you can see his blush creeping upon his neck, his eyes shooting down to the floor muttering not so quietly how he was just enjoying the view, and how the middle seat had the best view.

“San there was no middle seat, you literally dragged a chair in between me and him, I watched you pick up his chair and move the man down the table.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walk up to San, putting your finger under his chin lifting his head so he locks eyes with you. He swore he could see his future play out in your eyes, maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he was a love struck idiot but he felt it, you were his person, you are his person.

“He’s just my lab partner, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

The redness from his neck traveled to his ears, lightly dusting his cheeks as well. He was so in love with you. Your face crinkled as you smiled at him, but the way you asserted yourself in one simple sentence just sent him over the edge. He could feel his heart pop like confetti, he also felt his cock come to life.

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands, flashing him a smile once more, turning on your heels towards his front door. You were big on being on time, entertaining Sans shenanigans you were always late. His body moves like it’s on autopilot, walking quickly towards your fleeing figure. Just as you open the door his hand comes up to close it. You can feel his heavy breath on the back of your head.

“San what are you doing?” You whine out, turning around to poke his chest. As your eyes shoot to him you see that look in his eyes, that look he’s given you many times. The same look he gives when you talk to a man too long for his liking.

“I really don’t want you han-.”

“Hold that thought, San!” Picking up your phone, you slide your thumb across the screen. His body puffs up, in an aggressive like manner, this lab partner was crossing too many boundaries with his person. It's almost like he’s underwater, seeing you smile, seeing you laugh at another man that isn’t him. You look at him with a face of confusion, eyebrows drawn up.

Biting his lip, you watch as his eyes darken. He’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The light that’s behind them dies, and fills with hunger, with ache, with possession. His hand comes to grip your hip, shoving you against the door. His body towers over yours, his chest crushes against yours. Putting the phone to the side, he can hear your lab partner continuing to talk. The chipper tone in his voice pisses him off even further.

“What are you doing?” You whisper/whimper, his knee coming up into between your thighs resting against your clothed cunt. You choke up at his sudden actions, everything feels like it’s happening so fast. His predatory gaze knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m not really too big on sharing, especially when it comes to you.” He whispers quietly into your ear, his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. His cologne clouds your senses. Your cunt clenches around nothing, you have never wanted San more than you want him now.

“Y/n Y/n! Did you hear me?” Your lab partner's voice knocks some sense back into you. It feels like your tongue is knotted in your mouth, you feel his fingertips start to brush against your lower stomach, exploring the soft like skin.

“Well aren’t you going to answer him baby.” He whispers into your ear once more, giving your love a soft kiss. His smooth, cool lips on your heated skin is enough to have you driving yourself up the wall. You let out a quiet whimper, your hand dripping, practically letting the phone slip through your hands but San is quick enough to grip your wrist, making sure you don’t drop your phone.

“I’m-I’m he-RE!” You shout at the last part feeling San hike your body up even extra on his knee. Your clit rubbing against the fabric of your pants.

“Are you alright?” Your lab partner says through a laugh, continuing on about your guys' shared project. Sans kisses slowly turn into soft love bites, nipping at your skin leaving small welts behind. He was going to show everyone you were his. He was tired of this song and dance. He was going to take you, all of you.

Undoing the button on your pants, your eyes watch his every move, while he watches every move of yours. His glance is nothing short of wolfish, while your glance is nothing short of prey like.

“I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand me?” You grunts into your ear. Rutting his hips against yours, you can feel the pulsation from his cock, mouth instantaneously starts to water. He was so much bigger than you imagined. Those late mates staying awake, riding your fingers to completion, curious as to how San would pleasure you, how he would fill you. Nodding your head thoughtlessly your eyes drop down to where his bulge is. Letting out a pathetic whimper you go to grab his hard on that’s straining against his sweats.

Your hand grips your phone muttering “mhms” and fake laughs to let your lab partner know you are still present, which irks San even more. Your attention is supposed to be on him fully.

Hiking your pants down to your ankles he helps you step out of them, kneeling down to help you, when he looks up, catching an eye full of your soaked panties practically calling his name. Your eyes flutter at the way he hawks down your clothed cunt.

Two fingers come up to grab the fabric, pulling it down slowly, as your cunt comes into sight he lets out a groan, not even hesitating he dives face first into your cunt. Causing you to let out a startled moan. His tongue instantly wraps around your clit giving it a good couple sucks before his hands travel up the back of your thighs, hiking one of over his shoulder, while both of his hands come to the back of both thighs prying them open even further to get more of his face into your cunt. He’s practically making out with your pussy, the wet slurping noises of him sucking down your clit, while his hands jiggle your thighs, giving them a light smack, causing your body to jerk in his hold.

His tongue explores more of you, moving down to your sopping hole, as soon as he sticks his tongue in your pussy let’s put a squelching noise. Which sounds like music to Sans ears. As he tongue dives further into you, his nose bumps against your clit. Your body almost caves over from the stimulation. His hand shoots up to your figure pushing you up right against the door. Surely all his neighbors heard what he was doing to you, surely your lab partner knew by now what was happening to you. Thrashing his head around so your clit gets bumped back and forth you drop your phone on the ground, San can hear your lab partners calls to you, asking if you are okay, yet you are so high on San the only thing you can make out is the way he’s feasting on your cunt. Sticking his tongue out, he rubs it all over your cunt making sure not to miss a spot, your cries fill the room.

“This pussy is so good, you've been giving my pussy away, huh? Answer me princess.” He groans, while continuing to slurp up your cunt.

“N-no! No!” You whimper out, back arching off of the front door.

Smacking the back of your thigh, he jiggles the meat of them once more, pulling his face back. Chest heaving up and down, he looks up at you, that playful glint in his eyes. He places a kiss right above your cunt, leading all the way up to your belly button. Small welts are left along the way. Spreading your thighs once more so there is a huge gap.

“You've been giving this pussy, my pussy to your lab partner?”

His face dives in the gap between your legs, letting the back of your thighs go so his face is fully engulfed in between you. Your cries ring out even louder in the room.

“No! I would never!” You cry out, you keep chanting to San how it’s his, and only his. Those words alone fuel his need for possession. Stretching his arm he picks up your dropped phone, noticing the call is still active, rolling his eyes at this guys pathetic ass. He shoves the phone towards you. Pulling his face from in between thighs. Your arousal is just dripping off his face, slapping against the floorboards beneath his kneeling figure.

“Tell him.” He says licking his lips, making sure to not let any of your juices go to waste. Grabbing the phone with shaky hands. Your body floods with embarrassment, yet the way San sees your pussy flutter around nothing he knows you're just as turned on as he is.

“Tell him who you belong to.”

Clearing your throat, your body heats with embarrassment. Your eyes never leave Sans watching as he gets a mouthful of cunt again. Making you stutter in your greeting to your lab partner.

“H-Hi.”

He slaps the back of your thighs harshly, sure to leave a small mark. Your eyes focus into San more who has his eyes closed while he tongues you up and down. He truly looks like he’s making out with someone, his eyes shut in pure bliss while his body is relaxed, hands roaming all over you.

“I belong to Choi San.” You quickly squeak out, not wanting this conversation with your lab partner to go on any further. Signifying that this partnership would not travel further than on school grounds.

“Tell him what I’m doing to you too.” He groans from your pussy, the bass of his voice vibrating all over making your toes curl. Letting out a whine you look at San silently pleading to hang up on your lab partner.

“Hes….hes eating my pussy…and he’s eating it real good” voice practically breathless.

“Now tell him you guys will not be friends. So he can get that out of his head.”

“We..we won’t be friends…” you say through a whimper, your dignity and pride was in hell right now.

“Lemme see the phone.” Shoving the phone to San you lay your head back against the door, his fingers coming up to rub small, slow circles around your pulsating clit.”

“You should see how I’m devouring her pretty pussy. It’s such a sight, she’s responsive too. One small flick to her clit and her eyes swell with tears. Probably wish this was you huh? Knuckle deep in her pussy, tongue fucking her, watching her come undone in your mouth.”

San hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, he knows your lab partner is still there.

“I know all about you, and the thing is I really don’t like sharing. Especially when it comes to her. So I think you should find a new partner, because if I catch you staring at my girl again. I’m going to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her til she can’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’ll fuck her so long and good, only thing she will be able to mutter is my name. So ima ask you do we have a clear understanding?

The lab partner hesitates to answer, both out of fear and horniness. How could he not be turned on by what he just heard, but he’s heard the stories about Choi San, and he’s not someone who you wanna cross.

Letting out a pathetic yes, he hurries and hangs up the phone. A cheshire cat-like smile crosses his face, pulling his fingers out of you, he stares up at your figure. Eyes shooting down to meet his own.

“No where was I?” He asks rhetorically before spreading your thighs once more.

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honey-lemon-goose · 2 years

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I just had to stop by and thank you for all the love and support you’ve been giving my recent series!💙😭 I honestly always look forward to your amazingly tasteful memes of the Ateez members. I swear they add the perfect amount of spice👏! Plus I swear they fit each chapter so well😂!! I swear I be giggling and kicking my feet when I read ur review on the chapter. 😂💙 once again thank you so much. I just had to let you know I appreciate all the love and support!💙💙

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hongcherry · 2 years

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Just for Me || k.hj (m)

"Hongjoong was never overly fond of your cam girl activities, but he didn't want to seem controlling and force you to stop them. Instead, he does the next best thing: he joins you during one of your steams to show everyone you're his."

🎥 Pairing: boyfriend!Hongjoong x camgirl!Reader (afab)

🎥 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff, angst if you squint?; Cam girl au, mainly pwp, established relationship, non-idol au

🎥 Warnings: dom!HJ, sub!reader, reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as girl sometimes, hj's a lil mean at times, possessive!HJ (but wbk), choking, name-calling (slut) + pet names, sir kink, oral (f rec.), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, spit kink, dirty talk, marks/hickeys, use of a sex toy, fondling, breast play, spanking (ass, pussy), multiple orgasms, degradation, light cum play, exhibitionism, punishment (spanking)

🎥 Word Count: 9.9k (how i did this w a mainly pwp is beyond me)

🎥 Credits: Thank you Panda & Dae (@toikiii) for beta'ing this! Thank you Indigo (@playmetheclassics) for giving me advice on the banner! And thank you Syd (@justaaveragereader) for helping me figure out a few details, which you probably weren't even aware you were helping me w this LMAO but thanks anyway. You're all so amazing and I appreciate your help and time! 🥰

🎥 Author's Note: Please disregard anything that's not accurate in the life of a cam girl as I, spoiler, don't have any experience in that field 🫠 (cue Harry Styles' voice: Or do I?)

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Hongjoong would admit he’s a little possessive. He is selfish, and he certainly doesn’t like to share what is his.

You were aware of this. Even though that trait might be annoying for some, it wasn’t for you—for the most part. There were sometimes when it became too much, but Hongjoong was trying to not be so possessive. Keyword: Trying.

When he became aware of your side job/hobby of being a cam girl two months into your relationship, he wasn’t overly thrilled. At first, he was slightly mad; his clenched jaw at the time told you so. Though, that emotion soon transpired into guilt. Was he not treating you right? Was he not making you happy enough? Were you struggling to make ends meet, and he didn’t know? You were quick to reassure him that you’d been doing it before you met him and were completely satisfied with him both in and out of the bedroom. It was just something you had tried out and ended up enjoying.

Hongjoong didn’t like knowing strangers were seeing you in such intimate ways, ways that he felt should be kept between him and you, but he also didn’t want to be the one to force you to quit doing something you liked. Even though he really, really wanted to.

There was a split second where he considered ending the relationship when you confessed. He wanted someone that was his and his alone. However, his feelings for you were strong. He didn’t want to leave you; especially, when the thought of someone else calling you theirs and touching you emerged in his mind. It was difficult to have two conflicting thoughts.

He guessed the one good thing with the streams is that you were the only one touching yourself, edging yourself, pleasuring yourself. Thus, you both came to an agreement. As long as you didn’t bring any “guests” onto your shows, he would make do with it and wouldn’t throw, what you liked to call, his “mini tantrums.”

When he had given in, you smiled—one that always had his heartbeat stuttering. You were pleased to have gotten his acceptance with your streams. You weren’t sure what you would’ve done if he hadn’t since you didn’t want to quit your shows or lose your relationship with him. You offered him the chance to be in one with you, but he declined. He stated he’d rather save those moments when the camera was off.

Weeks went by as you continued your streams. Hongjoong was never present during them, but he did watch one to understand what you were doing. He had gotten hard while viewing you on the screen—how could he not have? He always got aroused seeing and hearing you in such ways.

Usually, for your streams, only your lips and below were showing. Though occasionally, he would spot the end of the half-mask you wore. He remembered you had told him it was in case you accidentally showed your entire face. He got himself off that night watching you play with yourself.

Hongjoong didn’t keep track of your stream schedule too much. He didn’t want to seem controlling, and honestly, seeing some of the comments in your chat had him feeling that green demon lurking in the shadows. He had to stop himself from typing a warning, realizing no one knew who you really were; therefore, no one knew who he was. He doubted that would’ve stopped the comments anyway.

What really was the tipping point was one day on the way to Seonghwa’s room to hang out, Hongjoong overheard a familiar noise. The door had been ajar, so he couldn’t see much but the sound could be heard through the gap. Hongjoong was quick to recognize the noise. You had made them many times when he was buried deep in your heat. But why were your moans coming from Seonghwa’s bedroom?

Hongjoong had felt a sudden pang of betrayal in his chest. He was just about to storm out of the apartment, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Some masochistic part of him needed to see it for himself.

Hongjoong slowly pushed the door open more to see Seonghwa, not in his bed, but at his desk with his back to him. Seonghwa’s computer screen lit the dark room, which caught Hongjoong’s attention. He recognized the bedroom on the screen. You had shown it to him a few times, and he’s seen it through his own screen as well. It was a spare room in your home. Since you were both still fairly new to the relationship, you remained living separately for now.

Hongjoong recalled how you didn’t want people seeing your personal belongings, so you had arranged your other bedroom as a set. You would change out knick-knacks and covers for different ones occasionally. This time, you had pink covers with dainty objects in the background. It was pretty, but not as pretty as you were with your legs parted to expose your bare pussy.

Your moans were ringing out in the room as you pumped two fingers in your entrance. Hongjoong had inhaled sharply, realizing Seonghwa was unknowingly watching his girlfriend get herself off.

The noise was loud enough to have finally caught Seonghwa’s attention. Hongjoong had been staring at Seonghwa’s screen with wide eyes.

The older man quickly tucked himself back in his pants while he scurried to shut off your stream.

“I’m s-sorry!” he had exclaimed as he turned to face Hongjoong once the tab was closed, face growing red with embarrassment.

Hongjoong wasn’t sure what to say at that point. Part of him had wanted to scold him for watching the stream, but it was on a public platform. Anyone could see you if they wanted. Though it felt strange that someone he knew was watching you. Sometimes he wished he stayed blissfully unaware of your viewer’s identities.

However, that seemed not to be the case.

A week later, he found himself in the same scenario, but instead of Seonghwa, it was Yunho. Hongjoong’s initial feelings of treachery were absent this time. He had carefully pushed Yunho’s door open more so he could confirm his suspicion. Just like before, your stream was displayed on Yunho’s screen. Your pretty moans were playing through the speakers. Between your sounds, Hongjoong could hear the faint sound of Yunho touching himself. Even though he was relieved to know you weren’t cheating on him, he couldn’t help that possessive nature coming up again at having discovered his friends were seeing you in such a way.

He wondered what they were thinking. Did they want to have you in their beds? Were they imagining their dicks inside your dripping cunt? Did they wish you were moaning because of them? Of course, they were. What else could they be thinking about?

Hongjoong had left the place irritated. He didn’t even bother interrupting Yunho; he couldn’t stop him from watching you. Not unless he explained the reason as to why, but it wasn’t his place to disclose your secret hobby.

You’re not sure what had overcome Hongjoong when he came to you one day declaring to do a stream together. Although you weren’t opposed, you found it strange how determined he was since he was against it at first. Sure, he could change his mind, but you figured he would be a little hesitant if he did so. However, after asking him multiple times if he was really okay with it, and him declaring yes, you set a time and date for him to come over. You had gone over a few things to ensure the stream would go smoothly with him. He decided he didn’t want his face shown, nor did he want his voice heard. He just wanted the attention to be on you. You respected his wishes and assured him he’d stay anonymous.

“Are you nervous?” you asked while you checked your equipment. Hongjoong sat in the chair in the corner, a leg bouncing up and down absentmindedly. He stopped when you asked him the question.

“No,” he said. You glanced at him incredulously for a second before turning back to the tasks at hand.

“It’s just a little stressful to know people are watching me… us,” he sighed after a moment of silence.

Once you were done, you moved to him. You leaned down and raised his face to see him better.

“Baby, you always make me feel so good. Just be yourself,” you soothed.

Hongjoong closed his eyes for a second as he collected himself, inhaling deeply before releasing his breath gradually.

“That’s it, Joong. Just breathe,” you comforted and rubbed at his shoulder.

Hongjoong raised a hand to your face and guided you down until your lips met. The kiss was gentle and brief, but it had your heart fluttering in your chest nonetheless.

“Go get dressed, love,” he instructed gently. You were wearing sweats and a random shirt, having been too lazy to dress up before he arrived.

You smiled at knowing he felt ready. Nodding, you left the room to get dressed. You liked dressing cute in bright colors when you did your streams, but you knew Hongjoong liked darker shades. Though you’re sure he would’ve liked you in anything, you wanted to please him more tonight. The lingerie you wore was a mix of black and red while your layered clothes on top were simply black. You added a choker that had draping chains with a matching earring set, along with some knee-high socks.

When you came back, Hongjoong donned a black mask and a baseball cap. He was making sure his face was covered. He appeared so attractive in his fit, yet you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Why are you laughing?” he huffed playfully.

“You look cute,” you shrugged and shut the door. Hongjoong tore his cap off to see you better, hair falling around his face. His lips parted at your body. Your low-cut top paired with your skirt had him freezing in his seat.

“Do you like it? It’s nothing special,” you asked, a little nervous now that you were in front of him.

Hongjoong stood from the chair and stalked toward you. “It may not be on someone else, but you make it special. You’re beautiful.”

He quickly pulled the mask down before giving your cheek a reassuring kiss and then planting another on your lips.

“We better get started soon before I take you right now,” he murmured when he pulled away. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you against him to feel you.

You giggled at his eagerness. “Let me go and we can,” you replied.

“If I must,” he sighed dramatically and slowly released his grip on you.

You walked over to your setup, waking up the monitors and doing a double-check on everything. You had a monitor to read the chat and another to check what was being shown. There was also a microphone on the table to capture the audio better.

Hongjoong stood in the corner as he fixed his cap and mask. You had told him during a previous conversation to wait until you cued him in, and you were glad to see he remembered.

After checking the time, you started your stream. You moved away and sat on your bed, legs crossed and arms resting on either side of your body. You leaned forward to read the chat, and the act had your breasts pushing together.

“Hi everyone, welcome back,” you said with a smile, seeing various greetings flood your chat.

“A new color, I know,” you said after seeing several comments about your darker attire. “It’s different, but hopefully you like it.”

You jumped down from your bed to give the camera a twirl.

Hongjoong watched silently, hands clasped in front of him while his eyes roamed your figure. The spin had your skirt rising to get a sneak peek of your undies.

“See? Simple, but pretty,” you continued and sat back on the bed. You waited a few more minutes to let your audience grow before you peered up at Hongjoong. He was watching you attentively. So much so that it had a chill running down your spine in excitement. It was hard to see his face, but just the way he was standing had you ready to get started.

“Yes, today’s the day,” you smiled at the camera.

You had announced you were going to have a special guest join you for a stream. You never disclosed who it was, but you wanted to inform your viewers of the slight change to your regular activities.

“I have someone joining me today. I hope you guys don’t mind.”

You reached out to Hongjoong. He took that as his cue and placed his hand in yours. You gently pulled him into the frame. He stood next to you by the bed, part of his upper body out of view of the camera.

Your eyes scanned the chat for a second, seeing mostly excitement but a few comments that were against your guest. You disregarded them, though.

“Is he my boyfriend or husband?” you read aloud.

You weren’t going to disclose that information, a little worried people may find you in real life or even stop watching if they knew you weren’t single. However, you knew Hongjoong wouldn’t like it if you lied. He had told you earlier it was up to you if the question arose, but you knew how he really felt. Even if a few people dropped your stream, you cared about Hongjoong’s feelings more. Plus, you figured people could find you regardless of knowing your relationship status.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” you answered and tilted your head up at him. He glanced down at you. Despite not seeing his grin, you knew from his eyes that he was happy. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in case his eye smile wasn’t enough.

“How is he okay with me doing this? Because he’s understanding and respects my decisions,” you said when you read a few worried comments.

Your lips dipped in a frown when you saw people tease Hongjoong for not being good enough between the sheets that you had to resort to streaming yourself. “He treats me just right in bed. I do this because I want to, not because I need to. You’ll see how good he fucks me soon,” you giggled.

You stayed silent as you continued reading the chat.

“Hm,” you sighed sadly and quickly messaged your moderators. You were lucky enough to have a few of them to make sure the chat wasn’t too creepy. You knew you were going to get a few strange comments as your streaming content was mature, but you were still human. You weren’t going to tolerate anything overly sexual or degrading. If anyone were to degrade you, it’d be Hongjoong in bed.

You didn’t realize Hongjoong had sat on the edge of the bed until you accidentally backed into him. His hands came up to your hips to keep you balanced.

“Oh! Sorry,” you said.

Hongjoong stayed silent but rubbed your sides to let you know it was okay. He pulled you back slightly, so you were leaning more into his body. He nuzzled his face, as best he could without disrupting his cap, against your neck. You rubbed his arms gently as you focused on your stream again.

“Alright chat. If I see any more comments disrespecting my boyfriend, you’ll get kicked. This is going to be an enjoyable night, so be kind and let’s have fun, okay?” you instructed. Hongjoong hummed quietly behind you, and you knew he was appreciative of your action.

After your chat was mainly in agreement, you smiled. “Good.”

You glanced behind you to look at Hongjoong. He peeped his head up when you moved.

“You ready, baby?” you asked sweetly. He nodded, hands squeezing your hips more from nervousness.

You turned around in his grasp and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Can I take that off, so I can kiss you?” you asked quietly enough for it to not be picked up by the mic.

Hongjoong glanced behind you at the monitor. Your body was covering him well enough to keep him hidden.

“Okay,” he whispered and carefully pulled down the mask. You gave him a smile seeing his handsome face before leaning in to kiss him.

Hongjoong raised a hand to grip the tip of his hat, making sure it was low enough to cover his eyes. Through the kiss, you could feel he was nervous. His movements were tense—not as smooth as they usually were. You hoped as time went by, he would get more comfortable.

You ran your tongue along his lip, and he granted you access quickly. Hongjoong widened his legs as he pressed your body against his with his free hand. You smiled into the kiss when you shuffled closer, gently climbing onto his lap. Hongjoong’s hand trailed to your ass. He lifted you up, so it was easier to get settled. Once you were perched, you began to gradually grind against his crotch. He let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss.

You reached forward to push the mask up his face carefully. While you did so, Hongjoong’s eyes drifted to the screens behind you. His hand on your rear caused your skirt to partly ride up to show a hint of your pretty ass. He let go of his cap to cup both your cheeks, giving them both a rough squeeze to see more of your skin.

You hummed contently as he did so, diving down to trail kisses up the column of his neck.

The soft feeling of your lips had Hongjoong smiling behind his mask. His head tilted slightly as you sucked a mark on his neck near the mole you loved so much. When you licked and nipped at his skin after, he released another moan.

“Keep moving, baby,” he told you lowly.

Not realizing you had stopped, you adhered to his wish and rolled your hips against him. Mewls escaped your lips when you rubbed your clit with each glide.

Hongjoong stared at the screen as you did so, loving the way your clothed pussy could be seen slightly when you pushed your ass back a certain amount. His eyes moved to the other screen that was showing the chat.

Some comments were about how they wished they had someone to do the same, others were saying how they wanted to see more of your body. At first, Hongjoong wanted to do the opposite—to take the covers from the bed and wrap you like a burrito so no one could see you. Though he knew that was just him being selfish again. After all, most of these people have already seen your body, but none of them had touched you. No one has been in Hongjoong’s position. That thought stirred something inside his chest. Something akin to cockiness.

You lifted your head to peer at him when you noticed he had stilled.

“What’s wrong?” you frowned, hand coming up to avert his gaze to you instead of behind you.

Hongjoong looked at you, eyes flickering from between your eyes as his mind raced. He was stuck between wanting to turn off the stream and wanting to show everyone just how pretty his girl was.

Not needing to hear his inner turmoil, you spoke, “We can stop,” you reassured, “or you can show everyone how good you fuck me. How good I can take it.”

Your words had Hongjoong’s eyes darkened with lust.

He hated sharing. He really did. Part of him still wanted to keep all parts of you to himself—your body, your sounds, your thoughts. But something in him also wanted to make everyone watching jealous. They could crave you as much as they’d like, but they’d never be the one pleasuring you. They’d never be him.

For some reason that boosted his ego.

People wanted what he had, and that made him feel powerful. You were his special gem. He never wanted to let you go.

“Joongie?” you called out softly to him when he didn’t answer.

“Turn around,” he instructed, voice a little husky and eyes sharp with authority. You bit your lip at his commanding attitude and climbed off his lap to do as you were told. Your heart was thudding in anticipation. You were glad he decided to keep going.

Hongjoong slipped his mask down and placed kisses against your neck that weren’t covered by the choker. You moved your head to give enough space for him and his cap, watching in the monitor as he kept his face hidden. He was nipping at your skin while his hands started to roam your body. You placed your palms on his muscular thighs to keep you steady.

Hongjoong’s mouth parted on a place against your neck and began to suck. You could tell his goal was to leave a mark. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done so, but his actions felt more determined than ever.

Your eyes watched through the screen as his hands trailed up your legs. They caught on your skirt, lifting the hem to expose your panties for a few seconds before letting the material fall. They continued upward until they reached your chest. You moaned when his strong hands grabbed your breasts—palming them steadily, but roughly.

The comments were a mix of complaints and praises; some said the action was too slow, and others said how sexy it was to see Hongjoong touch you. The negative ones didn’t bother you as you were enjoying yourself with your boyfriend and that’s what mattered. There was no need to rush.

Hongjoong’s mouth moved from one part of your neck to another, repeating the actions until your skin was littered with small marks. You could see them blossoming through the screen.

He slipped his mask up before his hands moved beneath your top and began to lift it up. You raised your arms to help him remove it.

“So pretty,” you heard him whisper behind you, causing you to smile.

He admired your body for a second, taking in the way your breasts filled the bra beautifully, and soon, his hands cupped your chest again. After a few more squeezes of your flesh, he took off the material. Your torso was now completely exposed to him and your viewers.

Hongjoong eyed the chat for a second. There was still a feeling of possessiveness when he read how sexy you looked. He agreed, but he was still trying to get used to having people see you bare. He reminded himself you were his. He was the only one who could touch you. He had a feeling this would be repeated in his head later.

His hands found your breasts again, and his fingers twisted your nipples, causing you to gasp and clutch his thighs. He gently pulled on them while he watched your face. Your eyebrows knitted together at the slight pain, but your moans told him you liked it. Hongjoong released your nipples and spread his hand across your breasts. When he started massaging them again, you began grinding against him. He let out a small groan at the feeling.

Your eyes shifted to the chat as you moved your hips.

“Thank you, ‘chilly mangos’, for the donation,” you said as a notification appeared. “‘Fruity juice’ as well.”

You heard Hongjoong snicker behind you, and you pinched his leg in a warning. The usernames were always a little funny to say out loud, but what were you to do about it? It was just something you had to get used to.

“Hm, his hands look good on my boobs?” you read with a small laugh. “I agree.”

At the comment, Hongjoong pushed up your breasts and squeezed, giving your viewers a good look at how round they were. He released them after a second, and you watched as they bounced back in place.

You smiled at the comments that flooded in. Various messages were about how they wanted Hongjoong to do it again or wished he would fuck your breasts. There were other requests, which you normally took into high consideration, but you wanted today to be more natural—not tending to others’ needs.

“I appreciate the donations and the requests everyone, but I probably won’t read chat too much today,” you informed.

Hongjoong slid his hands back up your body. You didn’t realize you had been leaning forward to interact with the chat until he pulled you back with his hands on your chest again. He played with them as you continued to talk to your viewers for a bit. He would switch from pinching your nipples to bouncing your breasts in his hands. Eventually, his ministrations moved downward, and his hips started to move against your ass. You could feel himself getting harder the more he rubbed himself. One of his hands went between your legs, but his fingers spread so he wasn’t touching your folds. It was a teasing action, and you needed to feel more.

“A-alright, guys,” you stammered, “I’m going to tend to my boyfriend now. I think he’s getting a little needy. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You glanced at Hongjoong. Even though you couldn’t see his pout, you knew it was there. You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss through his mask.

“I’m all yours,” you said.

Hongjoong took the green light to shuffle farther up on the bed. He patted the space between his legs to call you over. Before you followed him, you quickly zoomed the camera in a little. Hongjoong’s neck and face were out of frame, but that was fine. You situated yourself on the bed quickly after. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you let Hongjoong hook your legs over his. He lifted your skirt and tucked the ends in the waistband. With your legs wide and clothed pussy on display, Hongjoong slithered a hand south.

Your body jerked slightly when he grazed his fingers over your clit then your slit. He could feel the dampness of your panties, and he hummed in satisfaction, pleased to find that you were already wet. He pressed his fingers harder against you, slipping between your folds through your underwear. You mewled at the feeling, hips rolling upward to feel more of him.

“Stay still,” Hongjoong instructed you quietly.

You nodded and stilled your body. Though when he glided his fingers up and to your clit, you bucked your hips again. Hongjoong didn’t say anything to that and slowly circled your bud. His speed increased, causing you to jerk in his grasp again.

“You’re not being good,” he commented.

“C-can’t help it,” you whined. Your legs tried to close when he pinched your clit carefully. You heard Hongjoong make a condescending noise at seeing your failed attempt. You weren’t able to bring your legs together due to them being forced open by his own legs.

Hongjoong’s eyes rose to the monitors. The sight of you spread between his legs, bare torso resting against his, had him getting harder. He then turned to read the comments. There were a few complaints that they couldn’t hear your voices and others that were making certain requests. He saw a couple of donation notifications pop up as well. One request caught his eye. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be told what to do, but something in him wanted to fulfill this request.

Hongjoong’s hand suddenly left your clit, only to bring it down against your folds in a light smack.

You gasped at his action; your hands came to hold onto his arms that were in front of you.

Happy with your reaction, Hongjoong repeated the action. Your body jumped, and your legs pressed against his in another attempt to close.

“Your chat is very naughty,” he murmured in your ear.

“S-sometimes,” you stuttered.

He chuckled, not believing you. He’s seen the comments when he’s watched your streams, but it was a little different considering he was the one being asked to do things to you now.

“They want to hear your voice, baby,” he continued and brought his hand back to your pussy. Though this time he pulled aside your underwear. His eyes glanced down at your slickened folds, now bare for everyone to see.

His fingers rubbed between your lower lips, coating his digits with your arousal. “I’ll make sure they hear it.”

His additional comment had your heart thudding in your chest.

Without notice, he slipped a finger inside, making you lean your head against his shoulder. He pumped it unhurriedly. He loved seeing how just one finger had you whining. At the second finger, you wiggled against him. Your hips were bucking up as you tried to grind against his hand.

“You’re really just misbehaving today, huh? Why is that?” he questioned. Usually, when you did, he would stop what he was doing and make you apologize until he felt you meant it. You were scared he’d do that now, but he didn’t. Instead, he inserted another finger.

“I-I don’t know,” you mumbled, hands tightening their hold on his arms.

Hongjoong glided his digits in and out a couple of times before spreading them on the way out. The stretch had you crying, legs squeezing against his.

“They liked that,” he said after he checked the chat.

Hongjoong dove three fingers into your pussy again and slowly parted them, making a show of how well you could be stretched. You were moaning against him; your eyes were glued on the monitor showing the both of you. He abruptly retracted his hand and reached to the side. You were forced to sit up slightly, legs untangling from his, as he retrieved something from the nightstand.

Donations were coming in more now, and you read the chat briefly before turning your attention to Hongjoong.

He leaned back up with one of your dildos and a small bottle of lube in his hands. Your thighs pressed together at the sight. His lips quirked up at your position, staring at you for a moment while he decided what he wanted to do.

He climbed off the bed and strolled to the end of it again, gesturing for you to follow, so you did.

“Take them off,” he demanded, finger pointing to your skirt. You started to remove it, but Hongjoong tsked and shook his head. At his disapproval, your hands went to your panties instead. When he didn’t say anything, you continued their descent until they were off completely.

Your eyes watched his face while he gently situated you in the position he wanted. Your legs were spread, feet perched on the mattress and your body leaned back on your arms. Hongjoong placed the object by you as he moved to your setup. You stayed silent as he adjusted the camera’s view. He made sure the focus was solely on you before sitting next to you sideways and angling his body in front of you. With his back turned to the camera, he shifted his mask down and captured your lips with his.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth, meeting yours quickly. As he did this, he picked up the dildo and spread some lube over it. The sound of the cap opening had your body tingling with excitement. One of your hands rose to grab the back of his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair that wasn’t covered by the cap, tugging on it when he nipped at your lip playfully.

Your body jolted slightly when he brought the toy to your pussy. Steadily, he pressed it inside your entrance. You moaned into the kiss, clutching the sheets with one hand and his hair with the other. Hongjoong pulled away to look down. You carefully put his mask in place before leaning back again. Your eyes stared down, watching with an open mouth as he pushed the object farther. When it was halfway in, he started to thrust it gradually.

“Shit,” you panted loudly when he started to speed up. You recalled how Hongjoong had informed you your chat wanted to hear you more. Although you weren’t sure if they were only referring to your moans, you still decided to speak up. You were used to it anyway.

“You look so pretty being stuffed,” he hummed, “but you’ll look even prettier on my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded quickly, gaze moving to his eyes. “Want your cock instead.”

“I bet you do, but I want you to come first,” he said and put his attention back to pumping the toy quickly. He shifted on the bed and then moved his other hand to rub your clit.

Hongjoong couldn’t stop glancing at the chat.

It appeared he spoke a little too loudly. He had forgotten he was closer to the mic when he was at the end of the bed. Although he could be heard, it wasn’t audible enough to decipher. They had simply heard a hint of what he sounded like. You, on the other hand, could be heard better as you were speaking louder.

“C-close, Jo—baby,” you stammered, walls clenching around the toy that was gliding in and out of you.

“Go on,” he said, eyes moving back to your body in front of him. A few more rubs of your clit and thrusts of the dildo had you moaning out as you came.

Hongjoong pulled the toy from you, tossing it back on the bed before he kneeled between your legs. He quickly twisted his cap, so it was backward and yanked the mask down. He dove into your pussy, tongue licking up your dripping folds.

“Fuck,” you cursed again, head lolling back as you placed a hand against his head. Hongjoong’s hands rested on your bucking hips, trying to still them. You knew he could hold you down, but he wasn’t putting much effort into doing that.

Hongjoong glanced up at you. The tip of his tongue was circling your clit for a second before he went back to gliding it up and down your slit.

He loved the way you tasted against his tongue. He slipped the wet muscle inside, and you pushed your hips against his face more. He savored your juices as he pulled away, chin coated in your wetness. The sight was heavenly, and you moved your hand to the back of his neck to bring him to you.

You smiled when you tasted yourself against his tongue. The kiss was brief as Hongjoong pulled away shortly. He adjusted both of you, so your mouths were in the frame. His hand rose to grip your chin, gently tugging it down to open your mouth. Your eyes were glued on his, even though they weren’t captured on stream, while you waited for his next move. What he did next, however, shocked you as he’s never done it before.

Hongjoong gathered saliva in his mouth before spitting it into your own. A corner of his lips curled up in a smile as you swallowed with wide eyes. Unexpectedly, you stuck your tongue out again as if asking for more.

He scoffed, a little meaner than you expected. “I knew you would like that,” he tutted quietly to you. “I saw a request asking for it.”

Instead of granting your wish, he pulled you up and met your tongue with his in a sloppy kiss.

“I-I saw a comment I wanted to try, too,” you confessed breathlessly after the kiss.

Hongjoong let you go as he adjusted his cap. He wiped the remnants of your arousal from his chin with his shirt before moving the mask up. He raised a brow in curiosity. “Yeah?”

Placing your hands on his chest, you guided him, so the back of his knees hit the mattress. He sat down and placed his hands on your waist.

“Can I call you sir?” you asked softly, a little nervous about his answer.

Hongjoong’s eyes turned into half-moons, indicating his hidden smile. “I told you your chat was dirty.”

“Joongie,” you pouted lowly so no one but him could hear.

Hongjoong’s hands came to rest on your ass beneath the skirt. He massaged the flesh, causing your body to move toward his.

“Go ahead, baby,” he chuckled. “I’m willing to try it.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from lighting up at his permission. “Just tell me to stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You smiled down at him but before you could do anything, he spun you around to face the camera again. He leaned down to your ear, voice dropping lower.

“You really thought you were going to take over now?” he laughed haughtily. “You’re lucky I’m letting you get away with shit right now.”

Your body stilled at his words, teeth coming out to bite your lower lip.

“Sorry, sir,” you replied. The word was foreign, but it excited you.

Hongjoong didn’t reply quickly as he digested the word. It was certainly different from what he normally heard, yet he didn’t hate it. He still favored when you called him by his name instead, but since you weren’t allowed to do that now, sir would have to do. Plus, he liked the air of superiority that came along with the title.

“I think I could get used to that,” he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin. “Help me take off my pants?”

By that, you knew he wanted you to do it all, but you didn’t mind. You started to turn to face him, but he held you still.

“No, do it from here,” he instructed. “I want them to admire what they can’t have.”

You’re not sure what had come over Hongjoong since you knew he wasn’t a big fan of you exposing your body to strangers. In spite of that, you had to admit his words had arousal drip between your legs. You loved when he reminded you that you were his.

You nodded, reaching behind you to find his belt buckle. Your hands brushed against his bulge, and you took a detour to palm him through his pants. He hissed lowly, fingers digging into your waist. Your legs squeezed together when you felt how hard he was. While the dildo felt good, Hongjoong would always feel better.

“You better take off my pants now, pretty girl. You’re already on thin ice,” he said in your ear.

You’re not sure what his words meant. You knew you were doing stuff he usually wouldn’t allow, but he hasn’t punished you for them. You figured he was just being more lenient tonight. You didn’t think his words held any weight. However, he sounded a little sterner, so you adhered to his command.

Once you unclasped the belt, you hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Hongjoong’s eyes were on the monitors, switching from the one showing the camera’s sight to the one displaying your chat. The feeling of possessiveness was still lingering in him, but now he wasn’t so caught up in trying to hide you.

Hongjoong’s hands glided across your body, playing with your breasts for a moment before moving down your tummy and between your legs. They never stayed in one place for long—always making you crave more.

Your hands shoved at his pants, hinting at Hongjoong to lift his hips so you could push the material down. You slid down both his underwear and pants as best you could from your position. When Hongjoong saw you couldn’t pull down any further, he moved them down the rest of the way and kicked them to the side.

You began to glance back to see his cock that you loved, but a hand came up and forced your face to look at the camera.

“Read the chat,” he commanded.

You whined when he denied you. You felt his hand brush your back as he pumped himself, so you pushed your ass against him, trying to feel him better.

He pushed you forward suddenly, a loud smack resounding in the room. The spot he had hit on your ass stung, and you reached back to grip his knees for balance.

“What did I say?” he questioned.

Your eyes moved to the chat screen. When you didn’t say anything, Hongjoong spoke.

“Out loud, baby.”

You cleared your throat as you started reading some of the messages.

“T-thank you, ‘daddy for you’ and ‘baby doll ninety-two,’ for the donations. Along with—”

“Not those,” Hongjoong chided as he peered over your shoulder, hand no longer touching his dick. You saw on the screen that he had rested them on the bed. There was a small amount of disappointment that his hands weren’t on you instead.

“Look at that,” he said. “They wish it was their cock instead of that stupid toy. They want to suck your nipples until you’re crying their names… Spit in your mouth and on your face until you’re covered in it.”

You had ignored those comments as you didn’t want Hongjoong to feel jealous, but you should’ve known those messages would catch his attention. Though, he didn’t seem as upset at them as you had anticipated.

“Do you want that?” he asked. “You want one of your viewers to touch you instead?”

You shook your head frantically. “I only want you, sir.”

“Is that so?” he hummed.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he prompted.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected. Hongjoong has always been controlling in the bedroom, but this was slightly different, and it thrilled you.

“Hm. Are you sure? Look at all those people wanting to ruin you,” he replied. You could see his eyes had moved to your face through the screen. You caught his fiery gaze. God, you wanted him to touch you again. You wanted to bring his hands on your body, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to be controlled.

“But they’re not you, sir.”

Hongjoong scoffed as if the thought of one of them in his place amused him. “That’s exactly right, baby. Who’s the only one who gets to ruin you?”

Your thighs were rubbing together as Hongjoong stared at you intensely. “You, sir.”

“So, what does that make you?”

Hongjoong finally touched you.

He had you take a few steps forward as he stood behind you. He gently pulled your arms behind your back, holding them there as he adjusted his length to rest against the cleft of your ass.

“Answer me,” he said when you didn’t reply.

“Yours. It makes me yours,” you stuttered, feeling him glide the tip of his cock along your folds. You had forgotten his title, but he didn’t seem to care about it for now.

“Say it louder. I want them to hear you clearly.”

“I’m yours,” you repeated, raising your volume to ensure your mic picked up your voice. “I’m only yours.”

Pleased with you listening to his directions, Hongjoong buried himself in your warm heat.

Your mouth fell open in a lengthy moan when he slid all the way. Your legs quivered ever so slightly at being a little sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he rasped.

Hongjoong looked at you in the monitor, loving the way you were pushing your chest toward the camera as your ass pressed against his pelvis. The sight was enticing, and he saved a mental picture of it.

Hongjoong slowly slid out of you before thrusting back in, a small smirk on his face when he watched your chest move. He continued this motion, letting the sound of his skin slapping yours roughly echo in the room. Upon reading the comments, he moved a hand to your throat. He squeezed the sides of your neck to give you enough pressure to make your eyes roll back and a whimper escape. The act wasn’t new to you both, but you always loved when he did it.

“Your chat is right,” he huffed. “You do look like a slut right now.”

Your walls squeezed around him, and Hongjoong grunted lowly behind you. He eased the pressure on your throat, allowing air to flow better as he adjusted both your bodies, so you were sideways to the camera.

Seeing more comments spurred his quickened pace. He wanted them to feel jealous they weren’t the ones fucking into you, but some of the comments were criticizing him. Saying they bet they could fuck you better. Make you scream louder. Maybe he shouldn’t be letting the comments get to him. After all, he was the one with you. However, the idea of you leaving him for someone better had an almost animalistic feeling overcome him.

He pounded into you, holding your arms behind your back and watching his cock disappear between your folds. You were moaning, trying your hardest to keep your footing as he jolted you forward. It helped that he had secured your arms.

Hongjoong pulled out suddenly, causing you to whine loudly at the empty feeling. He moved to lie down on the bed, carefully pulling you on top of him. You straddled his body and pushed his shirt up. He quickly removed the material, mindful of his cap. Your hands instantly glided up his torso. Hongjoong let you touch him while he aligned the tip at your entrance again. He wasted no time in pushing your hips down, engulfing his hard cock with your pussy.

He groaned at the feeling, leaning his head against the mattress as you started to roll your hips.

You hooked a finger on his mask and waited for his approval before pulling it down. You kissed him hastily, hands coming up to cup his face since you couldn’t tangle them in his hair.

Hongjoong held your waist firmly, guiding your body up and down. Although you were doing a lot of the work, you let him set the pace—which was rather speedy. Your mouth moved away from his. Breathing heavily, you used your energy to bounce on his dick, moans and whines leaving your mouth. You loved how full you felt as he slid against your walls. The stretch of his girth had you feeling a familiar pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, watching you from below. His words encouraged you to move faster, however, you couldn’t keep the pace you set for long. Your legs started to become sore, but you needed to keep moving. You needed to come as did he. The idea of not being able to continue much longer had you crying out.

“What is it, hm?” he asked, though he had a feeling what your whine was about.

“N-need your help, Joongie,” you pouted, voice low.

“But you’re doing so well,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You stared down at him, finally able to see his full face. He looked so handsome staring at you, mouth slightly raised in a smile.

You shook your head, slowing down your movements. “You’re better. Please?”

“What are you asking for, pretty girl?” His arms trailed up and down your sides, not caring that you had now completely stilled on his lap.

“Need you to take over—to f-fuck me,” you pleaded, eyes blown out and needy.

He grinned and put his mask back in place before sitting up. He wrapped one arm around your body as he adjusted the position. Your lips pulled into a lazy smile, and you draped your arms over his shoulders, so your body was pressed against his.

Once he felt stable, he started to buck his hips up. You gasped at the feeling of his skin hitting yours; the sound had you squeezing around his cock.

His thrusts slowed to a stop when he felt your arousal drip down his dick, a gravelly moan slipping from his mouth.

“Shit, you’re leaking down my cock, baby girl,” he hissed, hands dragging your body up until just his tip remained. He loved seeing how wet he made you. He eased you back down, earning him a beautiful sigh from your lips.

He paused his movements to look at the screen, mentally reminding himself to have his way with you in front of a mirror in the future. He wanted you to see yourself take him—to see your face morph with pleasure.

Hongjoong then unhooked your arms and guided your hands on your ass. “I want them to see how much of a slut you are.”

You mewled at his words, understanding what he wanted as you spread your cheeks to give the camera a better view of Hongjoong sliding in.

“Of course, they like that,” he growled and then continued his movements; however, he didn’t gradually reach a quick pace, he just started there. His hips slammed up to yours, forcing your body to jolt up and down his chest as you laid there and took what he was giving you.

“Look at you take my cock like a good girl,” he praised through clenched teeth, his gaze on the monitor. He eased his speed for a moment. The steady roll of his hips felt delightful. “I bet you love having people watch you get fucked. Hm? Am I right? You want them to see how I split you open?”

You nodded, whimpering, “Yes, sir.”

Hongjoong hummed while he continued to push into you. He moaned, feeling your cunt suck him back in. Not only did your audience like this view, but he did as well. Seeing your pussy stretch to fit him made him go faster, needing to see you leak his cum.

“Wanna’ come, sir,” he heard you cry into his shoulder. “Need to come.”

“Go ahead. I want to see you fall apart on my dick, baby,” he replied, hands moving from your body to get a sturdier position. He began slamming into you. Each movement had you nearing your climax.

Soon enough you came with a loud whine. Your legs shook, and your hands grabbed his shoulders for support.

Hongjoong came after a few more rough thrusts. His breathy moans were next to your ear as he held you still against him. You clenched your walls around him, wanting to milk him for everything he could give you. You soon slumped against his chest.

He smiled behind his mask and wrapped his arms around your body. You did the same to him, letting both of you take a breather. The stream was forgotten momentarily as you basked in the feeling of your boyfriend’s touch. Hongjoong caressed you gently, massaging your body in various places.

After a few minutes, he carefully pulled out and laid you on the bed, face down.

He raised your hips slightly and spread your ass to watch as his cum dripped from your spent cunt. While it was mostly for his pleasure, there was a small part of him that wanted the chat to see how well he fucked you.

“You’re mine, love,” Hongjoong whispered. You nodded in agreement with a hum, too tired to concur verbally.

He dipped a finger in your entrance, causing you to squirm from sensitivity. He chuckled softly and scooped up some of his cum on his fingers. Hongjoong slipped his digits in his mouth, sucking the substance off as he moved to your setup.

He watched the messages come in quickly. A smirk appeared on his lips seeing the majority of them were about how they envied him. They wished they were the ones who just fucked you.

His eyes flickered to the screen capturing you. Your hips had fallen on the mattress, and your breathing was calming down. You were simply laying there, tired.

Seeing your exhausted state, he raised a hand in front of the camera. He gave a wave before ending the stream. After triple checking it was truly off, he removed his cap and mask. He shook out his hair a few times and then strolled to the bed.

“That was fun,” you murmured sleepily.

Hongjoong rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back. You smiled at his comforting touch and hauled yourself into a sitting position.

“Did you have fun, Joongie?” you wondered. It was difficult to tell as his face was beginning to rest in a frown.

“I did,” he started as he sat on the edge of the bed. You tilted your head in confusion since he didn’t look like he had fun. “But I think you deserve a punishment for how you acted during the stream.”

That woke you up a bit.

“W-what? But I was good,” you sputtered, a pout appearing on your features.

He chuckled darkly. “Were you? Moving when I told you not to? Touching me when that’s not what I asked for? That’s you being good?”

Your shoulders sagged as he recalled your previous actions. “I-I thought you were okay with it.”

“You know I shouldn’t have to tell you things twice. Now come here,” he instructed, patting his lap. You hesitated for a second but quickly laid down at his narrowing gaze.

One of his hands flipped up the skirt you still wore. He rubbed your ass, pleased to see his cum still between your legs. Then suddenly his hand came down on one of your cheeks, which had you yelping.

“Count.”

The next time Hongjoong met up with his friends, there was an awkward tension in the air. Seonghwa and Yunho had a difficult time looking at him. It got even worse when you accompanied him. Hongjoong wasn’t sure what was up with them until it dawned on him as he walked by their rooms. Moaning and grunting came from their rooms, but instead of seeing you on screen, it was another woman. They must have watched your stream when he guest-starred. There was no doubt that they had figured out who he was by how they were acting. Part of him wondered if they got off on it even after they discovered who you both were.

There was some relief knowing that they weren’t watching your streams anymore, or at least if they did, he didn’t know. However, a darker side of him was disappointed they stopped. Hongjoong wanted to gloat in their faces about how he was able to feel your tight cunt around him instead of them. Maybe even have you wear skimpy outfits around them to just increase their jealousy.

It sounded extremely wrong and entitled when he thought of it, but ever since that stream, he couldn’t help but have an extra boost of confidence. Though he hasn’t come on your show since. You were a little upset, worried even, that he didn’t like it. However, he simply wanted to not feel pressured into fucking you a certain way. Yes, he did like feeling smug at that moment, but he didn’t expect it to last well after the stream. He wasn’t sure how healthy that was, so he kept his distance from that world.

When Hongjoong came by your home a few weeks later, you had just finished another live stream. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering your skin, and you were wearing a robe. You greeted him with open arms and a loving kiss.

“I didn’t know you were going to have one so early,” he observed, realizing it was a little earlier than usual. You shrugged.

“I was horny and thought, why not?” you replied.

Hongjoong frowned. “You could have called me.”

You giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom as you started a bath. “I don’t want to just have sex with you, Joongie. I want cuddles, movie nights, dinner dates,” you listed off.

You checked the water’s temperature before plugging the drain so it could fill. You added some soap, watching bubbles begin to form.

“We can still have those,” he replied.

“I know,” you said with a gentle smile.

You slipped off your robe, letting it pool on the floor before sinking into the warm water. A sigh left your lips as you felt relaxed. Hongjoong came and sat on the edge of your sunken tub. He took your hand when you reached for him.

You continued, “But I want to focus on building our relationship without having sex involved.”

“You’re saying you’re tired of having sex with me?” he asked, a little offended. You shook your head as you leaned forward to turn off the water.

There was the tell-tale sign of another mini tantrum. His mouth tugged down, and his shoulders slouched. For such a tough guy in bed, he sure was a big brooding baby. However, you dealt with it all because you really liked him.

“No, silly,” you answered, sitting back against the edge and resting your head on the pillow you kept there. “I just don’t want you to feel like you always have to do the two-person-tango with me every time we hang out.”

“I don’t feel pressured too. I like it. You feel good,” he murmured the last part. He brought his other hand to yours, lifting it up as he gently massaged your palm.

“You’re cute, Joongie,” you commented. “I guess I’ll keep you around.”

Hongjoong huffed, eyes rolling at your teasing. “What are you talking about? You’re never getting rid of me now.”

“I’m okay with that,” you smiled widely at him.

Hongjoong’s heart pounded in his chest as you stared up at him with adoration. He leaned down and gave your lips a soft kiss.

When he pulled away, you chased after him. He chuckled at that and granted you one more kiss before moving away completely.

“I’ll always be here for you, love—whether that’s sexually or not. I like you for your personality, not only your body,” he said.

“What about my face?” you playfully asked.

Hongjoong let out a teasing sigh. “Your face’s alright.”

“Ass,” you gasped, flicking up some water at him.

He laughed, shielding his face from your attack. “Kidding, baby. I think you’re the most gorgeous human to walk the earth.”

“Now you’re just kissing ass,” you replied.

Hongjoong smiled, going back to massaging your hand. He gave you a wink when he said, “I’ll gladly kiss yours.”

“Shut up, Kim,” you laughed as you hit him playfully on the arm. “Now sing me a song as I prune.”

Your eyes drifted close, and you let yourself enjoy the calming sensation of his fingers pressing into your skin combined with the warm water against your body.

“You always want me to sing,” he whined.

“Because you have a nice voice. Now, sing, please?” you asked.

He sighed as he relented. “What song?”

“Wannabe by the Spice Girls.”

He snorted, hands pausing in his ministrations to stare at you. He remembered how you would sing it around your home—hell and even his, dancing and using a spatula as a microphone. Needless to say, he (unfortunately or fortunately) knew the words.

“Seriously?” he questioned.

You peeked an eye open at him.

“Yes.”

Upon seeing your earnest expression, Hongjoong began singing. He felt extremely silly and embarrassed as the lyrics left his lips. However, the happiness that spread across your face made it all worthwhile. He would sing ten more cheesy songs if it made you smile. That’s not something he foresaw changing in the future.

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on live - nakamoto yuta

pairing: yuta (nct) x female reader *

a/n: hello!! this is my first nct smut!! ofc its gonna be of my bias????? yuta is rlly hot in this one and hes super super dom and mean but recently ive been into cnc (its a trauma response or a coping mechanism mannn idk) and i had a dream about yuta last night so i think this would be THE ONE! this might be my most toe curling and nastiest and most graphic smut i’ve ever written and tbh i love it 😁

in which yuta fucks you and makes you touch yourself on camera for him to watch while he’s on tour.

warnings: swearing, dom!yuta x sub!reader, unprotected sex (yeee a big no no) mentions of tossing out birth control (ib @justaaveragereader ), yuta calls reader a bitch, slut, whore, cnc!play, sextape in the making, pussy slapping, titty slapping and sucking, face slapping, spit play, breeding kink, female anatomy, she/her reader, some?jaehyun? sex on live, if i missed anything lmkk

genre: smut, dark romance

mdni. 18+

enjoy nasties

“wait, why are you buying lingerie? isn’t yuta leaving in like 3 days?” your friend asks you as you both decided to shop around for a set of lingerie to prepare for a film that your boyfriend was oh so excited to make.

as you both walked through the last couple of aisles, you find a gorgeous black and pink set. you already knew yuta would go insane over it, already imagining the different positions and scenarios he’d play out for you.

lately, yuta’s been into cnc play. something that he was so unsure and insecure about; but when the topic came up, he brought it up to you. you were always open to trying new things with yuta, as long as you both knew where you stood, and that there was a line.

“girl come look, oh my god…” you hold up the piece for you friend to see, watching the way her eyes shift to the corset area.

“good luck walking normally for the next week. he’s gonna fuck your brains out!” she says, almost too loud for the crowd.

you pick out your size and check out to head home. you throw your bags in the car, finally getting a chance to text your man.

my yuta 🤍: hey baby, i’m on my way home. i’m gonna stop at target really fast

my yuta 🤍: are you home?

y/n: hi baby!!!!!!!!! i’m not home yet

y/n: i’m almost there tho

my yuta 🤍: okay gimme like 20 minutes bb

y/n: okay :3

you pull into your driveway, grabbing your things and rushing inside to hurry into your new set. you quickly showered and did your hair, spraying it to hold the wet hair look. you rubbed on body oil followed by a body shimmer, yuta’s favorite thing you do. you sprayed perfume on your ankles, wrists and neck, wherever yuta would be closest to you.

you also put on a touch of makeup, as yuta loved when you wore makeup, just so he can watch it run down your face when he fucks your throat.

after 20 minutes of getting yourself ready for your man, you unlock the front door, running up the stairs for yuta to see you waiting on your knees in the middle of the bed. you calmed your breathing, nervousness clouding your entire body when you hear the front door slowly open.

the front door was never unlocked unless something was going on— and this had yuta’s blood rushing, knowing you were home with the door open already for him.

“baby? i’m home, why’s the door unlocked?” he yells for you, getting no answer— expecting him to walk upstairs looking for you. you hear him putting some bags down, listening to the jingling of keys and shoes being thrown around.

“my love, i’m not playing this game.” he sighs. you hear him finally walking up the stairs, blood rushing to your ovaries and making your head spin in excitement. he opens your bedroom door, taking in the view before him. you’re on your knees in the middle of the silk covered king bed, with a pink maid lingerie set on, your wet hair almost coming down to your breasts, shifting with every deep breath you take.

you hurriedly finish setting up the camera on the chair across from bed, making sure your hair and outfit looks perfect— if you’re posting this on twitter, it has to be astounding.

you rush to get back into position, hearing yuta’s footsteps approaching. he nears the room, leaving the door completely open. his gaze darkens, curiosity at the scene before him is making his cock hard. he can only wonder what’ll happen next.

“fuckin’ hell. this what you were doing? look at you, pretty girl. is this new?” he walks up to you, reaching for the straps on your fabric, admiring the way your clean skin is perfectly suited by the set you’ve had on.

“all for you, baby. wanted it to be a surprise when you got home. i remember you mentioned you wanted to try cnc, so i got excited.” you breathily laugh. yuta’s fingers run up your neck and down to the valley of your breasts.

“yeah? good memory, baby. what do you say i rip this off you and pound your pretty cunt, hm?” his long hair bounces off his shoulders when he stands up and undresses himself. slides off his white top, his black trousers following suite.

he doesn’t notice the camera at first, but when he catches you looking at the phone on the chair every 20 seconds to make sure it hasn’t fell, his cock (impossibly) gets harder and harder.

“yuta, aren’t you tired from work?” you pretend to push him away from you, but yuta doesn’t budge. he leans over your smaller figure, planting a kiss on your forehead.

the smell of his car is what’s following his body, the new car scent making your head spin. the cologne he wears makes compliment to his aesthetic, edgy and mysterious— with notes of tobacco and ocean breeze. you catch a tiny bit of vanilla as he moves away from you. the mix of fragrances makes your mind fuzzy.

“never too tired to fuck you,” he continues demandingly, cupping your jaw to get a better view of your nervous look. his shoulders are tense and you notice the sweat beginning to form around his chest. “no, yuta. i don’t want to,”

“don’t fight me baby. you’re only making this worse for yourself,” his large hands press your back down onto the mattress, spreading your thighs to kiss around your heat. his teeth magically unbutton the body suit you struggled to clasp together. amazed, you moan out when you feel his teeth graze your cunt through your thin lace panties. he pushes your thighs apart as he kisses and licks you through the thin material.

letting go of your legs, he rips your panties off and licks a long stripe from the top to the bottom of your clit. he sucks at the sensitive area, whimpering and gasping at the taste of you.

your pussy clenches and convulses around his tongue while your thighs attempt to shut around his long haired head. his brown hair is damp with sweat, using his free hand to brush his hair back. he bites at your clit, making your legs twitch. “yuta, stop— please,” you whimper with watery eyes while your orgasm threatens to approach.

he only groans in response, sucking harder and flicking his tongue faster up and down your entire cunt. your orgasm approaches; you release all over the area where a beard would sit.

his stronger hands make impact with your pussy, your body jolting in response. “stop fucking moving. i’m gonna use you how i see fit, am i clear, y/n?”

“but i-“

“but i don’t care. don’t make me tie you down.”

his dark eyes lock into yours, making your heart jump in fear and excitement for what’s about to come. your legs force themselves open while yuta strokes himself slightly and lines his cock up with your soaked, sore cunt. in one thrust, he’s all the way in, giving yourself no time to adjust. he places his hand on your mouth to block out all sound from you. “yeah, keep that fuckin’ mouth shut. only thing you’re good for is this pussy.”

he lands another sharp slap on your cunt, making you cry out. your back arches upward and you could’ve swore you just saw your brain from how hard your eyes rolled back. “gonna toss out your birth control and fill you up every. fucking. day.” with every word, he pulls out completely, then thrusts harder back into you. your body shivers and your toes curl at the contact. with your back arched up, he takes the opportunity to remove his hand from your mouth and undo your entire set, stripping you completely naked.

after he’s satisfied with the scene before him, he slaps your right tit, then your left, then the right. the muscle turns red and you wince out in pain. he leans down to suck and lick at the area, earning a gasp from you.

“don’t cum in me, please!” you beg. you absolutely need him to breed you— it’s a staple in your’s and yuta’s sex life. it wasn’t sex if he didn’t full you up by the end of it.

“shut the fuck up. the last time i checked, sluts like you don’t care about getting pregnant, hm? they just sleep around and wait for someone to empty their cum into their loose pussies, yeah? that what you are?”

“n-no.” your eyebrows furrow in anger at the words he throws at you. the expression on your face doesn’t match the expression your pussy displays. you’re throbbing and swallowing him in, unknowingly cumming around him for the -nteenth time.

“yeah, you are. say it with me.” his tone softens as he talks you through the most vulgar words, waiting for you to say the words.

“i’ll call someone if you don’t let me go.”

“who are you gonna call, darling? the cops? i’ll make them watch.” he slaps the left side of your face, leaving a red handprint on your glossy skin.

“open your legs. don’t make me repeat myself,” you force your shaky legs open while yuta continues his assault on your sore pussy. the lewd moans he lets out makes your head fuzzy. “so fucking tight. even after i fucked you for hours,”

his thrusts slow, then they continue at a rough and fast pace. his fingers are hooked into the right side of your mouth like a dental clamp. your teeth are covered in your own arousal.

he repositions the both of you to where you’re both facing the camera. he cups your jaw, making you watch him fuck you through the camera. you connected your phone to the tv, so you’re both seen on the screen.

“say hi to your fans, bitch. we’re on live.”

somehow, yuta managed to switch to a livestream, the comments being flooded with a sweaty face emoji and thirsty comments. he pounds into you while you’re both whining and whimpering, holding your hair back to push you deeper onto his length.

“n-no, yuta, let me go!”

you’re cut off by a sharp slap on your ass. “one more chance. say hi.”

“h- fuck, i can’t!”

you watch the views go up dramatically, while yuta smiles manically.

12.7M VIEWS

3.7M COMMENTS

1.27M GIFTS

cznniehoe: man im tryna get my coochie stretched too

johnnysuh: no sharing?

jaehyun: hot

marklee: dude this is so hot

taeil: bro what let me get some

taeyong: BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW THATS THAT BOOTY MEAT

the views only increase, making your heart clench at nervousness.

“say hi to jaehyun for me.”

“i can’t—“ another slap to your right ass cheek, already forming a bruise. he pulls you off of him, watching yours and his cum drip down his cock and your thighs. “h-hi jaehyun,”

jaehyun: hello pretty girl

“there you go. wasn’t so hard was it?” yuta leans over to grab the camera and angle it at your face. it’s at selfie level as you stare at your own arousal on your face and the mascara on your cheeks. your lips are puffy and red with strands of hair on your face.

you look like yuta’s bitch.

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