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CALL ME MAYBE — gn!reader x jaehyun.

pairing: gn!reader x jaehyun. genre: hurt/comfort, angst, smut. summary: you work as a phone sex operator. naturally, one of your customer wants something a bit specific... warnings: phone sex. words: 1.5k

It is your duty to take care of your customer during the allotted time. This is your job as a phone sex operator, after all. The call time is determined by the amount paid. Some customers just need twenty minutes. Sometimes much more. Maybe all day. Maybe the entire night. You don't mind, you like doing this. What just was for spending time changed into a real full time job. Everybody says you're made for this. And you would be a liar if you say that you're not good at satisfying your phone correspondent.

It's late at night. You've just ended with an old man. The lonely kind, not really interesting, quite sad actually. But you had nice time. At the end, he sounded happy and thanked you before hang up. Mission accomplished.

And now, what?

You don't have time to think. The phone's ringing.

You pick up, comfortably seated in your chair. Usually, it's you who starts the conversation. And you were willing to do so, until a voice rises from the receiver.

"Hi."

As usual, it's a man. You smile against the phone. What a soft, deep voice you hear.

"Hey baby… How you doing?"

"Not really good."

"Oh… Would you like speak about it?"

Other usual part of your job: the therapist side. You are used to listening to your customers complaining about their life, what's going on, what weighs on them. And it's a side of this job you truly like. Get to know someone. Their past, their present. What they went through. Their dreams, their fears. You can imagine every details just by closing your eyes. And in all these stories, all you have to do is listen and comfort them in a very special way.

"My wife left me."

"Baby. I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. I was never there for her."

"How do you feel?"

"In a shitty way."

"Need me to reassure you a little…?"

"Yeah. That's why I phoned you. They say… You're a good listener."

"And I will. Do you mind telling me your name?"

"Call me Jay."

"Jay… What a sweet name."

"I'll pay for one hour. Maybe more."

"Alright, Jay. I'm all yours. What do you need tonight?"

"Someone who can… help me to make the pain go."

"You feel really, really sad about what happened, don't you…"

"Yeah."

You listen closely, and then hear like a sob. Of course, it must be awfully difficult.

"You were together since a long time?"

"Almost five years. I've been… dumb. Y'know. Too much taken by my career. Money, fame, all that stuff. But now… It just doesn't have sense anymore. I realized it too late."

Sadness is blending to his voice.

"Baby… Everything will be okay. Don't blame yourself. You did your best." You whisper on a reassuring tone.

"I even wonder if she cheated on me. No. I know she did."

"Don't think about it. Think about yourself and your well-being. I'm here for you baby. Just ask me something that could bring you joy. Anything I can do."

"It's been a couple of weeks I didn't cum, you know. I can't anymore. That makes me sad when I try with someone else, and I don't like to do it alone. Watching porn doesn't do anything to me. I even feel disgusted."

"Okay, sweetheart. Do you want me to talk, to help you cum?"

"… Yeah. I want."

"Are you sitting comfortably?"

"I'm on the ground of my kitchen."

Oh. That's unusual.

"Everything's okay, baby?…" You want to be sure.

"Yeah. I was… cooking when I started to feel bad. Really bad. My wife used to prepare diner before I got home. It reminded me her, while she was cooking. That's stupid, I know."

"Not, it's not. Jay, don't think your feeling are stupids. They are important, and so you are."

"Maybe."

"Would you like to stay here?"

"Yeah. Don't want to go upstairs. It's okay. The tiles are warm now."

And then, you hear a soft laugh. Really, really soft. Almost inaudible. But that makes you smile.

"Fine, Jay. Let's start. Remember, this is your moment. You can ask me whatever you want or need."

"Okay."

"Relax yourself, baby… I'm here. I'm with you. Imagine me, standing by your side. You're not alone. I can hug you if you want. Do you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm here, my arms around your waist… You can put your head on my shoulder, close your eyes…" At this moment, your voice was akin to that of a mother soothing her child. A gentle, nurturing voice, one in which everyone would like to take refuge. This is the way you do. Comforting your visitor the time they come to you. "There… How do you feel, baby?"

A long silence responds. But you're not worried. Some people need this time. Time that life didn't grant them. And you were right. A few seconds later, his voice arises.

"I… feel good…"

"Can you feel my hand on your hips, right now? Can you… feel… my warmth enveloping you?"

"Hmm…"

You listen, carefully. Each sound is an important hint of your customer's mood.

"Jay… I'm sure… you have… a wonderful body… Don't you? Because I can sense it just by touching you."

"Touch me more."

"Where do you want me to touch, baby?"

"Go under my shirt."

"Alright. I'm here, right now… Do you feel it? My hand on your body… It's warm, Jay…"

"Yeah… Warm."

"Can I go on your thighs? I promise, I'm not heavy… And… this will be… more pleasant."

"Go on."

"Aah… It's been… a while since… I went over a man like you…"

"Hmm…"

You hear him moaning, proof that he begins to feel really relaxed. Perfect.

"You know… Since I am all yours… Would you like to… try something with me?"

"Yeah."

"Can we put off this belt? Let me do it for you… There…"

His breath is heavier. You don't have intention to stop.

"Hey, Jay… Don't you feel… too tight…?"

"I… I'm… I try to… caressing… myself…"

"That's good… Do it at your pace, baby, okay?… What are you thinking about…?"

"You. Your pelvis… against mine…"

"Hmm… This is exactly… what I do… Can you feel me… rubbing gently on you…?"

"Yeah. I… fucking feel it."

Your smile is wider. Maybe you've started to caress yourself, too.

"Jay… Is that a big, generous and warm cock I can feel beneath these pants…?"

"Fuck…"

"Yeah, that is. Oh my god… It's harder and harder… Hmm…"

"Touch it."

"It's been a while you didn't use your pretty cock, Jay… But don't worry because… Tonight… This will change. And I can assure you… That you're well-endowed. To be honest, I've rarely seen a beautiful cock like yours during a while."

"Shit, this is… Aaah… Take it in your hand."

"And I'm doing, baby. There… Just under your underwear… There it is… Hello, beautiful one…"

You can imagine the size wobbling in your little hand.

"Look, I can't even take it in one hand… And you're not this hard yet… Jesus…"

"P-put your goddamn…"

"Hmm ? My…"

"You're goddamn lips."

"Baby… You want me to suck your big dick?"

"Fucking do it."

"There I am… My lips all over your tip… Like this… Hmm… Your… delicious… huge… cock…"

He's moaning louder each second. This is astonishing how his voice can be this deep. You've never heard this kind of tone before, this is arousing you in your chair. Thighs closed, you're trembling like a leaf.

"Jay… I'm gonna… swallow it… entirely… Is that okay for you, baby?…"

"Don't ask: go for it. Eat it. Make it disappear inside your little mouth."

"I'm coming, baby. Let yourself go, I'm going to devour your lovely cock. My tongue wrapped around your pretty veins… Do you see me? Going up and down… Tongue lapping your dick, like a thirsty bitch… Hmm… God, you have such a wondrous taste…"

There you are. Your slow, erotic tone who made fall so many men before. It's not difficult to imagine your client masturbating himself like a damn one. You almost can hear him doing so. His wonderful cock you are sucking until the last drop.

"Fuck… Fuuuuu…. I… Aaaaah… This is… so… fucking good… Haaan…"

"Yeah baby? Do you want me to go faster? Let me do…"

"I… I gonna…"

"Your little whore is going to swallow everything until your balls are totally empty, you know that, Jay…?"

"H-… Oh my…! Hmmm… AAAAH !"

And there are the fireworks. Your man's voice explodes with magnificence. You let him enjoy this moment. His moment. A slight smile on your lips covered by his generous cum. You clean up the little mess by one movement of your tongue.

"Is this good, baby…?"

"Hell… Yeah… I… 've just… stained myself."

"You must be lovely. I'd love to see you, right now…"

"Fucking Christ. I had so much in my balls."

"Do you feel better, now?"

"Fuck yes. Much better."

"Can I lick your cum?"

"Come here, honey."

Oh yeah. You were going to find him soon as expected.

#jaehyun smut #nct smut #jaehyun x reader #nct 127 #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #smut #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fic

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Excellent.

Jaehyun nfsw 💌

NCT Jaehyun NSFW A-Z

*based on his venus, mars, and eros

A - AFTERCARE (what they’re like after sex)

Isn't great at aftercare at all tbh. Might engage in some pillow talk or bring you things if you ask, does the bare minimum

B - BODY PART (their favorite body part on themselves and their partner)

Likes his whole body in general, on his partner he likes well-toned legs and butt

C - CUM (do they like it; where)

Prefers pulling out and doesn't like to cum inside his partner. He's willing to release all over their body and likes it messy.

D - DIRTY SECRET (a dirty secret of theirs)

Voyeur/exhibitionism, he likes to fantasize about someone watching you two or watching while someone else fucks you. Threesomes would be a big thing for him.

E - EXPERIENCE (do they know what they’re doing)

Definitely knows what he is doing and probably has the most experience in nct, he's very experimental so he'd have experience in a lot of different kinks too

F - FAVORITE POSITION (their favorite position)

Doesn't really care, but he does like them peaches so any position where he can see his partner's back side

G - GOOFY (how serious are they at the moment; are they humorous)

On the more focused and serious side, he might give a low chuckle or make a snide comment if his partner looks absolutely spent and out of it

H - HAIR (how well groomed they are and what they like on their partner)

He prefers to keep himself well-trimmed, doesn't really care about his partner's

I - INTIMACY (how intimate/romantic they are)

He isn't that romantic and doesn't need to have feelings to sleep with someone, his whole chart screams casual

J - JACKING OFF (masturbation)

doesn't do it that often, he prefers to find someone to help him out when he's horny

K - KINK (what kinks they have)

Sexting, threesomes, quickies, anonymous sex, spanking, obedient subs that give praise to fuel his ego

L - LOCATION (where their favorite place to do it is)

Anywhere, as long as it's not in public

M - MOTIVATION (what turns them on; gets them going)

Verbally teasing him, texting him all the naughty things you want him to do to you, also likes it when someone plays hard to get at first

N - NO (their turn offs; somethings they wouldn’t do)

Public sex and nudes. He's very conscious about his reputation and public image and wouldn't want to risk anything getting out to the media

O - ORAL (preference in giving or receiving; skill)

Prefers it on himself and wouldn't say no to you going down on him. As for giving, he doesn't enjoy it that much and usually only does it if he's punishing you with overstimulation

P - PACE (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Steady and a little more on the rough side

Q - QUICKIE (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Loves them and would do it whenever he has the chance

R - RISK (are they game to experiment; do they take risks)

Very experimental and gets bored easily so he'd be willing to do anything that comes to mind, as stated above he wouldn't want to do anything in public

S - STAMINA (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Usually good with just one round, might go for 2 if he has enough energy and is still in the mood

T - TOYS (do they own/use toys; on a partner or themselves)

Doesn't like them on himself or his partner, he prefers being able to feel his partner

U - UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

Isn't much of a tease, and very much prefers to just get down to business with very little foreplay. He can also be a bit selfish and not care if you cum or not

V - VOLUME (how vocal they are; what sounds they make)

On the quieter side, might let out some grunts or curses occasionally

W - WILD CARD (random headcanon)

X - X-RAY (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

More girthy than long, average size

Y - YEARNING (how high is their sex drive)

Higher than average, would like doing it around 4 times a week

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't go to sleep right away, usually gets up to do other things

#jaehyun smut

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MIDNIGHT VISITOR — afab!reader x idol!jaehyun.

pairing: afab!reader x idol!jaehyun. genre: smut. summary: as jaehyun's biggest fan, it's your mission to show him how much love he deserves. warnings: stalking, hotel room intrusion, somnophilia, sub!jaehyun, dubcon, restrained with handcuffs, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex, breast and nipple play, breeding kink, mommy kink, sex scene recorded without consent, threatening of leaking sextape. words: 1.7k

Finding his hotel wasn't difficult, especially for someone like you who is always in the know. You've had your plan set for a long time. In fact, you're arguably his biggest fan, since you've been present at all his events, even the after-parties and, above all, the meetings. You know he'll recognize you, remember your perfect face, your generous curves, even your voice. The way you pronounce his name was enough to send shivers down his spine when you first met. He responded with an almost nervous smile, which you didn't fail to capture on film, pocket camera hidden under your blouse. A pair of breasts has never been so handy for concealing fraud.

It's late at night. You leave your well-paid suite, crossing the corridor to the room you know is locked, but which won't let your lock-picking expertise fail you. Naturally, the entrance opens, and you infiltrate with the utmost silence.

The living room is huge. You cross over, easily finding the bedroom. You slip inside, closing the door behind you. Not a sound. Someone is sleeping under the velvet sheets. You approach stealthily, placing your bag at the foot of the bed. You take out the things you need to tie those pretty wrists to the bars of the bed, handcuffs lifting the arms of the handsome man still asleep. Seeing in the dark isn't easy, so you use a flashlight. And since you never do anything by chance, you've already taken out the camera and placed it on the bedside table, recording activated. The fatal piece of evidence that will allow you to act with impunity.

Without hesitation, you lift the blanket. Slide your hand over until you find… Oh, what luck: nothing. Your man's asleep in his boxers. You smile, this will make your exploration much easier. A vicious hand pulls down the underwear, revealing a lovely sleeping cock. The sight melts your heart, and you grasp this adorable dick to start a gentle back-and-forth that doesn't fail to make the idol move. You watch his expression torn between sleep and agitation, your hand constantly tormenting his dick as it slowly begins to expand under your skillful gestures. Then you bend over, stick out your tongue to lovingly lick his tip, then all his length. Your hand continues its work, taking care of the warm bags hanging from its cock. You hear a grunt; your eyes look up but note with joy that Jaehyun hasn't woken up yet. "It's your turn soon, handsome…" you whisper. And then you continue, this time swallowing his whole cock, your neck rising and falling with each movement. Jaehyun's dick tastes so good… You lick every vein, every contour that fills your mouth. Until the whole edifice is erected towards the ceiling, ready to receive your perfect pussy.

You pull back, amused to see your man's cock wobbling in the air, a small white pearl at its tip. You take off your top, revealing your beautiful breasts. Then you throw off your skirt, not even bothering to wear panties since you won't be needing them tonight. Shoes left on the floor, you climb onto the bed, straddling the handsome man. See? His beautiful cock rises just for you. With your pussy wide open above his cock, you slowly lower yourself down to bring your cunt into contact with his warm glans. You grunt, feeling his thickness gradually filling you. "Hmm… God…" You caress a breast, before moving lower and lower. His cock hugs your flesh. Soon, your pussy is fully formed to the shape of his wonderful cock. You're delighted, smiling, your pelvis crashing harder and harder against his.

And when his full length has disappeared inside you, you savor it, letting out a vicious slutty moan. The camera records everything. And there you are, starting a back-and-forth motion, taking the cock buried in your pussy. "Haaaaaan….!" It tastes delicious. You've been dreaming of this for ages. Every encounter, every flirtation, every smile; it was a step that brought you closer to today. In your solitary waltz, your handsome man finally wakes up, stunned to discover such a beautiful woman riding his cock.

"F-… FUCK…!" he squeaks.

He knows that what's happening shouldn't be happening. And when a flash of reason seems to cross his gaze, you anticipate, eye turning to the camera on the table.

"It's all on camera, baby… So if I were you… I'd keep it to myself." You warn, putting a finger on his adorable lips.

Your grin grows as you can see his fear turn to unquenchable desire under your presence. He tries to move his arms; no luck, his wrists have been carefully tied to the bed. In your ardor, your hands reach down to caress his torso. Titillating his pretty pink nipples. A shameful moan escapes him. You already knew he was sensitive to nipple stimulation, and you won't miss an opportunity to devour them between your luscious lips.

"Enjoy, my darling. This is your moment…"

"Haaan… You…"

The cutie struggles to speak… But you know that despite the dim light, despite the intensity he feels from his cock to his belly, he recognizes you. A tear springs to the corner of his eye.

"It's you…" He moans.

"Yeah baby… Stay calm… I'm gonna make you feel good… You've had a hard day, I know. And tomorrow will be even harder… Let me relax you a little…"

Instinctively, his pelvis joins your dance. He fucks you, his gaze captivated by the sight of your breasts bouncing under your impulses. His delicious cock is on fire, you feel it… And the slutty growls escaping from his pretty mouth have you screaming louder in this luxury bedroom.

"Faster… go faster…!" He beg.

And you don't hesitate to accelerate the pace. Grasping his well-swollen cock to make it scrape your pussy. His glans taps all the way down, flirts with your little maternal pouch ready to welcome his children.

"Jae… jae… Haaan… I'm gonna…"

You're jumping up and down on his cock with more ferocity, and you feel that he's putting in effort too, judging by the jerks that possess his hip movements. God, he's beautiful when he fucks… His cheeks all red, his lips open with desire, his eyes trapped by the intoxication of pleasure… And his deep, incredibly sensual voice growling after your name. Because even that, he remembers. And you knew he found you beautiful. That you were the woman who met his standards of beauty. Your goddess-like body made an impression on him, and he didn't fail to let you know it on those occasions when, during private meetings, he'd slip a suggestive hand up your thigh. The way he devoured you with his eyes. It was impossible to go through with the act with the security around, but tonight things are quite different, since no one is there to risk interrupting you in the midst of union.

"Jae… Give me… your babies…" you gasp, boiling, pussy flooding around his cock. "I'm gonna… steal… all your cum… And you're going to give me… your children…" Since they're there, inside those pretty balls slamming against your pussy as you leap, his cock trapped inside your cunt.

"I… Haaan… Take… Take it… Take it all… I… AAaah… you're so… So good…! So fucking perf… Hmm…"

The eroticism of the scene finally gets the better of you. You can feel it, he's going to crack before you do. And you encourage him, tormenting his reddened nipples under your caresses.

"Come on baby… Come… Come hard… Give me your cock… Your cum… I'll… do a good job for our babies…"

As if your bodies understood your intentions, your pussy's grip closes on his cock, and you moan, as you feel your man explode, emptying his balls into your cozy little nest. His back arches, his wrists jerk against the bars of the bed, and then he moans. A moan so sexual that you come in turn, your pussy overflowing. He shoots his semen into you in thick, hot spurts. You put your hand on your swollen belly, meeting the suggestive shape of his cock trapped so far. Here it's feeding you, fertilizing your round belly where your children will grow.

"Darling… You're so good… So… hard…"

Because his cock is. A beautiful cock that is working hard to satisfy your demanding pussy. You smile. Tits swollen, too. As if it was ready to feed your children. And because you recognize desire in your man's gaze, you lean in, kissing him first, before his plumped lips close around your nipple, sucking like the hungry baby he is. The weight of your breast crashes against his chin. You smile, caressing his beautiful hair.

"Mommy's here, baby. You're perfect." you congratulate him, before extracting yourself. A cascade of cum and wetness falls from your thighs, crashing into the sheets. Instinctively, you close your thighs again, keeping his precious sperm warm in your pussy, before hastily dressing, knowing that security regularly inspects outside the room. And you escape, grabbing your camera on the way out. Everything is recorded on your memory card, and you smile victoriously. Your mission is accomplished, as you return to your room with impunity, Jaehyun's baby in your belly. The fruit of your lovemaking immortalized.

There's a knock on the idol's door. Jaehyun is late, what's he doing? The makeup artist is waiting for him for his next photoshoot. Eventually, they force the door open, searching for the singer in the living room, the bathroom, and then, the bedroom. Astonished, their gazes are surprised to discover the idol still in bed, asleep and naked, wrists bound by handcuffs, his sex deflated, still warm and oozing. A dreamy smile hovering on his lips.

#jaehyun smut #nct smut #jaehyun x reader #nct #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #smut #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun fic #jaehyun scenarios #nct 127

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THUNDERSTORM — amab!reader x jaehyun.

pairing: amab!reader x jaehyun. genre: romance, fluff. summary: a storm forces you to seek shelter in a café; inside, you make an encounter that changes everything. warnings: smoking, thunderstorm, soft sex, mutual masturbating. words: 5k

What crappy weather.

You didn't expect it would rain this hard. In a way, it's a good thing, because you've found a café where you can rest until the downpour passes, and where you can enjoy a nice, warm cup of coffee. One reason you're not in a hurry to get home is because you know that, as usual, your parents will be pissed off after their day's work and will still be yelling at you to do the housework. No, you really don't want to. And they can't blame you for taking shelter during a storm, can they?

There are people all around. People arriving, soaking wet. A few groups of friends who were there before you. People are chatting, moving around, commenting on the bad weather. A clap of thunder strikes, almost causing you to spill your cup. Just as you jump, your tray swings around and threatens to hit the floor, but a deft hand catches it just in time. Your eyes widen.

"Wow, amazing reflexes!" you comment, impressed.

"Better not to overload to the staff." he answers. And you understand, because the staff is very busy and don't know where to turn.

"Have you been here for long?" he asks, and this makes you realize that, in reality, you have no idea, because you haven't looked at the clock since you arrived. You glance at your cell phone and realize you've already been here a whole hour.

"Wow, an hour already."

Your tray-saver smiles, and you can't help noticing the dimples that delicately hollow out the corners of his lips. To be honest, you're almost blushing.

"Yeah, time flies here. It's nice. I come here often."

"This is my first time. Do you want to sit down?" You say, pointing to the empty seat opposite. Your interlocutor smiles wider. You understand that he must have been looking for a place to sit, but the space is crowded with all the people already there. He grabs the chair and sits down, sweatshirt sleeves rolled up. His hand runs through his hair, disciplining a few blonde strands. You don't know why, but the gesture alone is enough to make you feel a strange sensation in your stomach. You wiggle your face to pull yourself together.

"Hm. Are you here to run away from the storm?"

"That's it. I was expecting a friend, but I don't think he's coming. He's tied up with work."

"Ah shit." You raise your cup to your lips. "Would you like a drink?"

"I usually go for an americano."

"Usually?"

"Already finished mine." His grin evolves further. You notice the color of his lips, a beautiful pigmented pink. Blinking, you avert your gaze.

"So I'll buy you another, it's well worth the tray."

"Let's go!"

You manage to catch the eye of a waiter who is wandering between customers with difficulty. He comes back to you with the requested drink, steaming hot.

"You're a chef, thanks."

"My pleasure. And your name?"

"Jaehyun."

Jaehyun.

You don't have time to point out the singularity of the first name when another bolt of lightning strikes outside, startling the assembly.

"Oh fuck, that was a good one! I love thunderstorms." It's not a passion, but it's close. You have this uncanny ability to sleep soundly even when there's thunder outside. You don't know why, you find it soothing, mostly with the sound of the rain. But being in the rain isn't really your thing.

Jaehyun smiles at you. You don't know if he shares the same passion, but you feel he's interested in what you're saying. Shit, man. He's got to stop looking at you like that. That makes you feel…

"You should come around more often."

"Hm?"

"They often update their menu, so there's always something new to try. I like coming here for that too."

"Oh yeah, we can try it together!" The "we" inadvertently slipped out and you're about to tone it down, when Jaehyun's words catch you off guard.

"Definitely. I don't really have any mates who enjoy having coffee after coffee like me. This'll be nice to try."

"Do you live around here?"

"A little north of town. I come by bus. How about you?"

"A little south…" But something inside you suddenly wants to migrate further north. "There's more to do up north, you're in luck."

"That's what everyone says, but the truth is, it's not that crazy."

"Did you go to the carnival, last Sunday?"

"Oh yeah, it was great, there was a parade with animatronics! Did you see them?"

"YES! I was there, around four o'clock, I couldn't get there before but I stayed until the end of the parade!"

"Hey, maybe we ran into each other. I was with a bunch of buddies. There was a churro stand right next to the church. We got a pack for five, I swear, we busted our guts."

"I can believe that. We rushed to the hot dog stands…" It does something to you to know that Jaehyun was there too, but you didn't know he existed yet, and vice versa. Basically, the city isn't that huge, even if it is known for its tourism and its many historical structures. Jaehyun smiles at you, gradually finishing his drink. And unlike you, he's managed to finish his snack without spilling it all over the table. It's funny how this guy has something between casual and neat. You can't quite explain it. You're even wondering when Jaehyun pulls back his chair to leave the table. He pulls a packet from his pocket.

"The weather's clearing up a bit. I'm going for a smoke."

"Oh, can I come with you?" You don't know why, but you asked out of pure reflex, because the truth is, you don't smoke. And you've never even touched a cigarette in your life.

"Sure."

And you grab your coat in a hurry before joining Jaehyun at the storefront. It's a bit windy and rainy, but much less than earlier. The sight of a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance is even more captivating to watch than from inside. You bundle up in your jacket, fearing the icy breeze, while Jaehyun is out in his sweater.

"Aren't you cold???"

"Nah. I'm not really sensitive to cold."

Guided to his lips, the tip of his cigarette sparkles. The vision clouds your mind. There's something hypnotic about watching that flame dance.

"Do you smoke?"

"Uh, actually, no." You laugh nervously at the revelation. You don't want to come across as clingy, but you simply couldn't resist joining Jaehyun outside.

"Want to give it a try?" He hands you the open package, and then… You hesitate. Normally you'd say no, but now… Something inside you wants to get on the same wavelength as your Jaehyun. Maybe to… impress him?

"You don't have to."

"Yes, I am curious." You grab a cylinder, which you slip between your lips. Since you supposedly have no fire on you, it's Jaehyun's lighter that comes to prime the cancerous one. And inevitably, as the big newbie you are, you cough like a loser. And that makes the blond guy laugh. A laugh that transcends you in a way you'd never imagined. His voice was already deep and penetrating, but here… It sends a shiver up your spine.

"It's always like that the first time. After that, it gets better."

He blows the tobacco smoke skywards, and you imitate him, taking another drag. You look ridiculous because you've always been told that you don't look like a smoker anyway.

"This stuff tastes really weird."

"This is what tobacco tastes." he simply says, tapping his cigarette above the void. Ash flies out.

"The sky's starting to clear… My parents will yell at me if I'm home too late."

"Do you live with them?"

"I wish I lived somewhere else."

"Enjoy. Family is precious."

You get the impression that there's some heaviness in his words. That he's not just saying that.

"And where do you live?"

"I live in a flat share. I left the nest to study."

Why does that sound like the beginning of a tragic story? It couldn't be more classic. It's a weird impression you get. Well, the cigarette won't last long with you. You resolve to crush the rest in the ashtray by the entrance. You've lost the battle, but not the war.

As for Jaehyun, he seems to be savoring the moment. And his silhouette stands out perfectly against the stormy panorama. You contemplate, silent. Before the sound of a notification catches your attention. You reach into your coat pocket for your phone. Discover that, obviously, your mother is summoning you home as soon as possible now that the squall has subsided.

"I'm going to have to get back."

"Oh yeah? Take care of yourself, then."

"We… We'll see each other again?"

"I come here a lot, I told you."

That should reassure you, but you're not at ease. You want… more. You want more.

"Can I have your number?"

You can tell he's surprised by the request. He brings his cigarette to his lips, before stepping closer. Pulls his phone out of his jeans.

"Yeah. Open your phonebook."

"Done."

You carefully record his number and add his first name. With such proximity, you realize that Jaehyun is much taller than you. His cologne travels to you. It smells good. It's virile, a little woody, a little full-bodied… And you certainly didn't expect him to ruffle your hair with an almost brotherly sweep of his hand, before winking at you.

"Get home safe."

"… Yes."

Your heart is pounding. You go back inside to pay quickly, but it's mostly to hide the scarlet tint your cheeks have taken on under the unexpected contact. On your way out, you wave to Jaehyun, before hurrying home in a fine drizzle, but a drizzle that still exists. One thing's for sure, your meeting with Jaehyun will give you the kind of evening you haven't had in a while.

"Hi Jaehyun. Do you remember me? I'm the one you met at the cafe when it stormed three days ago. I hope the americano was good. I'd love to see you again sometime. See you."

Crap.

You didn't think of that detail, but… He still doesn't know your first name. When you saved it in your phone, it was easy, you just had to add "Jaehyun". But how will he know it's you? Will he even remember you? It's been three days since you met. In fact, you didn't send a message because… You don't know. You're a bit afraid of disturbing someone. You don't want to rush things either. But at the same time… It's just an acquaintance, right? So there's no need to stress. Why are you so freaked out, then? And more importantly… Doesn't that sound like a cheesy message?

You don't have time to think, your phone just vibrated. A notification. You throw yourself on your mobile, both panicked and overexcited.

"Yo! Of course I remember you. Thanks for the coffee, it was delicious. Let's do it again sometime. Are you free this weekend? There's an arcade that just opened downtown. If you want, we can go together. Jay"

Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

"Cool! With pleasure for the arcade, I love it. Shall we meet at the main square Saturday around two?"

Why do you feel nervous like you're talking to your biggest star? It's just a guy you met in a café during a storm. You send the message, and drop into bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. Damn, you're breathing like you've run a marathon. But you smile, too happy, and you don't know if it's because Jaehyun remembers you, or if it's because… You're already looking forward to the day you're going to spend together. You don't know why he made such an impression on you, even though he didn't do anything special. Once again, your phone rings. You turn around to unlock the screen and jump into the conversation.

"Nice. By the way, you never told me your name."

You silly. How could he know? You laugh nervously before tapping the keyboard and sending. No more little stranger in the café. Now, you each have someone to call by his first name.

Saturday arrives, and you don't know how to express how nervous you are. You even spent three hours thinking about your outfit, before settling on the simplest. Sweatshirt, cargo pants and sneakers, your safe bet. Furthermore, you're in luck because, unlike last time, there's no storm on the horizon.

You've been waiting by the fountain for a few minutes, your nose bent over your phone, watching for any messages. Nothing. So you kill time on Instagram, until you hear your name called in the distance. Then you straighten your neck, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. And you smile broadly when you see a familiar blond hair advancing towards you.

"Jay!" The use of the nickname is almost instinctive.

"Yooooo! You didn't wait too long? Sorry, I was stopped by a little granny who wanted me to help her cross. We're in luck, there's great sunshine today."

Yes. Too bad you'll be spending the day cooped up in an arcade, then.

"No, I'm fine, I haven't been here for even five minutes. How are you?"

"Great. Good to see you again."

The statement makes you blush.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I was wondering what had become of you. I didn't have your number. My favorite little smoker."

"Don't laugh, I just wanted to try!"

"I'm not laughing, it was cute."

What do you mean, you can blush even harder…?

"If you say so…"

"Well, shall we go? The arcade is in the alley right next door."

You already thought he was very relaxed at the café, but now you even feel like you're seeing an extrovert. He's on the move. You wouldn't be surprised if he had all kinds of friends, and it even makes you wonder why he chooses to spend the day just with you. A guy dropping his tray isn't that striking, is it?

"Wow."

The building is plunged into darkness, and in the midst of everyone who's already there, you swear you're in some kind of cyberpunk metropolis with all those lights and neon and virtual terminals.

"This is awesome!!!" You approach the game machine, excited as a kid. Jaehyun arrives, amused to see you so enthusiastic.

"Yeah. They opened a month ago. Basically, everything's brand new. Want to try a game?"

"Over there!" You point to a machine with patterns that draw you in. It's a fighting game that looks like it's only playable solo, but nothing to worry about when Jaehyun simply stands behind your back and accompanies you through the game.

"Come on, take this!!" Your hands go wild over the joystick and buttons. Actually, you're pressing totally randomly, as it's always the case with fighting games. You hear Jaehyun laughing behind you, and it makes you straighten your eyes.

"What?"

"It'll be better if you do it like this. Look."

He places his hands around yours, and it's amazing how small they look, wrapped under Jaehyun's. Is it you it's really hot all of a sudden?

"You see? It's simpler. You make this combination and you're sure to win."

"Oh yeah…"

Yeah? You're barely listening, too busy watching that jaw angle he's offering you in that ambiguous posture. You feel his chest against your back. His scent enveloping you, driving you mad. You even feel him close to your ear, watching the screen with you. Your heart's beating a thousand miles an hour.

Fucking hell, calm down.

"And then… BOOM!" he manipulates your controller, still guiding your hand. On the screen, enemies fall one by one. But you can't really see it, because everything inside you is shaking, hot and hypnotized by the manly arms around you. By that voice that advises you, congratulates you when you win, and laughs when you lose. Your feverish fingers almost slip off the joysticks.

The end-of-game screen appears. Once again, Jaehyun's hand passes through your hair, setting you on fire.

"Want to try another game?"

"… Yeah."

"Look, that looks pretty good."

You play one game after another all afternoon, and you're not sure if it's the enclosed space that's making you so hot, or if it's something else. And you're afraid of that something else. Afraid you're starting to feel something you shouldn't. You dismiss these thoughts with a shake of your head, then go to get something to eat and drink.

The evening passes by itself, you don't see the time go by. It's when you glance at the time on your phone that you are saddened to see that the arcade is already closing soon. You make your way back to the exit as you finish your soda.

The sky begins to take on darker colors, a sign that night is approaching.

"The time passed so quickly, it's crazy." you say, before tossing your cup into the trash.

"We had a lot of fun, didn't we? It was great. They've got really good games, I've missed that."

"Thanks for bringing me here."

"You're welcome, it was well worth the americano. Are you going home now?"

"Yes. My mother wants me to help her tidy up. I'm lazy…"

Jaehyun laughed softly. "I can just imagine you, in the middle of boxes and dust. Tidying everything up."

"Don't laugh, my mother hates mess. She yells if we don't clean up the kitchen after we come over."

"I wish my roommates were that disciplined. The flat is a mess."

The flat. You'd like to see what it looks like, the kind of place he lives in. What his life is like, quite simply.

"I'll come and help you tidy up, if you want. I'm used to do it now."

"Hahaha, why not? Maybe it'll teach my roommates the rules of etiquette."

Instantly, you blush, because you weren't expecting some kind of positive response.

"Anyway, it was cool. I'm glad you came with me." His voice sounds a little deeper, suddenly.

"Didn't you have anyone to go with?"

"My buddies aren't too interested in geek culture. Old games and stuff aren't their thing."

"Oh."

"So I'm glad that we can do it together."

Together. It's your turn to smile, delighted. You don't know how to say it, but you're happy to have been able to share this moment with him. In the end, all this doesn't help you know how to say goodbye to Jaehyun. Should you give him a kiss on the cheek? Give him a manly pat on the back and say bye? Just walk away? Luckily, it's him who comes to solve the problem for you.

Against all expectations, he slips his arm around your neck before starting to walk up the street. "I'll walk you to the bus." You say nothing, simply nodding. At the bus stop, you wait a few minutes before the long vehicle arrives. You climb in, crossing the rows of seats to a seat at the back, waving to Jaehyun. You don't know if it's the rain starting to fall, but through the window you feel as if you've seen him wink at you.

When you get home, you walk up to your bedroom, throwing your bag at the foot of your bed. You fall into it, exhausted and happy. Downstairs, you hear your mother calling you, and never in your life have you answered her in such a joyful tone.

It's twenty-two o'clock. You're exhausted. The day has finished you off. You're lying in bed with the lights off, only your computer's lighting up your room. And you're still working on a school project when you get a message.

"Hi, my favorite gamer! I hope you had a good day. I know it's been tough today, but if you need to talk, I'm here."

Only Jay can get you to smile after such a long and hard day. You answer.

"Feel like playing a little game before bed."

You smile, because you know Jay's always up for it. And that's your little reward: a good half-hour's game before bed. It's been like this for over two weeks now. Every night, a game. And during the day, you continue to exchange messages. It's a way of getting through the day and holding on, before enjoying the evening. Just like now.

Headphones on, you check the results of the day's games.

"We climbed up the ranking!"

"Did we?"

Jay's voice rings out from the other end of the microphone. You hear him, and get the impression that he's a little tired, too. His voice is deeper than usual.

"Yeah! We're getting better every day, diamond rank is ours in no time!" You might be reaching a bit too far, but you like to dream.

"That would be cool. Imagine, we become pro players."

"Would you embark on a career as an e-sport player?"

"Why not? If I could, I'd do that. I've got nothing to lose."

"What about your studies?"

"Almost finished. After that: freedom."

"That's right. You're lucky."

"It'll be your turn soon, don't worry."

You lie back more comfortably in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You cherish these moments with Jay. He's understanding, always present and open-minded.

"Hey, Jay."

"Hm?"

"Why… Do you spend so much time with me?"

And now you don't know if he heard you or if the microphone's cut off, because quite some time passes before you realize the silence that fills the room. You straighten your neck, not sure if your connection is good.

But then a voice calls out.

"Because I like being with you. You make me laugh, we have fun, time always passes faster when you're around." You can feel the temperature gradually rising. "And because, with you, I can really be myself. Share my passions. I told you, I don't really have any buddies who like games."

"So it's just for that?"

"No, I…" It's rare that you hear him hesitate like that. So you strain your ear further. "… I think you're cute."

Your myocardium misses a step.

"C… Cute?"

"Yeah. You… In the café where we met. I thought you looked cute."

"Wait, you'd already seen me?"

"I saw you as soon as you walked into the café. You looked a little lost in thought. Quiet in the middle of all those people. I thought it was… I don't know. Endearing." You say nothing. But not because you haven't heard. "You know, I knew you didn't smoke, I mean, it was obvious. But when you tried it anyway, it did something to me. I thought you were attractive." Silent, your hand wanders to your belly. "There's something about you that doesn't leave me indifferent." You reach under your sweater. Caress a flat surface. Warm.

"Me too…"

"Huh?"

His surprise is audible. And… Luckily, he can't see how red you are. How everything in you vibrates. Only calls him.

"Every night, I… I wait until you're home so we can talk. Tell each other about our day." Even here, near your ribs, it's hot. "Playing together. Going out in town. At the arcade, the first time… I… When you stood behind me… I felt… good…"

Your fingers wander, brushing against your inflamed skin. Your breathing quickens, too.

"I was wondering what was so special about me that you'd give me so much time. You're a popular guy with lots of friends, you're cool, you attract everyone around you… Me, I'm all alone, I don't hang out with anyone. I'm nothing special."

Now your hand is sliding down. Hovering around your covered underbelly.

In fact, saying all this out loud almost makes you sad.

"I think you're wrong." Jay's voice resonates. It soothes something inside you, as it always does. You close your eyes, letting his voice seep into each of your thoughts. Every pore of your skin that you touch, discovering for the first time. "Can't you see that you're different from the others, and in the best way possible? You're funny, a bit shy, but most importantly, you're curious about everything, you want to try new things. I always want to protect you." There's something warm that catches your attention below your belly. "I've never felt this way about anyone." Passing your hand isn't very difficult. You flirt with the edge of a fabric. "At the arcade, when I was behind you, I wanted to…" You inhale. Exhale. Because in reality, you guess exactly what he's going to say.

"You wanted to kiss me."

It's his turn to stop. A silence passes. But it's not an awkward silence. It's the silence of two people realizing they feel the same way. So you continue.

"Me too. I wanted to. I could smell you… And your voice… You don't realize, your voice, the effect it has on me…" Maybe he could realize, if he saw you make your hand tremble over an area that grows bigger and bigger as your caresses venture. "Jay."

"Are you… touching yourself?"

A smile springs to your lips. Your eyes slowly open. A whisper escapes.

"Yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes. Very much."

"I want to see you."

"Do you want me to… turn on my camera?"

"Please."

Your free arm reaches out. You palpate a little blindly, seek to activate the button so the webcam reveals you, sprawled in the middle of your sheets, one hand buried between your thighs.

"Fuck…"

"Jay…"

"You…"

You blush undeniably, both ashamed and… happy. Happy, despite the important shape you can't hide, and which now becomes bigger and bigger in the palm of your hand.

"I want to see you too."

"Don't be afraid, please."

But what would you be afraid of? So you wait. You wait, and your eyes widen as a window opens on the screen, revealing the blond sitting in his chair, his wrist disappearing behind the elastic of his boxer shorts.

"Jay, you…"

"Sorry… It's been… since we finished our game."

So that's what the deeper voice was about. You smile. Almost laugh. Without stopping your movements.

"You're beautiful…" you whisper. Because Jaehyun is even more beautiful when you saw him like that, slumped in his seat, pants open. You only dared to imagine him in this posture in your wildest dreams. And the sight before you makes you even harder as your hand works to enhance your arousal.

"I'm… going to cum."

"Let's do it together, Jay…"

And you pick up the pace. Listen to the blond's moans, which he'd probably been holding back for a long time. God, that's good. His voice, when he grunts… When he… can't stand the feel of his hand on his crotch. Seeing him squirm under his own pleasure, watching you touch yourself. It feels good. It's so good it doesn't take you long to come. He joins you in your bliss, shouting your name. Your name and nobody else's. In your orgasm, you stain a piece of your sheets, your pelvis convulsing. Your breathing is erratic. You're hot, you're burning, everything inside you starts to tremble. Wanting the presence of the one man who manages to put you in such a state.

"Jaehyun… I… want you…"

"Fuck…"

You might have dirtied your covers, but he couldn't help but spill over the screen of his webcam. And it's driving you crazy. So much so that your sex continues to wobble in your hand, several jets still spurting out. Fucking good.

"T-tomorrow night… Meet at the usual spot…" His deep voice mixed with orgasm is pure delight for your ears. "I want to see you. I want to… touch you. To kiss you. Tell me you'll be there… "

Your hand withdraws, releasing your slowly deflating penis. Offered to the blond's view, you watch him contemplate the view, and you smile, barely embarrassed by your posture between relaxed and obscene.

"I'll be there, Jay… I promise."

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CROSSING THE LINE — afab!reader x mingyu.

pairing: afab!reader x mingyu. genre: smut. summary: you've cheated on your boyfriend and you're going to pay the consequences. warnings: cheating, punishment by sex (consensual), unprotected sex, pet names, degradation, rough sex, domination, big dick!mingyu, breast and nipple play, chocking, biting, breeding kink. words: 1.7k

You've been a bad girl and you know it. How are you going to face your boyfriend now that he's found out you've been cheating on him? And it was your booty call who taunted him by telling him everything. All the juicy details that go with it. Oh yeah, it made him mad, Mingyu. Mad with rage, and maybe mad about something else. You're sitting at the kitchen table, tapping away on your phone like crazy, trying to calm your man's ardor, but you know he'll be home any minute. You're scared because you know that an angry Mingyu is unforgiving. You jump as you hear the front door slam. Crap. "Mingyu...?" You go, not sure if it's still a human who's crossed the threshold. And you're right, because the way he glares at you tells you that words won't help you today. Pity. "Yo baby. Hope you had a good time?" "It's... it's not what you think." "It's perfectly what I think." He swings a bag of groceries across the table, it makes a thunderous noise that makes you jump back in your chair. You've really pissed him off. You bad girl... "I'll explain everything..." "There's no need. I've already been told everything. Was it fun, being fucked on the printer? You liked it? God, you even screamed his name." "Honey... I didn't... I didn't mean to..." The truth is, you wanted to. You wanted it so badly, you couldn't resist. You wouldn't even have been able to resist a cock that big, because that's what you are: a bitch who doesn't assume she likes cock. "Are you that desperate for cock?" "Gyu..." He steps forward dangerously, crossing the meager distance that still separated you from him. His grip collides with your throat, rocking your body backwards. The table smashes into your back. You don't have the time to fight back, or even the strength. Everyone knows that your guy's not only got power in his pelvis, but above all in his arms. It's not for nothing that this godlike body was sculpted at the gym. He leans in. Glides up to your ear. "I'm going to have to remind you who owns you." "G-Gyu... I... My love..." "Spread your thighs." He clearly imposes himself, forcing your little legs open to let him settle in their center. His pelvis crashes into your crotch and the weight falling against your Venus mound causes you to let out a squeak. Fuck. You're so going to get fucked. "Gyu, I... I'm not going to know how to take you..."

You're not used to his big cock after the one you took on the printer. The guy was well-endowed, but never as well-endowed as your guy. Fucking angry dick. He rubs against you like an animal in heat. You feel the muscles in his chest pushing up to your tits. As he always commands, you're not wearing a bra. It's your nipples that graze directly against the fabric. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby. You won't be able to walk, you won't be able to go back to that asshole." So this is the punishment that awaits you. "Gyu please... Don't... don't hurt me too much..." But you're used to his excess. It always leaves its mark. The one you desire as much as you fear is finally released, belt off and boxers down. His huge dick emerges, already large and well veined. It wobbles in the open air, before colliding with your belly. A white pearl fails on it, and it's not long before he's peeling your pants down to your knees, then ripping off those lace lingerie that no longer protect anything. His ragged breathing echoes in the hollow of your neck. He bites, licks, rubs himself like a rutting beast. Then he moves up, forcing a kiss that you don't resist, moaning at the touch of his warm, full lips.

God, you missed the taste of him. "You're such a little slut, aren't you..." "Your very own slut..." "I'm going to fill you to the brim." "Oh baby... Give me your cock... Your cum... Make... Make me a child..." The request makes him grunt as he grips, presses his huge glans against your tiny entrance. You fear the tear and arch your back as you feel him thrust into you without any gentleness. Without any protection. Your man has always been like that, loving to ride bareback, without any preparation, feeling you deep inside, and release a big load of his cum without the slightest restraint. He's marking his territory, after all. Take back what's rightfully his. And your pussy's part of it. "Hmmmm. Fuck..." he rumbles as he go deeper inside. You're so tight, it's hard for his thick centimetres to get through. God, you've always wonder if this excessive size was normal. "The cock that fucked you must have been tiny. I'm still having such a hard time getting through." He's amused by the observation. "M-Mingyu... Aaah... Your... Your dick... is so big...! Han...!" Because it is. And it's eating you from the inside out. He pushes, his veins disappear, swallowed by your already wet pussy. You're soaking wet like a slut. Higher up, his thick palms have lifted your top. Kneading your bare breasts. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, wringing moans from you like a horny bitch in need. "Honey...! You... you know how sensitive I am about nipples..." "Shut up."

He reaches down to catch them between his lips. Eating your breasts like a hungry beast. His tongue wraps around your nipples. He sucks every last drop of milk out of you. Your big baby is thirsty and he's letting you know it. But in the end, it's him who will pour his milk into you. Screwed up to the hilt, his back straightens as he rumbles his well-being. "Damn, you're so tight..." His pelvis starts a movement that makes you scream. You wrap your knees around his powerful hips, your arms knotted behind his neck. And you hold on. You hold on because his swell will eventually tip you backwards. "Gyuuu... Haaan!" His big dick pushes you back, you feel his glans tap into the bottom, throbbing against your burning flesh. You'd fucking forgotten about this incredible sensation. You'd missed your man's big cock so much. "Haaaaan! M-Mingyu... You... You make me so crazy for you!" Your flesh closes around his cock, you know you won't last long before being on cloud nine. He growls like an animal, biting the skin of your neck, grabbing your breasts as the muscles in his back dig in as he fucks you on the kitchen table. "You've been such a bad girl... I'm gonna... fucking kill him... Yeah, kill him... No one will touches you ever again..."

"I'm so sorry my love, I... I've been a naughty girl, I... I deserve to be punished." The shopping bag ends up on the floor. And you too would end up on the floor if his cock wasn't lodged deep in your hot cunt. You wet around his cock, it drips out of your little maternal nest, before dripping onto his balls. They slap hard against your pubic bone. You don't know how many liters these hot balls will pour into you, but you know in advance that you won't be able to take it all. "Did he fuck you good? Was his cock as big as mine? As good? Answer, bitch!" "No, no! It... It had nothing to do... He... He could never have been your equal, my baby... There's nothing better than your penis... Nothing at all..." "You're such a fucking bitch, don't you. Swallow my cock." He reminds you that this pussy of yours belongs to him. That only him can enter it at will. You feel yourself losing your footing. See trouble. Your breasts are being manhandled, tossed back and forth under his onslaught. You look like a cheap whore being vulgarly fucked on a piece of wood, but that's what you deserve for letting someone else climb on top of you. Bad bitch. His tip taps the bottom of your pussy. You feel it throbbing, a sign that the sauce is coming. You know your Mingyu's cock well. Every vein, the way his dick wiggles as if communicating with you. You love him. Fuck yes, you love him. "My love... Cum inside... Fill me up..." "I'm going to make your belly swell."

His grip comes up to squeeze your throat, momentarily depriving you of air as your loins deepen, welcoming a little more of his angry excess. His full balls slam against your rump and, finally, all his muscles tense. You hear him roar, digging his claws into your skin as something boiling pours into you. A flood gushes out, hot and thick, filling your feminine cocoon with a big amount of sperm. Invaded by your man's semen, you cum in turn, struck brutally by orgasm as your neck tilts back. And you scream like a slut, tits and nipples raised to the ceiling, pussy overflowing. You can't take it anymore. You've been ploughing his back like a madwoman. And he's still unloading on you. Fuck, his bags have no bottom. "Gyu..." You catch your man, whose silhouette crashes against you, onto your devoured breasts. He butchered them well. "Baby... It's so good to have you..." You whisper, as he stays lodged inside you. You feel his penis gradually deflate. Clogging the entrance to your vagina, preventing his sperm from escaping. He'll wait like this, until you're pregnant with him. As you begged. "Your beautiful cock... worked well." "I'll always be there to remind you who's the only one who can fuck you."

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