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bitdemonic · 10 months

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date. may 29th, 2023

time. 3:16pm

—❝𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬. future spouse pac ✞ pics with them

𝐚𝐢𝐝. if the images above are too hard to differentiate between your intuition, use ‘pile 1, 2, 3, or 4’ for the choice selection instead. this reading has five piles and each pile is different in terms of context.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫. 18+ content—no minors. please remember, this post is just for shits and giggles. pinch a grain of salt and use the best of your discernment. i tend to write under the impression that majority of this content’s viewers are women however i read for both feminine and masculine energies. if needed to, please flip the roles as reversed for an accurate message. hope this reading is useful, but not for plagiarism bitch. enjoy.❦

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✞

🃏lovers. 5oc. magician↺. queen of pentacles↺. tower↺. strength↺ and peace.

let it be mentioned that the lovers card amplifies all of the energy that follows; def intense because i could feel it within the deck itself. pictures here are raw, they’re always unfiltered and passionate at w.e moment they’re taken. to me, y’all are the literal definition of ownership lmao so it’s hard not to notice the obsession with each another. y’all’s chemistry is def eye-catching, tantalizing to say the least. “mine.” there are resemblances between y’all, matching tattoos or even being mistaken for brother and sister. to put it in a nutshell, this is tongue kissing on the main and taunting old exes—it’s obvious there’s bomb ass sex with each other lmao, but more importantly there is devotion.

apart from posting on social media, there’s internet presence around y’all—could be popular influencers or just outright celebrities. possible youtube couple? very de’arra and ken vibes. either way, someone in the connection (if not both) went or will go viral. the tower in retrograde, this is a specific picture at a specific point in time; it even has the potential to be life changing. “break the internet.” attention that brings problems ngl. sure someone’s jealous ex, but apart from them there is so much outside negativity towards the feminine. people are pissed when she comes across their feed, but only because they secretly want to be her. queen of coins in retrograde; envy that simmers from deep within until it becomes hatred or outer turmoil. seeing pics sent in groupchats, hate comments from spam accounts, posting on close friends—her presence triggers insecurities and people hurt under pressure. black moon lilith. as delusional as it sounds, this is an eerie situation to be in fr so be mindful.

the masculine doesn’t stand a chance omg, the feminine is deadass the star of the show. represented as the queen of wands, she’s outshining tf out of him without even trying lmao. glamorization of what the masses can see, which undeniably is her beauty. this is “off guard” pretty, bad pictures just simply don’t exist. if y’all wear makeup, it’s very complimented—the blending and baking, or contour and highlighter are a ten. this even pertains to the first paragraph, how someone here is in the public eye, because pictures of her are taken unbeknownst due to her appearance. the magician in retrograde signifies fan cams, video edits, and pinterest boards—there’s also editorials and photoshop? mentions of an aesthetic came in, or “neptune.”

all in all, this couple has magnetism and attracts opportunities due to their pictures. def some gorgeous people, it was noted that y’all’s face cards elite lmao. however, y’all have to be cautious because taboo-ism is prone to happen as well. such as scamming or catfishing, things that could cause detriment to future occasions. outsiders are the issue here, they’ll def try to bank off on y’all’s identities. something could or could’ve already happened with a certain picture? “controversy.” the response to it is fifty-fifty; half who are defending and half who are criticizing. “stans” and a “fandom” are involved.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭��

❦— from behind. the masculine will tower behind the feminine (no matter the height), engulfing her in a bear hug or whatever else to imply their presence. head buried in her neck, hands wrapped around her waist—this also denotes their possessiveness as partners together.

❦— pretty teeth. big big smiles here, the goofy grins and shut eyes. y’all countdown before taking a picture but numerous times because y’all can never be serious lmao. fingers in mouth type smiley faces.

❦— beauty queen. this is more-so on the feminine’s behalf, she’s the one that’s always ready for a picture and the one always asking someone to take one of her. being photogenic is one of her best features to date. no matter if y’all agree, but i’m def seeing the face of a model.

❦— cancer. this made me think of ariana grande and her husband dalton, their pic outside with the moon behind them. this is pictures in that same setting, or at least taking them during the nighttime. 8pm thru 5am. stargazing together is here too.

❦— taurus. this actually alludes to more than one thing. the masculine is a gift giver, i pulled the “sugar daddy” card for them in particular. they def have big bucks, or at least enough to gift you the finer things in life. they’ll spoil you for fun and in turn you’ll show off what they bought you—new toys lol. pics of the “next big thing” (vacation views, receipts or tickets, cars, etc). smell goods are specific, perfumes or colognes.

“glutton” corresponds with taurus as well—someone in this connection loves to chow down, meaning tons of food cameos in their (own) pictures. they’ll pose funnily; mid-chew or with a bunch of food stuffed in their mouth to be annoying lol. little dorky things like putting an orange peel in their mouth before they smile.

❦— do not disturb. pretty self-explanatory, but for y’all this seems to be alone time from the world. this reminded me of travel, but i channeled that this is to each others hometowns. this could be an interracial connection, mentions of cultural traditions and differences.

❦— naked bodies. the feminine’s chest is significant, something about that area in particular that the masculine loves. there’s pics of them fondling or sucking on her nipples, playing with them even. someone’s v-line is here, plus a hand going up their abdomen. the masculine’s bare ass is source material too, those pics are for funsies.

❦— topping. this could obviously mean they’re a daddy dom in general lmao, but if not it just means the masculine will be hunched over or “taller” than the feminine. she’ll be lower than him, as in he’s standing and she’s sitting or she’s laying down beneath him. sex-wise this is them doing it from behind or being on top quite literally.

❦— foreplay. tbh this one is vague, but i still wanted to put it in bc why tf not. this is while y’all are in the moment, or while someone is teasing the other before actual intercourse. pictures of them while they’re giving you hickies, or while they’re pulling at your underwear to give you oral. somebody’s an ass muncher too so expect pics of that lmaooo.

❦— sloppy. no but yes iykyk😂 this is more on the pic itself, how it won’t be organized or captured clearly during sexual moments. like if you’re pleasuring them and have them take a picture, it’ll just come out fucked and unfocused because they’re fucked and unfocused. kinda what would’ve been the perfect shot if y’all weren’t so “distracted”.

brooklyn and nicola peltz-beckham (hot ass names) are the perfect couple example for this pile. their expressiveness together is subtle, yet loud enough that we know they’re each other’s one and only. regardless of how long the relationship lasts, we’ll remember the fact that they were ultimately made for each other.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ✞

🃏king of cups. princess of cups. 2oc. 5op↺. 8oc↺. rest and comfort.

this spread screams emotional depth, it’s haunting as hell but not in a bad way—in a way that’ll pull your soul into its deep abyss. hypnotic almost. this is “grow old together” love, i can literally feel the years in my bones. these are moments that you can’t help but reminisce on, pictures that are saved or bookmarked because they’re so very special. their essence is felt and appreciated, enough that there’ll be tears of happiness. lmao this is going to sound corny, but this connection’s energy reminds me of a warm blanket. like milk and cookies on the sofa, or a kiss goodbye from grandma. it’s just so snug, i can’t even put into words how safe i feel right now. how libras are sweet and tender, fragile enough to shatter if you aren’t gentle—this is softness at its finest.

[TW] substance abuse could’ve been an reoccurring issue in this relationship, or at least a bad problem. the five of pentacles being in retrograde was an indication of sobriety to me, along with the image of somebody holding their own sobriety chip with a smile—not for everyone, but pictures under this circumstance are meant to remember the past without having to revisit the pain. “encouragement.” it’s apparent at this point lmao, but the sweetest captions known to man are found here. paragraph after paragraph, an everflowing stream of appreciation for your partner. endearing birthday posts are significant, along with sweet nothings in the comments omg y’all are sapsss. if i had to put it in words, “smol” or “wubs” come to mind before anything else omg y’all are sapssssss.

there are before and after pictures with each other (childhood friends, neighbors, friend of a friend, etc.) because again “growing old iem together”, there’s a sense of watching each other through the years. feeling the vibe of them being around as kids, transitioning into adulthood then getting closer as grownups. if not tho, this is someone that you’ll literally feel at home with; they are home to be real. this is a person that’s familiar, regardless of if they’re new or not. y’all are going to be glued to each other’s side until death. similarities are here, but in the sense of same environment or same social circle. i’m also getting similar taste in hobbies, music, and clothing. meditation or gym pics are common, promoting balance and wellbeing is a shared interest. personalities in general, ya’ll coordinate so very well. no wonder people linger longer than they need to—they’re wanting to see what’s next with the world’s cutest couple. also because y’all are walking enigmas and it threatens them lmao.

the attributes of venus sums up y’all’s pictures together. they’re beautiful, and are the literal definition of a thousand words. i channeled date night, but this came to being in the kitchen most of the time. y’all love to cook together, or to be in the kitchen at the same time to goof off and be annoying. dinner at home happens frequently, i’m seeing someone set the table while the other chops vegetables and stirs the pot. there’s pictures of handwritten love letters or random bouquets of flowers, things that tend to sweeten life with them a little more than before. this is def “fell in love with my best friend”, even as a photo caption lol. friends in general are around y’all—drunk nights at the bar, group poses in front of an amusement park, eating edibles and doing vlogs, etc. a lot of moments with your future spouse include people y’all are close with as a couple (siblings, co-workers, group of friends). nostalgia is the overall vibe here. pictures together feel good and “homey”.

extra mentions because i can’t even get over this pile, this is my favorite one out of all of them. it just feels how a polaroid looks, but in the sense of being in love? i just keep seeing the little things🥹 walking alongside the beach, kissing in the photo booth, building a gingerbread house, picking their nose even lmao. wow ya’ll have custom fridge magnets too. i didn’t get that pics of them were frequent on social media, more so because they’re too special to share. this pile values their privacy so pictures aren’t taken with the thought of anyone else in mind, they’re very cherished. i did channel emotional milestones being posted (pregnancy, marriage, moving in, etc.) and i do see their own certified spot on your page (photo dumps, page highlights, name in bio). kinda like a virtual museum of their love to you and your love to them.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

❦— them. a potent photo trait is literally your fs lmao, they’re lowkey walking art. something about their facial features or structure are resemblant to a god’s—very pretty people, and we photograph them as such. capturing them from their good angles with the best lighting, it’s flattering. people stop breathing when they see these pictures.

❦— b&w. these are heartwarming pictures, ones that are wholesome enough to frame and hang on the walls. i’m seeing pinkies being intertwined and eskimo kisses, innocence personified. closeups of someone covering their face and hiding their smile, but peeking through their fingers to see the camera cuteee.

❦— work. big thing here, it was mentioned three times. y’all could have an online business together, one that encourages or promotes positivity (self affirmations, fundraisers, products, etc.) it could be popular, there’s succession (passed down thru generations) and a sense of being stable despite y’all being new owners.

there’s also “goodbye” and “big city”, working creates long distance travel which means the time y’all usually spend together gets split in half. someone has to leave frequently and for long periods of time, this in turn creates photo dumps (which are so common here lol) and extra long captions.

❦— hermit mode. take a shot for each time i’ve said something’s cute lmao but this is so cute. so these are pics at home or in comfortable environments, in matching onesies or facial masks. just very big kid vibes, y’all even build pillow forts to sleep in them awww. this is peace and quiet with each other.

❦— phone. i channeled facetime and audio messages, “listen to me.” ya’ll spend hours upon hours on the phone. no matter if it’s meaningful convo or a simple check in, y’all will talk all day until your mouths go dry. taking screenshots of their goofy messages (hilarious btw) while falling asleep on the phone, y’all can’t get enough of each other. this is someone that will listen to and send songs that remind them of you, creating playlists that y’all will listen to together.

❦— landscapes. beautiful views with them, emphasis on beautiful. orange sunsets, mossy green hills, glittered night skies. blooming gardens or snowcapped peaks, nature as a whole is prominent but def within photos. a “secret” code is here; if someone isn’t in the picture entirely, their stuff will be so that we know they’re around. (car keys or a phone, initials in the sand, half-eaten food etc.)

❦— guess what? “we just fucked.” lame i know lmaoooo but this is what y’all do, leave writing on foggy windows or wet handprints against shower glass. it could be wet stains on the bed, bite marks on the thighs—anything goes to snitch on y’all selves tbh. even seeing red scratches across someone’s back, yet they grin with a thumbs up.

❦— nudes. if your person is a male, pictures of their wand are reoccurring. very reoccurring lmao, whether it’s sent from them or taken by you. specifically pictures of your hand wrapped around their wand after they’ve🥛 but there’s videos too, more of the oral part before the finish lmao. this is on the feminine’s phone in particular, she has a hidden folder in her camera roll just for these.

❦— home videos. y’all have beautiful sex together, as in pleasure that’s meant to be on film fr. emotions and passion at an all time high, it’s as if the walls were painted in y’all’s intimacy. “aesthetes.” so much thought and effort are put into the final product—props and low lighting, burning candles, background music. it’s a movie scene, even down to the settings that resemble paintings.

❦— the fool. it’s normal for nsfw pics to happen outside; in nature or in public spaces. wild cards fr, you’ll end up doing it anywhere and everywhere (oral included). no regard for the law or peeping toms either, y’all get too wrapped up in each other care. this is in restrooms, at parking lots, on beaches, etc. just don’t get caught lmao.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ✞

🃏queen of cups↺. 6os↺. 5op. 10op↺. 9oc. cleanse and ideation↺.

i want to mention that i noticed a dime while shuffling—this made me think “a dime a dozen” or “diamond in the rough.” this is on the fs’s part, they put you on a pedestal. you’re a trophy to them, the winning prize, someone that they’re so proud to experience and witness in their everyday glory. no one in the world reminds them of you, you’re indifferent and cherishable. your own person. channeled that this is evident in their eyes—in pictures you’ll notice a glimmer or glint, even the admiration on their face. in awe of all that is you.

these are photos that can’t be shared, ones that are kept secret and stowed under passwords. “your eyes only.” this energy is very secretive, very “shhhh” and it seems to be a double edged sword situation. this pile’s future spouse has an outside relationship, someone they’re involved with despite their attachment to you. it’s shitty because y’all truly have a bomb ass connection but the secrecy behind it overshadows the love. the emperor in retrograde, their control over the situation is a nuance to the issue. the problem lies in their dismissal of reality, life outside of the fantasy they’ve created. pertaining to them leaving their current partner, it’s no negotiation on how or when to do it. they want to leave on their own time, but you’re not a fan of that sentiment because it’s tiring. this person is so matter of fact tho lmao, they say “deal with it or don’t.”

ngl i do see this as possessiveness, but it’s not as terrible as it seems. the circumstance could obviously be better, but as far as their intentions go it’s never out of spite. it sounds confusing because yes this is a love triangle, but truthfully they’re more invested in what y’all have. there’s just no forward action after the fact which screams lack of accountability due to their pride and ego. despite their leo placements (trust me), this person emulates the cowardly lion and his fear of courage, particularly their refusal to come clean and cut ties. with cleanse and ideation being contrasting colors (red and blue i.e. hot and cold), moments of passion turn into missed calls and ghosting. long periods on their end, on and off or up and down, because they don’t want to accept defeat—being in love.

these photos remind me of a mask, one that hides the truth behind wide smiles and kissy faces. it’s a lot going on within this connection and tbh that aspect is more evident than anything in the camera. despite their emotional response to you, i did channel that they have the tendency to forget you’re human lmao. not in a weird disrespectful sense, but that you’re an item they want to keep “all alone and only needing me.” it seems unhinged but again this isn’t with ill intent, it’s a claim for them. “competition” and i’m channeling flavor flav’s dating show—this is an ego (leo) thing for sure because of course this person has insecurities revolving your other options. this is such a situationship lmao but i don’t think it’s all bad, just some major inner reflection is needed. i will say that pile three’s energy was quiet, this seems to be withdrawal from dealing with old patterns and that’s valid.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

❦— photobomb. this person is alwaysssss interrupting personal pictures lmao and with no shame too. i’m getting so many random instances of them, nine times out of ten they’ll be in the background of whatever is taken. channeling live photos specifically; you’re posing in the mirror as they walk in to bother you lmao. they start to grab at your waist to give you a kiss, but you’re laughing and squealing instead. they’ll have moments as such, but their gestures are significant (middle fingers, expressive faces, waving at the camera etc.)

❦— scorpio. very sexy, secluded energy is significant. for obvious reasons it’s borderline sneaking around, so the air of enticement is always there. “risqué.” there’s something about the lighting that adds to this dynamic, either lowering brightness or dimming the contrast (me coded) to “seduce” or add mystique. also it just looks better lmao.

❦— three of wands. specific so it’s not for all, but someone in this connection is either bisexual or bi-curious. this could even point to a polygamous or open relationship because i’m seeing threesomes or kissing people of the same sexual orientation. maybe even doing things with this person’s outside connection(s), it was mentioned. this didn’t come off as a photo trait but i still put it in lmao take what resonates.

❦— thin ice. one or the other are using their partner’s state of vulnerability as a quote unquote mindfuck😭 this is when they’re upset (yelling, crying, silent treatment etc). i even see someone sticking up their middle finger as their person spams a bunch of pictures. “aw you mad?” this seems to be the fs’s game of choice and it’s irritating bc sometimes they can’t read the room lmao.

❦— honey. this lands since together y’all seem to be hot and sticky, but turn out sweet at the same time. your person’s teasing and childish antics tie into this too (sticky), they’ll send pictures of things they ordered for you or send money to make up for upsetting you.

❦— hot. honey hot lmaoo don’t unfollow me yet. “turn me on” and “sexy sexy” came out, pretty self explanatory. i could see the energy if anything, y’alls energies are intense af. it’s like looking at porn in the form of a couple, very cunt tbh (i hate myself). sexual innuendos come from this too—grabbing crotches but it’s not in view, peeking at them from under the sheets, biting fingers or being choked.

❦— aquarius. very unserious couple lmaooo (take a shot for each lmao lmao), ya’ll are so silly together. this is milk mustaches, cheek biting, sniffing armpits, clenching butts—literally anything dumb. fun environments or dates that require being active, ones that are out the box or outside comfort zones. rock climbing, bungee jumping, parasailing, rooftop golf, riding atvs etc. veryyy fun pics.

❦— evidence. i didn’t want to include this because i don’t encourage it but we move. whatever pics come out of this specific part, they’re going to be vile. just outright nasty lmao and it’s for a reason. this is def ammunition for the feminine, this is her weapon for those that try to sabotage this relationship out of spite or competition. saved for “rainy days.” this is one leo ass pile😭

❦— aphrodite. because you’re breathtaking, they’ll catch you in the moments of being “free” or at ease. like when you’re getting undressed for a shower or when you’re glowing after great sex. capturing minuscule details that only a lover would notice, they see true beauty even when you aren’t attempting to be.

❦— nudes. the feminine is naughty oooo. “invisible ink.” she’s sending nudes like invitations lmao, but on the occasion that y’all have been separated for too long. wants to show her partner what they’ve been missing, or at least what they can’t have. “look since you can’t touch.” it’ll be torture too lmao, she’s def dolled up and posing in whatever’s sheer to flaunt her goods.

when it comes to sexual media in general, y’all are always on the same page. whenever, wherever, however—it’s always reciprocated because it’s always wanted lmao, it’s exciting and keeps things fun. sexting at work, whispering dirty talk into the phone, masturbation videos before noon etc. admiration of each other’s bodies is here; heart emojis and words of affirmation.

❦— queen of coins. this is value during pleasure, goddess treatment when it comes to bedroom activities. tbh if y’all stared at them long enough it’d just get y’all hot and bothered for more. i’m channeling that your person will dead send money in return for being blessed omg. roleplay and cosplay were mentioned, y’all go shopping for new costumes or items together.

had to mention because it kept reoccurring whenever i edited this specific pile—i kept repeating lmao after certain sentences or wanted to put in dumb shit for comedic presence, and i wanted to be blunt with this pile so bad because y’all felt so bestie. this was so y’all’s fs lmao idk who they are but they’re nothing but jokes, a pure clown at heart. i thought it was cute because i interpreted it as y’all being so connected that even when y’all are far apart y’all are still so close.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 ✞

🃏5os↺. 2ow↺. 3oc. the hermit. the magician↺. flow↺ and growth.

off bat it seems that pictures didn’t come into fruition for a while, at least three-five months tops. “no sudden movements.” resistance and ghosting are here, someone is running from the connection out of fear. the hermit card means that they’re scared of stepping outside their comfort zone to take a risk. not even in a negative way it’s just that they’re terrified lmao. this is def bestfriends to lovers but there’s turtle movement around the union coming together—that same someone doesn’t want to ruin the friendship. they don’t know this obviously, but y’all are actually a divine union. “ancient” so this could be souls from a past life coming together again. “grounded as human beings.” this is so slow burn tho lmao i can deadass see a tree starting to grow but in slowww motion.

this person fantasizes heavyyy about taking passionate photos with you, but again y’all are nowhere near that level of commitment yet. pretty sure this reading’s timeline is during the beginning or middle of y’all’s friendship since there’s so many downloads about comfortability and not wanting to mess up. they’re fighting temptation so bad it’s wild lmao, they’ve never felt this strongly about someone—let alone a friend. red hearts are in their eyes whenever you’re near, but they’ll still turn away to avoid facing the truth of their feelings. it’s annoying to them too lmao, queen of cups represents the emotional pull your presence has on them. to be caught up in the depths of inner reflection is so outside themselves and yet here they are.

someone else is involved with the pacing of this connection. the three of cups being pulled is representative as a person or situation outside of y’all, one that they’re incapable of leaving though they’re desperate to. “can’t.” something about being bound (marriage, children, parents, religion etc.) is the reason why. whichever or whatever it is, unfortunately it’s not an easy fix. their energy is obviously the most prominent and that’s because they’re yearning for this idea of becoming more, they just hate that blockages exist and are effective. you’re a literal pleasure to be around, they wish to easily accept and embrace all that you should offer. channeled tupac’s love letter to jada and how he wrote, “you bring me 2 climax without sex.” beautiful ass words from him btw, but in correspondence to your person this is what they’d say about you too. it’s a lot to relish in and it’s prob not obvious, but they do worship the very ground you walk on. admiration, adoration, appreciation in every way possible. honorable mention, your future spouse loves talking to you. general conversation is nice, but y’all peel off the layers of topics that are taboo or undiscussed. the conversation will reach the very ends of the earth just to double back again for more.

didn’t realize until now that pics together weren’t mentioned that much because this person had some things to say instead lmao. it’ll start off discreet, sneaking photos of you from behind or getting them walking past your table. this is cute considering the reading was mainly from fs’s perspective, but you’re the one that’s taking “accidental” pictures of them first. and when this person happens to take “accidental” pictures too, they won’t ever delete them. keepsakes. those accidents soothe the big fat secret crushes y’all have on each other. y’all are literally 🩷 in human form, or puppy love as a couple. very cute like i’m squealing for y’all.

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❦— spam. “123” was pulled twice, but instead of countdowns i channeled multiple pictures at once. getting in each other’s faces for the fun of it, catching them off guard or at their “worst” to be silly lol. i see y’all picking out the most embarrassing ones and saving them to y’all’s favorites.

❦— beyoncè. “middle fingers up, put them hands high.” boy do y’all love this gesture lmaooo this is def in almost every pic if not all. i did hear until it’s used with direct intent then the rest of the song came in😭 this is a jab at their on and off behavior, y’all have periods of being beefed out bc of it.

❦— hair. someone’s hair is prominent, could be curly? if not it’s still apart of photos together, it’s even a prop sometimes. very nice hair, bold or beautiful. this is using strands of hair for mustaches or pretending to eat it with wide eyes lmao.

❦— taurus. could be food pics as well, but i channeled netflix and chill vibes. lounging around with y’all’s legs on the other or using chests as pillows. y’all send screenshots of movie favorites (actors and directors, behind the scenes, monologues etc.) or of movie knickknacks. seeing pics at comic-con and animals in character costumes. movie funko pops or figurines too.

❦— venusian. this is someone that will always always always compliment you before, after, or during a picture. if you ask them to take one of you, you’ll notice how fucking long it takes them to do it. i’m seeing them look back and forth, from you to the camera, because “wow you’re real.” gorgeous too. taken aback for sure but they’ll hide it behind witty little remarks. “wow you actually look nice today” but instead it’s the shittiest attempt at hiding what they really want to say.

❦— old friend. waving hello or goodbye, someone is doing this to the other as they come closer or farther away. pictures while they’re walking, seeing small smiles and timid hands. sweet gestures are significant, followed by blushing cheeks or shy eye contact.

❦— baby. this🥹 this is literally y’all’s aesthetic in most pictures. it’s like looking at puppies and kittens, how your whole demeanor goes soft and you can’t stop saying “awww.” tenderness is always there and it’s shown—forehead kisses, tracing noses, wearing each other’s shirts or hoodies, hugs from behind etc.

❦— boobies and more boobies. boobies.

❦— fluids. horrendous ass word but these are pics of 🥛 or 🧃 on each other’s faces. releasing on your lower body, or you’ll get them drenched in yours. if this person has a wand, i’m seeing it lodged in your mouth or being tapped across your cheek. this includes (loud and expressive🤭) self-masturbation on their end as well.

❦— condiments. yessss this is them putting whip cream on your neck to suck it off or pouring syrup into your belly button and licking it out. not food but ice cubes were mentioned too, dragging it along your body or kissing it into your mouth. plus they’re delicate with it. these are vids more than pics, but nonetheless y’all hot af lmao.

❦— lingerie. high quality, as in lace corsets and beaded garters that give off haute couture. getting the vibe of something expensive, and it doesn’t have to be but y’all not wearing nothing cheap lmao. doe or siren eyes in the camera, along with lewd poses and provocative faces.

❦— hotttt. vids of them taking control or dirtying you up real good since they’re on camera🥵 rough and nasty, crying and begging type shit. i’m hearing taunting or a tone of condescendence while they pound harder and deeper wow. very raw and disgusting i love it. choking and spitting even, they’re extremely intense when they want to be and you’re going to love it lmao.

❦— aftercare. capturing each other’s naked bodies, either rubbing against one another or winding down after a round. this is when it’s all said and done, when y’all are out of breath and exhausted from banging each other’s brains out lmao. but it could also be the slower part of intercourse, where y’all still “attached” but it’s coming to an end. bro y’all are hot af😭

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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✞

🃏5ow. 10ow↺. death↺. 4os↺. 9ow. 2os↺. space and passion.

starting with the cards space and passion, this pile def has to tiptoe around the concept of taking photos with their fs. whoever they are, there’s disapproval around them being romantically involved with you. channeled “good girl gone bad” and it reminds me of the preacher’s daughter who turned out to be someone different than expected. with death in retrograde, that’s literally what i just said lmao—fated transformation will occur during this person and after. matter of fact, all of the cards in reverse represent the people whom are trying to lure you back into who you “used to be.” these people fear your transformation because they think it’s happening under the circumstance of pleasing your future spouse and not for personal gain. something tells me this is family talking opposed to public influence or nosey exes, and i also feel like you’re without a voice here. people don’t hear you out even when you try to speak up? with the nine of wands, you’re incessantly being put in positions where your beliefs are challenged as an adult, but this could stem from childhood as well. chiron in the 3rd, lillith in the 4th, and mercury in the 12th could be significant.

going back to this person, they give me first vibes. not in the sense of losing virginities or love and heartbreak, but your first sexual awakening. the aura around pictures with them are intense enough to be sexy but the dark and brooding type that’s why i made the assumption of this being the opened door to devotion. this feels like sex magick lmao, you’ll feel bonded to them whether it was before or after the first time. you’ve never been this infatuated before and if you think you have, no you haven’t. this is going to sound lame lmao but y’all’s energy feels like my persona on here, the profile pic and username. kourtney kardash and travis barker are a better example since they’re an actual couple. y’all are like them, not their entire relationship but the aesthetic they share and how in lust they are. don’t hate me either but i’m picking up on how kourtney pretty much changed her whole look to match travis’s vibe, this is that too (don’t do that tho, be yourself baby).

lmao let me again mention that people are pissed at this union like real bad. of course they don’t necessarily matter considering this is your life, but funnily enough they want the best for you. don’t get me wrong, however way they go about expressing this could def be better but the intention isn’t to be assholes. four of swords in retrograde, their thoughts revolve around emotional stability and maturity—you’re too young for them (fs) in terms of naivety. “ticking time bomb.” there’s truth to this tho and ofc you’ll discover why that is once it’s time to. bringing up the nine of wands again, as a whole it turned out be an age gap—your person could be older and it doesn’t have to be a huge ass difference but it’s not subtle lmao. channeled the trope dbf!character x daughter!reader😭 ngl that sums up why there’s so much tsking around y’all being together. y’all better be of legal age, and please careful when old creeps come around because no.

ngl this seems to be a karmic relationship that comes with a profound lesson; don’t get discouraged either, this is going to bring in so much growth as a physical and spiritual being. this is meant to help you transition through life seamlessly, or at least without the mindset of giving up. this lesson seems to be made up of spiritual guidance bordering past wounds (relationship, childhood, generational etc.), a universal test that’ll heal the old and assist the new. you’re kicking people from the past back where they were left at, very intent on standing where your foot lands. beautiful baby, congrats to your future self!

extra notes because i had no space to fit them in with the other paragraphs. as i said earlier, people are against y’all’s connection but it’s not just your family members that try to intercept. “tabloids.” i think your future spouse may be in the public eye? i didn’t pick up on fame in particular, but there’s some type of attention on them that gets put on you. regardless, the situation brings a shitload of haters. it’s weird tbh because people don’t not like you but at the same time they do?😭 “bittersweet” came to mind and that’s replicant of this energy in a way? “you deserve better.” people want to save you from something they don’t think is worth your time, but then want to rub it in your face that they told you so? bro idk who this person is but they are notttt popular, people not fw them at all lmao. it’s negativity around them if anything but i just heard “bad publicity is still publicity”, maybe that image works for them.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

y’all must be special irl this pile is so different from the others lol—i didn’t pick up on photo traits but personality traits instead so i went with it. there’s no nsfw section for y’all because i didn’t pick up on that either, however there are four more piles for y’all to choose from!

❦— green eyes. this could be literal green eyes, but i felt more of an envious energy instead. surprise surprise the same people that hate on y’all’s relationship wish it could be theirs. people are jealous of what you’re getting with them, or “earning.” gifts and pretty things for being their spouse, it’s one of those dreams that everyone wants but only few have.

❦— king of wands. daddy warbucks himself, this person is for sure rich af. they’re someone with lots of power, lots of control, lots of fucking money lmao within their career. i don’t get that they’re ceo of wherever they work, but they have enough pull to take trips around the sun and bring you along too. “penthouse views” are included (obvi).

❦— honey. this person def has some seasoning to them, heavy dilf and silverfox vibes around their appearance. seeing a beard, low eyes, maybe even flannel shirts lmao. some of y’all have the twd cast (andrew lincoln, norman reedus, jeffrey dean morgan) and pedro pascal for face references. a rugged daddy basically😂

❦— cherries. maybe this is someone’s favorite fruit? this made me think of the tropics or places similar to the virgin islands. frequent flyer miles, traveling to visit warm beaches and clear coastal waters.

❦— hunter x chaser. this is such forty-year old energy lol it’s charming and that’s what they typically know best. your future spouse def got on your nerves with how much they kept hitting on you😂 not in a weird way, but in a way where they were intent on getting your name. i’m seeing phone number offers and warm smiles, crow’s feet around their eyes too. there is a sense of rejection here, but eventually you cave to their advances.

❦— 22. could be significant to y’all’s age gap, or maybe you’re this age at the time y’all meet. this number made me channel birthdays or special celebrations (anniversary, party, holiday etc). we’re aware of this person’s bank account lmao so it’s no surprise that they’re fond of spending whatever to throw the best whatever. “cover it all.” they’re the type to make things extra special and absolutely perfect for you, no matter the cost.

❦— awakening. this is in regards to you, how being with this person brought a rebirth that ultimately forced you to shed old skin. “Jesus.” major spiritual transitions, regardless of if you believe in higher power or not. this person is the catalyst to writing a new chapter of your life and thriving in it, you’ll be so powerful without the burden of dragging dead weight and opinions. ngl i don’t think your future spouse is meant to be longterm based on how important this transformation is for your story, i think you’ll realize that in the end. “it was fun while it lasted.” you’ll grow and reap your blessings.

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a tiger's dominion [1] • k.s.y.

“Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch.”

Pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader

Genres: porn with PLOT (minors dni!), camstars!au, university!au, best friends/idiots!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, a sprinkle of angst

Warnings: cam shows and camera sex obv, swearing, prolly fake myths about sex and stuff idk ignore it for plot pls fdksj, sort of mutual masturbation (m&f), reader wears hoshi's clothes, hoshi regards his viewers as females, pet names like kittens, pussycats, etc., degradation, hypothetical shower sex, mentions of breeding, b00bs <333, WAP lmao, sex toys (vibrator/dildo), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, me thinking I'm sooo funny and uhh as always lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 8.5k

A/N: I can't believe this is going to be my hoshi fic debut but that's what it is! Special thanks to marvelous @huiranghaes for reaching out and asking me to join the svthub collab and the lovely mushroom for letting me write in her place (this is for her honestly 🥺), please check out the other incredible works on the masterlists! Also special thanks to my darling bestie wife @onlymingyus for helping w/ the planning details, confidence boosting, and so much more! P.S. there are some fun cameos and crossovers scattered throughout, do lmk if you want in on one in future parts :D

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"Horang-HEY kittens," the man purrs — yes, purrs — voice low and gravelly. It's not a surprise, considering his dick is already out for all to see as he slowly begins jerking himself off. "How're my pretty lil pussycats doing this fine evening? Desperate for me already? Don't be shy 'cause I'm already leaking for you."

You inhale sharply through your nose as comments flash rapidly across the screen. You can practically hear the pings of monetary value that just have to be pouring through even though you're on the other side of the camera. Reminding yourself that this is a recording, you wiggle the mouse and skip ahead.

"Whoa, wait! What are you doing?" A voice screeches in a different register but it's similar enough tone to the one echoing from your speakers.

With a frown, you look down at the hand that shot out to grab your own. It seems inconceivable to think that the tiny fingers over yours are the same ones wrapped around the red, hard cock dripping with pre-cum in the video. Perhaps that's why it looks so... big. It's the only explanation you'll accept.

You regret glancing once more at your laptop's paused screen because the smirk displayed right before it cuts off at the top now plays on the lips of the man sitting next to you.

"You're gonna miss all the good stuff!"

"I'm not missing anything, Soonyoung. You cam and you're a dude. I'm sure there's nothing new here that I haven't seen before."

The silver-haired man gasps, scandalized. "You think I'm unoriginal. Me. 0riginalTiger69? The one and only Hoshi? Hah! What would you know? You said you don't even watch porn."

"I don't. Why would I need to use anything to get off when I can simply turn on the camera and have everyone watch me instead?"

"So you're only horny when you cam? You never, like, do it alone? Watch some things here and there."

"These days? Not really, don't need to."

Soonyoung shakes his head. "Wow..."

"I'm not insatiable, goofball. Sure I watched livestreams when I first started for some inspo but now... well, you'll find out your stamina can only peak for so long."

"I have incredible stamina, thank you very much. My kittens love it. Salivate over it. Something you'd know if you watch any of my videos."

"Which I'm not going to," you sigh, "and you did not just say kittens with a straight face. I'll find it super amusing if you're still able to go at the same pace you are now some time down the road."

"They're my lovely kittens and don't worry, I'll be sure to keep you updated." His eyes narrow. "You know, you're awfully calm about finding out how your best friend is a camboy."

"Compared to you, yes." Referring to his call at three in the morning, shrieking in your ear that he finally connected all the dots. "You'd be surprised how many familiar faces are scattered throughout the community."

"How many do you know? Have you watched their shows?"

You throw your hands up in the air. "Omigod, how many times do I have to say, I don't watch porn! I make it!"

"Okay, okay." Technically, Soonyoung should know better than to rile you up with long nails waving dangerously close to his face. But he still presses on. "All I'm saying is that you're insanely chill about all of this."

"Bestie, we've been at this since you knocked on my door at ass 'o clock."

"It was only ten!"

"You know I don't wake up before noon!" You take a deep breath. "What's even the point of all of this?"

Soonyoung's brown eyes dart across your room. Taking in the expensive tripod and lighting setup at the desk to the strange, almost clinical, neatness of the rest of your bedroom. How easily he believed when you said it was an investment to perfect your scholarly presentations. Silly. Now it all made sense. He waves his phone with your Svthub profile on display.

"Do a collab with me."

"Huh? … What? Nah. No way. Nuh-uh."

"Just hear me out," he leans in close causing you to scoot your chair back. "My kittens have been begging me to collab with a certain Tigress."

"Ew, don't say it like that."

Hearing it out loud certainly has a much higher cringe value than seeing it typed by faceless viewers or saying it in the privacy of your own room. Alone and too turned on, well-immersed in your role. It's even worse when it comes out of your best friend's mouth.

"Sorry, should I say Miss TigerLily_61596 instead? Hm. Isn't that my birthday?"

"Oh, it is!" You pray and hope he doesn't notice you lying through your teeth. "The computer somehow generated it, how funny is that?"

Soonyoung pouts. "You use that for all your passcodes." To prove his point, he picks up your phone lying between the two of you and unlocks it easily with the pin of 61596 as expected. "See? Knew it. Hao says that isn't a good cybersecurity measure, you really should be more careful. Remember his lecture? Always use protection!"

You snatch it back. "Leave me alone. It's not like everyone knows your birthday!"

"I'm announcing it on my next stream."

"Do it, you won't."

"I will!"

"Wait, don't. That's a serious security concern, you idiot. Everyone just wants to see you jerk off anyways, nobody wants that personal stuff unless they're creeps. Which you do not want."

"I don't," he acknowledges, "you've been doing this for a while, right?"

"Yeah. Two and a half years soon."

"Wow. Perfect! You should do something big as a celebration. Like collaborating with me."

"Why are you so hellbent on this?"

"Look. Everyone tells me we'd look great together — which is true — but I had no idea how to work up the nerve to send a DM to Miss TigerLily_61596 and propose such an idea. Until! I find out my bestie is the famed Tigress herself! Plus… I have a few experiences here and there."

"So you're using me," you cock your head, "and I don't do collabs. It only attracts potential weirdos into wanting to reach out and I've finally curated a steady, safe viewer base that I'm not looking to change. And what's this about experiences?"

"I'm not using you!" Soonyoung chews on his lip. "And that's another story for another time. It was only an idea, really… I get it. It's not like you wanna fuck me either."

"I don't," you affirm. "Besides, you're going to have to talk to Yuna about the whole camboy schtick, and then you want to try and explain that you had sex with someone who just happens to be me, your bestie? That's not gonna fly so don't drag me into it."

"Probably not a good first date discussion but," he laughs, "I'm sure I'll figure it out. She doesn't seem too judgy. After all, she agreed to go out with me next week."

"Congratulations!" You pat him on the shoulder and stand up, needing to take a step back from his proximity. The sudden suffocation of being wrapped up in his presence can be a little too much. "Forget all these camming shenanigans and just focus on her. This is your chance. You've had a crush on her for months now, can't afford to mess it up."

"Yeah, well." He scratches the back of his neck. "I think I'll still keep camming. Svthub's payoff is great and well… I'm afraid I'll wear her out too much if not."

"Huh? Are you… talking about… sex?"

"Duh. I wasn't lying earlier, I have a mad stamina game."

You pinch your nose when he smirks. "I don't think that's what she'll complain about."

"You don't get it. It's why all the other ones broke up with me."

"That is so not true," you argue. "Chaewon said you talked in your sleep too much, Seoyoon complained that your ego was inflated to max capacity, and Eunhye was tired of you bringing up tigers to get out of every serious conversation! And don't even get me started on what your roommate complains about."

Soonyoung sulks. "Gee, they really confided in you. Okay, sure — maybe that's all true but I also get told off for having too high of a sex drive."

"Sounds like a 'you' issue but maybe that'll be humbled in a couple months or so. Not my problem."

"Well, maybe you can help me resolve it… if we did a collab!" He chuckles in mischievous glee when you throw a ball of socks at his head. "Just kidding, unless?"

"Get out, you heathen!" You shriek. "Get out before I throw my hair dryer at your head next!" His laughter fades out as he escapes into the hallway. "The world will have to tip over and break off its axis before I fuck you, Soonyoung!"

Apparently, the world did decide to fall apart on you specifically, the universe playing a losing game of monopoly with your life, and whatever godly figures cruelly laughing in your face. Giving you a major middle finger and mocking you relentlessly. You watch the raindrops trickle down the window of the passenger side, similar to your tears that threaten to break loose at any time.

Soonyoung periodically glances at you as he drives, worry wrinkling his brow. "You doing okay?"

"Do you think I'm okay?" You hiss out although he doesn't flinch, knowing you're not pissed at him, per se. "I'm soaking wet, I have no car now, and I could barely pay the towing fee because I just submitted my final tuition and the rest of my stupid bills! This fucking sucks."

"I could lend you some mon — "

"I don't want anyone's money. I was doing perfectly fine until this utter and complete bullshit of a disaster."

It's silly because even though you're seething in well-deserved anger, Soonyoung can never understand how you manage to look so radiant. You're acting like a bedraggled cat about to claw someone's eyes out and yet you wear the fierceness so well. It has always suited you. Though he feels bad about the shitty situation you're now in, he can't help but crack a small smile.

"Okay, don't threaten me right now because I'm driving — which I'm more than happy to do for you any time, anywhere — but you'll also die if you attack me. So… about that collab?"

"Kwon Soonyoung." It's true. He's lucky he wasn't behind the steering wheel of a transportation vehicle or you would've thrown something at him with the rage circulating in your entire cell system. "I swear to the high heavens — "

"Just hear me out. I did the math — "

"Oh no."

He sighs your name. "I thought about the math and there's a good chance we'll make at least more than double what we would by ourselves. You know how Svthub caps us out with how many solo streams we do per month. But. If you did a few in addition to our collab, you could easily make up for what you had to spend today."

He wasn't wrong. While it was nice that Svthub had policies in place to prevent its camming community from making an unfair and absurd amount of money, it was already halfway through the month. You had successfully hit the average amount you usually do to comfortably cover the routine bills and expenditures. But even if you were lucky to max out, it would not be enough to pay for the unprecedented car repairs — or even worse, another vehicle. And though Soonyoung and your friends were more than happy to drive you around, you still wanted to give them gas money or offer to buy lunch despite their protests.

You're quiet in deep contemplation the rest of the short drive and Soonyoung's surprisingly patient. You frown when you realize he's parked outside of his new apartment complex.

"What're we doing here?"

He shrugs. "It's closer and I'm worried you're gonna get sick if you don't change into something dry soon. You can even stay the night. Besides, Hoon's either locked inside his studio or not home at all. You know how he's been disappearing lately."

"Maybe he found a significant other."

"Jihoon? Lee Jihoon? We talking about the same dude that runs away from human interaction like it's the plague?" He pauses in thought. "But he basically just lets me live here by myself so maybe you're right… "

"It's possible if he found 'the one.'" You make air quotes and then sigh as you eye your best friend's much nicer building through the sheets of rain. "Maybe I should move back to the dorms."

"Please don't. I swear Chan was experiencing a second-hand high when he came to practice last night. Certainly smelled like it."

"Just 'cause he was a little uncoordinated doesn't mean he was high. Heard he went out drinking beforehand anyways."

"Guess I should be pushing them harder," he mutters and you can't help but shudder at his darker tone.

"Chill out, Mr. Captain. You'll make them cry again."

Soonyoung was a loud, irritating but loveable goofball day-to-day. Yet when it came to his team, he was a different beast. Firm, strict, and often harsh enough that a few of his younger members have come whining to you. As if you could do anything. It's sometimes hard to picture him as anything else but squishy and sweet, especially when he takes off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders.

You don't dare to let your mind wander about what he's like during sex.

"I haven't made anyone cry. Yet."

"That's because the last thing they want to do is come crying to you. Especially when you were the cause of their tears." You tug at the lapels of the jacket around your body. "Thank you but I didn't need this, I'm dripping wet."

"That's what she said!"

And just like that, he's got you rolling your eyes with his toothy grin and boyish laughter that's muffled once you get out and slam the car door shut. He calls your name to no avail and surrenders to chasing after you. Finally catching up to your fast-set pace because you're stuck waiting for the elevator, Soonyoung nudges your side teasingly. Despite the initial complaint, his jacket is pulled tight over your damp clothes that easily catch the intense breeze of the lobby's air conditioning.

"Can't say I'm not funny."

"It's called 'acting like a child'. I didn't want to ruin the inner side of your nice jacket."

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I'm just trying to help my bestie out. You were shivering and I don't want any perverts eyeing my girl's assets."

You scoff. "Worry more about your own assets, like, don't look now but the receptionist is so checking you out."

An idiot never changes their ways because Soonyoung does look.

Shooting a lazy smirk that has the poor woman nearly fainting on the spot at the sight. You don't blame her. At least it's easy to ogle him when he's turned away, white t-shirt that's now soaked easily sticks to his well-defined upper body. A delicate silver chain lays against his collarbones while droplets anyone would die to catch with their tongue slide from his jawline down to his neck. You lick your lips the same time he does before he's running a hand through his silver bangs and sending a wink her way.

So, you punch him. In the abdomen. Lightly.

Even though he yelps in pain, you're sure your knuckles hurt more from his stupidly ripped abs. You shake out your wrist as you enter the elevator with Soonyoung two steps behind.

"I told you not to look."

"Telling me to not do something only tempts me to do it even more."

"Noted. And in that empty brain of yours, don't forget that you have a date," you remind him. Maybe it's a reminder to yourself as well. "Speaking of which, enlighten me how you think this collaboration is by any means a good idea."

"It'll give you the money you need."

"I'm not some charity case, Soon. You don't have to do this for me."

"You're not a charity case, you're my best friend. I'd do anything for you." He takes your hand in his and squeezes it.

Fighting down the butterflies, you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're too good to me."

"Remember that next time you make fun of me." He chuckles when you flinch at his gentle forehead flick as the elevator dings upon the arrival to the designated floor. "Let's sort out the details after we get some dry clothes on, yeah?"

Soonyoung strolls into the shared apartment with you not far behind. He peels off his shirt, flinging it right past your head into the awaiting laundry basket behind you.

"What do you think you're doing? That almost hit me in the face!"

He shrugs. "Jihoon's not home so feel free to get comfortable." The words are barely out of his mouth when you shrug off his jacket and toss it to join his discarded shirt. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"You said to get comfy. Please, I'm not even naked — which you act like you haven't seen before."

"Huh?"

You cross your arms, refusing to let your gaze drop lower than his pretty eyes. "Did you forget? Communal shower incident? Speaking of which, would you mind if I got a quick shower first? I feel crummy as hell after getting rained on twice."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure."

Soonyoung's voice thickens as he visibly gulps at the sight of your clothes that cling to your curves like a second skin. You miss his glazed-over eyes and pupils blown wide as you fuss with taking off your blouse, the thin camisole underneath leaving nothing to the imagination.

"I'll… I'll be right back," he stutters out and backs away slowly, gears barely turning in his brain. "Um. I'll... go and... get you some... uh, clothes. Yeah. Clothes. To change into."

"Thanks!"

You remain oblivious to his actions because Soonyoung occasionally reacts weirdly when he's reminded that you are a female friend rather than just one of the boys that he hangs out with. It's a particular scratch on his brain and a tightness in his pants but not necessarily in a bad way. You both check each other out. But he's never, ever once acted on it since you've met him until this new suggestion of a collaboration — one that involves sex, no less.

To say you're not thrown off would be a lie. You mull it over as the comforting, hot water washes away the grime, stress, and bad feelings of the day. Technically, it's not necessarily a bad idea. Unfortunately, capitalism runs the world and you need the money. The act of sex with Soonyoung doesn't worry you as much as what will happen afterward.

Stupid feelings.

Yet as you step out of the shower enveloped in the familiar scent of your best friend's shampoo, all you can do is beam like the whipped person you are upon seeing the neatly folded pile of clothes he left on the bathroom sink counter. A loose t-shirt and fuzzy hoodie accompanied by a black pair of boxers. You sigh in comfort at feeling much more refreshed in dry clothes and open the door.

"Could've just given me some gym shorts, kinda intimate of you to share your underwear with me."

Soonyoung looks up, hiding a fond smile at the sight of you in his clothes behind the can of cheap beer he's sipping on. "Trust me when I say those are cleaner than any of my shorts right now."

"Ew. Please don't elaborate on that. What about those tiger-striped ones I bought for your birthday? Don't tell me you actually wear those," you tease as you plop down on the couch next to him. Only to choke when he pulls the waistband of his gray sweatpants down enough for you to see the telltale sign of indeed, tiger print fabric.

"Wear 'em every stream, baby. I'm telling you, they love it."

"You've got to be joking," you mutter and shake your head, "are we ready to finally talk about this ordeal?"

"I was born ready. So, what're you thinking?"

Your eyebrows wrinkle. "I thought you had this big, brilliant plan."

"Not really. Like, I don't know what you'd feel okay doing with me so I thought you could at least throw some stuff on the table first."

"Oh. Um. I don't know. Maybe something like... mutual m-masturbation?"

"Hm, kind of boring. I mean, isn't that what we technically already do? What's going to make this different?"

"Well... there would be two people on-camera... I... I don't know!" You throw your hands up. "Do you have something better in mind?"

"Actually, yeah. You need the money fast but rushing into this might not be the best idea. We have to learn more about each other. Sexually." Even though you're wrinkling your nose, he keeps talking. "Preferences, kinks, likes, dislikes. You've never really watched me before so why don't you tune into my livestream? I'll give you all the money I make tonight if you do."

"Tonight?" you repeat with a squeak, mouth suddenly dry. "Like, tonight tonight?"

"Got my lucky tiger stripes on for a reason, baby. Ain't no time like the present."

"Oh my god. I... I... "

"Relax," Soonyoung laughs, "you'll enjoy it."

"I... I don't think I will."

"You're totally overthinking it. I can see your brain thrashing in a meltdown state right now."

"This is all very weird, can you blame me?"

"Nah but," he wiggles his eyebrows. "I'll make it worth your while. Just think about all the money I'll pull."

"Right. That definitely sounds sexier."

"Hey!"

"You better make bank tonight, tiger boy. Hard to believe there would be that many people enamored with whatever furry act you've got going on."

"That sounds rich coming from you."

You gasp. "... Have you been watching my streams?" He doesn't answer, simply blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. "How long, Kwon Soonyoung?"

"... Only since my viewers suggested it. I didn't even know it was you though!"

"Ohhhhh my god, no wonder you... Lord. Unlike you, I'm not a furry. They call me Tigress for the aesthetics. Obviously, I'm not going to use my real name."

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. Say, do you really have a tiger lily tatt on your inner thigh?"

"Guess you'll have to figure it out yourself," you jeer, "since you seem to know so much about me."

"Is that a challenge?"

You stick your tongue out, swatting away his hand that sneaks toward your lower body. Soonyoung's never backed down from a provocation but you weren't going to let him win or have the upper hand he seemed to be controlling right now. "No, it is not."

"I can wait." He acquiesces and leans back, now with a smug smile. "I'll have you naked for me soon, anyways."

"If you're lucky," you fire back, "you're going to have to impress me first."

"Trust me, bestie. When haven't I? I'll be sure to have your jaw dropping for me in more ways than one."

You're in your best friend's room on your back and lying on his bed. The only source of light is radiating from the phone in your hands as it loads Svthub's website. Weighing your options, you log out and search for 0riginalTiger69, chewing your bottom lip at the sight of the blinking red dot next to his profile.

What harm could this do?

Probably an irreparable amount of damage.

Your finger hovers over the screen, anxiety filling your gut. It was now or never. With a deep breath, you squeeze your eyes shut and tap the play button. It's silent through your earbuds for a good five minutes and your eyes fly back open thinking you clicked the wrong icon. Ironically, you breathe out a sigh at the sight of Soonyoung in a plain t-shirt paired with his infamous boxers while a "Welcome AnonymousUser75923!" banner scrolls along the top of the screen.

Suspicions confirmed, you make a mental note to tell him that he could turn off that function if he wanted. That is — if you could even look him in the eye after this.

You can't see his face but unfortunately, you do know what it looks like. Cursing yourself for imagining his furrowed eyebrows that match the pout on his lips as he reads the comments popping along the bottom of the screen.

"Horang-HEY to all the lovely kittens joining me this fine evening. Hello CherryScouper_95, why do I still have my clothes on? Ah, that's to keep the suspense! I'm still waiting for a few more to hop on." He leans in closer to the camera, the red welt on his neck catching everyone's attention. "Haha, this? No, it's not a hickey, Jejusb00s but you're free to give me one if you'd like. I just happen to have a mean friend who finger-flicked me for no reason. Now that I think about it..."

Soonyoung mutters something to himself and pulls out his phone. You jump when yours buzzes.

Soonyoung laughs. "No, 4ngelic_m3nace, I said flicked not fucked. You know I'm not really into that."

You're practically gnawing off your lip at this point, cheeks heating up if you're reading into what he really means correctly. It's actually impressive how he seamlessly texts you and interacts with his viewers. Now you're curious how many times he's replied to people's regular messages during a stream.

More times than you can guess.

"Do my precious lil pussycats have any suggestions for tonight? I wanna spice things up and get those nice tips coming in. Go on and talk to me. All your dirtiest fantasies and wettest dreams."

woolove: i wanna be yours and you be mine so we can fuck for days nonstop 🤩

h0rny49yu: lemme lick the sweat off of ur abs 👅👅👅👅

"Woolove, kitten, you know I don't belong to anyone but I'll take you up on that second part. We can go for weeks even." He reads the next comment aloud with a smirk. "My abs, hm?"

A rapid flurry of comments and monetary pings commence when he teases a scrumptious view of the taut muscles underneath his shirt with one hand, still clutching his caseless phone in the other. The glow of Jihoon's neon light signs contributes to the enticing visual your best friend manages to pull off.

You had been extremely shocked when Soonyoung admitted to using the sacred studio of this generation's genius music producer to stream. At first, you figured that he was just doing it to be polite because he had discouraged you (rather strongly) from going into his roommate's bedroom tonight — a space you often slept in with how often Jihoon was out. But it was in fact the truth, judging by a quick glance of the thumbnails for his other videos on Svthub.

s0turned0n: show us the goods! 💃🏻💃🏻 get naked! 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 release the 🍆🍌🥒🍑🎆🧨🎇

AnonymousUser69034: you? on your back. me? on top. hotel? Trivago 💅🏼

hoshis_d1ck: 1 hour in a room alone n i'll blow ur mind and ur dick 😳👉🏼👈🏼

"Ah, we're getting somewhere. My loyal kitties know I reward well. When they listen to me." Soonyoung cups his chin as if in deep thought. "You're all acting so cute even though I've told you before how dangerous it is 'cause there's no off switch on a tiger… that is, if you can catch me first."

woolove: buying a tiger-size collar and leash rn 💋

"Aw woolove, tip me enough and I'll consider getting it myself. Maybe."

t1ge3r_rat: cage the (derogatory) tiger !!!

He tries to hide his snort, easily identifying your new screen name, and tosses his phone on the desk in front of him. "Caging? Now that's new. How about something a lil more romantic though? I like playing gentle with my pussycats."

t1ge3r_rat: weak

Another rush of comments flies past. Littered with cheesy requests, fluffy ideas, and the usual questionable plea. But one, in particular, catches your eye. Not that it's hard to miss.

cumdaywh0ring: 💦💦💦💦💦 SHOWER SEX!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOWER SEX!!!!!!!! 💦💦💦💦💦

Your mind traitorously drifts back to earlier. The momentary sinful imagination of Soonyoung pausing when he placed the clean pile of clothes down on the bathroom sink. A timid glance towards the shower where he hears you humming only to freeze, lips parting at the silhouette of your alluring figure through the curtain.

Shit.

t1ge3r_rat: i second the shower sex 😗✌🏻

"Shower sex, eh?" Of course, the bastard immediately sees your agreement and picks it out of all the others. He grunts, a hand sliding back down past his covered abs to grope at the girth hidden within his tiger-striped boxers. "My kittens do have to be nice and wet for me. All needy and clinging onto my shoulders. Pressed up hard against the shower wall so we don't slip 'n fall."

t1ge3r_rat: safety first!!

dickarawrous420: hot 🚿

CherryScouper_95: even hotter if u took ur clothes off ~

8starfucks: we should all be naked right???

"Ah, ah, ah. With my kittens so desperate, I have no choice but to enter the shower with my clothes on. But that's okay because," Soonyoung smirks as he easily pulls his cock out, "I can just do this."

You gulp. It's even more mouth-watering than the quick image burnt in your brain from last week. He spits in his hand and starts with slow, steady strokes. A hiss escapes his mouth when his thumb rubs along the tip that's beginning to leak with pre-cum.

"You'd look so pretty for me, baby. That sorry excuse of a shirt clinging to your perfect tits, nipples poking through 'cause you're not wearing a bra underneath. Naughty," he pretends to scold but it's hardly believable with how far gone he suddenly is in this fantasy. Thick cock already hard. Dancer hips thrusting up to match the rhythm of his hand.

"Run a finger down where I know you're even wetter. But for a different reason. Hot pussy pressed against my thigh. Shit, you're prolly clenching, poor lil hole so desperate for my cock. Find out you're not wearing panties either. Shockers."

A whimper unwittingly leaves your mouth. You blame it on whatever pheromones he emitted in his room. The overwhelming scent of everything that is Soonyoung. You're drowning in it with no hope for recovery. The alignment of the planets and stars will face your wrath. Hell, even the man himself. It's part of the job but it feels like he's talking directly to you. About you.

He has to know you have no bra or panties on. He's the one who provided his clothes as a substitute.

Your back is damp with sweat and you can feel the heat of arousal pooling in your core. You force your entire body to stay rigidly still. Fuck. He's better at this than you thought.

"Shit," Soonyoung growls. His head is thrown back and you can't help but admire the vein running down it. "Rip off those tiny ass shorts and slide right into your sopping pussy. So fucking tight and wet wrapped around me. God, you'd take me in so deep wouldn't you? Stuff you nice and full, baby — just like you like it."

"Shit," you echo as the viewers rush to answer him with the yeses you're dying to admit. You feel lightheaded. "Goddamnit."

Would it be indecent to touch yourself? Right here in his bedroom? With only one wall separating you? You don't even dare to cross your legs. Trembling hands struggle to keep your phone stable because the low moans Soonyoung is making directly in your ear shoot straight down to your cunt and render your entire body shaky.

woolove: shirt offfffff

woolove: plssss

woolove: wanna touch u directly all over n mark u up

"That so, woolove?" He delays his approaching release by checking the comments. "Don't worry, kitten. I'm sure those lovely claws of yours will do their job properly no matter what I'm wearing. Just be careful when you're putting them inside that empty pussy of yours wishing it was me. Don't want you to get hurt."

NewUser89021: no promises daddy

"Yes, I'm your father," Soonyoung chuckles darkly before it suddenly changes into a light-hearted cackle. He shifts a bit lower, the upper part of his face still hidden. Legs spread wide, granting an even better view of his cock that flops against his covered abdomen. "Kidding, welcome new kittens — just call me Hoshi. I like the sound of you moaning that better."

hoshis_d1ck: hoshi dick supremacy ftwww

t1ge3r_rat: what the actual fuck??

cumdaywh0ring: r we nutting anytime soon?????? i've got plans at 8

He clicks his tongue and resumes light, teasing touches along his length. "Impatient, aren't we? I hope you're touching yourselves at home or I'll have to punish you by dragging this out. So go on, pretty pussycats. Make your tiger cum."

Oh no.

You flip on your side, fearing the sweat and dampness you're sure is now coating your friend's boxers might accidentally leave traces on his comforter. Dread fills your gut when Soonyoung reaches for his phone again, despite the influx of viewers begging for him to breed them. Whether his intentions are to add to the suspense or bother you again, you rush to add a plea to the mix.

t1ge3r_rat: pls pls cum for us

No one except Soonyoung knows what causes the satisfied smirk on his face for him to lean back again but they can definitely see it as he quickens his pace, filthy words spilling out of his lips.

"Gonna let me cum in that dirty hole of yours, baby? Take you right out of the shower and throw you on the bed, fill you up so you walk around feeling me drip out of your pussy for days. Just for you to come and beg for more like the good cumslut you are."

dickarawrous420: hot

woolove: omgkfjdks i'm so close fjddfj pls fill me up

s0turned0n: 🔥🔥🔥🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇💥💥💥

Fickle fingers toy with your waistband. What if… just what if… one little…

"I'd give it to you, baby. Hell, I'd do anything you wanted. You'd like that, huh? Being treated like you deserve. And I would… shit… you'd be so perfect for me. Made for just for me… fuck!"

Your hand snaps away from your lower body at Soonyoung's sudden increase in expletives as he finally loses control. You can only watch in awe as white spurts of his release spill out over his cute, tiny hands that continue jerking himself through the orgasm.

"Hah," he gasps out his legendary tagline, "horanghae, baby."

h0rny49yu: ur so sexci omfg

8starfucks: delicious

wh0ranghae: i think i came the hardest in my life ever

NewUser22234: so hot i think i'm in love

Jejusb00s: i put the sub in subscribed

"I think… that's the hardest I've ever cum too," Soonyoung admits almost bashfully. "Don't fall in love with me kittens, this is one tiger that's impossible to tame."

woolove: wounds me every time 😭😭😭😭

"Sorry, you know how this goes. But, all of you have been so well-behaved for me, it's only fair I reward as promised."

He giggles and in one smooth motion finally pulls the t-shirt off, displaying honey-colored skin that's dewy from exertion. Using it to clean himself up, it's quickly discarded, thrown off to the side. You gulp at the display of his lean pecs rising up and down from his harsh pants and the two veins trailing from his abs, down his pelvis, and surely up and around…

Soonyoung smirks back at the camera, grasping at his cock again. "Ready for a couple more bonus rounds then, kittens?"

This was all a goddamn mistake.

You're cursing your best friend under your breath, having been muttering dark nonsense for the past day and a half.

Technically, it's also your fault for getting stupid feelings but you deny all cases of accountability. Fuzzy feelings aside, you hold zero responsibility for Soonyoung having a nice lower package too.

Fuck. Your hands are shaking again. You set down the tube of lipstick and take a deep breath, giving the reflection in the mirror a firm, reprimanding look to not be so dick-drunk just as your phone rings.

Speak of the devil.

You have no other choice but to accept his video call because it's D-day. Although your hands are occupied at the moment, so he'll have to accept looking at the constellations lit across your ceiling instead.

"Hi! Huh? Hello? Are you there?"

"Hi, Soonyoung. I'm getting ready."

"Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be, this isn't my first show," you say more to yourself than to him.

"Your star projector's on."

"And? I always put it on before I start. It calms me down."

"That's cute."

You freeze at his words and then shake your head, clipping your earrings in place. It wasn't like he was calling you cute. You hate that all the effort you've put into shielding your feelings is easily cracked apart after seeing his dick. Pathetic.

"By the way, you did get the transfer right?"

"Yeah, I already told you."

"I know but I just wanted to check. With a sum that large, who knows where it might go… you haven't talked to me since."

"I answered all your texts."

"Yeah, but what if someone hacked your phone? Like even now, I could be talking to an evil person imitating your voice."

You sigh, lifting up the phone to show him your face. He smiles brightly and snickers at your frown. "See? It's me."

"I suppose so. Unless you're an imposter Hoon hired."

After trying and failing to sleep, you walked out to see Soonyoung's roommate sipping on his cup of black coffee at some gremlin-only hour. It was unusual for him to return at this time just as it was rare for you to be up. But with Soonyoung snoring away in Jihoon's room, all you could do was apologize.

He brushed it off, saying there was no need, and instead, inquired why you were awake. You confessed to wanting to go home but your car broke down. He happened to be headed back out for reasons you didn't pry and offered a ride. One you gladly accepted — with the promise to meet for lunch sometime with his new girlfriend — all of which was much to Soonyoung's chagrin.

It's true that you hadn't talked to your bestie directly but you had given brief responses to his incessant messaging. It was easy to blame your aloofness on being busy. Which you were — catching up on assignments, sleeping, and preparing for your next stream.

"Jihoon brought me back safely of course and you didn't have to give me all of that," you whisper, voice small. "It's too much."

"I told you I would and that was probably my best show ever." He wiggles in excitement although you don't see it because you placed your phone back down. "I'm looking forward to what we'll make together. And I'm looking even more forward to tonight."

"Oh, shut up," you complain, embarrassed, "apparently you've already watched me before."

"Yeah but this is different. 'Cause now you know I'll be watching."

And that was the worst part.

You didn't mention that maybe — just maybe — you binged almost all of his videos uploaded to Svthub. Perhaps to simply fight the incessant heat that hasn't stopped boiling in your core since that night. Possibly another big mistake on your end, a constant mind loop of Soonyoung's obscene whispers now playing in your head.

To salvage what's left of whatever pride you have remaining, you pick your phone up to face him. "What's in your spank bank?"

"Huh?"

"Y'know, like… what gets you going, what you picture in your head? Oh — what're you listening to? I noticed you sometimes wear earbuds."

He tilts his head. "Have you been… watching my videos? You're asking… what gets my dick hard? Is that why you haven't been talking to me?"

Your finger points accusingly at the screen. "You told me to do my research."

Soonyoung laughs nervously, suddenly flustered as he combs his silver locks back with both hands. "I, uh, guess I'm honored. Well, what did you think? Any good?"

"... You didn't answer my question."

"Um, well. I don't know why you want to know but whatever. It's just some… audio porn…?"

"Cool. Send me a few links later."

"Why?" he sputters at your nonchalant request. Shit, he should've just said music.

"Just going off what you said about "learning each other's kinks" or whatnot."

Soonyoung chews on his bottom lip. "... Alright. Remember, you asked for it."

"I'm really trusting that you aren't going to send me some extreme furry sex, so don't break the little amount of faith I have in you because that smile's making me reconsider."

"Nah, just think this is all very cute. Seriously. I'm excited for tonight. See you on Svthub in a few?"

You roll your eyes as you blow him a cheeky kiss and a very dignified middle finger. "See you, original tiger boy."

TigerLily_61596 is now live!

The recording light blinks from the webcam as you clear your throat. Viewers are already tuning in and the chime of tips being applied to your account rapidly increases even if all you're doing is sitting on your bed. It's a reminder that by no means are you an amateur to this despite the butterflies swirling in your tummy.

"Evenin', darlings," you lean forward with your chest squeezed flatteringly between your arms, cleavage on full display. "How're you all doing?"

tigressb00bl0v3r: seeing ur boobs always makes my day a whole lot better 🙏🏻

deathbyd1cks: bbygorl ur tits look so good in that set 😏

crazy4w00: sit on my face pls 😖💦

"Thank you for the compliments." Your hands rise from your lap to play with the bra straps that cause your breasts to jiggle tantalizingly. "A special thank you to deathbyd1cks for the pretty lingerie, it does look good on me."

The best part about camming was the sexy little gifts you received. Of course, they were delivered to a PO box several cities away so it took a bit of time to get to you, but you have yet to be disappointed. Plus, they made your shows all the more delicious — especially when your viewers hungrily got to watch you take off or use something they had bought for you.

Your hands don't leave your upper body, instead drifting down to fondle your tits. Playing with your nipples through the flimsy orange and black material, you continue reading the comments.

kitkat69: getting u something sexci for your next show <3

sugacub3s: would treat u so good if u rode my thigh bby

"I look forward to it, darling kitkat69! But please, save your money if you need it. Don't spend it on me… especially if I'm being bad." Your appreciative smile turns into a smirk. "Crazy4w00 and sugacub3s, I appreciate your offers but I really need something inside me. Big and thick." You pout. "The pillow I've been riding lately just hasn't been enough."

You can't help but admit the truth. Even your fingers reaching deep within weren't enough to scratch such an intense desire but you still needed them for what you had planned tonight. Wondering if Soonyoung had tuned in, you bite your lip at the wetness that soaks your panties at just the thought of him watching.

You're quick to strip out of the lingerie, not that it was really hiding anything — making sure to show the camera the string of arousal that drips from your cunt to the fabric as you discard the set on the bedroom floor. A tiny tiger lily tattoo (per your username and profile) is on full display, ink prettily scrawled along your hip crease. The viewers eat it up, the sound of tips becoming one long blaring ring of appreciation.

Your pointer and middle finger spread your hole open, seductively showing how it struggles to clench around something. Anything.

"How many fingers, loves? How many do you think this needy pussy can take?"

deathbyd1cks: all of them tbh

sugacub3s: mine would fit in there so well put in 2 baby girl and pretend it's me

whore_that_roars: put in 1 that's all u deserve rn

crazy4w00: lich rally sit on my face my tongue will make u cum faster 😜

beg4u: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

beg4u: that means 2 btw

No one can see you roll your eyes although you do bite your lip. Your cheeks heat up ten times more than they already are as you ease just one finger in per who you assume can only be Soonyoung. Fuck. You let out a moan.

"Am feeling so tight, need to loosen up." You're sure the mic can pick up the light breaths that escape your mouth as you stroke the bundle of nerves inside, thumb circling your clit. "Can I add another? Pretty please?"

sugacub3s: hell yeah

whore_that_roars: no

whore_that_roars: i don't remember giving u permission to touch that cute clit of urs

whore_that_roars: so be patient

m3rs: sexci

beg4u: 👊🏻👊🏻 who are you to run this show

deathbyd1cks: lolol

kitkat69: she's being so good tho i vote yes

whore_that_roars: fine. add 2 more

beg4u: 🙄 yeah pls

You pause and lick your fingers to lubricate them with your saliva, a contemplative hum at the bitterness on your tongue. "Bet you all wish you could taste me, huh?"

crazy4w00: that's what i've been saying!!!! ik you taste soooo good 💧💧💧

whore_that_roars: is that a promise??

beg4u: 😒 lich rally who even is this rando

whore_that_roars: she said be nice. i'll remember you svthub user beg4u 👁️

"C'mon, don't fight." Three fingers slide into your pulsating warmth and you throw your head back in pleasure at the slight burn before grabbing the vibrator on your nightstand. "I need to cum at least once to fit this bad boy in."

deathbyd1cks: oh it's that kind of night 😏🤭

crazy4w00: 👅 tasty

kingh0ng: shit i'm late

kingh0ng: but i didn't miss the good stuff fuck yeah

"Oh, we're just getting started, kingh0ng. So? Am I allowed to make myself cum?"

sugacub3s: hell yeahhhhh

beg4u: 💣💣💣💣

whore_that_roars: do it baby

kingh0ng: got my dick out we're all good to go

Fingers pick up speed, porn-worthy wet sounds filling the room. It doesn't take you long to hurdle over that edge, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Shivers trail up and down your spine when you picture Soonyoung's intense gaze, wondering if his tiny fingers would be able to reach even as far as yours. Not that it matters because the visual of him in your head is enough for another gush of arousal to leak from your trembling cunt.

"God, I'm so wet," you murmur more to yourself because your viewers can clearly see the traces on your thighs. "Shit."

crazy4w00: i'd lick it all up

kingh0ng: i can't cum yet there's more right??

whore_that_roars: will u squirt for me baby? i KNOW you can

"Grab onto your straps, babygirls. Any of you boys as big and thick as this?"

The silver and glittery, microphone-shaped vibrator shines under the dim fairylights of your bedroom. It jitters to life when you press the 'on' button, flinching at its intensity.

deathbyd1cks: perfect 👌🏼

tigressb00bl0v3r: omfggg yessss

beg4u: i can't vibrate like that 😢

whore_that_roars: i can certainly try

beg4u: lichrally fighting user whore_that_roars after this

Ignoring the chaos in the comments, you bite your lip. It's one of your biggest toys and possibly bigger than any man's cock, in all honesty. You're sure it might be as thick as Soonyoung but what would you know. Gifted by a dedicated fan, you feel your entire body jerk as you tease your tight hole with it.

Despite loosening up, it's still going to be a hard fit. One hand falls to your bed to prevent your body from collapsing as you continue rubbing it along the outer lips of your pussy and clit. Finally, with an unholy whine, you ease it inside.

kitkat69: shit

sugacub3s: o my fuck

whore_that_roars: baby did you just cum from THAT?

m3rs: cute

beg4u: i just 😵👁️👁💦🧨🎇🎆

tigressb00bl0v3r: fuck ur so hot

deathbyd1cks: delicious bbygirl

kingh0ng: i thk i blcked out

You laugh weakly between moans, unable to form words. Despite indeed having just cum from the sensations alone, the vibrator continues at full speed — your hips stuttering helplessly as you struggle to grip it in your hand. The depraved picture of debauchery as a trail of drool drips from your mouth.

But you still need more.

Feeling like you're floating in the clouds and extremely ightheaded, your body has a mind of its own. A few more slight wiggles and your eyes are rolling back as the loudest moan you've ever made comes from the very depths of your soul.

whore_that_roars: shit

whore_that_roars: fuck

whore_that_roars: squirt for me baby

beg4u: squirt for US*

crazy4w00: 💦💦💦💦💧💧💧💧

And you do.

Ripping the sex toy from between your legs, an absolute wet mess gushes out of your spent cunt all over your bedsheets. Legs shaking, you clamp down on your hand to prevent the name lingering in your subconscious from escaping as the last streams of your release drip down your thighs. Tears are blurring your vision and you sniffle, slowly coming back to earth.

deathbyd1cks: u good tigress????

kingh0ng: i think my dick fell off fr that was hot af

kingh0ng: but yeah, u good?

whore_that_roars: talk to us love

beg4u: square up whore_that_roars

beg4u: hope you're alive tho miss tigress cuz I'm not

kitkat69: LICH rally tigress is always an icon

"I'm… I'm good." You confirm and give them a thumbs-up, panting but smiling lopsidedly. "I… I hope you enjoyed that and thank you for the tips. I'm gonna go… clean up. Catch you later, darlings."

Once you've confirmed that you've turned off the recording and your computer is shut off, you collapse on your bed. Feeling woozy and sluggish, an arm flops across your closed eyes. This was by no means the first time Soonyoung has been in your thoughts during a livestream. Even now after all that, you feel yourself clench instinctively, the feeling blossoming even more because he had been watching you. Talking to you. Commanding you.

Fuck.

You're afraid that once you get a real taste of him you won't be able to let him go. Ever. You'll want him more than he wants you and you're not sure if you can handle that.

But this collaboration is happening. You might as well get the chance to fuck him once in your life than never at all.

Tears wash away in the shower, disappearing down the drain. For the hundredth time, you push down your feelings and let the warm water soothe away the aches and pains instead. Self-care is a must. Fluffy towels dry away the moisture, lotion to keep your skin smooth, and comfy granny pajamas to curl up under your clean bedsheets. Time for a good wallow in your feels.

Your phone lays uncharged on your nightstand and you pick it up, blinking at the several messages from none other than Soonyoung. Dread fills your gut momentarily before opening them, only to gasp in shock at what you read.

God, you were screwed... weren't you?

◇ Part 2

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do u care to elaborate on why tlt would be worse as a visual adaptation? the issue that comes to my mind would be that the unreliable narration and the sense that the main character has no clue what is going on would be way harder to get across on film, but i'm curious if there would be other problems

sure! also sorry this ended up being rlly long lmao.

the unreliable narrator part of the books is a big reason why I think the series would be worse as a visual adaption. overall, GtN as a standalone would probably adapt okay, but you would still lose Gideon's unreliable narration and all of her gorgeous & funny prose. NtN would probably be just okay as well, but again you would still lose her subjective narrative voice and the specific way she perceives the world. like..... at their best, a visual adaption (animated or live action) of NtN or GtN would still be less-than the book because both are stories that so heavily rely on their specific narrator's internal subjective experience.

and that's not even getting started on HtN -- I have no idea how one would adapt HtN into a 3rd person narration in any way without drastically changing it. and in changing the format, you lose the backbone of the story (Gideon Telling Harrow a story about herself), and you lose the disorientation of Harrow's lobotomy. you lose the viewer experience of confusion/self doubt/etc that just makes HtN what it is. I just can't see a visual adaptation succeeding without making massive sacrifices that I just don't think are worth it. like.... these books are good because of things that don't translate to video. video isn't the pinnacle of media. if something was designed to be a book/audiobook and it does an amazing job as that, I just do not see any reason to sacrifice a bunch of what made it good just to see it on a screen.

Secondly, I do not think a visual adaption would be able to retain fidelity to the source material, because everyone in tlt is gross all of the time. I love fan artists having fun with the designs but IMO that's not the same as an official adaption. like, not only is necromancy gross, a lot of the characters are described with traits what would probably not survive the transition to camera or animation. Such as: bloodsweat, Harrow being a wet rat constantly covered in vomit or blood or both, Silas looking jaundice/like mayo, Issac & Jeannemary looking like they are going through all the terrible parts of puberty etc. Gideon has a pimple problem and a crooked smile and Ianthe is gross and constantly wearing clothing that absolutely does not fit her. Mercymorn has a resting bitchface, G1deon looks like a skeleton with skin, etc etc. Anime or arcane-style animation would probably be better, at least with stuff like necromantic gore and bloodsweat, but they would probably still end up being like. conventionally attractive! idk maybe this is more of a personal preference but it's kind of important to me that they are not.

I have 3 personal exceptions:

Stage musical adaption. I think a stage musical could capture the drama, the emotion, and the camp needed. for GtN at least, but maybe even beyond. everyone is seen from a minimum of 50 feet away so they can use exaggerated makeup and really lean into all the ugly. practical effects for necromancy, musical numbers for the marta/cam duel and initial gideon/harrow fight.... palamades' explosion happening offstage as gideon stands frozen in the middle, her and us helpless and unable to do anything but wait. massive puppets for the lab 2/final boss construct. dramatic lighting to signify eye change/lyctorhood.... gideon falls on a rail and then everything goes totally black. silence, or maybe crying. harrow screams gideon's name. then lights up on gideon standing behind harrow, holding the sword together, under a narrow beam light. it could be good. and i think a stage musical could bring in enough of a meta-level awareness to make up for the lack of narration. for example, when she's trying to do her big speech, ianthe keeps trying to sing a song but the music refuses to start for her. & before lyctorhood, she stands literally in corona's spotlight shadow. gideon makes harrow out to be this big scary witch but she is just very tiny under a big spotlight. "dulcinea" could have her face covered on stage until the reveal, leaving the audience to realize they were had. while a stage musical would lose some parts, it could enhance the story in its own way. GtN but to the left. it could be fun. i have put a lot of thought into this.

a comedy short film, shot rom com style (or animated like a shoujo), of Ianthe's POV of HtN.

a comedy short film, shot like the office/parks and recreation, of Ianthe's POV of Antioch

#ask #anon #skfjdsls this got so long... anyway. just my onion #tlt adaption #tlt musical

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Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 2, episodes 20 and 21, "Go Fish" and "Becoming (Part 1)

Go Fish

Buffy on da beach, what will she do

Who the fuck is this man where did he come from 😭😭

Gross! Bro just became the human globster (cryptozoology reference)

I swear I thought this episode was about the boys turning into fish monsters not being attacked by them

WHY ARE THEY STILL JUST LETTING WILLOW TEACH CLASS

"I like teaching!" "That's nice." My jaded teacher parents core

God I hate how terrible students get away with everything because they're good athletes

Cam needs to stfu

Ew he just asked her about wearing a bra

HE LOCKED THE DOOR KILL HIM KILL HIM

LMFAO GET HIS ASS BUFFY EXTREMELY DESERVED

"She totally led me on, look at the way she dresses!" God I hate him I hate him I hope he suffers

Buffy should have killed him actually

"Like an oreo cookie"

Yo is Cam about to get eaten?

Aw no he didn't :(

LMAO XANDER get him I love bullying Cam

Wait I think Cam did get eaten hell yeah

Damn Cordelia can draw? Good for her

"Good this is so sad. We're never getting the state championship" honestly yes that is sadder than the death of a sexual harassing misogynist lmao

"What? No. I just snuck in yesterday and peed in the pool." LMAO??

WHY DOES ANGELUS HAVE TO SHOW UP EVERY SINGLE EPISODE GOD

Welp he stole the monster's lunch

Nevermind the chlorine was too much for him

Oh it's steroids not chlorine woopsies

"Okey Dookie coachy"

OH WAIT IT IS ABOUT THEM TURNING INTO FISH MONSTERS I KNEW I REMEMBERED IT FOR A REASON

THE STEAM IS STEROIDS? shit Xander is in danger

Damn i thought ghe nurse was evil but just the coach ig

WHAT THE FUCK HE THREW HER TO THEM

I hope this end up eating the coach. I think they do but I don't remember this episode very well

"After the fall of the Soviet Union..." what. Stop it this is my break from history class man

"They've already had dinner. The boys have other needs." EW FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Cordelia still caring about Xander when she thinks he's a fish man is sending me. Character growth!!

Yeah get him Xander!

BUFFY LET HIM GO !! Let him get eaten

They just let the monsters go free into the sea 😭

Becoming (Part 1)

Angel with the fuckass sideburns

I do not CARE about Bangel GRAH

Xander is so goofy with the nuggets

"Don't touch me you have fish hands!" Actually no he got cured last episode

Aw poor Drusilla :(((

It's so sad knowing how drusilla ends up :( all she wanted was to be good

"Wah, this doesn't make any sense!" She's just like me fr

Willow being firm is always so nice to see in earlier seasons

They found the disk yippee

Angelus getting bullied into having a soul by an old woman

Willow was researching the black arts... the beginning of the end (I love witch willow she's my bestie)

Xander what angel does as angelus isn't his fault 😭😭 don't get me wrong I hate regular angel but like. Don't blame him for that

KENDRA IS BACK!!

Goofy ass statue

Ok why do they want to make the entire world go ro hell. What is the point

This bitch taunting fhe soulfull vampire 😭😭

WAIT HE BROUGHT ANGEL TO SEE BUFFY????

"Oh, not the heart"

Damn Hank sounds cringe

"She's just a kid!" *proceeds to date her*

Heartwarming!!! Angelus fucking fails !!!

THE WOMAN JUST COMING INTO THE CLASSROOM AND SETTING HERSELF ON FIRE OM CRYING WHAT

Hell yeah its Mr. Pointy!!!

Immolation-O-Gram

WHY DID ANGELUS LOOK SO GOOFY WHEN HE SAID ALRIGHT LETS FIGHT bro was waving his arms around like a goofball

Dropped a bookshelf on Willow :(

I'm so glad the library I work at does not have vampire fights

Buffy stake him while he's monologuing

Why did they have to get Sarah Michelle Gellar's stunt double to run across the road

What is dru doing to Kendra lmao

THAT ONE TINY SCRATCH KILLED HER?? can someone confirm if she hit a major artery or if the writers just goofed

IT DIDNT EVEN BLEED THAT MUCH? if it was a major artery it would have bled a lot more surely 😭

Buffy gets arrested not clickbait

#mothman's buffy rewatch #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #rupert giles #cordelia chase #angelus btvs #kendra btvs

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WIP Wednesday

Rules: share ten sentences from your WIP and tag ten friends to do the same - I don't think I actually talk to that many people lmao but you know: @007waffles007 @hard4softthings @adamsgirl42 @frostbeees @cokehead-zeroed @coricomile @candy-belle and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

Trevor/Jamie/Cam, background relationships, warnings for: somnophilia, verbal humiliation, objectification, voyeurism, exhibitionism, all that good stuff. Under a cut to save everyone's dash.

Jamie wakes up to the feeling of lube being dribbled on his hole and two fingers sliding inside of him; he's on his stomach, shorts pulled down mid-thigh, and his hard cock pressed in between his body and the mattress.

He’s still mostly asleep, fragments from his dream still in his head, clear enough that he’s not entirely sure if it’s real or not when those fingers press against his prostate; it makes him moan loudly and grind down against the bed, desperate for some friction.

“Look at him,” Yorkie says with something darker - meaner - than amusement in his voice. “Taking it like it’s all he’s good for.”

“What did I tell you,” Trevor tells him, and he sounds like he's across the room; the fingers are gone, making Jamie whine, hating the feeling of being empty.

Jamie blinks open his eyes and it takes him a second to adjust to the low light filling the room; he manages to make out Trevor across the room leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone.

“Any chance to have a cock in him, he'll take it,” Trevor goes on. “No matter who it is.”

“Trevor, please,” Jamie manages to say, his voice muffled by the sheets bunched up by his face; his body still feels heavy from sleeping, and trying to move back into the fingers teasing his rim seems impossible right now.

All he can do is lay here and take whatever they decide to give him. It doesn’t stop him from begging. “Please.”

“You all set up over there?” Yorkie asks, ignoring Jamie except for a hard smack across his ass.

#meme #trevor/jamie/cam #fic stuff #my fic #that's hockey baby

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(jyeshtha moon anon) nope i’m not an athlete, i actually work in a creative/engineering field. i’ve tried some sports but none of them stuck. i do like watching them though, that’s how i cam across your blog. my mercury is aswini nakshatra, in my 7th house (conjunct saturn). i love the occult lmao, i’ve been interested in it since i was a child. also transits are very much real, i’ve been hoing through a rough patch since last year and in the last couple of months things started going much better💞

oh i love to hear that!! 💖 i'm glad things are much better 💌 a rahu/ketu transit can be a bit rough, but i'm sure you will find yourself more in a bit of a reprieve come post-October!

when i saw you might have a virgo ascendant, my first instinct was to ask if you were a writer! i feel like virgo placements don't get their flowers enough for their creative ability 😌

but wait, is your chitra ascendant in the libra portion? mercury and saturn in aries in your 7th house-- which means rahu/ketu were transiting your 1H/7H axis!

can i ask where your venus is? i'm curious to see where your ascendant lord is, if your lagna is in libra

and i love hearing that you've always been drawn to the occult!! it's definitely not for everyone, but 8H placements thrive in anything secretive 🤭

#omg i'm sorry for so many questions!#ily!#astrology

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sojutrait · 2 years

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we dont really have one dkfjkd when i say its like dnd i mean like. very loosely FKGJFKG

youd actually be surprised how many swifties are on here!! ive seen so many folklore lyrics used as sim edit captions and everytime i still let out a gasp DKFDK its like i genuinely forget shes an international pop star 😭😭

ANSWERED HERE

ty!!! its a bit diff for what im working on. for things like gameplay ocs, i just kinda let the game dictate their life/story and i refine it and make sure nothing is contradictory. for milos and orpheus and their whole situation, bc its with a bunch of other ppl we really just bounce ideas off each other for the worldbuilding! even if what you’re working on isn’t collaborative, u can still talk through ur world and chars with others to get an outside perspective. for example, my granite falls save isn’t collaborative but i still bounce ideas off my friends and it really helps! also drawing inspo from media you like really helps, as long as it isn’t too derivative, i cant even name all the inspos i have for my ocs and worlds dkfjdk hope this helps!!.

( @wildmeadowsims ) KDFJKFGK ty both to u and tumblr notifs 😭😭💕💕

IKKK i thought about it but i figured having my blog actually being navigate-able triumphs over meelosh fan cam 🤧🤧🤧

ive done like 10 dkfjkdf

yupp

STOPDKFDK obviously i gotta make all my other biracial sims like logic and constantly talk about it to get the point across 😩😩😩

yeah im black DFJKDFJK but ig some ppl dont know or just didnt think about that aspect 😭😭😭

nah id never release a save file with that much cc lmao (or the halabis save in general)

#asks #anon #wildmeadowsims

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hey! how are you love? i cam across “making deals” and i’m obssessed with it! can i ask for maybe a part 2?

hi!! i’m great thanks for asking <3 and yeah for sure, i took a break from writing for a couple days but i worked on part 2 for a bit yesterday and am about to work on it some more rn. it shouldn’t take me tooooooo long but i am a bit of a slow writer cause i second guess like every sentence i type lmao. i’ll really try to have it up before friday cause i’m visiting family for the weekend so i won’t have my computer

#ask

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fillza · 8 months

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8 and 15? :3

8: want any tattoos?

yes oh my god. it's kind of basic but i want my flower tattoos so bad. and the little hardcore heart on my wrist. cam doesn't want tattoos at all tho so idk if i can get any lmao

15: favorite movie?

i think it's spiderman: into the spiderverse honestly. its a fucking good movie. im sure across the spiderverse will be the new favorite after i watch it tho :) it looks sick as hell

#ask.za #thunder ⚡️#thx for the ask m8 :)

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for the "give me a letter..." ask meme: s!

!!!! thank you thank you! i am so happy you sent me a letter! *cracks knuckles* ok ok

+ shapeshift (jenna doe): currently listening over and over. i can't remember how i cam across this one recently, but. her voice? her writing? the way she gives me nostalgic feels? *grabby hands* it's been a while since i have found an artist on my own (not like maya and joe, that was brought to me by themselves and the fandom). i love that feeling of needing more from an artist and just sitting at the edge of your seat for the next single they graciously hand feed you. //and she's so sweet, bubblegum, cherry; and i'm salty, might make your gums bleed//

+ sophmore slump or comeback of the year (fall out boy): fob, fob, fob. this song. the way their track titles read like a millennial magazine cover and the way they have their unique way of talking to the listener in their songs. idk. fuck. i will always love these fuckers. //we're the kids you used to love, but then we grew old. we're the lifers, here 'til the bitter end, condemned from the start, ashamed of the way the songs and the words own the beating of our hearts// annnnd //there's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up and there's another around to have us bend your trust; got a sunset in my veins and i need to take a pill to make this town feel okay// been slowly working on a tattoo for the second bit lyric for years because. its perfect. this song is perfect.

+ seventy times 7 (brand new): ever since the cutest cheerleader in my 4th period world history ap class made me a mix cd with this song on it i haven't released my chokehold on it. it is my go to song when i am pissed at anyone, especially when platonic relationships come to a crashing end. its mean, but fuck if they don't know how to capture this very specific feeling, when friendships die. //so is that what you call a getaway? tell me what you got away with cause i've seen more spine in jellyfish, i've seen more guts in eleven year old kids. have another drink and drive yourself home. i hope there's ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seat belt and again when your head goes through the windshield. is that what you call tact, you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. so let's end this call and end this conversation. and is that what you call a getaway? tell me what you got away with cause you left the frays from the ties you severed when you say "bEST FRIENDS" MEANS FRIENDS FOREVER// 🔥

+ she's in love with a boy (trisha yearwood): listen, the venn diagram of my parents' taste in music is two separate circles. they did not have any doubles in their vinyls and cassettes when they got together, okay? my dad was all bob dylan, jethro tull, and steve miller band while my mom was all fleetwood mac, barbra streisand, and james taylor. and my dad would make pick fun at my mom (lovingly) whenever she'd play a trisha yearwood cd saturday mornings. and personally, i found this song fascinating at the ripe age of 7 (it came out when i was 2, but it was mom's fave album ok) because my name was in it AND katie was in love with tommy? you mean the cute power ranger tommy? lmao. // katie looks at tommy like i still look at you//

+ sex & candy (marcy playground): i remember listening to this one back when i was like 15 and writing too much roswell fanfiction during 5th period english lit (not that i was sitting in class with my iPod playing) it was the song for maria/michael. //who's that casting devious stares in my direction? mama this surely is a dream//

send me a letter and i will write too much about my top 5 songs that start with that letter :)

#i didnt mean for this to be a lil novel? i just love music ok?#ask game #send me more please thanks #theres 25 other letters #about me

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tisalovestory · 3 years

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Catfish

Kinktober 2021 — cam couple

A/N: this fic took me a whole week to write LMAO at some point I was making this far too complicated for myself and I had to back track but I am quite pleased with what I managed to do with a concept that I expected to be simple pwp? much thanks to @redbeanteax as always for dealing with me when I was basically a ticking time bomb of sensitivity hhhh

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x f!reader

Description: You had not intended for him to find your side account.

Warning: reader has a nudes acc on twitter, you two are basically making amateur porn, lingerie, brief dry humping, filming, creampie, brief fingering, vaginal penetration, cockwarming, degradation, f!masturbation (sorta)

Word count: 8643

The first picture of your naked body you had ever taken was not meant to be seen by eyes that weren’t yours and much less being posted to the internet. The thought of leaving your figure out for anyone who came across it to see used to terrify you, knowing that being hidden behind a screen could bring out the most hostile of people. You respected, envied the people who had the guts to do it, studying the posture and angle of pictures where the subject seemed so at ease, so comfortable with themselves.

It was curiosity that made you do it, taking your baggy room wear off and rummaging for your ‘nice bra’ in your closet. The lacey lingerie was all-new, something you had bought on a whim and never had the chance to wear for anyone. Growing into adulthood and leaving your awkward phase in high school had surely helped made looking into the mirror a whole lot easier, but you still felt clumsy at the region of feeling comfortable in being gazed upon. You tried on the same set you were holding in your hands only once when you got it, immediately feeling out of your element at how brazen the garment was, much like you were inviting whoever you might wear it for to come look and come feel. The boldness made your face burn and you never took it out from the bottom of your drawers again until then.

There were times when you were in the bathroom with someone waiting in your bed that you thought of it but never reached for it. Now, it was just you in your room and you let the lace sat on your chest for yourself and no one else, taking your sweet time to stare at your reflection without a worry that you were using up someone’s patience.

It was still you, it was still the same flimsy garment and at first, the bitterness that it did not suit you was still the same. But it was just you, standing in front of the mirror at 2 am and the longer you stayed there, the more you gained this strange feeling that it didn’t actually look as bad as you remembered it to be. Your arms started moving on their own, and then the rest of your body followed, awkwardly mimicking what you saw other people do at first until you found the posture that made you want to keep looking at yourself.

You gulped when you tapped into your phone, carefully angling it so that your face was covered and it was your lace-clad chest right at the center of the frame.

There were no thoughts in your head as you stared at the picture, the battle between your habit to see what needed to be edited away and the newfound thrill of seeing yourself in a new light tugging at your head while you stared blankly.

In the end, you reached a conclusion that made your head light.

You looked beautiful.

It was supposed to be a throwaway, you had fully expected yourself to delete the empty Twitter account you made once you woke up the next morning, after many hours of sleep wash away the rush of adrenaline and replace it with regret.

You laughed dryly at yourself when you stared at your body in the glowing screen, forcing yourself to not think about it while you still thought it was a good idea.

But when you woke up the next morning and your eyes shot wide at the notifications you got, your still groggy brain confused by the numbers when you did not even expect your tweet to be found by people, the thrill was back.

You had ever received so many praises on the way you looked before and the buzz in your chest made your hands shake.

You did not delete the account that day as you had thought you would.

In fact, there was not even so much as a hint of regret when the empty account got less empty the longer you kept it around.

You had never expected that you would find someone like Suna in your life.

He was beautiful, by most people’s standards and most importantly your own. You very specifically remember your breath hitching when he walked into the dim karaoke room with his friends, sitting your back straighter as he somehow sat at the sofa seat directly opposite to yours. You had never been invited to any of these speed dating functions masked as “social gatherings” before and it did not take you long to realise that it was for a good reason. Your friends had begged you to fill in after someone else bailed on them last minute, making them one head short from being able to keep the numbers at an even. It was made to be quite clear that when you were trying to find a match among people you did not know, the immediate thing you could base it off was the visuals you were given. The way anyone who walked into the room subtly racked their gaze around resembled a whole lot of the same looks you detested, the knowing that the adding and deducting of marks had already started the moment you sat down making your mouth dry.

It felt incredibly tiring, watching as your friends suddenly talked louder and smiled wider than usual. And by the looks of how they perked up when it got to his turn to introduce himself, it was quite clear that it was not just you who noticed him right away.

But if you had tried to hide your reluctance then Suna just simply didn’t care, only replying in short sentences and hums whenever someone tried to get him to talk. He did not put in too much effort into dressing up unlike the people he came with, his hair laying loosely at the sides of his head without much styling and the baggy shirt hiding his figure. His long legs crooked up awkwardly in the tiny room, mumbling a muttered apology when his shoes bumped into yours when he did so little as tried to move.

One of the guys invited himself to take up the seat next to yours when your friend got up and moved somewhere closer to the person she had her eye on. The guy was quick to start telling you about himself, not seeming to notice your lack of interest as he took your polite replies as a cue to keep going. You distracted yourself by toying with the ice cubes in your drink, nodding mindlessly while you turned your head away from the man whose expressions only got more dramatic as he went on and on.

He was a few syrupy cocktails in, leaning closer and closer to you as you kept moving away from him which he clearly didn’t take the hint for. The music through the speakers made your ear buzz and the fact that whoever had the mic right now was by no means a good singer did not help your discomfort. The guy lunged forward with a loss of his balance when you stood up, your irritation finally reaching its breaking point when you could nearly feel his breath on your neck while telling you for the third time that he was sure he would get an offer from a big company before he even graduated university, using that as a transition to ask if you wanna go to the next yacht party he would hold so he could introduce you to his “powerful friends in the industry”.

His eyes widened in loss like he didn’t know why you were getting up all of a sudden when the conversation was going well. He was probably too busy talking about himself to notice your ticking patience or the clearly fake smile on your face as you tilted your head.

“I’m not feeling well,” you said sweetly, your smile falling as soon as you turned around.

You sucked in the deep breath you could not take in the muggy room as the door shut, shielding you from the yells and off-tine singing as you leaned against the wall. The pink neon lights of the karaoke made your head hurt, your eyes flicking to the ceiling as you sighed, wondering how long you could stay out without having to go back in to avoid suspicion.

You were not exactly enjoying yourself, but you would hate to be labelled a killjoy either.

The noises from the room suddenly got loud as the door creaked open, a few giggly whines following when someone, whoever it was, left the room.

There was an awkward silence looming in the air when Suna turned around and saw you already standing there, while you shifted to stand more properly when he bumped into you alone outside the room, not doing anything but also not going inside. The corridor was just wide enough for there to be some space between you two as he stood with his back to the wall, the music from the rooms next door ringing faintly behind the walls.

“You’re not going back in?” he spoke up first.

The polite way to go at it was to find some reason explaining how you would return soon, after feeling better from whatever symptom of sickness you could think of at the top of your head. But you were tired and you doubted that he cared when he escaped from the people fawning over him despite their protests.

You shook your head, “I don’t really want to, if I’m being honest.”

He chuckled, and his eyes lifted up for the first time that night as he looked straight ahead at you.

You felt conscious of your posture when his eyes stopped on you, your arms that had been laying loosely at your sides going up to hold onto each other as you tried to roll your shoulders back as naturally as you could. He looked amused, with his hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans and one heel stopped against the wall. “Getting tired of having your ears talked off?”

Ah, so everyone must have noticed except the guy himself. You sighed, “He kept bragging to me about how he smokes weed on a yacht, I don’t know if I can hold in the urge to tell him that’s not impressive any longer.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to another, his eyes curving into two thin slants on his face, “Not into braggers?”

“Not into braggers who have nothing good to brag about.”

Suna laughed, throwing his head to the side as he pressed the back of his hand to hide his smirk. You could not help but think about how he was even prettier up close when he leaned forward, the stretch of his arm guiding your gaze to his smiling eyes.

He was gorgeous and he looked like he knew he had it in the bag, a trait that was damningly charming to people like you who could not always say so for yourself.

“Suna,” his eyes were twinkling when he pushed himself off the wall and extended his hand towards you.

You giggled, and your face heated up at how unlike you the sheepish noise sounded. “I know, we all introduced ourselves when we sat down.”

“That was to everyone,” he said, his arm still hanging out as he pursed his lips into a cheeky grin, “I’m introducing myself to you now.”

And the special treatment must be making you bold, because you let yourself took his hand without immediately backing away the moment he held onto you. “Alright then,” you said, looking away from him briefly when he locked eyes with you, “(y/n).”

His hand was much larger than yours, the callouses at the pad of his fingers brushing at your skin and you tensed at the texture when it tickled the center of your palm. “Oh, sorry, my hands are a bit rough,” he said softly, not really sounding that apologetic as he wet his lips, “I’m an athlete.”

There were footsteps nearing and he darted his stare to the side, letting go of your hand only when someone tried to pass through the corridor you were blocking. Your face felt hot, the feeling of his fingers running along your palm as he pulled away still ghosting on your skin and you held onto your hand to stop it.

He resumed his previous posture, the long sleeves of his shirt hiding his hands as he crossed his arm in front of his chest. “Is that a better brag than yacht parties?” he asked.

You would have to admit that it was starting to get to your head that he was out here with you by his own choice when people had fought to sit by his side just earlier. There was a shameful burn in your stomach at the realisation that you were not any less shallow than the people who you were criticising just earlier, but you gulped it down.

“Depends on whether you’re a good one,” you bit the inside of your cheeks, holding back the clear sign that it did not actually matter at this point.

“Hm...” he hummed, his lips parting as he quirked his eyebrow up when the door next to him suddenly opened and he immediately closed his mouth, the smirk on his face disappearing in an instance when a slurred shout came from inside.

“Are you two ready to come back in yet?”

“Took you long enough,” the yacht guy said with a smirk he deemed to be very swoon-worthy, “feeling better?”

“Oh, much better,” you said in a sing-song voice, watching the way Suna snorted softly from the corner of your eyes, “feeling much clearer in the head after a break.”

The rest of the night went by much quicker than it did before your little encounter with Suna. The rambling in your ear became much more bearable when you would look up as your eyes darted around the room and saw him already looking at you, pretending to give a response to whoever was trying to flirt with him when he was nudging you under the table instead.

You declined when the group made plans for a second round after time was up for the karaoke and you did the same when the guy who had been hogging the seat next to yours asked for your contacts, saying that you did not feel comfortable giving your number to someone you had just met.

(The look of displeasure on his face was short-lived and he passed off his embarrassment of being turned down with a sigh. “What a pity,” he said, “my friend has just got a new boat and I was going to see if you would like to come when I borrow it next time.”

“Yes,” you said, already prepared to never see his face again for the rest of your life, “what a pity.”)

It was a lie, obviously, because you did not do so much as hesitate to give Suna your number when you saw him waiting a few blocks away from the karaoke even though he had already left before you were held up, the smile dancing on his face when he perked up from his phone making your heart raced.

And in all honestly, you had a very hard time holding back your grin when your friend came to you the next day and complained about how “the hot guy from yesterday” did not give anyone his number.

Except you.

You wore something very cute under your clothes on your first date. Not because of the possibility that he might see them at the end of the day, but because you needed that boost of confidence.

There was no way anyone could tell that you were wearing a laced-up bodysuit underneath your dress and it didn’t matter if it would be a secret only you and yourself knew. You got the lingerie as a gift to yourself for achieving the follower milestone you never thought you would reach from posting pictures of yourself and immediately after trying it on, you knew it was worth the investment, not to mention the cute pictures you got out of it as a bonus. Your followers had gone wild when you showed it on your timeline for the first time, another batch pouring in after a few popular nsfw accounts rebtweeted your pictures.

It made you feel like a million bucks and really, that was all you ever wanted to feel in anything. It became your go-to when you were in any situation that required confidence that could be so hard to muster out. Feeling good about yourself could be a powerful kick when you most needed it, and that was exactly how it was when you were about to see Suna again.

No matter how the date went and how he thought about you now that he saw you in broad daylight, there was a lot he didn’t know about you, this was one of those things.

You spotted him from a distance away, his slender figure standing out in the crowds of people. If he had been effortlessly good-looking the last time, then he had outdone himself this time around. A black wristwatch sat below the rolled-up sleeves of his blazer, calling your arms to the vein pulsing at the side of his forearm every time his wrist flicked. The thick belt synching his waist made his chest looked broader, the gold buckle sitting above his slacks that fell loosely on his long legs.

He looked like he walked out of a poster, and you just felt an awful lot like a catfish without even meaning to deceit him when you were out of the protective dimness of the tacky neon lights.

Your brain was being mean to you, you had to remind yourself when he looked up, returning his little wave shyly even though your heart was beating in anxiousness.

“You look very pretty,” that was the first thing he said to you, as if for some odd reasons you had managed to share the same thought only from different perspectives, “even prettier now that I get to see you clearly without the gruesome pink lights hurting my eyes.”

He probably meant it but the compliment still knocked you in the stomach, the many years spent dodging comments about the way you look still making you diffident to accept praises as they were. You managed to laugh off your sudden drop in mood. “Smooth talker,” you mused, pretending to roll your eyes at him.

“Just telling the truth,” he said, holding his opened palm to you with a sly grin.

You took his hand with a huff but you have got to give him credit, he did manage to make you feel like you were worthy of such high praise all through out the day. It was the small things that made you sink deeper and deeper, like how he casually pulled you to his other side when he noticed that the sun was shining right on you, or his hand hovering over your shoulder but not touching you when the streets were getting crowded.

He was so charming, such a gentleman, and your heart did a little flip every time you wanted to apologise when you noticed you were rambling only to see the way his eyes curved into two crescents while he hid his grin with the back of his hand.

“Hm?” he pressed on his lips with his fingers, nonchalantly bringing his cup up to replace his hand but still not being able to hide the corner of his lifted lips from behind the rim, “go on.”

You had your hesitations. Anyone could manage to be likeable if the conversation was short enough, what if he turned out to be a massive dick once you spent more time with him? You already had your perfectly valid excuses made up and ready in your head on how to cut the date short if things did not go well, to the point where you completely forgotten about what could happen if things went well.

Because it did, you liked him a lot, so much that you asked him if he wanted to come in when he was about to leave after walking you to your door.

His presence alone made your head spin. You did not recall when was the last time you were touched the way he was touching you the moment he was on you, his hands tugging and gripping at whatever he could reach as you hastily pulled his jacket off. Your limbs were a tangling mess as you tried to get rid of the distracting layers while stumbling to the bed, his strong hands pulling you back almost immediately before smashing his lips onto yours at the slightest hint of you wanting to part away.

Suna did not look so effortless anymore, not while he was moaning into your mouth when you palmed his erection through his slacks. The flirtatious touch made him lose patience, but he still remembered to cradle the back of your neck when he pushed you onto your bed. The sight of him panting above you knocked air out of your lungs, the flush on his face as he shrugged off his top made your thighs pressed tightly together.

You melted into a puddle of water from him just at how he lost his composure because he wanted you badly enough.

It was only when his breath hitched and eyes widened that you remembered what you were wearing underneath the clothes that now laid on your floor. His arms caged you in and now you were feeling terribly exposed, even though you were so ready for it just earlier. You knew exactly what he was looking at now, after having seen the way your body looked in the see-through bodysuit many times before. Your arms went up to cover the plunged neckline as you shy away from his wanton gaze, shrinking yourself into the mattress as he ran his eyes all over you.

Your face heated up at what he might think about someone who wore a full-blown lingerie set to a first date, knowing how desperate that must have made you look.

You gasped when your arms were pulled away, shivering when you felt his hand running from the bone of the bustier down to your waist under stopping at the root of your thigh.

“Is this for me?” he asked slowly, his voice dropped in tone and almost coming out like a purr as he dipped his head down to your neck.

A soft moan slipped from the back of your throat when his lips ghosted over your collarbone, the feeling of his fingers snaking between your legs and dangerously close to where you were getting hot for him far too distracting. The truth was that it wasn’t, you did not even consider the possibility of him ever seeing you like this before he managed to win you over completely.

But with his hoarse voice in your ear and his warm breath fanning your skin, you were ready to tell him anything he wanted to hear just to know if he liked the thought of you dressing up for him.

Suna rolled his hips against you when you let out a weak hum, the hardness nudging at your clothed cunt making your chest arched from the friction.

“Oh darling,” he whispered as if he was completely awestruck, pushing himself up to look fully at how you looked below him. The heat in his body was making him feel strange and as much as he liked what he was seeing, all he wanted was to rip that flimsy thing off of you.

You whimpered when he kissed you, his lips trailing down the valley of your chest as he spoke.

“I’m not worthy.”

Being with Suna was like a dream. He was so sweet and so nice. A bit aloof to the outside eye but never towards you. He made you feel like a goddess and you had started to get ahead of yourself with the newfound satisfaction of being treasured, letting the secrets you kept to yourself flew over your head.

Like how you secretly had a side account on Twitter, used straightly for you to post sultry pictures of yourself, something you had no intention to tell him.

Until now.

“Baby,” Suna looked as nonchalant as always when he spoke up, his legs tangled lazily with yours as he sat against the arm of your sofa with you to his chest. You froze when he handed you his phone and saw the familiar feed that was opened, “is this you?”

Acid pooled in your mouth as your shoulders tensed, panic and regret swimming in your head when you thought of what you should possibly say. You could potentially lie and say that it wasn’t you but you were certain that it would only make your case look worse, knowing full well that your boyfriend of all people should be able to recognise your naked body. The picture on his screen was your newest one, something you had been particularly pleased about. With you laying on your bed, your hands on top of the mesh robe that pooled around your arms and hiding your tits. The soft glow from the sinking sun slashed across your skin artistically, accentuating the dips and dents on your body with the mash of light and shadows, the glossy fabric draping over your figure. The frame cut just below the nape of your neck, the fainted marks on your shoulders leaving a whole lot of room for the viewer’s imagination.

Marks that he had left on you, and you could feel the pulse on you as his hands tapped at the side of your waist, the buzz of his teeth dragging against your skin burned at the back of your head.

You gulped when his hand inched into your shirt, tracing circles on the skin above your waist. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you,” you stuttered, leaning back against him when he pulled his phone out of your hands with two fingers.

You did not dare to move when he fell into silence, the muscles on his torso flexing with each breath he took, slow and steady and making your heart beat crazily like a child that just got caught. Suna did not say a word and you could hear his fingernail tapping on the screen, your face burning up as he kept scrolling.

You had thought about quitting it all together when you got with him, doing what you had thought you would do before you got hooked. He was the first person you had dated since you started posting nudes and it made you feel awfully conflicted. It was understandable if he was upset about it, but you also loved the feeling of being desired and admired far too much.

You learnt how to utilise what you had to its biggest advantage, you knew what made you look the best and it wasn’t that him being crazy for you was not enough, but you just couldn’t give up the feeling of being powerful just yet.

You were exclusive to him as he was to you, but behind that there were a good amount of people seeing what he thought was only meant for him. It was not cheating, but you wondered if he would think it was if he knew, which was precisely the last thing you wanted.

So now, with his silence, it was starting to frighten you.

“Rin?” you called out for him softly, shifting on his lap as you tried to turn towards him, “Are you mad?”

But Suna did not look angry or as upset as you thought he might be. The pale glow fanning out on his face made his gaze looked sharper, and you shuddered when it turned from the pictures of you on his phone to you. His free hand found its way to the small of your back, his tongue darting out to swipe at his bottom lip.

It was the familiar bedding that caught his eye when you showed up on his timeline through someone he followed, knowing almost immediately that it was you. How could he not when it was the same lingerie you wore when he fucked you the first time, he still thought about how luscious you looked when you could not even look at him in the eyes, the shyness contrasting with what you were wearing sharply and made him want you even more. “Shy” was not something he would use to describe the girl on his screen, there was nothing meek about how suggestive you looked with your arm covering your breasts while you were tugging at the ribbons of the bodice.

He kept scrolling, feeling himself getting harder and harder the more he saw. What got him was the comments you got, all the people flooding you telling you how gorgeous you were and how much they would do just to see more of you. You never showed them everything, always covering what they were begging to see one way or another. Suna palmed himself when he saw the way you politely declined anyone who asked if you would send them something private if they pay you, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness welling in his chest.

These people all wanted you, but they were not going to get any of you, not when you looked like you were about to tear up in front of him now because you were so distressed by the thought of him being mad at you.

Gave him a power rush just from the thought of it.

He let out a soft “awe” when you trembled at his touch, your eyelashes fluttered when he kissed your pouting lips. “I’m not mad,” he said, the corner of his lips tugging up at how you were looking at him all doe-eyed and worried, your hands that were pressed on his chest all shaky while your lips parted. Pulling you down until you were straddling his lap, you whimpered when he guided you to grind on his hardness, “Just... a little jealous that your followers get to see you in a new set before I do, that’s all.”

Whining softly when he dug his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, your clothed cunt clenched when he held you down, the print of his cock under his sweats pressing firmly on you. “Can you wear that for me?” he muttered, a smile spreading on his face as you jumped when he licked the shell of your ear.

You gulped, “Which one?”

“The mesh one that opens in the front,” he replied, chuckling when you tensed up, “with the crotchless thong?”

You tried to wiggle your hips but he stopped you, his playful gaze burning into your pleading eyes. He was not letting you off easily and you gulped, pressing your thighs together tightly when you felt the gushing wetness pooling between your legs as you climbed off of him, completely unaware of your boyfriend’s wolfish grin when you stumbled to your closet.

You had every bit of intention to wear this for him someday, truly, but you were still mustering enough courage for that. Wearing it for the camera was one thing but standing in front of someone with practically nothing covering you was another. Suna had no shame letting his eyes linger when you stepped out in front of him, seeming to get more excited when you tried to cover yourself. The mesh robe was held together by nothing but a thin bow at the center of your chest, your arms just hiding your nipples that could easily be seen over the sheer fabric. You shifted uncomfortably when you felt your walls clenching under his heated gaze, the feeling of your slick gathering prominent with how your pussy clenched around nothing through the cut-out.

“I wasn’t sure if this looks good so I wanted to wait before showing you,” you said, feeling your face lit up when he stood in front of you and unfolded your arms.

“So you went and show the internet first?” he said, clearly enjoying how nervous you were, “Naughty...”

“That’s not-”

“It’s cute that you’re only this shy for me,” his nimble fingers pulled at the end of the ribbon, goosebumps exploding on your skin when the robe came undone bit by bit, “how come you’re not shy when you’re letting strangers drool over you, hm?”

Your hands pushed at his chest weakly but he didn’t budge, only pulling you flush against him while his hand crept down your front. “You like me so much, it’s cute,” he chuckled, shoving his knee between your legs. You clawed at his shoulders when you felt the cotton of his sweats rubbing at your bare cunt, latching onto him while his arms snaked around you.

“You’re right to not show it to me first though,” you shuddered at the vibration of his voice in your ear, “because I am not confident that I can keep it in one piece by the time I’m done with you.”

Suna was rougher with you than he had ever been that day, biting and sucking at any inch of skin on your body he could reach, on your chest, on your thighs, and all over your neck. You had begged him to please take the lingerie off of you, the frilly hem of the panties being soaked with your juices as he pushed you through orgasm after orgasm in a feral state you had never seen him in. Suna only laughed at your broken pleas, the mean sound making you felt dizzy in the head as his cock drilled in and out of your abused hole. Bottoming out of you each time, he was most certainly making the squelches as loud as possible, hooking your knees over his shoulders while he fucked you hard until you were seeing stars.

You were so close to passing out when his hard cock throbbed inside of you, the robe you were laying on all soaked through with your arousal when he finally pulled out of you. The obscene sound of how sloppy it sounded when he jerked himself off had you rolling your head back, still huffing and panting when he came all over your tits.

Your eyes were threatening to close up from how worn out you felt, but the sound of camera shutters going off made you snapped up at him.

Suna could not tell you how content he felt when you looked at him, tears staining your face as sweat glistened on your skin, a few drops of his cum dripping onto the mesh that threatened to slide off of your frame. You had been so good for him, your mouth whimpering that it was too much while your pussy still sucked him in in blatant honesty. You shuddered when he gave you a rewarding kiss, patting your head while rolling himself onto the mattress next to you.

Your face burned when he tilted his phone towards you.

“Post this on your account,” Suna said with a wicked grin, “you look so good here.”

The next day, your phone blew up when a new tweet appeared on your followers’ timeline, with the lingerie set that had been so crisp just a day before being all bunched up under you, splotches of white all over your bare chest, and nothing covering your cunt but someone’s leaking cock.

Discovering your little secret has unlocked a whole new kink you never expected your boyfriend to indulge in.

The content you posted got more and more graphic as his involvement increased, the contrast of pictures you took yourself and the ones he took of you was stark enough that everyone had started to pick up.

“Rin, you always take pictures when I’m looking ugly,” you whined, trying to fight for his phone so you could delete a photo of your eyes rolling back while he came all over your face with one hand gripping your hair.

Suna laughed when your arms were not long enough to reach him, smirking when you clicked your tongue as he forced you to look at what you called your “ugly face”. “And?” he retaliated, ignoring the way you pinched his arm, “I love showing people that I fuck you so good you can’t even think about trying to look pretty.”

But people were wild for it too, loving the way you were so composed and elegant in some pictures but the next tweet from you might be a shot of you holding your legs up, a man’s fingers plunged deep into your wet hole and the heel of his palm pressed against your clit.

The increasing crudeness of your pictures only gave you a spike in following and it only skyrocketed when you started posting not just stills but videos.

The first video you ever posted was just less than a minute long but it sure did enough. You refused to watch it yourself despite Suna’s constant teasing, not really ready to know how you looked in his eyes when you were too concerned about getting split open to make yourself look good the way you knew how to.

“Are you sure? Because I always watch back on this one when you’re not around...” That was his way of messing with you, stopping almost immediately after he clicked into it. The sound of you mewling was a sure way to get you to glare at him, even though it looked nothing but adorable to him as he put his phone away with a giggle.

He only got cockier as the lengths of the videos got longer, until eventually, the 2 minutes 20 seconds limit of Twitter did not do it for you anymore. You had been fidgeting the whole time he set the camera up at the other corner of your bed, shifting up against the mattress until your back was hitting the headboard. Posting nudes and sex tapes on twitter was one thing, but the realisation that you were now making actual porn sudden dwell on you when you saw the red light blinking, tensing at the thought of how this would appear in the searches among side actual professionals who were so much more produced and attractive than you were.

The coldness of the lube dripping onto your skin brought your attention back to your boyfriend, who was lubing up his fingers and running the coated digits along your folds. “Don’t overthink this,” he said, his face half-covered by the black mask he was wearing. You whimpered when his fingers slipped inside of you, stretching you out as he scissored them between your walls, “if you don’t like it, we can always delete that footage.” Suna was comforting you, but there was not a doubt that he was grinning behind the mask when he crooked his index finger and you arched off the mattress, pulling out just to rub at your puffy clit.

It had got to be a part of his plan because by the time he was done with you, you were already too hazy and fucked out of your mind to think about the camera that was rolling. You refused to look at the video yourself, handing the editing and the posting all to him by his insistence that it was good.

It should have been part of your expectations that someone like him, who seemed to be more excited the more you squirm and tried to hide away, would use your absolute refusal to see the way you looked on film against you one day.

Suna knew you too well, knowing exactly which button to push to get you to react the way he wanted you to. You were just lounging on the sofa in his arm one second earlier, your head laying on his chest as you blankly stared at the tv that played. His hand started slipping under your shirt the moment the on-screen kiss started getting heavier, his heel rubbing at the bridge of your foot as he hoisted you up on his lap.

One thing led to another and soon the boring daytime drama was ignored altogether when clothes started coming off. Your shirt was the first thing that went, with your bra he had unclasped while he was snaking around falling off your shoulders the moment he latched on you. You whimpered when he pushed your panties to the side, parting your folds while you impatiently pulled his cock out of the restraints.

It was going so well and you let out a broken moan when you sunk down on his length only to have him gripping you in place and stopping you from moving at all.

“Rin,” you whimpered, digging into his forearms that caged you on him, desperate for more friction as the initial burn from the stretch slowly passed.

“I want to try something,” he mumbled, placing wet kisses on your skin while fumbling for the remote.

You nearly jumped when the channels switched and a loud moan echoed through the living room, a voice that you so distinctively recognised to be your own. Suna groaned at the sudden squeeze of your walls, holding back his urge to cum inside of you when you twisted your head over, your pupils all blown out in humiliation and shock.

“Rin!” you hissed, even though it came out as nothing stronger than a mewl when he throbbed inside of you.

“What?” he said like it was funny, chasing your lips even though you turned your head away out of annoyance, “Is this not hotter than what we were watching earlier?”

“Suna Rintarou,” your face was burning feverishly, both from the want to have him give you more friction and the vulgar sight of yourself getting railed on the large screen.

“Sh...” his hand cradled the back of your head, forcing you to look straight ahead, “don’t look at me, look at yourself.”

You hated the way your cunt gushed around him even when you just wanted nothing more but to stay annoyed at him for making you do this. You refused to believe that it was you on the tv, looking every bit desperate and sex-crazed as you let him bounce you on his cock like you were nothing but a ragdoll. Your ass bounced against his thighs every time he slammed you down, the loud noises of skin against skin reminding you of how it felt like to have his balls slapping you when he bottoms out inside of you. His hands hooked under your knees much like the position he had you in now, only that his length was burying deep inside of you, manhandling you like your cunt was just a cocksleeve for him to abuse.

Something he wasn’t doing now, and you hated to say that you wanted nothing more than to get what the person on the screen was having.

“Rin, please,” your voice came out cracked but he only squeezed your thighs as he locked you in place.

“Be patient,” he clicked his tongue, piercing over your shoulder as he pecked your neck.

“Ah- Ah! Oh fuck! So good- so good...”

The hotness of his cock pressing tightly against your walls was painfully prominent, making your toes curled with his hard tip nudging at you. You whimpered and dug your nails into his arm when he gripped at your legs, spreading them for him at the same moment when he pulled out of you in the video, the sight of your hole clenching around nothing as the mixture of your slick and his cum dripped out of your folds as he lifted you for the camera.

“You don’t see the way people talk about this pretty pussy, do you?” he chuckled, caressing the inside of your thigh as the other traced your sex that was stuffed with his girth. He continued, grinning at the way your legs tensed when the video closed up on his fingers pushing his cum back inside you, “Everyone who watches wants to be the one fucking your tight cunt, talking about all the obscene things they would do with your body if you are their slut instead.”

You cried out when he thrust into you with no warning, seeing white in your vision at the sudden tug at your strings. “Does it turn you on? Knowing that there’s poor men out there jerking off to you creaming on my cock?”

Suna chuckled when you shook your head weakly, the vibration making his cock shift inside of you. You watched in envy when you were thrown onto the bed roughly on screen, your legs pushed up into a mating press as he perched on top of you. A choked whine ripped from the back of your throat at the sight of yourself getting stretched open when he plunged his cock inside of you, the curve of his balls sitting perfectly on your ass when he snapped up.

“Now you know how pretty you look when you’re getting fucked,” your velvet walls clenched when he licked your earlobe, “you want me to fuck you like that now?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Touch yourself,” your velvet walls clenched when he licked your earlobe, “if you can get yourself off then I’ll give it all to you.”

Your pulse quickening at the mix of arousal and embarrassment that plagued your brain, wanting to take your eyes off the tv but too entranced to do so. “Go on,” he urged, pinching your hardened peaks and you jerked backwards, “you want to.”

It was confusing how turned on you were, feeling as if you were peeking at a pair of strangers in their most intimate moments instead of it being yourself. Suna’s chest rise and fall behind your back, his skin hot against yours as you leaned against his toned muscles. Your fingertips elicited a trail of tingles as you hesitantly ran it down the center of your torso, sighing when they formed a V at the sides of your pussy and pulling your lips apart all while he was still snugly inside of you. Your head tipped back when you pulled back the hood covering your clit, the noise that slipped from your lips matching the ones that were being played through the speakers.

“Hm- uhn...”

The itch in your core latched onto the feeling of your fingers rubbing at your clit for release, your back tensing and arching against him. Your other hand held onto his arm for leverage, your eyes fighting to stay open through the reflex of wanting to shut tight from the pleasure. It was not as good as having him service you but that was all you could get, chasing the budding feeling of your high that had built at the pit of your stomach. The Suna on screen was making you shake with each piston, ripping out moan after moan from you when he switched to fluid strokes, wetness rolling down the curve of your hips as his cock pushed the slick out of you. You couldn’t help but mewl at the sight, feeling as if he was moving inside of you now as you flicked at the sensitive bud, running your palm along the sides of your sloppy cunt that sat at the base of his cock to collect your arousal.

Suna grunted when you clamped down on him, collapsing on him when your body gave in after the waves of your orgasm washed you over. He gave a breathless chuckle, leaning down when you tugged at his arm and kissed you square on your trembling lips, earning him a shaky sigh. “You,” he said, featherlight kisses trailing down the side of your neck as he slowly laid you on the sofa and you whimpered at the feeling of his cock moving inside of your still sensitive cunt, “are everything I can ever ask for.”

Your mouth fell slack when he finally let loose, your legs wrapped up around his waist weakly with the last bit of strength you could muster out when he pounded on you. The sofa was creaking under his force, your body sinking deep into the cushions as he hammered in and out of your hole. The way his hips slammed down on yours was bone-crushing, your body surging forward each time he pressed himself onto you. Suna lifted your hips up, gripping you vice on the thighs as he continued to use you the way you liked. The new angle made your knees weak, his hard tip bumping at the spongey spot deep inside of you with every thrust. You were seeing stars with how hard he was fucking you, his feral grunts right at your ear while the sound of the tv tickled your senses. Your voice was easily picked up by the camera and you could rarely hear him when you were filming but he was being so loud today, soft moans mixing in between pants when he was getting closer and closer.

Suna pulled you close to his chest when he reached his limit, feeling the way your body curved so perfectly against his as he poured his load inside of you. You whimpered at the warmth that rushed into you, his cock throbbing with each spurt that painted your insides. He stayed still when he slowly softened, the sounds of the people on tv reaching their release sounding distant with your ear on his chest, his erratic heartbeat filling your ears.

The video was cut when he slowly pulled his softened cock out of you, the stickiness seeping out of you with each of your exhale. Suna chuckled at your blissful expression, sighing into your touch when your hands rested by his neck as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Alright,” you said when he pulled away from the kiss, sounding out of breath when you rolled your eyes playfully, “where did you hide the camera this time?”

He froze, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as you held him there. “There’s no camera,” he laughed.

“Oh, don’t lie,” you sat up, wincing when you felt the wetness that was running down your legs, “where is it?”

He huffed, mumbling when you crawled up from the sofa, “Behind the router.”

“I knew it,” you said, making your way to the shower to wash away the grime on your body. You halted in your tracks, spinning on your heel at your dazed boyfriend before giving him a cheeky grin. “You know,” you said, mimicking the way he always speaks when he thought you were being obvious, “you talk more when there is a camera.”

Suna watched as you disappeared into the bathroom. slamming the door shut. He blinked, and ran his hand through his hair with a snort of disbelief that while he was so cocky, you also got him figured out in the process.

As established, you were everything he could ask for and more.

Suna stretched his limbs, rolling to his side before sliding off the sofa. The tiny lens was hidden discreely behind the box of your router, nearly invisible unless you already knew it was there. The camera stopped when he pressed on the button and seconds later, a new video file appeared in his gallery.

He licked his lips, before shutting his phone off.

He would save this one for his eyes only.

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