#them cumming together *screaming at a frequency only dogs can hear*

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Make Love, Not Porn

Play Time!

HHJ

Masterlist, Series Masterlist

18+ content — minors, do not interact.

wc: 3.8k

Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

warnings: barista!hyunjin x cam girl!reader, smut, explicit sexual content, masturbation (m, f), he's a little obsessed, easing into the smuttier smut if that's even a thing.

Live : Play Time!

Next Scheduled Broadcast : Heat Signature

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Rule number one; everybody is temporary.

There is no love in this industry, no trust, no friends, only coworkers that all want the same thing. Sometimes you work with them more than once, other times– most times, it’s a one-and-done deal.

They never want to stay anyways, you learned that lesson the hard way. It’s why you set up such a tough wall to break through, there’s no point in befriending anyone on your side of the pond.

It’s scary, really, how quickly you can be moaning someone’s name, kissing them like you need them to breathe, touching and feeling them as intimately as someone who truly was in love. Then as soon as the livestream ends, you can’t remember what their lips feel like and everything smells like latex and sweat. You offer them some water, snacks, a shower. They usually decline. Minutes later, your front door is shutting and you’re alone once again.

No one ever intends on getting into porn, you don’t even remember the details on how you ended up here. Your follower count had risen overnight and before you knew it, that one video had gotten you more money in a week than a month’s worth of minimum wage ever did. The humiliation was nonexistent considering you hadn’t even posted yourself naked that first time, if anything you were excited to post again. Who knew a video of you just sitting in a chair, playing with yourself under your skirt with your knees pressed closed would take off so rapidly. That thirty second video changed your life.

– fuck, who is this?? are they new??

– thats so hot. face reveal?

– show us your tits

– god i wanna fuck u so bad

– suck my dick pls

Those comments didn’t bother you, it was a little flattering if you were being honest with yourself. People wanted you, they don’t even know your real name, have never seen your face or what you look like in the sunlight. They don’t know you and yet, you’re everything to them, so much so that they pay you for your time, and body. They fill your wallet just for you to read their comment out loud, attention whores for you. And you love it. For some reason, their praise is much more fulfilling than anyone you've guested on your livestreams.

Recently, though, you’ve stopped bringing people on, not much to your viewer’s disapproval. There was more interaction and less vulgarity, like they wanted you to actually speak to them rather than just stuff your pussy with whatever new dildo you’d been gifted in your PO box.

You hadn’t planned on having such a personal stream today, you honestly just wanted the relief and thought your viewers would have a good time. But for some reason, the comments were less about getting you to take your clothes off and more about why your voice was shaking.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. Really!” Even you could hear the subtle octave change. “If you wanted me to cry, you could’ve just said please. You know I’ll do anything for you.” 

Perhaps the forced sultriness of your voice worked its charm, the comments quickly switched back to their normal obscenities once you started to unbutton your top. Truthfully, you preferred when they asked you to get naked, it was a lot easier to do than to admit what it was you were really lacking. Honest companionship is the rarest thing.

Rule number two: no identifying features.

Even if you weren’t ashamed, your job is still taboo. No one and everyone knew what it was you did. Your best friend helped you pick lingerie and background mood lighting, your parents thought you were an office worker. Strangers have seen your most private parts, you only allow your grandma to give you a kiss on the cheek during Christmas. Safe to say your occupation was strictly need-to-know.

You’re glad you started live streaming before deciding to get any tattoos, running the risk of someone stopping you in the middle of the street was the most terrifying thing you could imagine happening. Naturally, you avoided getting anything at all once your streams started to really take off.

There was nothing you wore to accessorize unless a patron paid for it in advance, that was always done a week before streams and the contact with the patron was never more than a simple google form and an email from your business account to confirm. Other than that, you were a blank canvas, just a body with a voice that left more to the imagination than you would think. If your viewers were happy, you were happy.

“What do you think of my new nail color? A special someone picked it out for me,” you held out your hands to display the pretty shine, twiddling your fingers. The comments went crazy, “no, no, not anyone like that, c’mon! You know you’re my number one. But I think you should all give lovely user callingherdaddy a thank you for picking it out. Thank you, sir.”

You took the polish off the next morning.

Rule number three: be consistent.

Nothing kills a steady income more than ghosting the ones that put the money in your pocket. You stuck to a strict schedule of three streams every week and frequent posts on your socials. The stuff you posted on your social media wasn’t even related to your work on camming, but it doesn’t hurt when they leave a couple nice comments. 

With a schedule and job like yours, you need a little bit of normalcy. Self employed, you don’t have a real routine when you aren’t streaming. It was starting to make you feel lazy, a bit lethargic, and overall unmotivated.

It wasn’t until recently did you decide to start doing normal people things, like waking up at 7 a.m., doing a mini work out, grocery shopping in the morning, even getting yourself a coffee from the shop near your house as a treat. Doing this was nice, you felt good, your head was clearer. Hell, you even got excited when it came time to do your cams because you felt so full of energy.

You had only been to the coffee shop once or twice before, but to get yourself to keep the routine, you told yourself you’d go every day for the next two weeks. Afterall, it only takes 21 days to form a habit.

It was packed, as usual for a morning weekday. There were only about six baristas working, all scurrying about the bar to get through the morning rush. You liked watching them, mindlessly completing drinks in such a way that made you a little jealous. Most of them seemed your age, obviously you knew that they couldn’t have all had perfect lives, but at least this part of their day was something they could openly complain about.

Were you really jealous? Of normal people? You had to be insane.

Shaking your head, you walked further into the shop and waited in line. You thought nothing of it, placing your order, “iced chai with three blonde shots, please,” and handed the barista the card, “thank you.”

You barely looked up at him, only when he held onto your card a little longer as you tried to take it back did you make eye contact. A little awkward, the barista was staring at you with wide eyes. He was handsome, too handsome to be working behind the counter. Long black hair framed his face nicely, pretty plump lips, and an endearing little mole under his eye that made his siren stare only slightly less intimidating. Yeah, handsome.

He didn’t look away even after he let you take your card back.

“S– sorry. You look like–”

“It’s okay. Thanks again.” You hurried away as fast as you could. He couldn’t have known who you were, right? Not a chance, you have never shown your face. You were wearing too many clothes for any particular body part to be recognizable. It’s just a coincidence.

Either way, the minor interaction with the barista scared you into hiding again, forgetting going out for anything else you had planned and deciding to hole away at home.

You had a livestream to do later anyways, focus on that. There were a few hours left for you to kill before turning on the camera, now would be as good a time as any to set up.

It wasn’t much that you did, mostly just thinking of what it was you thought viewers would like to see for the day. An hour before the scheduled stream, you set up a waiting room on the website that hinted at what the day’s theme would be. Today you thought you’d go a little easy on the eyes; “live soon, hardcandysweetheart: play time! <3”

A typical stream would start off soft, greeting viewers like any other meeting. You’d ask how their day was, if there was anything in particular they wanted to do or talk about, some answered genuinely while others urged you to strip. You liked the ones that asked you how your day was, too, and enjoyed sharing your thoughts with them. Though, it was no secret what everyone was here for, even if sometimes– just sometimes, you liked what came before taking off your clothes more than anything.

“I have a few things in mind for play time today, I’d like to hear what you guys think. Would you prefer this,” in your hand, you held up your favorite vibrator, big and baby pink. “Or this?” in the other, a new grinder that resembled the shape of a tentacle with the sucker-side up.

Comment section didn’t slow down as soon as you showed the second toy. “I thought you might like this one. I got it just for you! I’m excited to try it out with you.”

– im so fucking hard

– i wanna see ur pussy

– thats so nice, ur sweet

“Slow down! Haha, we’re gonna take our time,” you laughed away the weird feeling in your chest as you read the fleeing comments. “You’re so impatient today, lovely. Did you have a hard day? I know I did,” you slowly peeled down the blouse you wore, letting it hang off your shoulders to expose your bare shoulders. It seemed redundant to wear a bra, but you kept the shirt covering your breasts for dramatic effect, hard nipples peaking through.

��I just wanna take it a little more… gentler, if that’s alright.” The camera was angled to cut off at your neck to avoid showing your face, but you bit your lip anyways as you held up the grinder. “It’s a little out of my comfort zone, honestly. I’ve never told you about this fantasy before.” You ran your finger down the rubber center, feeling the many little suction cups bend.

You giggled as you came to the swirled tip of the tentacle, playing with the way it curled and how pliable it was. “When I ordered this, they let me choose the color. I think pink suits me, don’t you? But I also thought, maybe blue? Or black… but then it would be too hard for you to see, right?”

As you spoke, you laid the grinder between your legs but not quite touching it. With two fingers, you stroked it the same way you would your own pussy. Your other free hand was doing just that right behind the toy and beneath the length of your shirt, feeling your wetness building up with your hand down your panties. “Oh my, just talking to you– my underwear is soaked!” The giggle that left your lips was genuine, you didn’t expect to work yourself up so quickly.

You stole your fingers from your cunt and showed it to the camera, spreading them to let your viewers see the slick coating shine in the soft lighting. “Heh, told ya I was excited. You make me like this.”

When you started to really get going it was hard to pay attention to the comments, you tended to get a little lost until you finally came. Like now, you brought the toy closer to your core, lightly lifting yourself to sit on it. As soon as you did, you let out a whimper.

Hyunjin had never felt so embarrassed in his life. He doesn’t even know why, he couldn’t have been sure of anything.

Except he was. He was 100% sure, plus another 10% for good measure. He hadn’t even known about the site for long, you were just his favorite. He’d found hardcandysweetheart and never bothered to look anywhere else.

You were just another customer at first, a pretty one that caught his attention. He noticed you in line and had every intention of flirting and possibly asking for you to sign up for the rewards program with them just so he could use that as an excuse to get your number. Then you spoke.

All you fucking did was speak. “Please,” and “thank you,” and Hyunjin fucking crumbled.

Jesus, he must have looked like an idiot. He knows he did, but he was star struck. Fanboying, red in the face with embarrassment, about to fold at the knees, and hard as a fucking rock all at the same time. He had to excuse himself to the restroom as soon as you left just to get his boner to go away.

If it really was you– and he hoped to god it wasn’t– he’ll never forget such a pretty face.

Which is why he turned on notifications for your stream. He knew your schedule by heart but he needed to be sure that it was your voice he heard. As soon as he got home from his shift, clothes came off and he was sat in bed with his laptop nearby, just waiting for the ping notification from you.

God, it was you. As soon as he heard you through his headphones, it confirmed what he already knew.

What a kind voice, supple, soft, he could listen to you for hours– he has listened to you for hours. Sometimes he wished you could do live streams of just you talking, you never even had to take your clothes off. Now that he knew what you looked like, Hyunjin’s heartbeat faster than it ever did when you made conversation.

It was the way you did, as though you were speaking to him and only him. The image he created of you in his head looked like it was thought up by a child in comparison to seeing you in real life. He could put a face to the voice now, he wasn’t even thinking about your body. Just your voice.

“You make me like this,” you said in almost a whisper, tone cracking just a little the more you sat on the toy.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but palm at himself, not entirely stroking but moving at the same pace. This was a team effort, in his mind. You made him crazy, as he did to you. That was his fantasy. You always spoke with so much love in your voice, as though you truly cared for him and it got him harder than any other kind of porn ever could.

Was that really all it took? Was he that pathetic? Someone who didn’t even know who he was, talking to an ocean of people that all saw the same thing he did, and suddenly it’s the only thing that can make him cum.

He can’t even complain now, he’s seen you. That’s enough spank bank to last him a lifetime if you ever suddenly decided to stop camming. Shit– he hopes he didn’t just manifest that into existence.

The white button up top draped in front of your cunt to hide away from view. That’s alright, you said you were taking it slow today. Your hips slowly pushed forward and back, hands gripping tightly at the armrests of your uncomfortable looking desk chair. Hyunjin thought it was kind of cute how you would still cam in the same seat as you did when he found your first video. 

His laptop on his abdomen concealed the view of his cock leaking, but the way you were sat on screen, he could envision it was him you were sitting on instead. That’s exactly what he imagined as you rocked faster into the toy, lifting your shirt and balling it in your fist to show that your wetness had spread to the front of your panties. Hyunjin didn’t even mind that the bold pink tentacle blocking a bit of the view, you were getting so into it that he hardly noticed anymore.

Hyunjin fumbled to find his dick, slowly beginning to squeeze the head as you turned to shorter and quicker ruts towards the front of the toy where the tentacle curled up. You moaned loudly, making him do so as well in return. “Fuck, I ruined this pair, didn’t I?”

Your cute laugh had Hyunjin breaking out into a smirk, “that’s okay,” he whispered to no one but himself.

“I should take it off but,” you rolled your hips again with a whine, “I kinda want you to work for it.”

The tips in the corner of the page were pinging like crazy as soon as you said that. He himself tapped the button rapidly and paid no mind to how his account balance shot down.

“C’mon now, don’t be shy. It’s just one little word that I wanna hear. I’ll say it first, if that makes you feel better.” The speed of your hips picked up a little, in turn Hyunjin let his fist slowly work up and down, no faster than you, of course.

“Please. Please, is the word I’m looking for, lovely. Say it, just once.”

Fuck, he couldn’t help speeding up just a little. He loved the way you said it, even more the way you commanded him to say it as well. “Please,” the whimper came out breathy and uneven as the precum lubricated his cock more.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Hyunjin shook his head, no. 

“No, it wasn’t. Look what happens when you ask nicely,” you stood from your seat just to pull off the flimsy fabric, sitting fully back down on the toy and holding up the soaked pair with another chuckle. “You get nice things.”

Hyunjin could hear how wet you really were now, every lewd sound that came from you rubbing yourself back and forth on the grinder. You still didn’t let him– them– see you fully. He wasn’t even sure if you’d expose yourself at all this stream. Still, his fist picked up speed as you did, taking in every grunt you let out when you’d hit a particularly good spot. Hyunjin kept his eyes on you the whole time, memorizing the way you moved, what angle made you tick.

“C’mon lovely, I know you can do better than that.”

You were referring to the tip counter, but Hyunjin took it as he can do better than that. His other hand reached around the laptop, down to cup his balls as he worked his cock faster, occasionally running his fingers over the head for a break in stimulation. Somehow he managed to stop touching himself for a split second to rapid fire extra tips when they slowed down.

“Oh, someone wants a little extra attention today. What do I call you, lovely?” Hyunjin wasn’t sure if you were speaking to him, though he hoped and typed a nickname anyways. “Baby? That’s cute. Thank you, baby, you’re so sweet.”

His hand instantly returned to his dick, not caring about the speed anymore, instead wanting to cum to the sound of your voice. He quickly tapped the tip button a few more times and you giggled, “baby, you’re spoiling me. Here, since you’re being so nice,” you lifted the hem of your shirt to put your bare cunt on display, seemingly tucking the end of it into your mouth.

Hyunjin could see it so clearly, your pretty lips drooling onto the fabric, biting it to contain the moans that wanted to slip past. Fuck, he was going insane, wet, slick noises from his animalistic fisting on his cock almost surpassing the volume of your voice in his headphones. 

He just watched now, listened intently to how good you were making yourself feel and it made his body light a fire. You were clearly getting closer as well, forgetting the dirty talk and humping away at the toy with little to no regard for who was watching. Hyunjin loved this side of you the most, when you couldn’t think of anything other than the impending pleasure. He could imagine your eyes rolling back, the furrow in your brow and beads of sweat dripping down your temples as you came nearer to falling over the edge. Your hands moved to grip the edge of the seat, aiding in pushing your body forward and back harder against the grinder and Hyunjin was jerking himself with a hotter fervor. Your muffled cries echoed in his head– he was making you feel like this, he was the one you were using to please yourself, he was the one you thought of as you came all over his cock.

Hyunjin suddenly held his breath and let his release take over his body, squeezing and pumping the tip of his cock as he spurt his seed all over his stomach and back of his computer. By the time he’d come to, opened his eyes, and regained his breath, you were slumped back in your chair and panting heavily. He missed your grand finale, but that was okay with him, you came at the same time. Even in post nut clarity, he wanted to hear your voice. More than that, he wanted to hold you, run his fingers through your hair, kiss you until you were breathless all over again.

Hyunjin’s shaky hand found the tip button again and tapped.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiled.

You groaned and found the strength to steal the toy from your aching cunt, holding it up for the camera to see it glistening with your essence. Laughing, “this was fun, wasn’t it? I enjoyed myself, I might have to buy more of these.” You tossed it onto the desk and suddenly seemed shy, tugging your shirt as far down as you could without exposing more skin. “Until next time, lovely. I’ll miss you.” You waved your dainty fingers at the camera, doing your signature sign off, and the screen went black.

Hyunjin’s head fell back into his pillows, staring at the ceiling trying to understand all the emotions he just rushed through. 

He couldn’t compute them even if he tried. All he knew was that he was excited to go to work tomorrow morning, hoping that whatever god heard his plea, begging that you’ll come in.

When he went to shut his laptop, his fingers smeared the warm mess that was slowly dripping. “Fuck— ew,” and he hurried to clean up, alone once again.

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[flameboyace]

HOW WOULD THEY FUCK YOU: VINSMOKE BROTHERS

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Ok first of all: i'm back, not at the same frequency as before, but i'm back.

January was a pretty bad month for me and i also moved from my old house to a new one so i didn't feel like doing anything at all.

I'm feeling better now and i'm definitely happier since i started working, but this job is extremely stressful and i'm always tired, this is why i'm gonna post here and there.

POST: this post is based on a fanart i saw on twitter where all of them were manspreading and niji and ichiji were both on yonji's thighs.

NSFW SO MINORS DON'T INTERACT

TW: DEGRADATION / OVERSTIMULATION / OBJECTIFICATION / SLAPPING / DEGRADATION / HAIR PULLING / SPIT / SQUIRTING / CHOKING / PET PLAY / CON NON CON / VOUYERISM / DACRYPHILIA / POSSESSIVENESS /

• gn y/n

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□ they do everything together and this means they do you together

□ the other two loves to see how good you get fucked by their brother, this only so they can prove to him they can do better

□ vanilla is not an option with them and you have to mentally prepare for it if you wanna actually do something with the vinsmoke

□ they all love to call you their little slut, their little dumb bitch that can't even form a proper word because of how good is getting fucked

□ ichiji loves to pull yoir hair while trusting into you, the more is the pain the more he knows you're enjoying it

□ he never stops before making you squirt arlt least two times, of he can he will add a third one just to prove how good he can make you cum

□ niji loves to choke you, the threat to use his electro shock on you is always there and it's pretty real every single time

□ also loves to fuck you dumb when you're already at you limit, the time woth ichiji was way too much for you, but he loves how much of a crying and begging mess you become

□ never stops even if you squirt more and more times on him, he had either to hear the safeword of being satisfied with his job to let you finally go

□ also likes a lot to call you his slutty dog, you know you're his plaything and he always makes sure to reminds you while he slaps you after every loud moean you let out, puppies shouldn't scream from pleasure like that

□ also likes to reminds you your place by forcing your mouth open and pitting in it, you're his property and you have to know it

□ yonji is way more gentle than his brothers, but his extreme force makes sure each trust are hard enough to make uo for the pace he always sets

□ loves to slaps your butt while fucking you, loud and firm slaps that makes you shake in any possible way

□ loves to call you his kitten, his little personal bitch with the same attitude as a fucking cat, and he obviously has to prove who your owner is

□ also loves to pulls your hair everytime you cum or simply squirt, he love to make you move so your position allow you to do even more mess that you're already doing

□ is also the one to put you in bed when you literally pass out cause you're too tired to do anything else.

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[honeycashmere]

Pretty

Inspired by: Pretty by The Weeknd also the Partition music video by Beyonce. 

Warning: NASTY. PURE SMUT. A lot of cursing. Squirting. A little more on the rough side.

Note: YES, YOU WANTED A NEW SANDCASTLE CHAPTER, it’s coming. I wanted to drop another chapter but I needed to slide back into that and wanted to practice a little because I’m busy and I missed writing smut. SO HERE YOU GO. This is for all the freaks ;) Sorry for any errors, I’m rusty. This is posted on AO3 and my tumblr. As someone with a “too much gene” is this too much?

It has been weeks since you’ve last seen Chris. Normally you thrive in long distance relationships. You loved having your own space and thought it was romantic to surprise each other often. It kept the relationship fresh despite being together for five years. Both you and Chris worked in industries the required the both of you to travel for work and be apart sometimes. Despite living together and making time to spend together. Sometimes Chris would be gone for months and after a month or so he’d fly you out to visit. Even though you both tried to make the relationship work and it did. You both couldn’t get passed one thing.

Sex.

When Chris and you would live together, sex everyday was a given. Unless someone was truly exhausted or wanted to take a couple days break. Both of your sex drives soared in each other’s presence and even with the freaky FaceTimes and texts… those couldn’t replace the real thing. You missed that frequency, you lusted over the idea of your bodies colliding again. You wanted to feel his hand run through your hair and grip it. You wanted to feel the pressure of your back against the wall or your face pushed up against the mirror. Or the feeling of your bare skin grazing the carpet or him ever so lightly gripping your neck. You were daydreaming about being reunited with Chris again. You’d send him little naughty texts messages here and there. You knew exactly what you were doing, you wanted to get him all rattle up so that way he’d pounce on and oh how you missed that too. You wanted to put on a show for him. There were plenty of times, one of you came home from a trip and rushed into the bedroom. You wanted to play with him a little more. So you sent careful instructions for him.

Pull into the driveway, keep the car headlights on. I’ll let Dodger out to greet you, cause he misses you like crazy but when you’re done, get back into the car and wait.

These instructions puzzled him. You loved to put on a show and give him a little surprise when he’d come back from a trip. The hours leading up to Chris’s arrival you did your hair, planned a truly devious outfit. A jaw dropping savage x fenty lingerie set, faux fur jacket and easy to slip off heals that killed your feet. You only wore them for small amounts of time, for an event, a picture, and even a wedding which was a mistake by the way. You imagined how you’d look with the headlights beaming on your marvelous attire. Your phone went off, you wondered if Chris had any questions or thoughts about your instructions as they were a little too vague.

As long as you know that when I land you’re mine.

Whenever Chris came home from a trip, he’d be exhausted but that never stopped him from letting his hands roam over your body. You shook your head trying to stop yourself from daydreaming again. It was time, you can hear the car pull into the drive way and you felt yourself flush in excitement. First you let Dodger greet Chris, he was incredibly excited to see him after a while but you had taken him for a hike earlier that day and hoped he’d be tired right after an exciting hello. You whistled for Dodger to come back inside and threw a dog bone into the living room which he raced after. When you looked in the drive way, the headlights shined brightly on to the house and you watched Chris get back into the car, giving it a couple seconds before you came out. You walked slowly trying not to trip in the on the pavement, standing at a distance in front of the beaming lights. You could barely make out Chris’s face. You smile his way as you slowly unbuttoned your faux fur coat, letting one side slowly slip down your arm doing your best pose for him. You give him quick twirl and a flirty grin. Chris doesn’t waste his time, he shuts off the car and struts out of it, fixated on your body. He takes a deep breath and grins. “Is this for me?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod. “You look so pretty baby.” He reaches out to you, pulling you from behind your neck into a deep kiss. When he pulls away his eyes run up and down your body and you leaned in to say, “Wouldn’t I look so pretty with your cock in my mouth?”

A deep growl emerges from within in him. He scoops you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, nibbling on his ear and kissing his neck. He pushes past doors and swiftly down the hallway to the master bedroom. He tosses you on to the bed recklessly. “Come here,” he said with his hand motioning his fingers towards him. You crawled to him, kicking your shoes on to the floor. You knew what to do, you rubbed his hard cock through his jeans as they were a barrier blocking it from springing loose. He groans from your touch, you start to undo his belt and undo his jeans, barely pulling them down when his cock sprung loose inches away from your face, dripping with pre-cum. God, you needed him.

You look up at Chris eagerly, giving his tip a little peck before licking it, giving it a taste. Swirling your tongue around the head you could see Chris’s body tense up, he runs his hand down the back of your head. You move towards the base letting your tongue and open lips wet his cock before taking him in. He takes a deep breath guiding your head. You slowly let his cock travel down your throat before slowly letting him out. You use both go your hands to message his cock up and down as you sucked on his head. You can hear Chris breathing loudly above you. Trying his best not to cum in your mouth. You pick up the pace knowing that it’ll frustrate him a little. His hand on your head grips your hair and slowly pulls you off of him. “Tsk, tsk. You knew what you were doing,” he says with a grin shaking his head, he reaches down your ass and spanks you not once but twice. You moaned as it stung and he pushed you down on the bed, climbing over you. He grips your chin as he kisses you, letting his tongue message yours before moving to your neck. His hand furiously messaging one breast to the other and the other hand unlatched the expensive lace bra you were wearing. His lips move from tit to the other sucking and playing with them as you sort of pushed him on his shoulders to move lower. “Impatient huh?”

“Tell me how many times have you played with yourself since our last face time?” He was referring to a week ago when you two FaceTimed and you both made a pack after to not orgasm till you saw each other. “…None,” you say feeling defeated. You wanted his tongue down there so bad already. “Are you lying?” He asks seriously, slowly moving down your body, he widen your thighs, slowly kissing from your knee inward. “No,” You shoot him a pleading look and he recognized your desperation. Chris wanted to play tonight, he loved watching you beg, scream, plead and cry while having full control over you. He loved when you were a fucking mess and he fantasized about having this moment with you after spending weeks apart. “How badly do you want me to eat this pretty pussy?”

Your mouth dropped, “Chris!” you whined like a spoiled brat. You wanted him so badly, his mouth, his cock, his hands but he was moving a slow as a snail. He chuckled at torturing you a little. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to give you what you need.”

He pushed the fabric of your panties away from your lips, taking a moment to admire his ability to make you wet. You were glistening, dripping nectar and you watched him anticipating your needs being met. “Fuck you look so good baby,” he says in a half groan before diving in. He licks your clit before giving it a suck and you squeeze your eyes tight finally feeling some pleasure. He rested his fingers on your slit, gathering some wetness before stroking your clit in small circles. You bit your bottom lip trying to suppress your moans. He gathered more of your juices between his fingers before pushing them into you. Your eyes open quickly glancing downwards to him as you sat up on your elbows. You watched as he flicked your clit with his tongue over and over again while he finger fucked you. His eyes would close sometimes, enjoying the sounds of your quick breaths and moans and then dart to your face to watch you. Your hand finds its way to his hair, giving it a little grip as you began bucking forward a little. Ready to cum any moment now. It only drives him to give you what you want. He works harder to make you cum, using his arm to keep you steady on the bed. “Oh my god,’ when you cum, the one standing elbow gives out, your hands reach for the duvet under you, gripping them as you become a crying mess of screams and curses. A panting hot mess, you close your eyes in bliss as you could hear Chris get up and the wrestling of his remaining clothes. He stands right by your head and couldn’t help but want his cock in your mouth. You got up like an eager slut. Wrapping your hand around his cock, playing with his head in your mouth. His eyes close as he sighs before bending down to caress your ass and slap it, “Baby turn around.”

You smile to yourself, bending over in your favorite position, laying with the side of your head on the mattress, flashing a smile up at your man. He bends over, giving your pussy a look again as he pulled your panties down and off of you. He groans at the thought of just fucking you, he takes his cock in his hand coating it with your juices as he traced the tip up and down your folds before pushing the head in. Your mouth falls open with a quiet moan. Chris watched you, he loved watching what he could do to you. “You miss me baby?”

“You miss me fucking you?” He slams his hips forward, pushing his full length inside of you with ease since you were practically dripping wet. He starts to thrust in out of your pussy, grabbing a hold of both your hips to keep him study as he pushed into your body. You grip the sheets as you whimpered at his ball slapping fast pace. “Yes, fuck me!”

A animalistic growl slips from his lips as he reached down to the back of your head pushing it into the mattress, his left leg arched up, planting his foot onto the bed frame trying to hit your pussy harder from a different angle. You felt like blacking out, you were a whimpering wreck, you could feel your pussy overflow. “Oh god, you’re fucking squeezing my cock.” Chris pulls you up by your neck, holding you in place as his other hand found your clit, he began rubbing frantically, your hand holds on to the wrist holding your neck and your other hand on his other wrist. Your head falls back on his shoulder, he’s fucking you mercifully. “You’re gonna make me fucking wet the bed.”

You could feel yourself combust. You came around him, your pussy pulsing, trying to push him out but he held on tight and slowly began fucking you through it. You feel your thighs become wet, the duvet underneath you become wet from you and the front of Chris’s thighs soaked with your juices. “You’re such a dirty little slut.” He pulls out of you, flipping you over, practically pulling you towards the corner at the end of the bed to get away from your mess. He leans down to kiss your lips, you wrap your legs around his waist as he inserts himself into you again, his energy was relentless, he thrusted in and out of you at the perfect pace. His hands wander up to your breast, massaging them. You knew he was close. “You gonna take my cum?” You don’t respond distracted by cock sliding in and out of you violently. After hearing no response he leans down gripping your neck, fucking you harder, forcing you to respond. “Yes fuck!” He becomes sloppy trying to fulfill his needs it almost drowns out your screaming. Chris throws his head back, coating your walls with his cum, pumping until he was empty, resting inside you. When he pulls out of you, you see his cock coated in your nectar and his cum. It turned you on even after fucking. “Fuck baby,’ Chris chuckled watching your drip. “You trying to kill me with that outfit? We better get cleaned up.”

You smirk to yourself. “I don’t think I can move.” Chris’s smile widens and he picks you up off the bed, giving your ass as another slap before carrying you into the bathroom. “Hmm, funny, even after my flight and that, I don’t think I’m that tired.” Your mind wanders as you start the shower, it’s going to be a long night.

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine Advent - “Fun-ishment” (RAted NC17)

After Kurt finds out that Blaine has been masturbating without permission, he decides to punish his pet with Blaine's favorite toy. (1168 words)

Written for the Klaine Advent 2017 prompt "inch", and dedicated to @itallstartedwithharry :) This takes place early in their relationship, when all of Kurt's rules have yet to be cemented xD Warning for bondage, ball torture, e-stim, and punishment.

Part 58 of Taking a Journey Together

Read on AO3.

Kurt strolls around the living room, a radiant smile on his face, flicking randomly the switches of a slim, black remote, his hands moving through the air as if conducting the music around him – the whimpers and moans of his beloved sub, naked except for a mesh jock, tied with arms outstretched to a dormant radiator, gagged with a black nylon stocking, the only part of his body free to roam his legs, kicking in a futile dance as the vibrator locked in his ass whirs indiscriminately under the command of Kurt’s sadistic whims.

Kurt isn’t watching Blaine, operating the device solely by sound, matching the pressing of the buttons to the symphonic music playing over a single wireless earbud in his left ear – Ravel’s Bolero.

“Dahhh, duh-dah-de-dah-dah dah-de-duh dah-de-dahhh,” he sings, waltzing and twirling with each high-pitched whine from Blaine’s throat. He cranks the vibrator to high for a few, torturous seconds, and chuckles at the guttural scream it produces.

“I’ve noticed you’ve become very attached to this new vibrator of yours – pun intended,” Kurt jokes, “as much as I’ve become attached to the noises you make because of it.”

He flicks it one more time to high, this time peeking over the sofa to the spot where Blaine squirms on the wood floor, close to tears. It probably doesn’t help that Kurt has attached a low voltage shock collar to his testicles - the smallest one he could find, made to fit Chihuahuas - which sparks off every time Blaine shifts position, knocking the locking arm of the vibrator, pressed into his perineum, against it. Blaine has gone completely rigid – head thrown back, digging into the metal boning of the radiator; eyes squeezed shut; chin thrust up; arms straining against his cuffs until his biceps bulge; butt planted into the wood with his knees bent and his heels digging in.

His scream rises in pitch, steadily climbing from rich tenor to thin, reedy countertenor.

Kurt, who lives in that range vocally, is impressed.

He dials the vibrator down to zero, watching Blaine immediately go limp. Kurt chuckles again, pleased. With this set-up, Blaine is his puppet, the speed of his reaction to the power-punch of vibrator and shock collar making Kurt immensely hard. Kurt walks by his exhausted sub - his poor boy’s chest heaving with each labored breath, his wrists tugging weakly at his cuffs, trying to pull himself up - contemplating how he can get relief for his own aching hard-on.

“I bet you thought that when I asked you which toy you wanted to play with today, I’d actually let you control it.” Kurt tsks. “My dear pet. You should know better by now … the same way you should know that toys are off limits when I’m not home. Hmph … masturbating without permission. Where do you think you are, pet?”

Blaine nods, a single bob of his head disturbing sweaty curls, mumbling something over the nylon stretching his mouth that sounds like an apology.

“You’re sorry?” Kurt mocks, slowly bringing the vibrator from zero to one, the tiny increase in vibration causing the muscles in Blaine’s arms to twitch. “That’s so sweet of you.” One goes to two, and the big toe of his right foot begins to tap. “But I’m afraid you’re nowhere near sorry yet.”

Blaine whimpers, on the brink of sobbing as he submits to the inevitable – two sliding to three, which makes his lower lip wobble; three to four, which tightens the muscles of his neck.

Four to five, and the moaning begins.

“That’s right,” Kurt coos, switching the settings from six to seven as Blaine’s hips stutter, searching for a happy medium between the hum of the vibrator up his ass and the static crackle of the shock collar - which Blaine doesn’t necessarily hate. “That doesn’t feel too bad now, does it? I bet it’s actually kind of nice, huh?”

Blaine gulps hard. He knows from the syrupy sound in Kurt’s voice he might be walking into a trap, but, for the moment, he doesn’t care. This feels too good – the combination of the vibrator massaging him deep inside and the crystalline spark of the collar spitting across his skin, tantalizing nerves, connecting his balls to his stomach to his nipples to his fingertips, leaving them with a slight numbing sensation. His eyes roll back and his head follows. Step by step the vibrations build in intensity. Blaine rubs is ass on the floor, like the dog he is, moving the vibrator inch by inch away from the shock collar and closer to where he wants it, where it will feel the most sublime.

Blaine’s brain short circuits, his hips gyrating, rolling the base of the vibrator along a convenient rut in the floor. He feels the familiar wash of heat from his cheeks to his toes, followed by a secondary wave of cool when that heat bleeds entirely into his stomach, fanning out to his cock and his balls. He feels like his spirit has left his body, hovering on a plane of pure pleasure. He hears Kurt hum again, the climax of the music he’s been listening to mirroring Blaine’s own blissful completion. Pulse and snap and buzz and crackle meet deep within his groin and he cums hard. He begins to drool, babbling a string of nonsense behind his gag so ridiculous, it makes Kurt laugh out loud.

“Uh-oh, pet. You’re in trouble now,” Kurt says, and that’s when Blaine remembers …

… he wasn’t allowed to cum.

Kurt told him that as he tied him up. He repeated it several times.

He was adamant about it.

He said there would be consequences if Blaine did.

That was over an hour ago. But the start and stop of the torment, the constant pulse and hum of the vibrator, it’s fluctuating frequency with no real rhyme or pattern, had erased it from his memory.

Blaine’s eyes snap open. Ecstasy ebbs away, replaced by a low thrumming panic, his heart pounding in his chest till his sides cramp and his ribs feel sore.

“Oh, Blaine.” Kurt approaches his quivering sub staring plaintively up at him. He lifts his socked toe and presses it against the swiftly softening lump in the front of Blaine’s jock. When he pulls his toe away, his sock is drenched in Blaine’s cum. He shakes his head disapprovingly. “Shame, shame, know your name. Poor Blaine. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long afternoon for you now.”

Blaine trembles, pleading with his eyes for leniency, mumbling words that trip and fall from his dry tongue and lodge in the folds of the nylon stocking, never to be understood. Kurt smiles.

“Have fun, pet! I’ll see you in an hour ... or two …” He slips on his loafers, grabs his keys and his coat. With the sound of Blaine’s begging following him, he switches the vibrator to high, tosses the remote on the sofa, and walks out the front door.