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#another one scheduled for tomorrow too
sweatermuppet · 2 years
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[Text ID: the cisgender is just as capable as the transsexual. most of the time...]
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butchfaith · 4 months
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they should invent coffee that doesnt keep you awake but that isnt decaf
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june-again · 1 year
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the funny thing about depressive episodes is they can hit you a few hours after feeling like you've got it all figured out
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linguenuvolose · 1 year
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might work 12 days in a row lmao <3 benone
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southislandwren · 2 years
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Oops the fam watched desolation of Smaug today and they waited until I got home to watch and I ended up sleeping through the entire thing :/
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orcelito · 2 years
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overwhelming exhaustion until im on the verge of despair 
manager meeting in 40 mins and i still have to do my notes
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raggedyannazon · 2 years
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I'm so genuinely tired of my birthday. When I was 4 my cousin was born premature and was born the same month, day and time as I was. My relatives focused on here from then on out.
My birthdays have never been really noticed or special, or anything I genuiely wanted. Every plan even as an adult I've attempted has never gone as planned and always fallen to pieces.
I dread my birthday. It's just another day that reminds me of everything that could have been.
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what-wait-why · 6 months
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if i were not on T I'd be on my period right now
#tmi i know but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i was considering why i had such an intense craving for chocolate#and my (abnormaly) fucked sleep schedule and the increase in feeling like my skin is too small for my flesh#oh. yeah it's around the middle of the month#i had to miss like a week and a half of T last month while waiting on my new insurance#and i missed a few days at the beginning of October bc i was sick#so now my hormones are all fucked up#anyways. I've been up all night and i don't have go into work until 2. (it's 5:19. i have a four hour shift.)#i think I'll just bite the bullet and stay up because I'm off tomorrow#and obviously i need another day to sleep in because i have the past two days#see this is why i think i dislike night shifts now#yeah I'm not a morning person (store opens at fucking EIGHT. we have to be there at 7:45)#and it's a good two hours before you can expect me to be fully functional#but at least i have something i need to wake up for#otherwise I'm easily sleeping until eleven#i need to find a new job anyways#because I'm getting increasingly annoyed with this one#and i need something that pays better#(ive already gotten a rent notice from my landlord. if we don't pay the back-due 1020 and change we'll receive a 3-day on November 3rd)#but the only fucking things actually hiring around here are either jobs I'm incredibly not qualified for (nursing/trucking) or like. cashier#wich i HAVE been applying for even though i really don't want to#because i was a cashier for four and a half years#and while I'm not fond of being a floor/dept. associate i hate being at a register#(in large part because i can move around to mediate the pain while working the floor#but at a register i just have to grit my teeth and bare it)#this has turned into a vent / life updat now. I'm going to make coffee.#if you know like. online jobs someone with only a ged can do please send them my way#crow.txt
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notthatfunny89 · 10 months
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gojonanami · 1 month
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❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! ❞
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❝ HONESTLY, I CAN'T BELIEVE I GET TO CALL YOU MINE !! ❞
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✧ pairing: professor! suguru geto x reader
✧ summary: it's your first valentine's day as a couple with suguru, but he's away for a conference in another city -- and you understand you do, but you can't help but miss him -- so what happens when he ends up surprising you?
✧ warnings: so fluffy!!, suggestive, mentions of nsfw, implications of smut, reader has graduated from her program, set after the events of the main series (including part 3), these two idiots are so in love its ridiculous, lingerie mention, wearing his glasses and button down
✧ wc: 1,206
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“I’m sorry I have to be away,” you smile at Suguru through the screen, knowing that you’d kiss his furrowed brow away if he was here, before finding his lips with yours. “This conference was last minute, I wish I didn’t have to go, but Yaga left me little choice but to go,” 
You shake your head, “We can celebrate when you come back, it’s not a big deal anyway. Just means you have more to make up for on White Day,” you tease, and he laughs, a smile on his lips for the first time the entire call, “don’t worry ok? I’m really not upset,” 
“I know, it’s just our first Valentines together and I know you had planned something for us. I really wanted it to be special,” his lips purse, arms crossed as he looks almost utterly hopeless (far too cute) and you can’t help but chuckle, “what?” 
“Never thought my hardass professor could be such a romantic,” you smirk, as his cheeks are tinted with a lovely red, “should I be giving you a poor grade for your tardiness?” 
He rolls his eyes, as his lips curl again in a smile that can’t seem to escape your presence, “Well, while I’ll definitely be making it up with some extra credit, I’d appreciate my favorite student to cut me a little slack,” 
“I recall you cutting me very little slack that first day,” 
“On the contrary, I think I was very kind, especially considering you were late to the very first class—“ 
“And what is this weekend?” You say in mock thought, “our first Valentine’s Day?” He huffs, and you smile in victory, “is this the first headache I’ve given you?” 
“Today? Yes,” and you gape at him, and it’s his turn to smirk, “I love you,” 
And your gaze grows soft, “I love you too, call me after the conference is done for today?” 
“You know I will,” and you both share your goodbyes and you’re left by yourself, as you lay back on your bed, a pout on your lips. Suguru had offered to let you stay at his place, but you know it would have only made you miss him more — being surrounded by his things, his scent, his clothes. You sighed as you buried your face in your pillow, glancing at the picture the two of you had taken in Kyoto at one of the local shrines, almost taunting you. 
He’d be back soon enough — right? 
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Sorry I haven’t been able to call again. It’s been a lot of late nights — too many networking dinners. I’ll call you tonight. 
It has been two nights now, and it was Valentine’s Day tomorrow. You had barely gotten a minute to speak to Suguru since your call with him on Friday. You sighed, sending him a picture of you in his button up you stole, along with his spare glasses he had left at your place, can we have a networking meeting? I’ll send an invite to your calendar. 
I’ll clear my schedule. You smile. 
Another message, as soon as I get back. 
You pout, you expected as much — you shouldn’t have dated such an indemand academic. The horrors of academia. 
You laid back, forearm over your forehead as you stare back at your blank ceiling. It was fine, you really understood that he was busy, but you just — turning on your side to stare at his smiling face in the framed image on your bedside table before your eyes flutter shut — missed him. 
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You stir awake to lips pressed at your neck, soft kisses that draw you from the heavy arms of sleep, as your eyes flutter open to see Suguru, at your side. 
“Sugu?” And his fingers trace your jaw, as your brow furrows in confusion, “but isn’t it—“ 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind him — an arrangement of your favorites, as you blink, brain seemingly struggling to keep up, “you okay?” 
Your fingers find his cheek, “is this a dream?” And he chuckles, as he leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, before his fingers lightly pinch your cheek. And you’re sitting up only to jump into his arms, a gasp on his lips, as he chuckles, arms curling around you, raking his fingers through your hair. The bouquet lays forgotten on the side because truly the best gift was in your arms. 
“I missed you too,” he chuckles, as you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his scent, as if he’d disappear any second. 
You lean back to look up at him, “What are you doing back early?” 
“Made a deal with Yaga that I’d go to all the networking events he wanted, if he let me leave last night,” he kisses your forehead, “surprised?” 
“I am, the best surprise,” you find his lips in another kiss, “I was fine with you being busy, but I just missed you so much. It reminded me of all the time we had to spend apart — and I just know I can’t spend another minute without you,” you bite your lip, “I was going to wait until the end of the night, but,” you bite your lip, “I know we discussed moving in before — and I think I’m ready to,” 
He blinks, before a smile breaks out on his lips, “Are you sure?” And you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, lips sliding against his, as your hands slide back to cup his cheeks. 
You part, barely a breath apart, as you press your forehead against his, “Never been more sure of anything in my life — it’s definitely owed to us now, don’t you think?” 
He snorts, his eyes shining, as he presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, “Should we start looking for a place now?” And you grin, as you climb into his lap, a tilt of your head. 
“Don’t you want your Valentine’s Day gift?” You ghost kisses along his jawline, drawing a gasp from his lips, your hands guiding his own under his shirt you had stolen, “I had worn it last night just to try it on, but now,” you undo a few buttons of his shirt, a hint of red lace peeking through the undone collar. 
His clothed cock twitches through his slacks, as his fingers pull yours away, to undo the last remaining buttons to show a red and pink lingerie set — red lace hugged the outline of body with red hearts dotting along the design, sheer blush fabric left barely anything of your breasts and cunt to the imagination — not that he needed to imagine — he had practically memorized every curve and corner of your body. 
“Well?” And his fingers pull his shirt off of your body, as he’s gotten you pinned to the bed, as you giggle, lips parted, “I also baked you some sweet treats, baby,” 
His lips curl, as he leans down to meet your lips, as his breath warms your lips and his words warm your heart, “There’s only one sweet thing I want, right now.” 
The two of you never did get around to looking for a place together — not until the next day. 
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✧ a/n: this was supposed to come out earlier, but i fell asleep because i slept badly last night and ended up reading a manhwa when i got tired of trying to sleep. wrote this fic listening to laufey's valentine :) i also didn't tag everyone since this was kind of a last minute thing - sorry guys <;3
✧ taglist: @spider-fan72, @grunge-mo0n, @ameri-blog, @kentocalls, @peachyminx, @forest-fruits-jam, @hanxyy, @flyingtranscatofeffed, @sunflowmaryam, @regrettinglifechoices, @sugurus-fave-monkey, @atomicbxtch, @shinylightsalad
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dabisqueen · 4 months
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Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader
⇢ word count: roughly 7K
⇢ plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.
⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare
⇢ personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read – I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr
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"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a person’s worth and determines their future."
They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.
You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, it’s to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades – but unlike many of your peers, you’re still a virgin. 
Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.
They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing – you are simply screwed. 
You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it short—you are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.
You sigh. 
Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.
You don’t think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.
After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"
"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wondering—"
"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.
He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.
Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.
You exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath since he started speaking.
What the hell just happened? 
***
The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.
As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy cars—far too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls. 
You weren’t sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look. 
You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows. 
There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.
You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards. 
Alright, here goes nothing.
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The set is surprisingly professional—like a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.
The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to you–with tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick – explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.
Then you see her—the actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.
"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.
A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides through—the leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.
"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.
The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours. 
Shit. 
He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants. 
Speaking of bulge. 
It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically. 
Stop it!
You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.
But—you can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, they’ll stay just that— dreams. 
Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.
As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression. 
“Not her again.” You hear him groan.
The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. “Pardon me?”
"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."
The actress jumps to her feet. “How dare you talk about me like that!”
Tenko hisses, “Didn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touya—"
“I told you not to use my real name on set,” he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.
“And I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.” The director retorts.
“Frustration caused by your actions.” Dabi deadpans.
You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set. 
“This is not a request— I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. “You're such a dick!”
“Yeah, you're right. But I’m the best dick in the industry.” He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.
You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated. 
“So, it's either me—or her.” Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. “That's my final say.”
“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.
"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. “Go carry your plastic off the stage already.”
Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.
The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. “Thank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?”
“Dabi, she's the most requested—” 
“I don't give a fuck.” he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. “She sucks.”
You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second. 
“So—what do you expect me to do now?” Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. “Production costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.”
He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, “We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—”
“We need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.” Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.” Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. “Like a student or something.”
Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.
"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you. 
You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.
"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.
"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes. 
The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"
"Yep. Her." His grin widens.
"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actress—"
"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, I—” You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. “W- What does that even have to do with this movie?"
Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.
Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"
"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.
The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"
Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually. 
Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."
"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.
"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"
"Yes, I mean—in theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.
"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."
He steps even closer. "C’mon, sweetheart, tell us."
He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "I’ve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"
It is your voice.
"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabi’s turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."
"I-I…" You stammer, swallowing dryly.
Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"
"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."
"Ok, then it's a deal.” He nods towards you. “I want her—or I'm leaving."
"You little piece of—" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."
"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Shouldn’t I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.
"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"
Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.”
"That’s none of your business."
"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."
“Yes, I mean… " a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."
“I sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"
"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.
“I-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.
"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."
"That’s too m—" You swallow hard.
Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.” 
“You what?" His words leave you stunned.
Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.”
His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach. 
“In front of all these people?!" 
“That's what porn is all about, doll.” Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.
You swallow hard.
"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting. 
You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college. 
This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.
"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.
“Congratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.” Tenko waves a hand. “We still have a movie to film here.”
Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loan—or being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.
"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.” Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. “Let's do the first take." 
"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no acting— just raw footage. The whole thing.”
“You mean a one-shot film?” Tenko looks surprised. “I suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.”
“Are you okay with that, doll?” Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.
“Do I have a choice?” you sigh.
“Not really.” He winks.
"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.”
“We weren't flir—” you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.
"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"
“Nervous.” you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.
"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. “Forget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.”
He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.
“Quiet!” Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both. 
Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.
“Sound?”
“Set.”
“Camera?”
“Set.”
“Roll sound.”
“Sound rolling.”
“Roll camera.” 
“Camera Speed.” 
“Marker.”
A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Take—uhm— whatever." 
Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence. 
You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.
“Hey baby, you alright?” You hear Dabi's voice.
“N-No, not really.” You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. “I don't know if I can do this.”
“Sweetheart, look at me.” You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally. 
You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.
It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxiety—
—but in anticipation. 
“Are you ready to give me your virginity?” His low voice rumbles close to your ear.
You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tender— deliberately slow.
You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.
You groan—how could a man taste so good?
It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back. 
As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"
The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.
The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him.
Holy shit.
He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabi’s hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.
The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.
The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and him— the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.
“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?”
You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear. 
“Look at that,” he muses. “So innocent.”
Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.
“Damn,” he cups them and squeezes them gently, “Where have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.”
He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. There’s a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way you’re reacting. You are so turned on—his touch only adds to your body’s cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. 
It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.
“You’ve got the most amazing tits,’ Dabi murmurs against your skin. “So soft and full. So natural.”
While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.
"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wet—you're dripping."
A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place. 
"You're seriously telling me,” he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, “No one's been here before?"
You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabi’s eyes are affixed– between your thighs.
“Cause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He snickers. “And I've seen a lot.” 
His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.
“I can see you twitching for me.” A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes. 
The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands. 
"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightly—making you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."
You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself before—
—but this just feels so much more intense.
“Dabi—” you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass, 
raising your hips to have more access to you. 
“Relax, baby, I'll take care of you.” A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you. 
You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you. 
“Damn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.” He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you. 
“Oh my God. Dabi!” Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both – startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.
A moan escapes your lips– loud, uncontrolled– when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung. 
He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.
As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released. 
“Dabi,” you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hear– or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.
With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.
You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes. 
Suddenly, the feeling that you’re about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst.  
Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrations—
—no.
He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.
It's too much; you feel like exploding. You’re a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabi’s strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that. 
Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through you– more intense than anything you’ve experienced by yourself– with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth. 
“Dabi, please—” you choke out.
Dabi’s mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cum’s sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. “Doll, tell me—what do you want me to do?”
You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones. 
“Please fuck me,” you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.
You want to beg him to be gentle, but you can’t seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormous—and pierced. 
You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed. 
“You look worried,” Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction. 
“Are you sure…” you nod towards his cock.
“Trust me,” he says. “I’ll make sure you feel good. It’ll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.”
Your entire body yearns for his touch, and there’s no way you're saying no now. He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance.  
"Do you want me to fuck you?’ Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit. 
“‘S not gonna fit,” you whine with a worried expression.
“Don't be scared,” Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?”
“I'm not sure,” you whisper.
“I know you can...” His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated. 
He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.
“Get ready,” he whispers.
A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like he’s trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.
“Easy,” he says softly, “I’ve got you.” 
The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you. 
"Oh my god—” You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.
There’s a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once he’s entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you. 
“You ok?” Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face. 
“Gimme a sec.” Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...
"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi says— and then does precisely that. 
Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently. 
“Shit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,” he moans in response. "I’m warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You don’t want to see me act up.”
Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel. 
He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.
“Oh—shit—” You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him. 
“I’m gonna make you cum,” Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. “You won't be able to walk for days.”
“I-I can’t—” your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.
He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss. 
It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm. 
His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.
Dabi snaps. 
With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.
Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears. 
But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice. 
"I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.
Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up. 
“You gonna cum for me again, princess?” Dabi groans, “I can feel your pussy clenching around me.”
You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still. 
“I’m gonna cum with you,” he tells you. “I’m gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so good—fuck!”
"Please—" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises. 
And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. It’s an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once. 
You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock. 
“That’s it,” Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. “Just like that.”
You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.
“Oh fuck—” You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.
No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight again—and then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below. 
Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.
You’re faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, caressing your skin. “That felt so—”
‘And—cut!’ You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.
You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions. 
“That was perfect,” you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.
Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.
You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. It’s Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado. 
“You are perfect.” Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens again— butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.
Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel it— a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.
A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.
Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until you’re backstage. 
Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it. 
“That was something…” he muses. “You’re a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?’ 
You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. “I-I don't know.”
“You should,” Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Think about it…”
He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if you’re not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.
“So, I was wondering… what are you doing later on?” Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.
“Maybe?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.
“Is this even allowed?” Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.
“Maybe?” Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.
When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, he’s been so sweet and caring after everything that happened today– you actually believe he’s a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when you’re with him, as if you have found peace. 
“Well…” you consider, “I've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?”
“You won't regret it.” Dabis laughs softly. “Even though you might not be able to move after I'm done with you—”
“Is that so…” You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. “Ok, big boy, whatever you say.”
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myriadfrogs · 1 year
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c2 english exam tomorrow. i think i’m gonna explode
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lalunanymph · 6 months
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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 — nanami kento
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feeling overwhelmed and drained by the demands of life, nanami kento finally succumbs to the pressure—seeking solace and a late-night connection through a sex hotline. however, what unfolds next is more than what he bargained for.
tw. daddy kink, voice s[e]x, voice kink, degrading language, reader is a sex worker at a hotline, nanami is a salaryman, no curses AU
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CHAPTER 1
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“Oh, fuck, yes, yes. Right there, Daddy – oh y-yes, right there.”
“You like this, you little whore?”
You whimpered, bending down a little to inspect the nail polish drying on your toes. Stifling a yawn, you murmured into the receiver, “Yes, Daddy. Love it so much. M’your little whore.”
The man’s voice was wheezy, sounding a little too old for your liking. He probably smoked ten packets of cigs a day judging from the rasp at the end of his sentences. He cursed too much as well, and though you made it a habit to try not to picture your clients, it was hard not to when you were this bored out of your mind.
He was most likely an aging, balding man in his 40s, who was bored with the sex his steadfast but oblivious wife was giving him. Maybe she knew of his auditory… deviances, and didn’t comment on it. Some of the women were like that; as long as there was no physical connection involved, they would let these slimy excuses of fathers and husbands off the hook.
“You cumming?”
You nod before forgetting that he couldn’t see and exhaled out an exaggerated moan.
“Ohh yess,” you threw in a whimper to excite him. “Fuck, Daddy, I-I’m–”
Your perfectly practiced high-pitched moans were eliciting hoarse groans from him. You could hear the tell-tale signs of his slick wrist pumping his length and you glanced at the clock.
Maybe you still had time to order takeout before the restaurants closed. Hurrying him up, you gave little breathy whispers of, “Yes, yes, right there, oh right there. Please, please, please—” you choked out a moan and heard him spew a stream of curses.
A loud exhale signalled that he had climaxed and you breathed in a sigh of relief.
The man on the other end gave a sated chuckle. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re good. I’ll tip you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” you purred, waiting for the beep on your phone that told you the transaction was complete. “Same time next week?”
His low chuckle made you wrinkle your nose. “Careful, babydoll. I think you might start to like me.”
“Of course,” you said in a sickly sweet voice. “You’re one of Angel Lips’s favourite.”
He exhaled and muttered, “Same time next week, Cherry,” and set the phone down.
You breathed out and threw your phone down onto your paisley sheets, your shift officially over.
A ping on your phone made you glance over at the screen. It was your boss, Liza, who texted the schedule for tomorrow’s shifts into the group chat. The other girl’s acknowledged her, but you couldn’t be half-assed. You were good at what you did, but you didn’t play pretend to suck up to her ass.
Liza mentioned you in the group and asked if you could take over another girl’s shift and you blatantly left her on read.
You turned your phone over and sat up, stretching. The oversized t-shirt that you wore rode up your thighs and you scratched your stomach.
A knock on your door made you jump and you hurried, opening it to find your roommate, Rachel, on the other end. Her peroxide blonde hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a smirk.
“Playtime’s over?”
“Fuck, yes,” you said and pushed past her. “I’m fucking starving.”
She trailed after you, snorting. “Good. I bought you some ramen, you skank.”
You threw her a mock glare that melted into a fake pout. “Aw. You do care. Even if you did call me a skank.”
Rachel rolled her eyes, flopping down onto your threadbare couch. “As long as you pay your half of the rent, I don’t care what you do, Y/N.”
You sniffed and poured the soup and noodles out into a bowl. Sitting down next to her, you flicked her legs on your side of the couch, ignoring her huff of annoyance.
“Did you hear that asshole is going to increase rent again?”
You swallow the noodles hard. “Seriously? Someone should sue him.”
Rachel gave another one of her unladylike snorts. “With what money?”
You tried not to grimace, mentally making a note to text Liza back and begrudgingly accept the extra shift.
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“I’m telling you, Nanami,” Gojo crowed, thumping his colleague’s back. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Nanami closed his eyes, hoping that if he did, the silver-haired nuisance in front of him would dissipate into thin air. As it was, Gojo Satoru was never one for tack and pushed a card into his stiff fingers.
Despite his hesitance, the blonde flipped the card over and written in bold letters were the words: ‘Angel Lips – where we whisper your pleasure’ scrawled in a neon pink font with a lace overlay. In the corner was a phone number he could reach. He set the card down as if it was an unholy object and levelled his colleague with a glare.
“Real mature, Gojo,” he scoffed, losing appetite for the sandwich in front of him.
Not one for backing down from a challenge, Gojo tried to change his mind. “Oi, Nanami. C’mon. You’re so stressed you look older than me, for goodness sake! Don’t you want to loosen up a bit–”
“With a sex hotline?” he deadpanned.
“Eh, don’t knock it till you try it.”
Nanami scoffed and slung his suit jacket over his broad shoulder. “Is this how you spend your time? Throwing money at women who are paid to whisper nasty stuff to you?”
Undeterred, Gojo pushed the sleeves of his work shirt over his biceps, throwing his colleague a smirk. His cerulean blue eyes peered over a pair of dark sunglasses and Nanami wondered just how someone like him could be accepted into the world of stocks and bonds. Satoru would scare half of his clientele away if he wasn’t infuriatingly good at predicting market trends.
“Like I said,” Gojo repeated, winking. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
He sauntered away, hand raised in a half-salute. Nanami resisted the urge to roll his eyes, his attention drawn to the salacious card on the cafeteria table. He was in a dilemma. If he left the card there, people would know it was from their table. The company was small and everyone had a designated table that was intrinsically theirs and this tiny one in the corner was his and Gojo’s.
Despite Satoru’s infuriating countenance, Nanami sort of liked hanging out with him for lunch, though he would rather watch paint dry and take notes on it rather than admit it to his friend.
He swiftly picked the card and pocketed it, intending to throw it into the trash once he reached the safety of his apartment.
Nanami walked back to his office, his department building located away from Satoru’s one.
Part of him wondered why someone as young and good-looking as Gojo Satoru needed to call a sex hotline to get some action. All he had to do was peer over those sunglasses and he would have any girl in his bed for the night.
“Tch. Asshole.” Nanami was affronted. 
The fact that his friend had recommended him a sex hotline to relieve his stress was beyond insulting. He always thought it was rather pathetic how men would spend thousands on a woman who would pocket it and then never see him again. It was too transactional for him; too cold.
The card burned like a teasing siren’s call in his breast pocket and he ignored the urge to tear it in half and toss it to the ground like a madman.
It was a good thing that today was Friday and he would have two days on his own. The market was in a cyclical downturn and many investors were bearish on their stocks. Nanami had spent the whole week putting out fires that were started by his incompetent subordinate. He deserved a drink and a long bath when he returned home.
The day flashed past and soon, evening drenched his office windows. Nanami stood up, stretching lightly and bundled his suit jacket in his arms.
A nervous laugh reached his ears. “N-Nanami-san. You’re heading back?” It was his subordinate, Kei, a fresh graduate who had just come in two weeks ago after a gap year in South Mexico.
He gave his colleague a mild look and nodded.
Despite the clear signs that Nanami had no interest in a conversation, Kei pushed on.
“Got a date for tonight?”
He raised a fair brow.
Why was everyone suddenly interested in his love life today?
He left the question unanswered as he packed his briefcase. “Have a good weekend, Kei.”
His subordinate shot up and bowed to him, wishing him a safe and pleasant trip back home. He tutted at the show of grand respect, muttering at him to sit back down as he took his leave.
Traffic was horrendous and there were drunk people already loitering in the streets. Nanami pulled up to his parking spot, taking a moment to let the silence of his car set in before slowly trudging back to his apartment.
The moment the heavy doors closed behind him, Nanami sagged against the wall, closing his eyes. His briefcase dropped down to the ground with a dull thud and he inhaled deeply, the exhaustion from the week catching up to him.
Still with his eyes closed, he tugged at the knot on his tie, loosening it and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. The fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks and he exhaled, begrudgingly glad that the weekend was here.
Fresh from the shower, Nanami wrapped a towel around his waist, the beads of water glistening down his back and abdomen. He picked his work shirt from the floor, turning it around and shaking it before tossing it into the hamper. He took a step forward, wincing when he felt the sharp edge of something stabbing into his foot.
Bending down, he realised what it was and scoffed. The bawdy card was between his fingers and he contemplated throwing it into the trash can by his bed, but a gut feeling stopped him. He set it down on his side table instead. Slipping into a cotton shirt and sweatpants, he sat down at the edge of his bed, wondering how best to fill this pocket of spare time.
He supposed he could read.
The pile of books that he had neglected sat on the foot of his bed and he reached for one, balancing it in his hand. Cracking open the book, he tried to read, but it was futile. The card was like a beam, drawing his attention and Namami growled, picking up the inoffensive slip of paper, about to tear it when he stopped.
The numbers teased and taunted him. When was the last time he had a conversation with a woman?
The dating game vexed him. He had gone out on a few excursions, mostly on Gojo’s encouragement, but he never seemed to find someone to click with. The women Satoru threw in his way were either too uptight or became clingy after two dates, thinking he belonged exclusively to them and demanding his full time and attention.  
Nanami supposed that he had enough self-awareness to know that he was emotionally unavailable. So, what was the harm in indulging in this frivolous impulse?
Twirling the square between his fingers, he set it down, sighing in surrender as he grabbed his phone.
Keying in the number from the card, he pressed the intimidating ‘call’ button and waited… and waited. The dial tone kept on ringing and he contemplated ending the call when it clicked and a woman’s smooth voice greeted him on the other end.
“Good evening and welcome to the Angel Lips hotline. This is Leela speaking. How may I help you?”
Nanami cleared his throat. “Uh, hello. I… I was given this card by a friend and…” he trailed off, not sure what to say. The tips of his ear felt hot.
The woman chuckled, reassuring him that this was normal and he didn’t need to be embarrassed because they were professionals and would promise discretion. “All you have to do is choose which girl you want to speak to and we’ll link you to her.”
Nanami nodded. “So—uh—which girls are available for tonight?”
“There’s Silky. She specialises in femdom. Do you know what that is, sir?”
He did know exactly what it was and winced. “Um, no, thank you. If I wanted to be degraded I would speak to my boss.”
Her tinkling laughter was comforting. She moved on to the next option. “There’s Marie. She’s more of a vanilla one. And then we have Cherry—she’s one of the best in our repertoire.”
“What is she good at?”
“Well, sir, she loves powerful men and has a huge Daddy kink.”
Nanami paused for a split second, intrigued.
“Hmm. I think… I guess Cherry sounds interesting.”
“Sure,” the smooth voice said. “I’ll link you to her. Give me a second.”
Nanami leaned back against his headboard.
There was a disengaged click and then, a different voice answered.
“Hello?”
This voice was different from the cordial one that had greeted him earlier. It was honeyed but not cloyingly sweet, with just enough of a demure purr underneath to hint at the speaker’s sensuality.
“Hey. Uh… hi.”
The voice giggled and she exhaled sweetly. “First time?”
Nanami cleared his throat. Get it together, Kento. 
“Yeah. You can tell?”
“I can always tell,” she purred.
Nanami set his book down and drew his knees to his broad chest. “Oh yeah? How?”
Her exhaled laughter didn’t need to sound that seductive. Unbidden, a flicker of heat rushed down his spine.
“Because,” she whispered, “I love teasing the new ones. You all are so fun to figure out.”
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You glanced at your phone in annoyance as a message reached you.
‘#409’ was all that was written in the text from an unknown number. The code was familiar to you; it meant that a customer was on the other end. Dialling into a clandestine hotline, you waited for the call to click and when it did, you put on your most saccharine tone.
“Hello?”
“Hey. Uh… hi.”
A gruff but deep voice filtered through the receiver and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin.
Resisting the urge to clear your throat to find your balance, you sweetened your voice.
“First time?”
It was he who cleared his throat and he uttered, “Yeah. You can tell?”
You were back on track. “I can always tell,” you teased him.
He exhaled and chuckled. “So… how do we start?”
“Eager, huh?” You didn’t know why it was so easy to poke fun at him, but it seemed like he didn’t mind one bit.
“Maybe.”
You sank back onto your bed. “Do you want to know what I’m wearing?”
There was silence at the other end before he muttered, “Sure. I guess.”
“I’m wearing nothing, actually,” you said, fingering the hem of your oversized shirt.
“Huh. Aren’t you cold?”
You furrowed your brow. Was this man serious?
Scoffing, you purred, “What are you, like my dad or something?” Knowing you had a good opening, you speared him with the follow-up: “Or do you wanna be my Daddy?”
Silence echoed from the other end. You had to check your receiver to see if the call was still operating.
There was a shaky breath and you heard him whisper, “I wanna be your Daddy.”
Fuck, yes. Finally, you were getting somewhere with him.
“Mhm,” you whined, laying down on the mattress. “Tell me what you want, Daddy.”
“I want you… to have a good time, princess.”
Licking your lips, you whispered, “How, Daddy?”
“Start by telling me the truth, princess. What are you really wearing?”
Your confusion echoed through the lack of words. He chuckled deeply.
“I heard material rustling when you laid down on your bed. There was the creak of a spring.”
You held your breath.
“So, tell me, Princess. What exactly are you wearing? Spare me no detail.”
You felt like you were threading through dangerous waters now, but didn’t pull back when the currents started to beckon. “A-an oversized t-shirt, Daddy.”
“Anything underneath?”
Not bad. He sounded like such a tease. 
“Cotton panties.”
You heard him exhale shakily. “What colour?”
“White.”
You’ve never heard him moan before, but it was beautiful.
Everything about his voice was downright salacious.
His voice was like the richest bourbon of an Old Fashioned Chocolate cocktail that you had treated yourself to one hazy night in Roppongi with Rachel and her friends. It sank deep into your chest and spread warmth down your body, right to your aching pussy.
As cliche as it was, he was different from the others.
He didn’t come off too lewdly or immediately started jackhammering his cock, urging you to whisper filthy accompaniments as he reached his high.
This man knew what he was doing.
He was good at this.
“Take off your panties.”
Heart in your throat, you did as he said, sliding your cotton panties off and throwing them to the floor.
“Did you do it?”
Your breathy whisper sounded needy even to your own ears. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
At those words, your core ached almost pathetically and you whimpered.
“Daddy,” you moaned, “Wanna touch right where it hurts.”
“It hurts?” He grunted and you could hear the rustle of material at his end of the call. You closed your eyes, picturing him removing his hardened cock from the confines of his designer slacks.
He sounded powerful; someone like a CEO or a businessman. Someone who probably wore sharp suits and expensive cologne. Someone who strictly drank whiskey and had good tastes and a pretty apartment that was stylishly decorated with the latest designs.
It downright thrilled you to have an image of him like this—a powerful man trying to reduce you to your knees. 
His next words left you breathing harder, ready to combust. “Then, touch yourself, princess.”
Two fingers met your aching clit, teasing the wetness and spreading it around your folds. You were already soaked for him. Sliding one finger into your quivering pussy, you envisioned that it would be his fingers that were doing this.
He would have nice fingers, too. Trimmed and filed with soft hands.
Years of being in this business made you somewhat of an expert at uncovering how a person looked and acted based on their voice alone.
“I can hear how wet you are.”
You set your phone down, putting him on speaker. Rachel was out with her boyfriend and staying over at his place for the whole weekend. There was no one at home in the apartment tonight and you could be as loud as you want.
“I am,” you whispered. “I’m so wet, right now.”
“All for me?”
The edge of desperation in his voice made your back arch and your toes curl.
“Just for you.”
Jesus, fuck. Focus, Y/N. 
You were the one who was supposed to be pleasuring him, not the other way around.
Another voice, one that was more rebellious told you to screw it and embrace spontaneity. When was the last time a man had truly gotten you off?
That’s right. Never. Except for… No, you didn’t want to think of him. Not right now when you were being edged to the strongest orgasm of your life.
You curled your fingers deep in your pussy, hitting a spot that made you squirm. 
“Daddy,” you whined. “Talk to me. What’re you doing now?”
His breathy grunts made your insides clench in anticipation. “I’m stroking my cock, princess. I’m so hard for you right now. You’re such a dirty little girl, you know that?” Another grunt. “G-getting me all hard. Fuck, I wish you were here to suck me off. I would push my cock down your slutty little throat. You like that, yeah?”
“Mhm. I love sucking cock, Daddy.”
“I’m sure you do, Princess,” he moaned.
He sounded like an angel and it made your heart and pussy flutter.
You were rubbing your clit like a madwoman, two fingers pushing in and out of your wet heat, panting and moaning Daddy over and over again.
“I have so much precum ‘cause of you. It’s almost slipping down my wrist—hah. Fuck, Cherry. Fuck. I’m close. Tell me—ngh—what positions you like, Princess.”
Your hips stuttered and your mind was flooded with images of you bent over for him, his cock curved deep in your pussy, ramming you hard into the mattress, suffocating you with his body weight as he pinched your needy, overstimulated clit.
“I-I like it from the back, Daddy.”
He grunted and you heard his breathing hitch.
“F-fuck. I like hitting it from the back, too.”
“Would you want to fuck me like that?” you breathed. You knew your phone speaker would pick up on the longing that you were putting down just for him. “Make me your needy little s-slut?”
His breathing stuttered. “Y-yes. I want to. Shit, I really want to.”
Your hips were canting and ticking nervously to the tune of his moans and you knew you were close.
“Cum for me, Cherry. Let me hear you, princess. I’m here with you.”
His words broke something deep in you and you surged forward, a cry of pure pleasure on your lips as you furiously fucked your fingers deep inside of you, reaching that mind-numbing high.
Tears blurred your vision and you were trembling from head to toe. Your sleep shirt had ridden above your breasts, your nipples hard and aching to be touched, sucked or teased. 
You rubbed your thumbs gently over the turgid buds as you heard him reach his high, your thighs squeezing to push out a smaller orgasm from your sated body.
The both of you were panting hard and you were actually taken aback that this was the first time any customer had ever made you reach this breaking point. He heard your soft huff of laughter and you swore you felt him smile when he asked, “Was it good?”
You chuckled shakily. “Y-yeah. Damn. I think I have to pay you for your time, sir.” In a softer voice, you admitted, “I-I’ve never come for someone before. Like this, I mean.”
His smooth laugh was like music to your ears. “I’m glad I could help.”
“Sir… may I know your name? I mean, not your name name, but your alias.” You rolled over to your belly, pressing your thighs together. “I want to know what name I should scream out in case you decide to bless me with your beautiful voice again.”
There was a short silence before he muttered, “You can call me Ken.”
“Ken?”
He grunted in acknowledgment and that small sound made you smile. It seemed like he was one of those taciturn men who were lacking in genial spirits. Other women would be put off by someone as aloof as that but you were charmed.
You liked serious, no-nonsense men who could fuck you straight. He seemed like someone who would fit the bill.
“I’ll transfer you the money,” he said and your brows knitted in amusement.
He truly was a straight-laced man of his word—you were in for a treat tonight. 
Your phone pinged with the sound of a money transfer and you fought back a slow grin at the imagined numbers in your bank account. He must’ve given you a hefty tip, you were sure of that. Ken seemed like the type of guy to pay well for a service.
“Thank you, Daddy,” you purred, laying down on your back and staring up at the ceiling.
There was a slight catch in his voice when he asked, “C-can I… book you?”
“Book me?”
“For tomorrow night.”
When you took some time to answer, you heard him start to explain himself.
“I-I’ll be having drinks with someone tomorrow night. A friend. A-and he’s a handful. I need to take the edge off.”
You flattened your lips together to keep from smiling too wide. “Of course. Just leave a note with Leela and she’ll arrange the schedule for you.”
He thanked you and politely wished you goodnight.
You wished him the same and told him to have good dreams before you ended the call.
You scrolled through your bank transfers only to find a five-digit amount and your jaw fell to the floor. Picking it back up, you scrambled to see if your hunch was proven right and you were quickly stunned into an awed silence.
Glad I could help - K.
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a/n: mhm nanami's voice can bend me over and fuck me till i give him 6 babies—wh-what who said that ??
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���♡༻ chapter 1 ༺♡༻
hwang hyunjin x f!reader (x han jisung) can be read separately!
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summary: Hyunjin knows you're Minho and Jisung's girlfriend, but he's still attracted to you. Not that he would ever act on it – except one night you flirt with him and Jisung doesn't get angry. Quite the opposite ...
word count: 7.2k
warnings: voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); dirty talk; oral (m & f receiving); fingering; squirting; creampie; pretty vanilla sex, barely any sub/dom dynamics but switch!reader and switch!hyunjin; being filmed while fucking & sexting & masturbation to said videos and sexts; reader is a musician in this
author’s note: chapter 1!! eep!! really hope you enjoy!! I’m really trying to push myself on this series when it comes to characterizing these characters and making the scenes plausible and I really really hope it comes across! also hope the build-up isn’t too long, it was so sexy to me. also hyunjin needs a lil bit of romancing imo
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Hyunjin felt like he was floating. They had done a great job at the performance, they had won an award, another idol had flirted with him and dropped him her number and even if he wouldn’t end up being able to call her, it did wonders for his self-confidence. Now he was sitting in the venue of this after party, which happened to be just off the lobby of their hotel – meaning he could actually let loose a little, without worrying about having to stumble into a waiting care surrounded by paparazzi.
You had plopped down next to him a few minutes ago with a drink in your hand, leaving Jisung on the other side of the table, talking to Chan. You and Jisung were attending the event alone, Minho having excused himself, opting to get an early night. But you and Jisung had certainly been living it up all night.
You were cursing as you massaged your calves.
“Can you hold this? You can have a sip,” You asked him sweetly, and he took the drink from your hand, watching as you slipped your feet out of your heels and dug through your purse. Hyunjin took a sip of your drink, and he was sure you asked the bartender to make it extra strong because the burn of it sent tingles down his spine immediately.
He was definitely a little tipsy already, but in the best way. He was no longer tense, like he was before the performance, and for once, he could let go of the worry about work tomorrow. All the dance practices and schedules would come in due time, tonight he allowed himself to just … be. He relaxed into the sofa and took another sip from your drink as he let his eyes wander. Jisung and Chan were sitting on the stool across from them, completely engrossed in a conversation that he couldn’t hear, but he was sure was all about some song they were working on. They were leaned close together, the music from the speakers being too loud to allow for anything else.
The venue was tasteful, low, warm lights suffusing everything in an otherworldly glow. There were tea lights on every table and the bar was wrapped in gold and mirrors. The chandeliers all over the ceiling, that caught their glow and diffused it tenfold. The air smelled like expensive liquor and even more expensive cologne. He let his finger drag over the leather of the high-backed sofa he was sitting on, the soft scratch of it almost sensual as he tried to commit the glow of the room to memory, ready to paint later.
His attention was dragged back to you when you threw your hair over your shoulder, and he was enveloped in the smell of your perfume and your shampoo. He watched as you gently let your hand drag down your calf until it reached your ankle, massaging the skin there with your graceful fingers.
Hyunjin took his time drinking you in, letting his eyes roam over you in all your glory, something he didn’t allow himself to do often, for obvious reasons. Hyunjin knew he could and would never act on it, but he couldn’t deny it – he was attracted to you. He couldn’t help it, not when your body looked like it was carved from marble, all soft lines and plump skin, even your ankles now entrancing him. Your lithe fingers danced down your other leg, massaging your ankle and calf as you spoke to him about the night. He had to make an active effort to rip his eyes away from your legs and look you in the eyes, but that didn’t help either. Your skin was glowing under the light, candlelight bouncing off the blush on your cheeks and finding its way into your soft eyes that were trained on him with all your attention and a gentle smile. A part of your charm was the way you talked to people – you had this way of making people feel like you were already friends, or if you weren’t friends yet, like you knew you would be anyway, so you just talked to them so candidly and happily. It set everyone at ease.
That, combined with your intoxicating eye contact and an effortless flirtiness that mirrored Jisung’s – it had men and women falling at your feet. Hyunjin would’ve liked to say he was above that, but that would be a lie; every time you decided to chat with him while waiting for Minho or Jisung made his chest swell with an almost immature sense of pride at being chosen.
As you slipped your heels back on your feet and he handed you your drink back, you told him you had heard his new solo song, the one he had performed in Japan. Hyunjin blushed at the mention, but it wasn’t a very modest blush. He was proud of that song, and of his performance of it.
“Are you going to release it on the next SKZ Record?” You asked him, your attention now fully on him.
Hyunjin nodded.
“We already put it out on YouTube, and it’s on the preliminary track list for the next record, yeah.��
You hummed and leaned your head against the booth as you took a long sip from your drink through the thin straw. Before he could stop himself, Hyunjin’s eyes darted down to your lips for a split second. He could’ve sworn the corners of your mouth turned up ever so slightly.
“Good. Because I saw your performance and phew,” you fanned yourself with your hand dramatically before taking a deep breath and shuddering. “It was hot, you’re hot.”
You said it so matter of fact that Hyunjin did a double take. Did … did you just call him hot? Were you flirting with him? Surely, you wouldn’t. And Jisung was right there!
“All of you guys’ solo stages for this tour we’re crazy, to be honest, you’ve really outdone yourself,” you just continued nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened. Hyunjin took the opportunity gladly.
“I saw a video from your tour the other day,” he said, taking a big sip from his own drink. “You are so talented, it’s insane.”
The comment made your confident exterior crumble slightly, a light blush dusting across your cheeks as if someone had swiped a layer of watercolour over your cheekbones.
“Aw, thank you, Hyune,” you mumbled out, and Hyunjin loved how the nickname sounded on your bashful lips. He mentally slapped mentally. Stop it, Hwang Hyunjin, this is your members’ girlfriend!
“But seriously,” he continued. “That one song? The one before the encore – it made me feel so many emotions, I teared up. The way you delivered it was also so perfect, so full of nuance and tenderness.”
You squealed next to him, your face scrunched up in embarrassment at the compliment, blindly swatting at him, trying to get him to shut up. He couldn’t help but smile, opening his mouth to compliment you again, if just to see your beautiful smile once more, but before he could get a word out, your hand was suddenly firmly pressed over his mouth. His heart dropped straight into his crotch.
You blushed deeper, eyelids fluttering slightly as you took him in.
“You’re being so kind, and I’m awful at taking compliments,” you explained apologetically when you met his big, dark eyes across your hand. He was staring at you with surprise but also something entirely different. You removed your hand slowly and when Hyunjin barely moved, still staring at you, you chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood again.
“I will only accept compliments like these in writing, so I can giggle and kick my feet in the privacy of my own home about having Hwang Hyunjin profess to be a fan of mine,” you said and winked at him. Hyunjin’s head was reeling because he couldn’t for the life of him tell if this was your naturally flirty way of talking or … he didn’t know what.
“I shall write you a long fan letter then, maybe even include a drawing of you,” he responded with a shy smirk before he could think better of it. He flushed instantly because oh fuck fuck fuck, that was far too flirty, shit.
But to his surprise, you didn’t pull back, instead just exclaimed “and a signed photo card, please” before you hugged your hands to your chest and pretended to swoon, giving him a beautiful smile and a giggle. He just watched you laugh, absentmindedly brushing his hand over the leather of the couch as he did.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chan get up and walk away and when he looked over, his eyes met Jisung’s, who was staring straight at them.
Panic rose in his chest immediately, his body tensing up as he realised how much he had started leaning towards you. But when he looked at Jisung again, he realised that Jisung didn’t look particularly angry. He just looked back and forth between you and him with an unreadable expression on his face, lower lip slightly jutting out.
Hyunjin cleared his throat and turned to you again.
“Umm … why is Jisung staring at us like that?” he asked in a low voice.
You looked at him in surprise before looking over at Jisung. A smirk spread across your face before you let out a breathy little laugh.
“Oh … well,” you took another long look at Jisung before you slid closer to Hyunjin, leaning your head back on the high back of the sofa and staring straight into his eyes.
“Jisung, Minho and I, and especially Jisung and I, we like sharing,” you started explaining, your eyes trained on Hyunjin’s every expression. “We like sharing and watching and being watched and putting on a show.”
The gears were still turning in Hyunjin’s head when it all suddenly clicked into place with your next words.
“So I’m pretty sure he’s currently imagining us fucking and getting really turned on by it.”
Your voice was so low, Hyunjin doubted if he heard right, but the slight darkness in your eyes told him that he did.
“Oh,” was the only thing he managed to breathe out. You were close enough now that he could smell your perfume again, notes of floral and musk, mixed with the scent that is unmistakably you, and it’s making his head swim slightly. Your hand that was resting between the two of you came up, your fingertips ghosting over the inside of his wrist. He watched it happen, hardly daring to breathe. He looked over at Jisung, but your boyfriend was also staring at your fingers, butt restlessly wriggling on his stool, tugging at his slacks. God, you were right – Jisung was getting turned on by his girlfriend flirting with him.
“This is … an invitation,” you murmur, and he whips his head back to you. Your eyes are still trained on him. “You can take it, and we can have some fun, or you can leave it, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”
He let out a shaky breath watching your hand trail from his wrist to his fingers. He followed the expanse of your arms up to your shoulder, exposed by the thin straps of your dress, the material of which moved over your chest with every breath you took. He allowed his gaze to briefly dip down to where your plush thighs, barely covered by your dress to begin with, were squished together with how you had your legs crossed.
He raised his eyes again, gaze resting in the dip in the hollow of your throat before following the column of it up to your chin, your soft, glossed lips that looked good enough to eat, then your gently hooded eyes. Some of your hair was stuck to your neck, and he gently lifted his hand, brushing it away with his fingertips. Your eyelids fluttered with his gentle touch.
He had never done something like this before, something this risky, something that felt this illicit. What was Jisung’s role going to be in this? Hyunjin had slept with guys before, but he had never thought about Jisung that way – or did he? He was confused, but he was also already half hard in his pants.
“Minho …” he started weakly, but he didn’t know how to finish his sentence. You just smiled at him.
“We talked about this before – he’s fine with it. He sometimes likes to get involved, but it’s really Ji and me that … get off on it.”
You were so candid about it that it soothed Hyunjin slightly, your hand gently coming to his thigh, letting your nails drag across the material of his slacks.
“How does this work?” he asks, voice catching in his throat, and he swallows hard.
“However you want it to work. You can take control, or I can, depending on what you’re in the mood for,” you say slowly, your eyes flitting all over his face admiringly in a way that makes Hyunjin’s skin feel hot.
“Or we can go upstairs, you can kiss me with those beautiful lips, and we play it by ear, or we can talk about what you like, or I can guess,” you continued, your voice a soothing siren call Hyunjin was falling for more and more with every passing second. He hadn’t realised how close you’d gotten until he felt your breath on his cheek when you whispered your next sentence.
“For example, I’m guessing that you’re really into dirty talk because you’re so hard right now.”
Hyunjin nearly whimpered and you licked your lips.
“We can ask Ji to join, if you'd like, or he will just sit and watch and touch himself while you and I make each other feel good.” Hyunjin’s eyes fluttered across the table where Jisung was now looking at them with rapt attention, like he wanted to devour them, a wet desperation in his eyes that had Hyunjin’s skin crawling with heat.
You followed his gaze.
“He gets so desperate when he’s turned on, you know, all sloppy and whiny. Something tells me that’s how you leave the boys you fuck, so you might like it,” you murmured into his ear, eyefucking Jisung across the table. He decided not to question how you had read him like that.
“He’ll probably want to take a video of us to tease Minho.”
Hyunjin’s breath hitched in his throat. Something about the thought of Minho waking up tomorrow to a video of his friend fucking his girlfriend felt so deliciously wrong, it sent shivers down his spine.
“There you are,” you whispered, and Hyunjin had to physically stop himself from moaning. “I knew you’d like that, pretty boy.”
Something in him snapped, and he shot to his feet.
“Upstairs, now,” Hyunjin rumbled out before grabbing your hand and Jisung’s arm and dragging you out of the restaurant and straight to the lifts. He reached over and pressed the button for his floor. Jisung wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his lips into your neck in a way that made you shiver. With his head on your shoulder, he looked over at Hyunjin, eyes big and pupils blown.
“You two are way too pretty together,” he mumbled out, while his hands were travelling all over your body, rocking his bulge into your ass, making his breath shiver out of his chest.
“She’s gonna ruin you, Hyune,” Jisung continued proudly while rubbing himself against you harder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck that had your head fall back with a breathy laugh.
“Her mouth is magic,” he murmured, letting his thumb swipe over your bottom lip, “her pussy will have you see God.”
As if to prove it, he let his hand dip below your dress. Hyunjin couldn’t see anything from where he was standing, but it was evident that Jisung’s fingers were swiping through your folds with the way you were keening, head thrown back onto his shoulder. But as quick as that, Jisung had withdrawn his fingers and brought them to his own mouth, moaning as he licked your slick off his fingers. It’s so filthy, Hyunjin feels like he’s watching porn.
“You’re lucky I’m here,” Jisung continued when he had licked his fingers clean. “Minho’s more possessive than I am, he wouldn’t make it so easy for you to play with what’s ours. But I’m nice, I’ll let you two do anything you want.”
He grins lazily.
“Minho will reclaim what’s his tomorrow. You should be there when he does, he absolutely devours her when he’s feeling possessive, it’s so hot.”
A shiver racked down Hyunjin’s spine as the doors of the elevator opened, and he led them to his room.
Jisung walked in and threw himself down on the comfy chair facing Hyunjin’s bed, leaning back and letting his head loll back and over, so he was watching them.
You were just standing there, smiling up at him, your hands folded in front of you sweetly. But you didn’t look nervous. The way you were watching him was almost … innocent, excited. Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile at you, hoping it wasn’t too inappropriate given the circumstances.
But he was rewarded with your sweet giggle before you took a step forward and threw your arms around his neck.
“I know I’m far from the first to tell you this, but you are fucking gorgeous, Hyune,” you murmured, still smiling up at him as you pressed your body against his. “Ethereally, so.”
He blushed a little, but nonetheless snaked his arms around your waist, his large hands splaying over your lower back. You watched him quietly.
“Kiss me, pretty boy,” you whispered, and he leaned in without a second thought, pressing his plump lips against yours desperately.
You kissed him back immediately, and he swore he’d never been kissed like this before. Your mouth demanding, yet yielding, lips pliant to wrap around his until he parted his lips and your tongue licked into his mouth. He swears you taste like candy, and he can’t get enough of it, he wants more, more, more.
He pushed you gently until your back hit the wall, his hand threading into your hair demandingly now, holding you in place while he had his way with your mouth. You were making the most sinful noises, hips bucking into him so much that he used his whole body to press you into the wall. His arm still around your waist where your back was arching into him, he pulled you into himself like you couldn’t be close enough.
He only ripped his lips from yours away when his lungs were burning, and he was panting, staring down at you in awe.
“Told you her mouth is magic,” Jisung breathed out from across the room, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief, eyes still locked with yours. He had almost forgotten Jisung was there, so lost had he gotten in this fairytale kiss.
But your eyes were glued to his lips, and you pulled him back in, arching into him deeper and deeper while your shaky fingers fiddled the buttons of his shirt open. Every time your fingers brush over Hyunjin’s skin, goosebumps break out all over his body. When the buttons were undone, you ran your hands all the way up his torso and gently pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Your hands were exploratory, almost reverent in their ministrations, and it sent Hyunjin’s heart into a tailspin.
“You’re a vision, Hyune,” you mumbled as your eyes raked over his body. He blushed again, your praises making his dick twitch in his slacks.
“Can I see you?” he whispered shyly, and you nodded, a gentle smile playing around your lips.
“You can do whatever you want with me, I’m yours for the night,” you purred back, and he groaned, his hands finding the zip of your little black dress. He took his time, sliding it down slowly, watching the fabric slip from your shoulders, then over your chest, until it fell off your hips and landed in a heap on the floor. He sucked in a sharp breath when you were standing in front of him in just your underwear.
You were perfect, like a dream, like a painting from the Louvre come to life. Every curve of your body begged to be kissed, your skin so soft and plump he wanted to sink his teeth into it.
“God, you’re fucking stunning,” he groaned out before he cupped your cheeks, pulling you in and kissing you harder than he had all night. His inhibitions at Jisung watching were slowly melting off him at the sheer need he felt burning in his guts.
Still, kissing you, he let his hands run down from your neck, over your shoulders, ghosting past your tits, running down the sides of your waist so gently it made you shiver, before coming to rest on your hips, kneading the skin there as he pushed his clothed bulge into your hip. You gasped into his mouth.
Hyunjin held you against him as he led you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he gently guided you to lie on your back, looking into your eyes before he started kissing down your neck. He was worshipping every inch of you, nipping and licking until your hands were grabbing at any part of him you could reach, your gasps and whines like music in his ears.
He moved on to your collarbones, down your chest until his nose was brushing against the swell of your breasts. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off you to expose your breasts. He groaned at the sight, his mouth immediately attaching to your nipple.
He was basically worshipping your tits, both hands massaging them as his tongue laved at your nipples. Hyunjin was revelling in the sounds he was pulling from your lips, watching you intently, his big dark eyes trained on your blissed out face, dick twitching every time your eyes fluttered shut, or your eyebrows knit together in
pleasure.“Hyune, please,” you whimpered out brokenly, “T… Touch me.”
He groaned at the easy desperation in your voice, his grips grinding into your leg involuntarily, begging for friction. But he wasn’t done yet. He no longer knew what was wrong or right, but if Jisung was going to go back to Minho and tell him about this, he wanted Minho to hear that Hyunjin had made you beg. He wanted you to dream of him when you were touching yourself.
Before moving further down, he gave both of your nipples a broad lick, blowing cold air onto them, making you shudder. Your hands wrapped around the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair.
You dragged your nails over his scalp so perfectly, Hyunjin moaned noiselessly, eyes rolling into the back of his head. But he regained his focus quickly, kissing the rest of the way down your stomach before sinking to his knees at the edge of the bed, bringing his lips to the ankle he had been so obsessed with just an hour earlier.
Unsurprisingly, however, his patience was also wearing thin, so he kissed up your legs a little faster, a little wetter than he would’ve liked. You didn’t seem to mind, though, your hips bucking wantonly as the wet patch on your panties grew.
Hyunjin could smell you now and it was intoxicating. He laved at the skin of your inner thigh, right next to your clothed core, and let his fingertip run over the damp fabric gently. Your reaction was instant, a long wanton moan ripping from your throat.
“Please, please, please, touch me,” you mewled out.
You were really begging now, and the last shred of his patience went out the window. He slipped your panties down your legs, spread your folds with two of his long fingers and pressed his tongue against you, pressing hard. You threw your head back with a moan, a shudder running through your whole body. Just like your mouth, your pussy was hot and silky and sweet, and he had to squeeze himself in his slacks to take some of the edge off his arousal. He wasted no time, massaging your clit for a second before laving down, the tip of his tongue on your entrance, licking at it once, twice, before pushing his tongue into you. Your hands flew back to his head, threading into his long, black hair, holding on to him for dear life.
Jisung watched as Hyunjin made you fall apart with his mouth. He had never seen you react this way, not to himself nor to Minho, and it created an intoxicating push and pull of emotions that made him lightheaded. There was a little voice in his head, telling him that you might be enjoying this more, loved fucking Hyunjin more than them, and was simultaneously torture but also made his vision cloudy with arousal. He couldn’t help himself any more, finally undoing his pants and pulling his dick out, wrapping his fingers around himself and squeezing hard. He bit back a moan, head tipping back as the relief of his own touch spread through his body, pre-cum leaking from his tip.
Hyunjin pressed two long fingers past your entrance, slowly working them into you, rocking them into you deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. Your hips were rolling into his fingers wantonly, and he smiled as he flicked your clit with his tongue. Experimentally, he brushed against the spongy spot inside of you and when you clenched around his fingers and more wetness dripped over his fingers, he knew he had found what he wanted.
Hyunjin loved how responsive you were, how wet you were around his fingers, how you were whimpering openly, hips twitching helplessly – your pussy told him everything he needed to know, guiding him perfectly to his goal. He stroked his fingers into you relentlessly, dragging across your walls and hitting your g-spot every time, while he worked your clit with his tongue. He felt your release build deliciously with the staccato of your moans above him, walls fluttering around his fingers.
“Hyune, oh my god, please, I’m gonna … gonna …”
And then you were coming undone, a high-pitched mewl ripping out of your chest as you squirted all over his hand that was still pumping in and out of you, helping you through your orgasm. Some of your release landed on his lips and the taste of it nearly made him cum in his pants untouched. But he held out, the need to fill you up, to send you back to your boyfriends filled with his cum, burning darkly in the depth of his soul.
He slowly pulled his fingers from you as you were coming down, wiping his mouth and hand on the sheets. He let his gaze wander over to Jisung. Hyunjin couldn’t help the dark pride crackle through his chest when he saw Jisung’s stunned expression. His hand was wrapped around his dick, that had turned an angry red, but it wasn’t moving, as he was staring at Hyunjin, his brows slightly furrowed, mouth open. Hyunjin smirked at him and raised an eyebrow, making Jisung narrow his eyes at him. Hyunjin had to admit, you were right, he did look delicious when he was all wet and desperate and angry that he had just made his girlfriend squirt in his mouth.
But then he felt your hands grab at him, and he let you pull his mouth to yours, your tongue pushing into his mouth. He let you take what you needed, let you push him onto his back, his hands coming to rest on your thighs.
When you were straddling him, he took a second to take you in. A small love bite was forming at the base of your throat, and he imagined it staring Minho in the face the next time he fucked you.
The thought shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.
You looked thoroughly fucked, chest flushed, your make-up slightly askew, and you were staring down at him like you wanted to eat him up – and Hyunjin was ready to let you do just about anything to him.
You leaned down, letting your teeth graze over his pecs, tongue swirling around his nipples and down his abs, giving him a taste of his own medicine, before you started undoing his slacks.
“Can’t wait any more,” you mumbled as you pulled them down his legs, his boxers along with them, your impatience making his leaking, angry cock twitch against his abdomen.
“Fuck, your dick is beautiful,” you breathed out before you leaned down, letting your tongue swirl around his head like a lollipop before sinking him into your mouth.
Hyunjin’s pride flew out the window, a whimper ripping out of his throat as your head started bobbing up and down, your tongue all over him, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. It felt like you were everywhere, your mouth so shamelessly wet and sloppy that it sent Hyunjin barrelling towards his orgasm within minutes. He had to pull you off him in a panic.
“Can’t … Fuck,” he gulped in air, staring at you with wide eyes.
“You’re too good at that, you need to stop.”
You just giggled coyly but took mercy on him, moving away from his dick and up to his lips, straddling him again. When you kissed him again, it was so deep he felt like there was nothing but you, your sweet, filthy tongue in his mouth, your nose pressed into his face, your soft thighs caging him to the bed. You pressed his dick against his abdomen, your slick pussy rubbing alongside it, and he groaned out pathetically loud into your mouth, hands flying to your hips. The friction wasn’t enough to pull him back to the edge, but the wet squelch of your cunt so tantalisingly dirty it drove him wild.
You pulled back slightly, your face still right in front of his as you rocked over him, your breath coming out in little gasps.
“You’re so pretty, Hyune, so perfect, so good to me” you whispered so quietly he’s pretty sure Jisung couldn’t hear it, and it nearly made him sob out. The praise and the pleasure of his overstimulation were mixing with the overwhelming feeling of you everywhere on him – it made his head fuzzy in the most delicious way.
“Please,” he breathed out, and his voice was ragged.
“Please what, my pretty prince?” You purred, your hips slowing down slightly, and Hyunjin whimpered again.
“Please, please fuck me, angel,” he mewls out, the nickname slipping from his lips. “I need to feel you.”
You chuckled breathily at the sweet pleas falling from his lips so readily. Without hesitation, you lifted yourself up, aligned his dick with your core and sunk down to the hilt. You both moaned out at the feeling of your wet, hot walls moulding around him and pulling him in. Hyunjin swears he has died and gone to heaven, your wetness enveloping him like silk, squeezing him perfectly.
You stilled like that for a second, head thrown back and nails digging into his abs, getting used to the delicious stretch of him. But once you started moving, you set a desperate pace, fucking yourself onto him, soft hands supporting yourself on his abs. His hands race all over your thighs and hips, feeling the skin, guiding you up and down. He threw his head back in pleasure, nearly going cross-eyed at how deep he was reaching inside of you.
You were riding him hard, perfect tits bouncing, moaning out breathily above him, whispering his name in a way that had his brain go fuzzy. He looked down at where he was disappearing inside of you with a lewd squelch and he growled out. He wanted more, needed more, so he started to rock his hips up into you, making your back arch.
“More, Hyune” you whined out, legs starting to shake under Hyunjin’s grip.
With the last of his strength he flipped you over, folding you in half and pressing your legs to your chest, his hand supporting himself on the headboard of the bed before re-entering you. He started pounding into you with hard, shallow strokes, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. He would’ve questioned if he was going too hard but you were a blissed out mess underneath him, pulling him into you by his hips like your life depended on it. He could feel just how much you wanted it and it only spurred him on. He didn’t have the wherewithal to hold back any more, desperate groans tumbling from his lips and mixing with yours as he fucked you with all he had, snaking his hand between you to rub your clit in quick, tight circles.
“S- so close,” you whine out, your pussy clenching around him even harder, walls fluttering like earlier, but the sensation was infinitely better around his throbbing cock. “Cum with me, Hyune, wanna feel you.”
And with a few more thrusts, you came on his cock with a choked out moan, head thrown back, creamy release forming a ring around the base of his cock.
Hyunjin screwed his eyes shut in concentration, trying to focus on riding you through your orgasm, but then you suddenly wrapped a soft hand around his throat and pleasure ripped through his body, cumming so hard his vision went blurry. He was still rocking himself into you, riding out your orgasm that was milking him so well, it prolonged his own until it nearly hurt. Only then did he pull out and collapse next to you.
The room was quiet for a second, except for the noise of your joint panting. Slowly, it dawned on Hyunjin that he had no idea what to do now. The post-nut clarity made him hyper aware of what he’d just done, of Minho sleeping somewhere else in the hotel, Jisung still in the chair, having just watched Hyunjin rail his girlfriend. But before he could panic, you rolled over and pulled him into a lazy kiss. When you pulled back, you gave him a lazy smile.
“You okay?” You murmured, and he found himself nodding, leaning in to press his lips to yours again, the feeling of them calming the anxiety in his chest. Jisung was moving around the room and into the bathroom. But Hyunjin wasn’t ready to let go of you just yet, so he kept kissing you sweetly, hoping he could convey even a fraction of how grateful he felt through the kiss. And he dared hope you felt it, when you sighed into his lips quietly. When he did finally pull back, Jisung was standing over them, handing him a towel with a lopsided smile. He plopped down next to you on the bed, the wet stain on his slacks very obvious, but he didn’t seem to care.
“You guys could make some premium porn together, holy shit,” he breathed out. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? That was insane.”
Jisung looked almost starstruck, his eyes still wide, pupils blown, and Hyunjin had a feeling he was probably still hard in his pants.
The three of you stayed like that for a second, catching your breath, Jisung softly cleaning you up while Hyunjin wiped himself clean and slipped back into his underwear. As you and Jisung left the room, Jisung gave Hyunjin a wink, telling him he texted him the videos he took, for his spank bank.
Hyunjin wasn’t sure what the next day would bring but he couldn’t find it in himself to care, crawling into his soiled sheets and passing out pretty much immediately.
The next morning, Minho woke up, blinking the sleep from his eyes before he reached for his phone. He was greeted with several missed messages from Jisung.
The first thing to catch his eye is the picture of you and Hyunjin at the venue. You’re sitting next to each other, you're leaning your head back against the back of the booth, smiling at Hyunjin, who is looking at you flirtily.
1:02am - Ji Ji sent a picture hey min i am ver y drunk, hope ur resting well look at the two of them aren’t they so gorgeous togehter
Minho couldn’t deny it, the two of you looked like ethereal next to each other.
1:04am - Ji is it wrong that I wan watch gthem fuck bet our y/nie would look so pretty with his long fingers in her mouth bet his dick is all long and pretty too
Minho chuckled to himself. He already knew where this was going. He could picture it, Jisung sitting in the venue, watching you and Hyunjin talk to each other, that far away look on his face, getting harder and harder in his jeans with every second.
1:15am - Ji y/nie is on board, so is hyunewill take a video for you
1:55am - Ji Ji sent a video look at them, look at how pussy drunk she’s getting hyunjin nobody will ever be able to compare to our girl god she’s ours can you believe it
Minho forced himself to take a deep breath before clicking play. Jisung’s camera work was slightly shaky and Minho could hear him take a ragged breath every now and again, but it was enough to make arousal pool in Minho’s belly.
Hyunjin was spread out on the bed, his head lolled back, almost hanging off the bed, jawline and neck exposed, while you were bouncing on his dick, your own head thrown back, nails digging into Hyunjin’s abs. Hyunjin sounded absolutely wrecked, whimpers punched from his chest with every move of your hips.
Minho groans, his hand coming to palm himself through his boxers.
1:59am - Ji wish you were here, I feel so empty, wan you to fill me up want to feel you leak inside of me as you watch them fuck like bunnies, i know you’d love it god min i love you, you’re so fucking sexy, i can’t ever get enough of you
Minho couldn’t help but smile at Jisung’s messages, fondness blooming in his chest. Though, he really did wish he could’ve been there, able to feel Jisung’s tight little ass wrapped around his cock while he watched you and Hyunjin screw.
2:02 - Ji i’m getting so needy and they’re fucking so intimately how do you do this watching thing? do you ever get so horny you could cry? sorry for blowing up your phone, i’m about to cum in my fucking pants
Minho couldn’t hold back his laugh now. ‘Yes,’ he wanted to tell Jisung, ‘I do. But I also have a lot more self-control, and there’s something about being the odd one out that gets me rock hard.’
2:03 - Ji Ji sent a photo
The next photo was of Jisung’s weepy dick, his hand wrapped around it. Minho’s hand pushed past the waistband of his boxers, stroking himself at the thought of wrapping his lips around Jisung’s dick.
2:08 - Ji Ji sent a video
The second video was even shakier than the first, Jisung clearly affected by the scene in front of him. Video-Jisung let out a soft whimper before composing himself and training the camera on the bed, where Hyunjin was now pounding into you relentlessly, your legs pressed up to your chest. The headboard was slamming against the wall, the slap of skin and the squelch of your wetness combining with both of your wanton moans and Minho stroked himself faster, head dropping backwards.
It didn’t help that Hyunjin’s back and ass looked just about good enough to bite. Oh, had he only been there.
He let the video loop as he fucked his fist harder, breathy moans pushing past his lips until he came, hot ropes of cum spilling into his boxers. He wiped his hands on the hotel sheets with a sated sigh before he picked up his phone again.
2:55 - Ji we’re back in my room now hyunjin made her squirt with his fingers, I nearly punched him with jealousy you better show him she’s ours tomorrow, i think he loved fucking her a little too much rest assured we are both still head over heels in love with you can’t wait to see you tomorrow x we miss you
Minho smiled at the last message, the thought of the two of them curling into each other and passing out after the exertion making his heart ache. He took a shower and got dressed before he texted them back.
9:55 Min morning, sleepyheads looks like you had fun last night ;) I sure did this morning watching those back
9:56 Ji morning, baby <3333 y/nie is getting ready right now i’m very horny because hyune fucked her so good she couldn’t handle round two :( stupid long finger long dick hyunjin she did suck me off last night though :)
9:58 Min do you ever think about anything other than sex, ji?
9:58 Ji no :)
Minho shook his head with a chuckle.
9:59 Ji how are you feeling today?
10:00 Min much better. Had a good sleep and feel almost like new will be there for photoshoot today which pick up are you? A or B?
10:01 Ji A, y/n and I get picked up in 10
10:01 Min I’m B, so I’ll see you there later
10:02 Ji boo, i was hoping for car cuddles
10:02 Y/N morning, baby <3 I can’t wait to see you
10:03 Ji y/n doesn’t want to say it but she needs some late aftercare, needs to know you still love her
10:03 Y/N JI!
10:04 Min oh baby, I love you so much so much that I haven’t seen you for 12 hours and I already miss you I’ll find a way to give you a kiss when I see you
10:05 Y/N :’) I can’t wait for that kiss
10:05 Ji my kisses are no longer good enough :(
10:05 Y/N Ji please I will strangle you with the hairdryer
10:06 Ji yummy dw I’m just teasing :) you get min privileges for the next few days but I have a feeling you will get those anyways when I tell min more about how hyunjin was touching you
Minho hated how well Jisung knew him sometimes because, God, did that sentence make his chest burn. It was all consensual and it got his dick hard, but the jealousy still burned.
10:07 Y/N Ji is just mad because he didn’t get his dick wet last night apparently my blowjobs aren’t good enough anymore :( anyways we have to go now, see you later, min <3
Minho was picked up with Felix, IN, and Seungmin about 20 minutes later and when he walked into the shoot location, he made sure that Hyunjin was looking and pulled you into his lap and kissed you the way only Minho could kiss you, filthy, possessive, all-consuming.
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luvyeni · 1 year
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hiiiii! your perv!nct series is on point!
can I request the “8th member of Dream”, but this time each member finds themselves in the readers bed at their shared dorm?
for instance, mark knows the reader doesn’t like Thunder, so he sleeps in her bed with her but his hands have to be down her pajama shorts. something like that.
Thank you, I’m super excited to see your take on this.
—{🎂}8TH MEMBER SHARING THE BED; W/ NCT DREAM
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pairings. OT7!dreamies x 8TH!member
wc. 1k
warnings. fingering, unprotected sex, oral (both. recieving) , cockwarming , doggystyle, mutual masturbation, breeding kink (haechan ik i can't help it),
synopsis. different scenarios where the dreamies end up your bed in your dorm.
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—{🍰}... MARK ⋮ thunderstorms !
the moment he heard the thunder , he knew you were probably up , so he made his way to your room.
he knocked on your door , opening the door when he heard you whimpering. "you okay , love." he saw your shaking body , climbing into the bed with you , pulling you close to him. "it's okay love , i got you." he rubbed your stomach , his hands slowly inching into your sleep short , rubbing lightly on your clit. "m..mark." you moaned. "shh baby, just let me make you feel good." his fingers , slowly slid into your hole. "so tight , clenching around my fingers." you bit your lip to contain your moans , so the others won't wake up. "pretty baby was scared by the storm , i got you pretty , go a head and cum on my fingers." you covered your face in the pillow as you came on his fingers. "oh fuck , mark , please."
"what do you want now love, you want me to fuck you , keep you full to distract you from the thunder?"
—{🍰}... RENJUN ⋮ waking you up in the morning !
renjun knew no one else in the entire dorm could wake you up like he could , that's why he did it every morning.
he opened the door to your room , closing the door. "come on it's time to get up." he shook your body , you pushed him off you , groaning. "too early." he sighed , knowing what would easily wake you up. sliding , the blanket off your body , spreading your legs , climbing on your bed to slot himself in between them. "look at these shorts , i can see the outline of your pussy babe." he said to himself , pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. he came face to face with your heat , kitty licking your clit , making you stir. "come on baby , get up." he licked a stripe up your cunt , messily eating your cunt , your eyes opened , grabbing his hair , "r..renjun , please im gonna cum." your legs closed around his head , as you came on his tongue , he pulled away , his lips covered in your essence.
"im waking you up earlier tomorrow so i can fuck you afterwards."
—{🍰}... JENO ⋮ bad dreams !
he heard your whimpering on the other side of the wall , knowing you had a nightmare, he made his way to you.
he didn't bother knocking , opening your door , making his way into your bed. "j..jeno?" you sniffled , his whole body engulfed yours , pulling you close to him , your face in his chest. "i know baby , i heard you crying , did you have another bad dream?" you nodded. "y..yes." he kissed the top of your head. "it's okay love , you want me to fix it , we have a schedule tomorrow and we can't have you all sleepy." you nodded , he pulled away for a second , pulling his cock out from his pajamas , pulling your shorts to the side , rubbing his tip up and down your folds , before sliding all the way in , but not moving , cockwarming. "j..jeno , so full."
"good girl , just warm my cock , and go back to sleep."
—{🍰}... HAECHAN ⋮ sex !
you and haechan don't beat around the bush when he comes into your room late at night, you both want each other.
"ha..haechan." you moaned as he fucked you. "you gotta be more quiet if you don't want them to hear how much of a slut you are." he smirked when you clenched around him. "baby when i get to this room you're mine , and i don't like to share what's mine." he sped up his pace. "you can fuck them all don't care." he trusted deeply into you , hitting that one spot , that made your mouth drop open. "but i know none of them can fuck you like i can." you felt your orgasm approaching. "im gonna cum." you moaned out. "go a head and cum , cum on my cock." you held your mouth to keep you from screaming as you came. haechan came shortly after , painting your walls white.
"they can't fuck you like i can."
—{🍰}... JAEMIN ⋮ "friendly" cuddles !
jaemin your designated cuddler when you don't have a schedule or something you two are often "cuddling" in your room.
"that's it baby , stroke my cock." his hand found it's way into your pants , sliding his finger into your cunt , both of you getting each other off. "so wet and messy baby." he added another finger , speeding up his process, so you sped up your movements , stroking his cock even faster. "fuck baby." he groaned , using the pad of his thumb to rub on your clit. "im gonna cum." you whimpered, squeezing the base of his cock. "sh..shit me too." you both moaned as you both came at the same time.
"turn on your side love , i need to be inside you. "
—{🍰}... CHENLE ⋮ sleepover !
since chenle doesn't live in the dorms he often comes over to have "sleepovers" in your room.
chenle pushed inside of you from behind. "fuck , chenle!" you bit down on his pillow as his hips rutted against your ass. "fuck arch your back some more." he pushed down on your back , hitting a different angle like that. "oh fuck , you're so deep." you moaned as he fucked into you faster. "who wouldn't thought our sweet little _ likes having her back blown out by her own members , look at you all fucked out." he groaned against your ear , biting your shoulder. "ch..chenle im gonn- not yet." he yanked your hair.
"we have off tomorrow im fucking you until you can't walk."
—{🍰}... JISUNG ⋮ watching a movie !
watching different movies in your room became a thing you and jisung do every week after all your schedules.
jisung's head was thrown back against the headboard , the movie long forgotten as your mouth swallowed around his cock. "oh fuck you took me all the way." you hummed around his cock , pulling off , just sucking on his tip to tease him. "no..no teasing." he gritted his teeth, making your hair into a make-shift ponytail, pushing you all the way back down on his cock. "fuck your throat is squeezing my cock im gonna -fuck- im gonna cum , im gonna cum down your throat." he held your head down, you breathed through your nose as he came , pulling you off his cock , breathless and still hard as he pulling you up into his lap.
"i want you to ride my cock now."
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A Man has Needs part 1
This will hopefully be a short thing, maybe three or four parts. Silly with a small dash of angst for flavor. Also someone needs to stop me from starting new stories, instead of indulging my insanity.
Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny)
It had been an exhausting Friday, people were out celebrating the weekend and payday both. To top it off it was prime petty crime weather too with no rain. It was a patrol that would never end. Crime Alley had really lived up to its name tonight.
Jason was exhausted. Not because anything had been particularly challenging or dangerous, but it had just been one very long night of constant stupid little crimes.
It was five in the morning and his bed was calling him. He’d already stashed his gear in storage on the roof and he was so close to being home he could practically feel the soft sheets, the promise of sleep. The open bathroom window was a bother when he was this tired. Maybe he should have just gone down to the street and walked in the door, but keys also seemed like such a bother right now and more stairs… No, window was fine, he was in.
Bed. Now.
He bumped into something outside the bathroom door. Fuzzily he looked down to see a moving box - odd. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, he’d deal with that in the morning. Bed, comfort, safe.
He stumbled into the bedroom when it turned out the door wasn’t properly shut just pushed mostly closed.
Okay check list. Boots off. What else? Pants off, shirt off. He’d pick up in the morning. Did he forget anything? Toothbrush. He glanced backwards halfheartedly, he’d already left the bathroom; bed was right there.
The bed won. Tomorrow he would deal with teeth.
Tomorrow…
He crawled under the sheets. Warm and nice and safe and mmmmh he snuggled closer to the source, breathing in mint and something biting like frosty morning air. His nose buried into soft short hair and breathed in deep again. Good. Amazing. Safe. Sated.
Sleep.
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Danny turned and stretched with a yawn. He frowned when something held him into place. Must have gotten himself caught in the sheets again. It wasn’t a problem, he just slipped away intangibly, rolling to the edge of the bed to reach blindly for the night table.
Where was the phone? It took him a moment but finally it connected with his hand.
He groaned when he saw the time, it was nearly midday. Jazz would frown at him for already messing his sleep schedule up, but he’d just wanted to get as much set up in his apartment as possible, that had to be an okay excuse? He turned back on his back and looked at the light dancing across the ceiling from the light breeze moving the curtains. 

Okay time to get up. He had another day of unpacking today.
He got out and stretched absently. He turned around intending to make his bed if only to look responsible for when Jazz would come later to see the apartment.
He turned and promptly clapped his hands over his mouth to contain the frightened scream.
There was a guy in his bed! How was there a guy in his bed?! Ancients, what the fuck?!
Wait.
Danny tilted his head, eyes trailed down the muscular and scarred back, to a well shaped butt, which the tight boxers did very little to hide, and then those thighs!
There was a hot guy in Danny’s bed!
Focus Danny. He shook his head and slapped himself for good measure. That wasn’t what was important right now - though those thighs… Ancients, Danny would happily die again crushed by them.
No!
What was important was somehow there was a (hot) stranger in his bed. Danny had not invited him, of that he was sure. He had been unpacking yesterday, there had been no consumption of ghost zone alcohol yesterday, which could otherwise explain the lack of memory.
Which meant the guy had for some reason entered Danny’s apartment and slept with him - in the boring ordinary sense, Danny lamented this fact quietly for a moment.
Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t woken up, he slept, well, like the dead. The only thing that would wake him was very loud noises (like his alarm or his Dad’s inside voice) or occasionally his ghost sense.
It wasn’t even that Danny was surprised to find a bedmate. It was rare that Danny slept alone these days. He was, no matter how you put it, a very powerful ghost and he gave off a lot of good concentrated ambient ectoplasm.
Sometime last year the blobs and animal ghosts in Amity had started to join him every now and then when he slept. According to Frostbite it wasn’t so strange. They fed on the energy he gave off and also benefitted from his presence, which apparently radiated safety.
At first he’d been woken up by his ghost sense every time, but he’d gotten to a point where he just subconsciously dismissed the sense when the ghosts in question didn’t have ill intentions.
So Danny wasn’t surprised he wasn’t alone. He’d expected a bit more time to pass before whatever weak ghosts might be around figured out he was here, but you don’t wake up six days out of seven with cuddly animal ghosts in your bed and get surprised by it.
No, Danny was surprised by the fact that it was a guy. A human. A person. With muscled arms and- Oh, Danny realized cheeks heating up, that probably hadn’t been the sheets he’d been stuck in earlier.
Danny covered his face with his hands and groaned in despair.
Why was there a guy in his bed? Why couldn’t there be a guy in his bed for normal reasons? Danny would have brought this guy to his bed for normal bringing a guy to bed reasons.
He crawled onto the bed intending to wake the stranger, but as he reached out for the guy’s shoulder he turned leaning into the touch and sighed like the weight of the world had just lifted off his shoulders.
Danny was frozen, staring at the point of contact. He could sense it now: the man’s malnourished ghost core.
Danny swallowed thickly, suddenly seeing the many scars on the man’s back in a different light and that pure white streak in the otherwise black hair, it all seemed so obvious now.
The man was a halfa, or halfa adjacent. Because that was definitely warm human flesh underneath Danny’s hand.
So incredibly, unbelievably, absurdly this was essentially the same situation as usual, except not at all, because this was a person. Humanoid ghosts and ghosts with human-like or above intelligence didn’t do this. There were social conventions in place and not to mention they were usually powerful enough on their own to not need the ectoplasm.
But this guy was malnourished. He probably never had a good stable source of ectoplasm to properly develop his metabolism. Also to Danny’s metaphysical senses he smelled like he’d done the ghostly equivalent of dumpster diving to survive. Danny’s ectoplasmic aura had to be like the siren call of a buffet table.
Shit.
New plan. Danny was not gonna embarrass the poor guy. The situation was weird enough as it was. Danny was just gonna act like this was normal. Danny woke up with guests practically every day.
This was a person, not an animal, therefore petting was out of the question, so coffee.
Coffee was normal to offer guests. Also Danny needed coffee. He nodded to himself in satisfaction and floated off the bed to enter his combined kitchen and living room. The coffee machine was the first thing he got set up yesterday, clearly smart of past Danny.
It wouldn’t be long before his guest awoke with Danny no longer in the room to supply passive ectoplasm.
Maybe his human stomach wanted food too?
Oo o oO
Jason woke up with his head and nose buried in a pillow that smelled wonderful and comfortable somehow. He breathed in deep, catching mint and that biting cold he vaguely remembered from last night. Now, however he wasn’t dead on his feet, he was awake, more rested than he remember feeling for a long time and his brain connected the details into very alarming facts:
This was not his pillow. This was not his bed.
He sat up, quickly taking in the bare white walls and the stack of emptied and flattened moving boxes leaning against the wall next to a built-in closet.
This was very much not his apartment.
There was a noise of a cupboard clanging shut and Jason’s head snapped to the door that was open just a crack; he was not alone.
Shit.
He jumped out of bed, bending his knees upon impact to soften the sound. He needed to leave. Where was his clothes? His gaze darted around and he hurried to pick up his discarded items of clothing as he found them. Somehow one of his boots had ended up under the bed.
Quickly he pulled on the jeans and the shirt, was he wearing a jacket yesterday? He didn’t remember. Boots on and then he was going out the window- except there was the scent of coffee and something in the air. What was that smell?
He found himself moving to the door instead. The door squeaked as he pulled it open and he froze, hand still on the door handle, when the sound drew the attention of the young man in the kitchen.
His hair was black and sleep tousled, he had a slender athletic build and as he walked around the kitchen island bearing two cups it became apparent he was just wearing boxers. Jason’s inspection ended on his legs, which were admittedly very nice. When he looked back up he found the man standing a cautious distance away and a cute pink blush stretched all the way from his cheeks to his chest. Sky blue eyes looked up a him from underneath slightly frowning brows.
“So, you’re awake,�� the man opened with an admirable attempt at a smile considering the situation. There was a beat of silence in which Jason grasped for what to even say, then the man reached his hand forward offering one of the cups, “coffee?”
There were many a thing Jason could say or should say. Like, what the fuck? You’re just gonna offer the guy who broke into your apartment coffee? Or, I’m sorry I broke into your apartment (and bed!)? And, why do you sleep with your windows open and unlocked? This is freaking Crime Alley! Or, what is it that smells so good?
What he actually said was a quiet, “yes, please.”
The cup was warm in his hands as he sipped it. And clearly this was enough for the cute guy because his smile turned more real and he nodded to himself and walked back to the kitchen counter. Jason really hoped that didn’t mean the coffee was poisoned.
“Feel free to take a seat. I hope you like pop tarts, it’s kinda all that I have at the moment.” As if summoned the toaster made a swish noise popping up the tarts. 

Hesitantly Jason sat down at the small square table paired with two mismatched foldable chairs. He really should turn and jump out a window. There had to be some kind of reckoning coming. Maybe the guy really cared about hospitality and Jason would be questioned after the food? Maybe that’s what was going on.
But also strangely his gut was telling him he was safe here? He really had no clue what to do with that.

A paper plate with a pop tart was set down in front of him and after setting down his own pop tart and coffee the man joined him.
Jason was supremely aware of the few inches between their knees. This wasn’t a large table after all and if he moved just slightly they would be touching. But why would he want them to be touching? Why was it so tempting?
Jason clenched his hands firmly and stared down at the pop tart, with an intensity born of the fact that for some reason he had to focus on not knocking knees with a stranger.
“You look at that poor pop tart as if you think it’s gonna explode, that’s not actually what pop tart means, you know.”
Jason looked up at the guy in disbelief.
He rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah that was terrible I know.”
Silence stretched between them and clearly embarrassed the guy hastily took a sip of his coffee and a bite of his pop tart avoiding Jason’s gaze.
Guilt twisted in Jason’s chest, not only did he invade his home he was also making him uncomfortable. His only comfort was the fact that the guy clearly wasn’t afraid of him.
Jason started eating the pop tart. For whatever the reason breakfast was part of the script the guy had decided on to make an attempt at normalcy. What else was Jason to do? He hadn’t fled when he had the chance and-
Oh-
The guy had shifted in his chair, one of their knees were touching, there was a spark and it felt like something uncurled inside him, a weight lifted. Jason blinked. This was…Mint and frost was a sting in his nose, a fullness in his chest. Goose bumps ran along his arms, and it tingled all the way to his fingertips.
Jason snapped his head up, but the guy was just looking at his phone sipping his coffee. As if he couldn’t feel the cold electricity between them. There was no way he could sit like that if he felt it? Was Jason just imagining it? He shuddered and moved slightly, just enough that they weren’t touching and instantly he regretted it. The wave of longing was almost enough to make his vision black out.
The guy looked up with a frown. “You okay, man?”
“Fine,” Jason said hoarsely, desperately focusing on the half eaten pop tart and taking another bite.
When the pop tarts were eaten and the cups emptied the man stood and Jason matched him. Jason wasn’t sure what he expected to happen at this point but it certainly wasn’t the guy, to walk over to his front door with a casual, “well I should get ready for the day.”

It was a clear dismissal. An out for the whole strange situation. Jason stood up and walked over to the door.
The guy opened the door letting Jason out with a short electrifying clap on the back and a “Take care, man.”
Jason was left standing outside the door to the previously empty apartment 4A, several floors below Jason’s own top floor apartment. How did he ever mistake it for his own?
What was the deal with the guy’s touch and why did Jason crave it so desperately?
Unsettled. he started walking towards the stairwell. As he moved further away from the apartment the pull to go back lessened. It was still there, but it was replaced quickly by something else.
He felt rested, energized in a way he hadn’t felt in a long while. There was an urge to do something. He felt like he could take on the world - maybe even Sunday dinner at the manor tomorrow.
Jason laughed. Wouldn’t that surprise everyone?
He was so caught up in the euphoria of productivity and social interactions that didn’t go sour for the next couple of days, that he completely forgot about the strange Saturday morning.
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