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smutstevington · 8 months

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Resensitized | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You need a place to move in, and your new friend has a spare room. Turns out, he's a porn star, and now you can't stop thinking about him. What ever will you do?

Part 2 here and part 3 here :)

Word Count: 7.6K

Warnings: MINORS DNI PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, smut, Pornstar!Eddie x fem reader (no defining characteristics or use of y/n), modern day, friends to lovers...kind of? Fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected p in v, the knee thing™️, Eddie is a soft dom but also a simp, reader is his exception, and they were roommates(!)

A/N: I'm baaaaack! I was randomly inspired by this concept and couldn't stop thinking about it until it was done. Please know I wrote this with as much respect to sex work as I could, but there might be some inaccuracies just because I'm not too familiar with the industry nowadays. Until next time! xx

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You met Eddie at a party. He was a friend of a friend’s plus one, so he didn’t really know anybody, and you noticed nobody was talking to him, so you went over there and struck up a conversation.

Eddie was sweet. Eddie was goofy. Eddie was a little rough around the edges, but ultimately gave you good vibes. You ended up talking to him for quite a while, and when the night came to an end, you realized you didn’t want to stop talking to him.

It wasn’t, like, a crush thing - although, he was handsome and definitely crush material - it was more that it was hard making friends as an adult, and you liked being around him. So many times, you’d met people and left them just as fast, and you didn’t want that to happen with Eddie.

You gave him your Instagram, which he followed, and then you requested to follow him back, which he accepted.

You didn’t talk much for a month or two. He didn’t really post anything, but would comment or react to your posts and stories. Most often, you complained about your living situation - your landlord and your roommates were awful, and eventually your lease came to an end. You jokingly posted - “who’s gonna help me find a new apartment?”

Eddie replied - I don’t know if you’d be interested, but I might be able to help.

It turned out that Eddie had a room vacant in his two-bedroom apartment. The idea seemed kind of out there at first, but you realized it wasn’t much different than searching for roommates online. Besides, this was safer, since you knew Eddie already, and you couldn’t afford an apartment by yourself, so…

You went over to look at his place, and holy shit. It was incredible there. Clean, although slightly cluttered with his various belongings - movie posters, music, video games, and the like. Also, the rent he was asking for was absurdly low. It felt like a no-brainer.

“Eddie, this is - I mean, this is perfect,” you told him. He grinned.

“Okay,” he said with a nod. “Uhh, there’s just one thing I feel like I should tell you before you move in.”

“What is it?” you asked. Suddenly, you saw Eddie get nervous, and you couldn’t possibly predict what would warrant that reaction. He took a deep breath.

“Maybe you already know, but it feels like you don’t know? So I just - ugh. If you don’t know, I think I gotta tell you.” You stared at him, confused.

“Eddie, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

He smirked slightly, then sighed as his hands fell to his sides.

“I…do…porn?” he said at last. You stared at him blankly as you processed this.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate,” you replied. “Like OnlyFans?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Look, I - I’ve done it for a few years, and I guess I’m kinda popular. It’s why a lot of the time, people stay away from me, because it puts them off. Or, they’re embarrassed about recognizing me, which I guess I understand. But anyway, that’s why I was surprised you never said anything or asked me about it. Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing you had no idea.”

Huh.

“I…really didn’t.”

It wasn’t that you were judging him - not at all - but living with someone who did that sort of thing brought up all kinds of questions. Eddie’s anxiety returned.

“Ah, shit. That ruined everything, didn’t it?” He ran his hands through his hair. “I just - It’s how I make money, but it’s not my whole life or anything. But I felt like you should at least know about it if you were gonna live with me.”

“Do you do any of it here?” you asked. Eddie shrugged.

“Sometimes.”

You nodded slowly.

“Like, in the living room or just your room?” His eyes narrowed as he tried to assess how you felt through your line of questioning.

“Uhh - my room. I mean, I guess there was one time on the couch, but for the record I’ve gotten a new couch since then. Oh, and if you move in and don’t want me filming anything here, I won’t. Not even solo stuff. Shit. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I just have a pretty casual view on sex and I kind of forget that not everybody -”

“I think I’m okay with this,” you decided.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You looked around the beautiful apartment that would save you a crap ton of money, and you realized you couldn't pass this up. Besides, you weren’t a prude. “My last roommates had loud sex all the time, and our walls were so thin it felt like I was intruding, somehow.” Eddie laughed, his anxiety easing slightly. “Plus, I don’t care what you do. I bet it’s good money. As long as I’m not in any of the videos, we’re good to go.”

“Wow,” he responded, stunned. “I honestly didn’t expect you to be so cool about it.” You shrugged.

“Just don’t eat my food and we should be fine,” you concluded.

“Deal,” he replied. You shook his hand, and thus began your time as Eddie Munson’s roommate.

Ohhhh, this was a mistake.

Living with Eddie was a total breeze for the first two months. He was respectful and didn’t talk about work at all unless you asked him about it, which you didn’t. You both were pretty busy people so you didn’t even see each other that often.

But then, two months in, you got curious and watched one of his videos.

Holy. Shit.

First of all, you couldn’t believe you’d never stumbled across him before in your searches, because he was, like, really popular. He’d undersold himself, for sure. Although, you didn’t watch porn that often (you preferred reading it or listening to it), because usually there was something off about it. Like, the women felt like they were acting, or they weren’t even trying to hide that they were acting and were really bad at it, or the dirty talk was weird, etc etc.

Eddie’s videos were not like that.

(Yeah, after the first one you watched a few more).

Look, the man knew what he was doing. He had chemistry with everyone, and something about it was captivating. It’s not like you were getting off to them - that would have been weird - but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you the fuck on.

He hadn’t been lying either about the locations. None of the videos you’d watched were recorded at the apartment.

You weren’t sure if you would have cared if they had been, though. Like, as long as any shared furniture was cleaned after, it wasn’t a huge deal, right? Pretty much every couch anywhere you go has been used for sex at some point. So, this wasn’t much different.

Anyway, watching Eddie’s videos had been a mistake, because now when you saw him in the morning, pouring himself a cup of coffee in his robe, you knew what he looked like naked.

Fuck.

“Morning,” he said casually. “Want some?” You nodded, and then he took another mug from the cupboard and poured coffee into it for you. When you went to the kitchen counter to grab it from him, his knuckles brushed yours, and you jumped a little at the touch. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. You went to the fridge and took the creamer from the shelf, then topped off your coffee with it.

“How’d you sleep?” you asked.

“Good,” he replied. “Oh, so I’m going to the grocery store in a bit. You need anything?” You took a sip of your coffee before answering.

“Uhhh, yeah, but I was actually planning on going myself,” you said.

“We could go together,” he suggested.

You took another sip of coffee as a way to stall, even though it was too hot. You had no reason from his perspective to say no - the two of you had gone on errands together a few times, and it had been fine. Besides, you legitimately had to go to the grocery store, so if you said no and went later it would just look suspicious.

”Sounds good,” you agreed with a smile. He smiled back, then nodded.

“Great, just let me know when you’re ready.”

You finished your coffee in your room, because being around him was making you nervous. It was so dumb, feeling this way. Nothing had changed. You were the same people you’d been yesterday. Watching that video was an incredibly poor choice, but at the same time, how were you supposed to refrain? You lived with a guy who was famous for getting women off. You wondered how you hadn’t known any of this when you’d first met him, but then pieces came together. The reason he was alone at the party. Why his Instagram was private. Why he didn’t have a roommate.

When you agreed to move in, you promised yourself you wouldn’t be weird about it, and now here you were, hiding in your room because you were too awkward to maintain small talk with your roommate.

Eventually, you got dressed and psyched yourself up for what was to come. You just had to get those videos out of your mind, that’s all.

Easy enough, right?

Wrong!

“Did you listen to the song I sent you yesterday?” he asked as you walked to the car.

“Uh, no, not yet,” you replied. He clutched his heart as if you had broken it, then laughed.

“Okay, well then I guess I know what we’re listening to on the way.”

Once again, all of this should have been easy like it always was. But you couldn’t stop staring at his hands on the steering wheel, the rings on his fingers, and - God forbid - his lips. And his eyes? Forget it.

“Good song,” you said, staring straight ahead at the road.

“Of course it is, I picked it out,” he teased. You saw him glance at you in your peripheral vision. “Everything okay? You’re quiet today.”

“Everything’s fine,” you blurted out, maybe too quickly to be convincing.

“Ooookay,” he responded. “Well, I don’t believe you, but you can keep your secrets.”

You remained slightly awkward and flustered around him, particularly any time he touched you. He’d tap you on the shoulder to get your attention, or reach across you to grab a bunch of bananas that you were standing in front of, and it came to a point where you told him you had to go off on your own to grab something just because you knew you were totally giving yourself away. But after a few more minutes to yourself in the chips aisle, you felt relatively normal again.

Disaster only really struck on the way home.

“So, this tattoo place on the right,” he said. “That’s where I usually go. The guy who works there is incredible. His designs are sick as hell.”

“How many do you have?” you asked. He scrunched his eyebrows as he thought about it.

“I guess it depends on what you’d count as one,” he replied. “Like, I have almost a half-sleeve on my right arm, but I didn’t get it all done at once.”

“Count them however you’d like.” He thought about it some more, then shrugged.

“I have a lot of them, and I always want more.”

“I’ve heard it’s addictive,” you replied. “So, what would you get next?”

“I’m thinking about adding to the one on my thigh,” he answered.

“The witch?” you asked. He raised his eyebrows. The tattoo on his thigh was pretty iconic, actually. It was a woman on a broomstick with her tits out. Not something you would ever personally get, but Eddie pulled it off. “Are you going to give her a friend? Or a bra?”

Eddie snorted laughing, then covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle it. It didn’t work, and he burst into laughter again.

“Come on, my joke wasn’t that funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Eddie’s laughter finally faded enough for him to explain.

“I never told you what the tattoo was,” he informed you. Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake.

“I - um -”

“That’s what’s going on! You looked me up!” he exclaimed. Despite your absolute humiliation, he seemed to only find it amusing. “Don’t get all shy about it. It’s fine. I’m honestly impressed you held out this long.”

“Can we not talk about it?” you asked, trying to awkwardly laugh with him but mostly wishing you were six feet underground.

“Whatever you want, roomie,” he replied with a grin. “I’m just glad I didn’t do anything wrong.” You bit your lip, then released it.

“No, you did pretty much everything exactly right,” you responded, deciding to lean into the awkward situation. Eddie licked his lips and smirked.

“Good to hear,” he said, smug. He pulled into your apartment complex, parked the car, and took the keys from the ignition. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in there, so you rushed out of the car and made a beeline for your front door as soon as you were able. He caught up as you worked the lock open, and you could feel his eyes on your shaking hands. “You know, you’re cute when you blush,” he said.

The door unlocked and you pushed it open, but it’s not like the apartment you shared with him was going to be any less charged. You tried to continue acting less nervous than you were.

“Oh, you’re flirting with me now?” you teased, leaving your keys on the counter. His voice continued behind you.

“I flirt with everyone,” he said. “Sorry, I’ll reel it in. Just, we were talking about -”

“No, I know,” you interrupted. You turned around, deciding to face this situation head on, since you were already knee-deep in it anyway. “Okay, let’s talk about it.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“About what I do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright. What do you wanna know?”

You took a deep breath and asked something that you’d been wondering for the last two months.

“Is it weird, knowing that most people you know have seen you naked?”

Eddie didn’t seem fazed by the question in the slightest - not that you expected him to be. He shrugged.

“I like the way I look,” he replied. “It actually doesn’t bother me at all.” You clicked your tongue to your teeth and asked another question.

“Does anything about it bother you?” To your surprise, he took the question seriously, taking his time as he came up with a response.

“It definitely feels like I live in a different world a lot of the time,” he answered. “Like, I go to work, I meet the person I’m supposed to fuck, and then I do whatever I gotta do to get them off. That’s all it is, really. After a while, it just feels like going through the motions. The excitement isn’t really there anymore. On the other hand, I make a shit ton of money to have sex with beautiful people, so…”

You tried to ignore the way the heat rose to your cheeks as he talked about work. From what you’d seen, it was clear that not one person had faked their enjoyment for him. Of course, it made you a little curious what it would be like, but not curious enough to do anything about it.

At least, not yet.

“You’ve never, like, caught feelings?” you asked. “Or maybe gotten coffee with one of them? Wait, do you ever have sex off camera?”

“Wooow, you’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” he teased, jumping up to sit on the counter beside you. Being next to him was starting to feel comfortable again, now that you were speaking freely. “Uhh, well for starters, I don’t have sex off-camera very often, honestly. My job doesn’t make it that easy to date. And yeah, I’ve met up with partners after if I feel like we’d get along, but I don’t know. It always feels more like friendship than anything else.” You cocked your head curiously.

“But you had sex with them,” you pointed out, confused.

“You’ve never fucked one of your friends before?” he asked. You shook your head. “Oh. Well, like I said, my perception of this kind of thing is a little skewed.”

You nodded slowly, then realized those were all of your main questions. Talking about it actually did make things a whole lot better.

“Thank you for being so open about it,” you told him.

“Thank you for sticking around,” he replied. “And seriously, you can ask me anything. Or, we can never talk about it again. Up to you.”

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I’ll let you know.”

He went off to do his thing and you did yours, and that was that. Things went back to normal again, more or less - at least for another week.

The problem was, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. When you were trying to sleep at night, your curiosity coursed through you to search his name again, and it became increasingly difficult not to succumb to it. You didn’t want to cross that line, though. It felt like a necessary boundary to have.

Instead, you did what you usually did. You read, you listened, you pictured things in your head.

Your mind always wandered to your roommate anyway.

One night, Eddie had left, and he was supposed to be gone until morning. You used it as an opportunity to walk around naked, watch romantic comedies on the couch, and listen to music he’d hate as loudly as you wanted. It was glorious.

You were in your room dancing in a t-shirt and underwear, and it was turning out to be an excellent night. Eventually, your friend called, so you chatted with her for a bit on speaker phone as you put away your laundry. Naturally, Eddie came up.

“Okay,” she said. “There’s a really simple solution here, and it’s to fuck your hot Sex-God of a roommate.” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not simple, and it’s not a solution,” you replied. “And our relationship isn’t like that. I can’t believe you looked him up.”

“Of course I looked him up! One of us had to!” your friend shouted back. “And, can I just say - damn.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you responded with a sigh. “I’m just trying to be…respectful.”

“It sounds like he doesn’t care at all,” your friend noted. “But I get it, I guess. You’re a lot stronger than I’ll ever be.” You laughed.

“Thank you, I think I deserve a medal for going through this while also not having had sex in six months.”

“Absolutely,” your friend agreed. “Alright, girlie, I’m headed to bed. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and hung a few sweaters up in your closet, then walked into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. The problem was, when you got there, you realized that Eddie had beat you to it.

“Want something?” he asked, bent over into the fridge.

“Fuck!” you yelled, jumping back. “What are you -? Why are you - ? When did you -?” Eddie laughed and grabbed two beers from the fridge, then closed the door and handed you one.

“Relax,” he said. “My plans fell through so I came home early. I like your pants, by the way.” You looked down at yourself to realize you weren’t wearing any. You chuckled, then pushed him away from you.

“Dick,” you said, cracking the can open. He did the same, and then you clinked your beers together before each taking a sip. “Thank god I’m wearing some clothes. I wasn’t a few hours ago.”

“That’s hot,” he teased.

“Shut up.” You turned to go back to your room so you could put real pajamas on, and were confused when he followed you in.

“Your friend has a point by the way,” Eddie said. You froze in your tracks, then pivoted to face him.

“What?” you asked, your stomach dropping to the floor. “Wait, how much of that conversation did you hear?”

“Uhhh, well I definitely heard that whole last part about me,” he replied. “Six months, by the way? I agree, you do deserve an award for that.”

Jesus Christ.

“Oh my God I have to move out,” you said. Eddie laughed, then pulled you closer to him by the wrist. You felt your breath hitch at being so close to him. Your eyes met his, and you immediately felt hypnotized.

“Listen,” he said, his grip on your wrist burning into your skin. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off, but six months is a long time, and I could help out if you wanted.”

“Eddie, are you seriously suggesting…?” The corner of his lip twitched up slightly.

“It wouldn’t mean anything, obviously. I just know you’re curious, and since you’re going through a dry spell or whatever I could be of service. And then it would be out of the way, and you could move on.”

You stared at him, having a million thoughts at once.

Yes, you wanted that very much. The thought of it alone was already making your core ache and throb for him. You knew he would blow your mind, and it had been so long…

Then again, you also knew it was a horrible idea. You both lived together, and having sex would complicate things. Most of all, you knew that - despite what he was saying - it would mean something, and you wouldn’t move on. He could, but you couldn’t. That’s not how it worked for you.

“I can’t,” you said. He nodded and dropped your hand.

“Alright,” he replied casually. “Then you should go fuck someone else so you stop thinking about me.”

“I’m not thinking about -”

“Good night,” he smirked.

He left your room, and you heard him walk to his own room and shut the door.

He was probably right. You needed to break your dry spell. So, you did what any sensible person would do and re-downloaded Tinder. By the following night, you’d found a suitable guy to hook up with.

You invited him to your apartment instead of going to his, because it felt safer. And Eddie unshockingly had no problems with it, so that wasn’t an issue. He said he was going to stay in his room and listen to music, and to just text him when you were done.

So…you did that.

The sex was bad. Like, remarkably bad. The man clearly had relied on his good looks and big dick and felt like that was enough. The worst part was that he thought he was nailing it the whole time. He was only over for about 45 minutes total, after which you told him you had to get to bed. He seemed disappointed, but also he’d just had sex so he wasn’t too bummed about it.

You texted Eddie, and within a few minutes you heard his door open and his footsteps approaching your room from down the hall.

“Damn, he’s gone already?” he teased, staring out the window to see your Tinder hook-up driving away. “That’s a shame. I wanted to meet the man that caused you to do the worst fake orgasm sounds I’ve ever heard.”

“Eddie!” you yelled, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself. “You said you wouldn’t listen!”

“I got curious! Sue me!” he shouted back. “Now we’re even. Curiosity got the best of both of us.”

You stared at him for a moment, then realized he was right. You sighed.

“Fine,” you said. “Thanks for recommending I do that, by the way. Now my body count is higher and my dignity is shattered.” Eddie laughed.

“Body counts are bullshit anyway,” he replied. “Sorry he couldn’t get you there.”

“Guys usually can’t,” you told him. Which was true - you mainly could only come using toys, and most guys seemed intimidated at the idea of using them. Like it was emasculating or something.

“I bet I could,” Eddie said with a smirk.

“I bet you could, too,” you agreed. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Have fun,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and made your way to the bathroom.

Showering did clear your mind a bit, but made you no less sexually frustrated. You tried to touch yourself, but weren’t getting anywhere, so you just got yourself clean instead. You put a fresh pair of underwear on and wrapped your robe around yourself, then headed back to your room.

Eddie was right beside your door - leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He eyed you up and down, then took a step towards you.

“I have a question,” he said.

“Um, okay.”

“Have you ever gotten off to my videos?”

He asked it so casually, you needed a minute to even comprehend what he was saying, and even longer to realize he wasn’t kidding.

“Eddie, what the hell?” you replied. You tried to maintain your composure, but your attempts were futile. Especially when he looked at you like that.

“I’ve just been wondering,” he continued. “Curiosity, that’s all.” You swallowed.

“Not to any of your videos,” you answered.

“To the thought of me?”

Yes. Not intentionally, but yes.

Your breathing became shaky, his words enough to get you worked up again.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice soft.

“I’m helping you out,” he responded. “Salvaging your night.” He hooked his finger into the tie around your waist, then tugged you even closer to him. “I mean, if you want me to. The offer is there.”

Fuck it. You were tired of fighting your attraction to him. You nodded.

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s just get it over with.” He smiled. “How do we start? Should I lie down? Is there anything off limits? What do I-”

“Don’t think about it,” he said, answering your line of questioning by silencing you. “Get on the bed.” He let go of you so you could walk into your room and follow his orders. You watched him rub his hands together and crack his knuckles as if he was getting ready to go to work - which made sense, all things considered. Then, he followed your footsteps to your bed and made his way towards you until he was settled beside you.

His hand trailed up your body until it settled in your hair. He gripped it tightly so he could angle your head to the side, then leaned over and pressed light kisses to your neck that sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you like things on the gentle side or more rough?” he asked against your skin.

“Healthy mix of both,” you answered. He hummed in approval, then licked a stripe up your neck until his lips were to your ear.

“Talk to me during, okay?” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

Okay, this was officially worth it no matter the consequences.

“I like what you’re doing,” you responded. You felt his mouth return to where it had been before, except this time he found a sensitive spot and sucked on it. You gasped, so he did it again, harder.

“Hickies?” he asked.

“I’d rather not have them, but also please don’t stop,” you muttered. Your eyes fluttered closed as you enjoyed the sensations. His lips were soft but firm, and every point of contact with him felt like it was on fire.

“I can work with that.”

While he continued kissing and nipping at your neck, his hand left your hair to snake down and pull the tie on your robe until it was undone.

You expected him to take your robe off like he was unwrapping a gift - quickly and without precision - but instead he took his time with you. He was slow and deliberate with every action, opening you beneath him little by little and addressing each new exposed part of you before moving on and continuing. He groped at one of your breasts while kissing you, then kissed down your neck and to your other breast. His lips settled on your left nipple while his fingers worked the right one - pinching, sucking, biting, driving you absolutely crazy.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “N-need more.” He released your nipple from his mouth with a pop.

“More what?”

“Everything,” you whined. You would have been embarrassed by how into this you were, but you were too busy enjoying to feel anything other than pleasure. “More. Harder.”

“Mmm,” he said. He adjusted his technique, now grasping at you more intensely. He grabbed the soft skin at your waist and squeezed, then curled around to cradle your lower back. His lips returned to your neck, and this time he bit and sucked so hard you let out a yelp.

“Too much?” he asked, leaning back to gauge the look on your face.

“No,” you responded. “I love it.” He nodded and got back to it, continuing to suck at your pulse point while his knee dipped between your thighs to push them apart. He bent his leg to slowly drag his knee up until it reached your center. It rubbed against you, hard, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Oh, shit,” you said, your voice desperate. “Do that again.” So he did, and then you found yourself grinding against his knee at your own pace. You were definitely going to leave a wet spot on his jeans, but he didn’t seem to care. Your breathing picked up, and you clutched at his hand so you could lead it to the band of your panties. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric and down your slit, spreading you open and exploring the parts of you most slick with desire. He circled your clit while he kissed your collarbone, slipped one finger inside you as he bit at your breast, then added a second finger and rolled them inside you until they found the soft, spongy spot that caused your eyes to roll back in your head. His mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue circling it in time with his thumb down below. You rocked your hips against his hand, needing more pressure. You needed him to fuck you, actually, but he seemed to be in no rush of doing so.

Your stomach tightened as you felt yourself rising for him. He was going to make you come already, when he hadn’t even been touching you for that long.

Suddenly, you were cresting over the edge. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to prepare or warn Eddie, although he seemed to know it was happening before you did.

You gasped and moaned and cried out his name, your vision completely blacked out. Your hips continued to buck and your legs started shaking. Eventually, the waves crashed and you were centered in your body again.

“Okay, wow,” you said breathlessly.

“That was too easy,” he responded. You scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah, you win,” you replied. “You’re just as amazing in bed as you look like you would be-”

“No,” he continued. “I mean - that was too easy, and I like a challenge, so I’m gonna see how many times I can make you do that.”

Within seconds, he was making his way down your body, pulling your underwear off of you, grabbing your ankles, and tugging your body towards him. He laid your legs on either side of his shoulders and dove his head between your thighs, kissing the spot that was still extremely sensitive. It was overstimulating, but felt so good you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. He ate you out like he was poisoned and you were the antidote. He plunged his tongue into your hole as his hands spread you apart as far as you’d go. He kissed back up to your clit and settled there, teeth latching around it gently. Then, his fingers slid back inside you, and he continued to suck on you, and somehow you were already going to come again. One of your hands found purchase in his hair, and you pulled his head against you even more. The other hand clutched the sheets beside you desperately, crumpling them into a fist as you unraveled against his mouth.

You hadn’t even realized how tightly your thighs were clenching around his head until you released him, but he didn’t move from where he’d been. He continued finger-fucking you and flicking his tongue side to side against your clit all the way through your orgasm and beyond. There was no recovery period or moment of relaxation. It hurt to have him there, a little bit, but not in a bad way. He bit at the fleshy part of your thigh so he had a second to catch his breath, but kept kissing you everywhere he had access and treating your body like it was his most precious belonging.

Because in that moment, you did belong to him.

Your third orgasm immediately followed the second. It was like he was destroying you - breaking down every wall you’d ever put up leaving you an absolute mess underneath him. His motions slowed, ever in tune with your body. It was like he could read your mind.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. He sat up straight and removed his fingers from you, immediately putting them in his mouth to suck them clean. “You’re really good at that.” He grinned, his mouth and chin shining.

“It’s my favorite part,” he replied. “Are you tapping out?”

“No, I -” Your head was spinning, but you absolutely did not want this to stop. “I just need a minute.” He chuckled, wiped his mouth, then pressed a quick kiss to your ankle. He moved your legs off him and back onto the bed, and then he laid down beside you and joined you in staring at the ceiling.

“So,” he said, his hands clasped on his stomach. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you replied. Your gaze traveled down his stomach to the very noticeable bulge in his jeans. “So, oral really does it for you, huh?” Eddie turned to see your eyes fixed on his crotch. He exhaled sharply - the start of a laugh - then nodded.

“Yeah. I’m good at it and I like it. But, I don’t know whether I’m good at it because I like it or if I like it because I’m good at it.”

“A real chicken versus egg kind of thing,” you said. He laughed.

“Exactly.”

“What else do you like?” you asked.

“Hmm?” He seemed genuinely confused by the question.

“I mean, what else do you like? Not considering your partner’s pleasure, just your own.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because we’re about to have sex,” you replied.

“Are we?” he teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Answer me,” you told him. “I want it to be good for you, too.”

“But that wasn’t the deal,” he countered, sitting up. “I’m doing this for you, not me.”

“Why can’t it be both?” He still looked at you as if you weren’t making any sense at all. “Eddie, come on. Just tell me what you like. You’ve never been shy about sex stuff in the past, clearly -”

“I like being bit,” he answered quickly. “Especially on the neck and lips. And, like, the crook of my elbow for some reason?” You nodded, urging him to continue. He sighed, then laid back down beside you. “I like the idea of someone using me just to get off - degradation, treating me like I’m nothing, all that jazz.”

“The idea of it?” you repeated, turning on your side to face him. “You’ve never tried it?”

“Not really,” he responded. “I’m kinda known for the soft-dom thing I have going on, so that’s usually what I end up doing.”

“Hmm.” You thought about his answer in the silence that followed, until he spoke again.

“You know what’s weird?”

“What?”

“Nobody’s really asked me that before.”

You looked at him, completely baffled at the situation. This poor man had only focused on his partners this whole time. No wonder he’d grown jaded to it.

“It’s been a minute,” you said. “I think I’m ready to keep going.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You could visibly see him shift back into work-mode. His eyes lit up and focused in on you again, and his hands went to his belt buckle to unfasten it. You sat up and kneeled on the bed, then helped him take his pants and boxers off and tossed them to the floor. You shimmied your robe off your shoulders and let that fall to the floor as well. He sat up in the bed with his back to the headboard so he could take his shirt off, and now you were both completely naked.

Woah.

You stared at his body, mesmerized by all the ink in his skin. You traced a finger delicately over the tattoos on his chest, shoulders, and forearms. He watched you appreciatively, a soft smile on his face, his expression peaceful. You reached over to your bedside table drawer and grabbed a condom from the box you kept there.

Then, you straddled him.

“Hey, wait -” he said. “Look, I know what you wanna do for me, but it’s probably not gonna happen. Like, I don’t usually come from sex unless I help myself out.”

You kind of saw that in one of the videos. He’d been going with this one woman for like a half hour straight and nothing.

“I want to try,” you told him. He still didn’t look convinced. “Come on, you think only porn stars are good in bed?”

“I just don’t want you to feel bad if -”

You leaned in and kissed him, hungrily, your hands tangling in his hair. Yeah, he’d taken care of you, but you were far from satiated. You wanted him badly, and you wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made you feel.

You could still taste yourself on his swollen lips, and that’s when you realized the two of you had never actually kissed before. You broke from him, concerned that you’d crossed a line.

“Sorry, I should have asked if kissing is okay first -”

He was kissing you again before you could even get your sentence out. His arms went around your waist, hugging you tightly until your chest was against his. You tugged on his hair, hard, and felt him smirk against your lips.

He was growing impossibly hard beneath you, which only encouraged you to keep going.

You clawed against his back and his mouth opened up for you. You used this as an opportunity to suck his bottom lip into your mouth before biting it.

He whimpered, which was just about the hottest sound you’d ever heard.

Your mouth traveled down his jaw and to his neck, where you gave him the same treatment he’d given you.

“Careful,” he managed to say (though his voice was weak). “I can’t be marked up for work.” You nodded, then grazed your teeth across his skin. He gasped, the grip of his hands tightening on your waist. You kissed him and bit him and sucked him on both sides of his neck, leaving no spot behind and making sure you didn’t stay in one place for too long. Eventually, you felt yourself craving him again - this time, you wanted all of him.

Your hips rocked against his erection, and you knew it was game over the moment his bare cock slid up your folds. You moaned, then reached for the condom beside you so he could put it on. You shifted yourself a bit further down on his lap as he rolled it down his length, and then your eyes caught the tattoo on his thigh that started this whole thing - the witch, in all her glory.

“She’s looking right at it,” you said, your eyes fixed to the design. Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, uhh -” he began, flustered. “It’s her - shit, okay - it’s supposed to be a joke where she’s looking at my dick because my dick is a magic wand, but that’s dorky as shit so usually when people ask I just joke that it’s because she’s a voyeur.” You smiled, then shook your head.

“So, why tell me the truth then?” you asked. “What makes me different?” You looked at his blown out pupils, deep brown and infinite, and wondered why you’d spent so much time trying not to look into them. Maybe because now that you’d done it, you weren’t sure you could ever stop.

“I don’t know,” Eddie answered. “I don’t know why you’re different.”

You maintained eye contact as you lifted yourself up and lined his cock with your entrance, and then you slowly let him sink into you.

Oh.

The immediate stretch was incredible. Eddie was well-endowed and thick, and it was going to take a little work to fit him completely inside you. You started slowly, lifting yourself up and down - all the while, your eyes stayed fixed to his.

His hand snaked between you to rub your clit slowly, getting you wetter and allowing you to accommodate his size better. You moaned loudly, unable to stop yourself, then began bouncing at a faster pace.

You kissed his forehead, the sweat on his brow leaving your lips slightly salty. Then, you kissed the spot right next to his eyes, his cheek, his jaw, before finally reaching his lips again.

Hungry. That was the best word to describe it. It felt like the two of you had each never wanted anything more in your lives as much as you wanted each other. He bottomed out inside you, and you began to lift yourself up and crash back down, slowly, but with force.

“Faster,” he muttered. “Please, faster.” His voice was breathy and weak. A part of you wanted to tease him more - you wanted to drive him crazy and then watch him explode, just as he’d done to you. But the other part of you wanted exactly what he wanted, so you obliged.

You started to ride him faster, rolling your hips in such a way where he was hitting the spot inside you that made you scream his name and pull his hair without abandon. He continued to work your clit until - somehow - you felt yourself building up to yet another orgasm.

“Fuck,” you whined, continuing to fuck him exactly as you’d been doing. “I’m gonna come again.”

He whimpered your name, and then his words became incomprehensible. But you wouldn’t have been able to hear them anyway, because pretty soon you were coming so hard you were transported through space and time. Seriously, the feeling was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. He was taking up all the space in your body and your mind.

“You’re so good, Eddie,” you said. Your words were muffled against his mouth, but you knew he understood them. “So fucking good.”

Your motions slowed down, and you started to make your way back to the room. He was staring at you, his eyes no longer piercing. They were soft and vulnerable instead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t -”

“That one was for me,” you interrupted. “This next one's for you.”

“What-?”

Your lips crashed into his again. You’d gotten your fill - more than your fill, actually - and now you just had one goal.

Make Eddie Munson come.

Easy enough, you figured. He’d given you more than enough clues to tell you how. With his dick still deep inside you, you kissed down his neck to his shoulder, then lifted his arm so you could make your way to the crook of his elbow. You sucked at the tender, sensitive skin. His eyes widened.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. You smirked, then dropped his arm and promptly fucked him as fast and rough as you possibly could.

Eddie threw his head back in ecstasy, groaning and grunting and continuing to talk under his breath - only this time you were able to understand some of it.

“Holy fucking shit…Jesus Christ…Just like that…”

Most of it was curse words.

His fingers dug into your ass as he guided your hips exactly the way he needed them to go, and then all of a sudden he was twitching beneath you, his hands flexing, his jaw dropped. He desperately pressed open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone and breasts, holding you flush to him as you milked him for all he was worth.

His breathing slowed, his face still buried in your tits. Finally, he leaned back so he could look up at you. You smiled and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He just kissed you instead - this time lightly and without urgency behind it.

You let him slip out of you, then collapsed beside him, completely blissed out. He stayed seated and upright, although he did take the condom off and dropped it in the trash next to the bed. His eyes had turned pensive, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“No,” he replied, staring straight ahead.

“What’s wrong?” He shrugged.

“I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I felt like that.” You cocked your head in confusion.

“And that’s a problem?” you wondered. You maybe would have freaked out had you not just had four orgasms - Instead, you were just concerned.

“I don’t know.”

His head turned until you could see his expression fully, and you noticed there was a hint of a smile on his face.

“Um, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yeah.” He grabbed your hand and took a deep breath. “You wanna go on a date with me?”

(Part 2)

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yanderestarangel · 8 months

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✩ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ✩

TW: smut, porn plot, sex without a condom, johnny cage porn star au!, ftm reader, compliments, degradation, oral sex -m!receives, fingering, male pronouns used, afab anatomy, aggressive sex, dom!johnny cage, sub!reader, not reviewed, vaginal sex.

You needed money and started making videos for onlyfans, some videos just masturbating, but your body and beauty caught the attention of some powerful people, including Johnny Cage's manager, who asked you to make a porn video with Johnny Cage himself, that the fee would be high and that you would gain even more subscribers for your OF.

So, you accepted.

You went to the film set, it was a luxurious apartment on the twentieth floor of a high-class building, you were nervous, soon seeing Johnny Cage, smiling sideways while waiting for the producers to leave after adjusting the camera and scenery, and just staying you, him in the room.

"-Fuck, you're even more beautiful in person pretty boy, are you ready for our little debut?..." -Johnny said, serving you a martini, so you would feel lighter.

You sit on the sofa next to him, the lights of the apartment/porn film set slightly warm your skin, while you refuse the martini offered by Johnny, after all, you were going to debut in porn, it wouldn't be a good idea to be slightly drunk, the smell of expensive men's perfume left Johnny while you became even more anxious about what was to come, you introduced yourself to him quickly, with politeness and as much calm as you could manage at the moment.

Johnny Cage smirked as he admired your beautiful appearance and the way you carried yourself. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his eyes scanning your body hungrily.

"-Well, (Y/N), it's a pleasure to meet you." -he said, his voice low and seductive, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch the fabric of your clothes.

"-I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just remember, we're here to make a captivating performance. We'll give them a show they won't forget."

He leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing your ear as he whispered: "-And who knows, maybe we'll have a little fun outside of the cameras too." Johnny hand trailed down your side, tracing the curves of your thigh.

The atmosphere in the room grew thicker with desire, as Johnny Cage's hungry gaze met yours. "-Are you ready for our little show (Y/N)?"

You agree, taking off your clothes, still with a shy feeling in your body, but the fabrics soon slid off, making you vulnerable in front of the cameras, and the Hollywood actor. Johnny Cage's eyes widened at the sight of your exposed body, his breath hitching in his throat, he couldn't tear his gaze away from your perfect curves, your skin calling to him.

"-(Y/N)..." -He said, his voice filled with a husky desire as he took a step closer to you. "-You have an exquisite body. You're absolutely stunning, my sweet pretty boy." -As he approached, his hands reached out to touch your bare skin, his fingers tracing along the curve of your waist and grazing your breast. His touch was confident, yet gentle, as if he was admiring a work of art.

"-I can promise you, that our scene together will be unforgettable. I'm going to make you moan, scream, and beg for more." -Cage breathed, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers trailed lower, teasingly brushing against your thigh before swelling closer to your wet pussy. Johnny eyes never left yours as he continued to speak.

"-And maybe, just maybe, after the cameras stop rolling, we can explore our desires even further, shall we begin, my sweet (Y/N)?" -With that, he pulled back slightly, his dark glasses reflecting the studio lights as he smirked suggestively.

Johnny Cage's touch was electrifying as his fingers delved into your wet pussy, the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to moan into his kisses. As the scene continued, Johnny's skilled fingers moved with purpose, teasing and pleasuring you to the brink of ecstasy. Each touch, each stroke ignited a fire within you, making you writhe and gasp for more.

The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, your bodies entwined in an erotic dance that left both of you craving for more. Johnny's kisses trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of lust and need in their wake.

With a low growl, Johnny broke free from the kiss, his voice filled with primal desire. "-You're doing so well, (Y/N). I want to hear every moan and whimper, let the world know just how good I make you feel."

His fingers quickened their pace, driving you closer to the edge. Your glistened on his fingertips, proof of your pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of your passionate cries, a symphony of desire.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, Johnny abruptly removed his fingers and stepped back. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, his voice dripping with arousal.

"-Save it, (Y/N). Save that release for me. There's so much more to come."

And with those words, he directed you to move to the next scene, leaving you aching and desperate for the release only he could provide.

Johnny quickly placed you on your knees in front of him, his cock was elevated in your face, making you part your lips in a gesture of lust and submission, nothing mattered at that moment, your core burned with excitement, you took him inside your mouth, his cock throbbed in response to his skilled ministrations, and a low rumble of pleasure escaped his lips.

"-That's it (Y/N), Take my cock like a good little slut. Show the world how much you want it." -He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements as he fucked your face with a rough urgency. His hips surged forward, filling her mouth completely. The room was filled with the wet, lewd sounds of his oral worship, a tantalizing symphony that echoed his power over you.

You eagerly complied, your lips wrapping around his hardening shaft. You took him as deep as you could, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue running along the underside of his length.

As he pulled his dick from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to the throbbing member, Johnny took the opportunity to belittle and degrade you, exactly as the script called for, but also because he wanted to, your submission made his feel weak in the knees so much excitement.

"-You worthless bitch, you thought you could handle a celebrity like me? Please, you're nothing but a desperate cocksucker, begging for validation." -Johnny said in a growl, as he pushed his dick down your throat, making you roll your eyes and gasp in pleasure, he slapped your cheek lightly, the sting sending shivers of pleasure through your body. His commanding presence filled the set, catching your attention.

"-Look at you boy, on your knees, all wet and desperate, that's all you're good for, isn't it? A filthy little toy..." -Johnny spoke between hoarse moans, his hair short and combed. His hair was now slightly messy, with the front strand coming and going, disconnected from the others, shining in the light, his face was one of pure pleasure, as he pushed it to the limit of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cock juices. As the scene reached its climax, Johnny's grip on his hair tightened, his voice husky with need.

"-You better suck me dry, (Y/N). Drain every drop from my pulsing cock. Do it now."

You took him deep into your throat, your relentless sucking and swirling tongue pushing him over the edge. He moaned, his body tensing as he spilled his hot cum down your throat.

"-You're doing so well my boy... such a good little slut, taking my cock like the obedient toy you are." -Johnny praised, his voice a sultry mix of pleasure and dominance.

With a final sigh, he pulled away, his chest heaving with the effort.

"-Good job, beautiful boy." -He spoke hoarsely, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched you gasp for air, his cock glistening with your saliva. The sight of your wet pussy, the embodiment of your desire, only fueled his own.

He brought his hand to your cheek, caressing it softly before delivering a sharp slap against your flushed skin. The sting sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying your arousal.

"-All eager and desperate, begging for more. And here I thought you were just a delicate pretty boy. But oh, how wrong I was."

Johnny pushed you gently onto the floor, your back against the cool surface as he towered over you. With a firm grip on your chin, he directed your gaze to his hard cock.

"-Look what you did to me your mouth was so delicious, sucking me like the desperate slut you are." -he hissed through clenched teeth. As he spoke, he stroked his cock, spreading the pre-cum over the glistening head. His voice was rough and demanding as he continued, your eyes boring into his.

"-You awakened something in me..." -He confessed, with a voice hoarse with desire, there was a twinkle in his eyes, something intimate, as if he were looking into the depths of his soul, as if he wanted to tell you something.

"-I want to see how much of a filthy whore you can be. I want to fuck you senseless and make you scream my name... Fuck (Y/N), look how wet you are, craving my touch..."

Johnny pulls your face hard again, he looked like an animal hungry for you, you looked like his prey at that moment.

"-And remember, bitch, this was all your choice. Your pretty little body was practically begging for my touch from the moment I laid eyes on you, now spread those legs and expose that pussy to me, I'm going to fuck you like the fucking dick-desperate boy you are." -Cage spoke loudly to you, but that made you wet even more, opening them for him to see, the light from the set warmed his body temperature even more, while the floor was soiled by the wetness of your pussy.

the sight of your wet, exposed entrance drove him to the brink of madness. Johnny could practically taste your arousal in the air and was eager to claim your.

"-Such a greedy little bitch, You're just a filthy idiot, ready to take anything I give you, a pretty face like yours is made for fucking, for getting dirty."

With one swift movement, Johnny positioned himself between your spread thighs, his cock pressing against your dripping entrance. Anticipation electrified the air as he teasingly rubbed the tip into your folds.

"-You're a naughty little boy with the most delicious pussy." -Without a hint of hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, entering you with a force that made you gasp and moan.

"-Fuck, you're so tight, so fucking perfect for me." -Johnny started with slow, teasing thrusts as he savored their beautiful, needy expressions beneath him. His hand came down over your exposed ass, leaving behind burning heat as he pounded you mercilessly. The mix of pleasure and pain took you to new heights, your body trembling under his touch, and he loved it, he was obsessed with you, how you reacted so well to his touch, how you wanted him.

As you swallowed him whole in your pussy, Johnny's voice became hoarse as fine beads of sweat fell from his skin onto his.

"-Fuck, your pussy feels amazing boy, so wet and tight around me. I've never experienced anything like it." -He spoke with a smirk, as he enjoyed the feeling of your smooth, velvety walls around his pulsing shaft, you could see his defined abdomen contract with each stronger thrust into your pussy, like Adam's inch elevated in his throat, rising and falling with each involuntary swallow of saliva that Johnny took.

"-You're such a filthy, needy little slut, you want my cum, don't you? You want to be filled with me, marked by me." -Johnny continued, as he kissed you with force and desperation, your tongues fought for control, as he continued to thrust deeper and harder into your pussy, the tip of his dick hitting your uterus countless times, making you scream his name, echoing off the walls of the film set.

"-You're nothing but a cum-hungry whore (Y/N), a pretty little face that hides all your desires, such a beautiful little boy exposing himself as a porn actor? Damn baby I was lucky to catch you on my debut in this world."

You see him stand up, taking you with him with ease, strong muscles flexing against Johnny's skin, heading towards the luxurious sofa in the living room, with a smug smile, he positioned you on top of his erect member, allowing the camera to capture every moment, he wrapped his arm around your neck, applying gentle but firm pressure, as Johnny thrust up into you, his other hand found its way to your clit, working the sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly, with the intensity built, the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans, mingling with the click of the camera capturing your every movement.

"-Give it to me (Y/N), take my cock. Take it all, and when we're done, I'm going to make you mine in ways you've never imagined." -Cage's grip tightened around your waist as he felt the walls of your pussy clench around his throbbing member, the power dynamics between the two of you were intoxicating, the chemistry palpable as pleasure surged through your bodies.

"-Fuck, be my good boy, cum for me now. Show me how much you enjoy being my obedient slut."

Johnny's fingers dipped into your wetness, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he brought them to your lips.

"-Taste yourself, suck my fingers like it's my fucking dick (Y/N) be a good boy for me."

As you obediently sucked and licked his fingers, Johnny couldn't help but praise you. "-Such a good slut, You know how to please daddy, don't you?" -he murmured, his voice smug and satisfied.

Johnny continued to thrust into you, his movements growing more powerful and urgent, with every stroke, every moan of pleasure, he drove himself closer to the edge.

"-I'm almost there my boy, but first, I want to see that pretty face of yours coated in my cum. Are you ready for it, my sweet little boy?"

Johnny Cage's sighed in satisfaction as he watched you weakly stand, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. He wasted no time, quickly positioning himself between your spread legs, ready to claim your body once again.

"-You're such a filthy little slut, taking my load like the insatiable whore you are."

He thrust a few more times into your sensitive pussy, relishing in the way you moaned and whimpered under him. His words grew even dirtier: "-Absolutely stunning... the camera loves you, (Y/N), And so maybe I do."

As he pulled out, his cum spilled over your body, painting you in his dominance. Johnny hand greedily worked his length, ensuring that every last drop was released onto his skin.

"-That's right, my sweet little boy. Take every drop of my cum. Let it coat your belly, your breasts, your pretty little pussy. You're marked by me now." -Johnny said, sighing heavily, his muscular chest rising and falling, while he used his fingers to spread all his seed over your stomach and pussy, massaging the soft and sensitive edges of your hole, while the camera stopped recording, the director of a positive sign to you both, but Johnny doesn't move away from you, just bending down and whispering in your ear:

"-You were incredible, my little slut, but our fun doesn't end here. Oh no, we're just getting started."

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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little miss pressure • armin artlert

armin was notorious for his wild ways and sexscapades but ends up meeting his match in the form of a girl he’d never expect. And it leaves the notorious playboy stuck on his new fixation.

plus size black reader, (y/n) works in the adult entertainment industry, alcohol and weed use, armin and reader are some FREAKS, reader is very hyper sexual and tbh a bad bitch 😝 (this is nasty, I apologize in advance!)

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producer!armin has always been a man synonymous with a less than savory lifestyle. Sex, drugs, fame and glory..it was all he ever desired. To live each day as if it were his last and let the consequences happen as they may. His vices were those every other music industry maestro that got into it for all the wrong..and selfish reasons. Especially when it came to women, which may have been his greatest weakness.

Switching them out like his latest pair of Amiris or his brand new Audemars. Picking them up at every illustrious strip club or his infamous house parties..working his way through a ten mile long roster of girls. Comprised of every bachelorette (and sometimes others wives) this side of South Beach. He didn’t care about what followed or if he hurt their feelings. All he wanted was his one night and a good nut. After that, what they did was none of his concern. And hell, with his good looks, he could get away with just about anything. Until you came along…until (y/n) showed up at one of his little soirées. Invited by a friend of a friend, who had spoken all about the engineer and all his antics. About the hits he’s produced, his track record and extremely high body count. Something that didn’t particularly off put you, seeing as how promiscuity was your entire profession. You were an upcoming adult film star, taking the internet and nsfw spaces by storm. A brick house of a woman who didn’t mind flaunting that beautiful body and working it in ways that many wish they could. Sex with you had been described a ‘spiritual experience’ by many. From the incredible head game to the pussy that had gotten many of your bills paid. A month after working with a couple of creators and collaborating with a few porn production companies, it all took off. Your OnlyFans was jumping and everyone wanted a taste of the newest BBW on the scene. And tonight, you were out prowling for some trouble to get into. You had your fair share of good hookups but you needed the man that was going to give you the type of dick that would change your life. It came not a moment too soon when you got some alone time with Mr. Artlert. Trust, he was more than well aware of your reputation and he wanted to see if it preceded you. And the feeling was mutual..

seeing as how you had only ever spotted him with skinny model types and BBL bodies..not that anything was wrong with it but you were a bit skeptical. Not questioning if you could pull him or anything but if he could truly handle you! Would he truly be worth the hype. But after downing a few daiquiris; making subtle eye contact from the room, he’d approach you with that signature smug look on his face, flashing you a toothy grin and boldly greeting you with a hug. “Yeah, (friend name) told me all about you..it’s very, very nice to meet you, miss (y/n). So glad you made it out.” Sealing it with a classic peck to the back of your hand..by the look on his face, he was more than likely assuming that you’d be easy pickings. Insecure and lacking self esteem as a bigger woman. That you’d be happy that someone like him was even looking in your direction. But was he sorely mistaken! Especially when hours later, after chatting you up the whole night and once the rest of his guests had gone home..he got you up to his bedroom and out of that designer on your body. “Are the rumors true, sweetheart?” “Find out for yourself if you’re man enough.” All it took was a shared spliff and a little more liquor before you had him spread across his own bed, toes curling midair as he released loud screams. “Ohhhhh fuck! (Y/N)…goddamn.” Howling from the head he received..engulfing all eight and a half inches of that veiny girth as if you lacked a gag reflex of any sort. “Yeah, fuck this throat. Don’t play with me.” Emitting strings of spit and covering that cock in it. Flicking your tongue around his sack and momentarily over his asshole. All while jerking him off. Never in his life had he had a bitch so nasty and he loved it! God, he loved how you abandoned every bit of your morals in the bedroom. Making his nut from sucking his dick when no one woman had ever done so before. “They weren’t lying, huh?” “Told you..”

but he was no minute man himself. See, after getting slurped up like that, he had to a little something to prove..and he’d do so by devouring your pussy while he ushered you atop his mouth. “Don’t look at me like that, sit the fuck down, baby. I can take it.” Assured in his abilities and absolutely infatuated with your flavor…moaning as he inhaled your scent and flicked his tongue all over your clit. Kneading his hands into that thick ass and hips, even prompting you to bounce up and down on his face. Causing a collision with those heavy cheeks. “Yes! Right there…oh God..” drawing out high pitched wails from your sore throat and sweet juices from that tightness. Coating his entire chest in your squirt. And from there, he couldn’t let up off of you. At least not until he pinned those legs back and put that dick stomach deep. “Wet this dick up then since it’s like that.” With those substances coursing your systems, it brought forth an even nastier side for both of you..if that were even possible! “Ion think you’ll leave me alone if I do.” Your feet plastered to the headboard as he pounded you relentlessly. “This pussy so fucking good!…” cracking only a few minutes and strokes in because he had never felt it this wet and gushy before. It was like being encompassed and coddled in a warm blanket that nestled his dick as if were made especially for him. Folding you into a mating press and having to bare all of his body weight just to reign you in. His one hundred seventy pounds in comparison to your nearly three hundred. He had piped many women in his young life but you were the true definition of pressure. Making loud smacking noises from the slick dribbling from that plump cunt. The fatter the pussy, the wetter and he was learning first hand. Burrowed over your face and feeding you slow, sloppy kisses, along with tons of slaps and spit..another first for the philandering bachelor. He didn’t want to leave it if he were being frank.

“Yeah, beat that motherfucker up, daddy. Keep going!” Reaching down to massage your bud with those coffin shaped claws as you glared into his eyes and done something that would truly drive him insane. “F—fuck! Squeezing me like that..gonna make me nut all in your shit.” Throbbing and fully swollen inside of you. Posing the statement like a threat but that was exactly what you were hoping for! And when he couldn’t control himself another moment, you found yourself filled to the brim and with a heavy slap to your ass, he’d command you all fours where he all but shoved his face between your cheeks, eating you out once more because he loved drinking it in. Shortly after, stuffing your other hole with a thumb and your pussy full of his still erect cock. Placing a foot on your head, beating your shit in and making you arch your back. That ass moving like water nearly drove him insane. The best backshots he’s ever given. And after rounds and rounds of fucking each other senseless..all for footage for your page, the producer was all but unconsciousness from exhaustion. Housing his entire load into your womb without so much as a second thought. He was sure to be sleeping peacefully, even telling you that you could spend the night. Words he had never uttered prior. Knowing that you had gotten him hooked and it surely wouldn’t be the last you’d be seeing of Armin Artlert. But for now..you’d gotten what you came for..

and you’d be gone before the sun could rise.

@lusts1ck 🫶🏾

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wanna make a movie | kth

The one time you fucked Taehyung was a fluke, and it will never happen ever again in a million years. Never ever ever. Right? RIGHT??

» pairing: taehyung x reader (from "wanna fuck on camera")

» genre: BTS | 18+ | frenemies to lovers | smut | a bit of fluff kinda

» wc/date: 3.7k | september 2022

» notes: shoutout to this person for the video, we owe them big time 🤪 i recommend reading "wanna fuck on camera" first, but this can work as a standalone

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? movie star - cix

The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles (mini-series) Masterlist

“I already told you I’m not posing for nudes, asshole. Is the one you took of me not enough for you? Hmm?”

Taehyung grinned as he popped out the flip screen on his camera. “I don’t want to take photos of you. I want to film you.”

He was such a piece of shit. He really was. Since your ridiculous entanglement with Taehyung during Hoseok’s birthday party, Taehyung hadn’t left you alone. It was worse than before; he suddenly believed fucking him gave him a free pass to get on your nerves even more than he had to begin with.

You hated it and you hated him. That was all there was to it.

Crossing your arms against your chest, you glared at the man as he fiddled with the camcorder. This was infinitely worse than the film camera debacle. You didn’t even want to consider what he’d done with the photo of you cumming on his fingers. The thought of him having it made you shiver.

“Film me doing what?” You immediately regretted the question when it left your lips and Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. The smug, shit-eating grin on his face was almost unbearable.

“Well, babe-”

“Do not call me that.”

“Well, Y/N.” He gave you a pointed look. “I need to diversify my portfolio and the only thing I’m missing is erotic art.”

You scoffed and crossed your legs. At this point, you were a pretzel sitting on the edge of Taehyung’s couch. “You’re disgusting.”

“Thank you,” he said with a sweet smile. “But I promise what I have planned isn’t as ‘disgusting’ as you probably think.”

You didn’t trust him for shit, but you liked the idea of hearing what he had to say even if only to shut him down. You were looking for every reason to shit on his massive ego, maybe because you were embarrassed that you gave in to him when you said you wouldn’t.

It was a fluke, though. A moment of bad judgment. You were thinking with your pussy. But not anymore. Nope.

Fool me once, shame on you.

“What are your twisted little plans then, TaTa?” You shifted slightly when Taehyung moved to sit down next to you on the couch, forcing you up against the arm of the couch and giving you very little room.

“Have you ever done a striptease before?”

“I fucking told you I am not doing nudes.”

Taehyung swiftly grabbed your jaw and turned your head to face him. The forced action made you gasp quietly, just enough to release a breathy sound when you exhaled. He watched you for a moment with the tip of his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. “Fucking listen to me, yeah?”

You could do nothing but nod, your eyes glued to his parted lips.

“I don’t need you to be naked. I just need some shots of you taking off your clothes.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Taehyung squeezed your jaw tighter. “Headless shots, okay? Nothing identifiable. No nudity. Think of it as like an OnlyFans teaser, but make it hipster. Slap on a grainy, sepia filter. Or maybe a soft pink glow. I haven’t decided yet.”

You were barely listening to him, most of your focus on how his hand had slowly let go of your face and migrated down to your throat. Your heartbeat spiked beneath his fingers.

“Why are you asking me to do this?”

Taehyung pulled away and returned to examining his camera settings. “Everyone I know who’d be down to do this would try to fuck me. Considering the theme, and everything. It would be so distracting.” He looked up at you through his fluffy bangs with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “You’re hot and would never fuck me, as you’ve made very clear.” He paused for a moment, tapping his finger against his lips. “Well, not a second time.”

And there was that stupid fucking boxy grin again.

“Oh shut the fuck up.” You were tired of playing games. “How much are you going to pay me?”

“Depends on how good the shots are.”

“Whatever. Let’s get this over with,” you huffed.

Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t make a move to get up. His fingers brushed along the outside of your thigh until he reached the waistband of your leggings. You fought the urge to squirm in your seat, instead doing your best to mindfully breathe and keep your fists squeezed against the couch cushions.

“What are you wearing under here?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You challenged him through gritted teeth.

Taehyung leaned forward until his breath caressed the side of your face. “I’m about to find out.”

With that, Taehyung stood up and held his hand out for you to take. You swatted him away, perfectly capable of getting up on your own and following him into his bedroom. To say his bedroom looked like a porno setup was no exaggeration. A large studio light stood in the corner, the head pointed toward the bed. Another camera sat on a tripod on the opposite side of the room, though it was pointed away from the bed. LED lights wrapped around the high ceilings cast the room a soft lavender glow.

“Are you kidding me?” You stood in the doorway with your hands on your hips.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Do you see how small my apartment is? I have nowhere else to store my equipment when I’m not using it. Relax and come here.”

Grabbing you by the shoulders, Taehyung positioned you in front of a standing mirror that stood against the wall directly across from his bed. He took a step back to examine your placement, making a few adjustments until he got you where he wanted you.

“Satisfied?” Your skin was tingling from his firm touch as he shuffled you around. It was just your body reacting to skin-on-skin contact. That was all. It was just… nature. Science. Whatever.

“Very,” he said with a wink that you did a poor job of brushing off. The burning heat of embarrassment creeping up your body only intensified as you watched Taehyung sit at the foot of his bed. With his camcorder in hand, he leaned back far enough to get the angle he wanted. It was harmless, really. He was just a struggling artist trying to make his mark in the world, that’s all. And you were half-heartedly helping him.

So if that was the case, why was watching Taehyung’s biceps flex as he held the camera and his thighs spread making you wet?

You cleared your throat and looked away from the man splayed out on his bed like he was the one being filmed, not you. “What am I supposed to do now?”

Taehyung reached up to run his fingers through his hair and flip his bangs to the side. All you could think about was how you knew tugging on those wavy strands would make him moan.

“Start with your shirt. Wait, no, not like that.”

You had one arm out and froze. “Like what?”

“Do it sexier.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Oh, come on. Stop relying on that silver tongue and seduce me.”

Was it possible to feel like all your blood had drained out of your body and that all the blood in your body had gone to your head?

“Fine,” you snapped, readjusting your shirt. The positive side to all of this was that as you slowly lifted your shirt over your head, you could revel in the fact that you knew Taehyung wanted you and he could never have you.

Well, never again.

But maybe that made it even better. He got a taste and you were denying him more. You had all the fucking power!

You put in a little more effort to be sensual as you let your shirt fall to the floor. The red lace bra you wore lifted up a bit, exposing the underside of your tits, but you didn’t move to fix it like you normally would. Instead, you ran your hands over your exposed skin, even your own light touches causing goosebumps to form all over. It didn’t help that it was cold in Taehyung’s apartment. You wondered how high quality his camera was. If it was even half decent, it would pick up on how see-through the fabric was over your tits. It left little for the imagination, but Taehyung had already had your nipples in his mouth.

The little asshole was leaned back again, shifting slightly to capture your best angles as you reached for the waistband of your leggings. You made the mistake of looking at his face rather than the camera lens. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as you slid your leggings down; you quickly looked away.

This was just a favor. A favor for an art project. That was it.

Bending at the waist meant you exposed the fact that you were wearing a rather skimpy thong - red lace, just like your bra. Adjusting your stance made your thighs rub together and you fought the urge to look down for fear that your underwear would be stained a dark red from how wet you were.

A quiet groan from the bed made you look up at your photographer once again. His bottom lip was bitten between his teeth, but he immediately released it when he saw you looking. The two of you locked eyes as your bodies froze.

“Why are you fucking wearing red lace?”

You opened your mouth to speak but your brain couldn’t think of any response aside from the truth. And there was no way you were telling him the truth. There was no way you were telling Taehyung that you’d worn a matching set just in case something happened. Because nothing was supposed to happen.

Instead, you deflected.

“Why are you hard right now?”

You both looked down at the very prominent bulge that had grown in Taehyung’s jeans. He used his free hand to palm his cock and attempt to adjust it into a more comfortable position.

“Why are you wet right now?”

Now it was your turn. You finally dared to look at yourself, not surprised but still horrified to find your arousal soaking through the flimsy material of your thong.

Taehyung lifted slightly so he was propped up on his elbows, the camera still positioned on you. You really prayed he wasn’t planning to use any audio for this video. Like as if that’s what mattered at the moment.

“You’re so into this,” he said smugly.

“No, I’m not.” Your rebuttal was weak, so weak it felt foreign coming from someone with a “silver tongue” like you. But when you watched Taehyung get up from the bed, your rebuttal wasn’t the only thing about you that was weak.

“You’re not?” Taehyung pointed the camera toward your thighs as he reached down to press his thumb against your clit through your thong. You let out a shaky moan and felt more of your arousal soak your thong. “Sounds like you are. Feels like you are.” Taehyung fully palmed your pussy, pressing his fingers against your entrance. The action made your legs tremble and you squeezed his bicep for support.

“Fuck you,” you hissed and dug your nails into his skin.

“Heard that one before.” He shot you a wink. “And to think you got mad about the photo I took of you. If I’d known you’d get this wet for me so quickly, I would have brought this with me instead.”

His taunting reminded you of the camcorder he still held in his hand. It was pointed downward as Taehyung hooked his finger into the waistband of your thong and pulled it down just enough for his fingers to dip inside your wet folds.

“Taehyung,” you moaned when he thrust two fingers inside of you. The squelching sound your pussy made was sure to have been picked up by the camera.

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” He pressed hard into your front wall repeatedly, the fluttering sensation making you reach for his shoulder with your other hand to stabilize yourself. “Like being my little movie star?”

You wanted to cry when he pulled his fingers out of you, and your entire body shuddered when you felt him wipe his fingers on the inside of your thigh. The worry that he was only going to tease you to rub the whole thing in your face flashed into your mind, but it was quickly squashed once Taehyung was pressing the camera into your hands.

“Like this.” He positioned you to point the camera downwards.

“Wha-”

Ignoring your confusion, Taehyung dropped to his knees, dragging your thong down your thighs as he went. The camera shook in your hands as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder. You could have came just from the way he looked up at you from between your thighs. How many times had you imagined this moment? More than you were willing to admit. And for all the fantasizing, you were lucky that it was even better than what you could have come up with on your own. He brushed his bangs out of the way and tilted his head so you had a clear view of his face as he ran his tongue flat against your lips.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

Taehyung reached up to grab your hand, stabilizing the camera. “Hold still for me, okay baby? You gotta hold still.” When he spoke his lips brushed against your skin, causing your arousal to stick in thin strings to his glistening mouth.

Once your shaking subsided, Taehyung’s hands slid down to grab your ass. With his grip on you tight, he pulled you against his mouth. A hard suck to your clit made your hands tremble. By the time Taehyung began swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit in tight circles, you were shaking again. He had to reach up to hold your hand to stabilize the camera again.

“I-I-I can’t,” you began to sob and shake your head. You had to wrap your fingers in Taehyung’s waves to focus the pressure of your building orgasm into something other than squeezing the fuck out of the camera in your other hand. Of course, each tug of his hair made Taehyung’s lovely baritone voice moan into your pussy, the vibrations pulsing through every nerve in your body.

“Yes, you can.” The words came out breathy and hoarse in between hard sucks and kitten licks against your clit. You were close to believing in his faith in you until he slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy.

“I’m…” You paused to suck in a deep breath as he pumped a mind-numbingly fast rhythm against your g-spot, “I’m gonna fall over.”

“Nuhh uhh.” Taehyung scooted forward, pushing you backward until your back hit the mirror.

You leaned against the mirror for support as your orgasm ripped through you so violently you would have dropped the camcorder if it weren’t for Taehyung holding it up with you. He kept his eyes focused on you as he licked one final stripe up your lips, cleaning up your arousal until he was the one messy with it all over his face.

“God, I wish you’d let me record your face when you cum,” Taehyung groaned into the back of his hand as he wiped his mouth. He reached out to take the camera from you and laughed at the way your hands shook. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look.”

You should have been upset. Taehyung now had footage of himself eating your pussy. Sure, no one would be able to tell that it was you, but still… That was something very intimate.

Yet you couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when he’d called you his movie star. Hearing “beautiful” come tumbling from his filthy lips wasn’t too bad, either.

“No chance in hell, creep.” You crossed your arms against your chest to punctuate the statement. You didn’t have a chance to say anything more; Taehyung quickly shut you up with his lips slotted against yours. You allowed him to lick at your mouth and swirled your tongue against his, humming at the taste of yourself on him.

“Always so difficult.” He tossed the accusation at you as he pulled away. Using his free arm, Taehyung scooped you over his shoulder. “Y’know, the meaner you are to me the more I want to rearrange your guts.”

You let out a gag as Taehyung tossed you onto the bed, bouncing into place in the middle. “You did not just say that.” Whatever else you wanted to insult him over died on your lips as you watched Taehyung strip.

“Come on, Director. Take a video. It’ll last longer.”

He gestured to the camera still recording as he unbuttoned his jeans, his taunting parallel to how harsh you’d been to him at Hoseok’s party. You were mean to him, but only because he could take it. And maybe, just maybe, you had the hots for getting him riled up, just as he did for you.

It felt unbelievably dirty recording Taehyung as he stood at the end of the bed with his thumb rolling precum around the tip of his cock, but something about it made your pussy flutter to life once again. It didn’t help that he shot the camera a wink as he did one final pump before he was kneeling on the bed in front of you.

“Turn around,” he commanded, twirling his finger around to direct you.

“I liked you better when you were crying and begging for me like a good boy.”

You glowered at him as you turned around. Taehyung’s hand quickly came down to press down your back, forcing your upper body into the mattress and keeping you on your knees. He spread you out as far as he could, the mattress muffling a groan when you felt him hook a finger in your pussy just to make you shake.

“I can still be a good boy for you like this,” he whispered against your skin as he bent down to kiss along your spine. You shivered in response, biting your tongue to keep in your moans as you felt Taehyung swish his cock around your slickness. “But since you don’t want me documenting your gorgeous face, your fat ass will have to do.”

Before you could snort another insult towards his disgusting behavior, Taehyung sunk his cock so slowly you could hear the gushing sound when he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you sound so good, fuck.” Taehyung moaned as he began thrusting into you, each wet slap of his hips colliding with your ass fueling his desire to speed up.

You twisted around to watch him lift the camcorder to the perfect angle to capture the way your pussy sucked him in with ease, each pullback evidence of how tightly you gripped him. Throwing your dignity to the wind, you decided to play the part. Hooking your legs with his, you ground against him as he thrust into you, forcing your bodies against each other even harder as you established an equal rhythm.

“Shit, just like that,” Taehyung moaned, removing his hand from your waist and leaning back slightly to let you take over. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Fuck, yes.”

“Touch me, Tae.” As much as it was a moan, it was most definitely a demand.

And like the good boy he promised to be, Taehyung quickly brought his free hand around to play with your clit. The stimulation was enough to push you over the edge a second time, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t purposefully scream a little bit louder than necessary just because you were on camera now. If Taehyung knew, he seemed to not care.

If anything, it made him even more vocal. And maybe he was putting on his own show because instead of releasing inside of you, he quickly pulled out of you to pump his cum all over your ass.

“Y/N…” Taehyung slowly got up from the bed to get a washcloth to clean you off. You tilted your head to watch him, smug with the satisfaction of seeing that he wobbled a little bit as he walked. Even his hands shook when he worked to clean you up.

“What?” You sat up once he was done, wincing at the slight ache of your thighs from how hard he’d pounded into you.

Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed with the dazed look of a man who’d just gotten the soul fucked out of him. “I think I’m in love with you.”

You snorted, but Taehyung leaned forward to cup your face.

“I’m so serious right now.”

“You’re just fucked out.”

Taehyung pouted, eyebrows deeply creased. “This is post-nut clarity. I know what I’m about.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the seriousness of his expression, especially as he sat with his softening cock and his messy hair, cheeks and lips still pink. It was so unbelievably endearing and you fucking hated it.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N.”

All along, your (alleged) goal was to damage Taehyung’s ego. And now that you had the opportunity to, the little creep was tugging at your heartstrings in a way you hadn’t expected at all.

“You don’t have to love me back,” he said with a sigh. “I just needed to get it off my chest.”

Reaching for his hair, you tugged Taehyung mid-moan into a slow kiss that meant less about being sexy and more about taking away the stressed look on his face. Your fingers skirted along his jaw, holding him in place as you deepened the kiss.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You kept a hold of his hair even after you broke the kiss.

“Yes, thank you.” Taehyung grinned and you felt your stomach flutter once again.

Pulling him close, you pressed your lips against the crook of Taehyung’s neck. The feeling of his strong arms holding you close made you tremble. “You’re lucky I’m into guys who are assholes.”

Maybe it wasn’t the “I love you” someone else would expect, but Taehyung understood you better than you knew.

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“white lace”

(ship: bang chan x male reader)

(synopsis: reader is a solo porn star who goes live every once and a while. chan stumbled across this boy toy, and after a session or two, knew that it was worth the run of his money. one live, (y/n) decided to surprise his viewers with something special and caused chan to make a dumb impulse decision. was that impulse decision the best decision of his life? he won’t admit it…)

(genre: smut, with a plot? maybe?)

(note: before you read, just wanted to say that i was recently diagnosed with a couple of health conditions. i’ve been dealing with them for a while, so it’s really put a hinder in the consistency of my writing/posting. i have gotten a few requests, and i promise i see them! i am trying to keep up with them as much as possible and finish them for you, my lovelies. i hope that my inconsistency isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you all. thank you for reading this!)

(disclaimer!!: this is smut!! so, there are mentions of: both heterosexual porn and solo gay porn. various words such as pussy, cock, dick, balls, tits, daddy, sir, etc. reader is a “femboy”, wears woman’s lingerie. reader imitates breasts with his own, acts of dirty talk, dildo riding, masturbating, cum-eating, etc. if you do not like any of these topics, do not read and do not comment anything hateful!!)

it was a stressful day for bangchan. he dealt with a lot of working in the studio, practicing choreography, and looking after his other 7 members(children). all he wanted was to go to his dorm room and sleep. though the closure of sleeping was what chan truly wanted, he has nightly ruts that get in the way of that closure. chan was never the type to take time in jacking off. it was more of a one-and-done kind of thing. no motivation pictures, no porn, not even an audio…just straight imagination and the dull process of jerking his cock until he came.

it seemed every session got more and more un-relieving. he did it to relax his tense muscles and anxiety after all. strictly jerking wasn’t enough to even make chan cum after a while.

that’s when he decided to dive a little more into the side of porn. it was typical to watch porn, though chan never had time nor even have the desire to. it was only a faded recollection of his teenage years. but he thought that it would help him in his dilemma down south…

chan messed around and scrolled for a long while, finding something perfect that really got him going, though there wasn’t much. there are many sides to porn that chan found basic and seemingly effortless; nothing motivational enough for his soft dick. pages upon pages of monotonous porn and basic brags of “step sister with a tight pussy” accompanied with “jerking off my hard dick.” nothing set chan off, nothing made him hard.

that was until he found the glorious wonders of “imyour(y/n).” bangchan knew he liked (y/n) because of the instant twitch in his dick whenever he saw one of (y/n)’s thumbnails. (y/n) was a solo-pornstar, had an intense following, lots of viewers, and even an onlyfans that was expanding amazingly. men took a liking to this boy toy (y/n). bang chan took a liking to this boy toy (y/n).

many times did (y/n) satisfy bang chan. chan even went to the extreme of donating every once and a while just for (y/n) to say his username as he plastered cum all over his hands. (y/n) was smooth and smart with his words, always saying the right things in order to motivate his viewers and make them cum. every live and every video was a surprise, he loved pleasing his viewers.

so, of course, after long and hard days of working, chan always looked forward to reaching his dorm room, locking his door, and immediately watching one of (y/n)‘s videos to jerk off to. accept this time (y/n) was live. bang chan felt his heart skip a beat just seeing that he was live. he was overly ecstatic and already hard.

“hi, cuties. i see a lot more of you have joined, should i start now? i think i might. i’m getting a little hard.” (y/n) giggled as he watched the chat flood with horny comments of “show us your dick”, “take off your shirt”, and “moan my name, i’ll donate.” (y/n) was a sensation beyond many horny doms who wanted a boy toy like himself.

chan felt himself getting hard just at (y/n)‘s voice. he was flirtatious, and it was obvious how horny he was through his voice.

“right, i should start. i have a surprise for you all anyway.” (y/n) started. he slowly stood up, his head being cut out of frame and presenting his body instead. he was still dressed but only in a small jacket low enough to cover his crotch. he began to slowly unzip his jacket, each second he proceeded revealed a small, white lingerie. it was very obviously a woman’s lingerie set. he liked that it covered less of his body. it only covered his bulge, and loosely fit around his pecs. the straps wrapped around his body nicely.

chan loved that. instantly, his dick twitched and he felt silly little butterflies in his tummy. arousal started to take over chan as he fantasized about grabbing (y/n)’s small hips and slamming into his ass like there was no tomorrow. he grew harder with each progressive thought, and started to palm himself through his pants. he kept his eyes glued to his computer screen, watching intently as (y/n) started to also palm himself through his panties, body still in frame. the dim room, lit by led lights, didn’t do (y/n) any justice when it came to a clear view. chan wanted to see every detail of (y/n). he wanted to see his dick up close, leaking just for him to see the detail of his face to help his fantasies of cumming on it.

“do you like it? i bought it just for you, sir. i knew you’d love how revealing it is on me. do you like how hard i’m getting? it’s all for you.” (y/n) began to caress his body, pushing his pecs together like they were tits. he slid a hand down to under his panties and slowly massaged his dick and the other one massaged his pec through the bra. massaging his dick caused (y/n) to push his knees together in order to keep his balance as he was still standing.

“fuck it” chan thought. he quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees as he sat in his gaming chair. he gave his cock a few strokes, adding a few drops of lube. chan never used lube too much but he began to need it more to help the fantasies of being in (y/n)‘s warm, lubed-up ass.

(y/n) sat back down in his gaming chair in front of his monitor. he began to read more comments that were flooding in. of course, all horny. he smiled a bit, his cheeks flushing.

“you do like it? i’m so happy you do. i just want to make you happy, daddies…should i show you my cock? do you want to see how wet and hard it is for you, sir?” the comments began to flood with many “yes”’s.

(y/n) giggled, “hm, okay. but i only will if i get three $10 donations, okay?” chan thought about donating. he contemplated it for a long while until his opportunity was over due to 3 other users instantly donating. chan loved donating to (y/n) but he wanted to hear (y/n) say his name tonight. “i should save my money for the later donation” he thought.

“oh wow, so quick. you are so good to me, daddies.” as (y/n) read off the usernames who donated and thanked them, chan couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. chan secretly wants (y/n) all to himself, but he won’t admit that to himself.

“since you were so kind to donate to me, i’ll let you see my cock now as promised.” (y/n) said, getting up from his chair and leaving only his body in frame again. he slipped off his panties slowly, taking his time and teasing his viewers, teasing chan. the moment his dick was set free, it bounced up and hit his stomach than bobbled back down to a semi-hard stance. he shook his hips a bit, making his dick wave from side to side to show it off.

“see how wet i am?” he asked. chan could see the light reflecting off of the small dribbles of cum on his tip. chan stroked his dick tightly, palming his tip every once and a while. chan was loud when he jerked off but tried his best not to be. but when it came to (y/n), he struggled to hold in his moans. these weren’t moans of lazy pleasure anymore, they were moans of pure high of arousal. chan felt dumb when he saw (y/n) stroke his beautiful cock. his cock was smaller than chan’s but chan found it cute. it was because of (y/n) that chan began to prefer little cocks to dominate rather than bigger ones.

(y/n) sat down again, his webcam gave a perfect view of his dick, thighs, torso, and face. chan could see everything he needed in order to motivate his cock. chan’s tip was red and hungry for (y/n)‘s ass. all chan wanted right now was to pound into him and shoot his seed into him.

(y/n) moaned, “ah~ god, im so wet already…do you like my cock, daddies? don’t get impatient, okay? i promise i’ll let you see this ass too.” he giggled, giving a smirk. (y/n) already looked blissed out and drunk on dopamine. his breath was unsteady and his moans were let free.

chan continued his strokes, covering his mouth as he felt butterflies invade his stomach again. it only made his cock twitch more.

after some more stroking and moaning from (y/n), he slowed, looking at his monitor. he scanned the comments, many of them by now were asking to see his ass.

he giggled, “oh, you want to see my ass, hm?” he pulled his panties back up, forcing them up high, the waist band fitting loosely above his hip bones.

he stood up, slowly turning around and shaking his ass a bit. chan admits, his ass is fairly big. definitely has a bubble butt for how small his build generally is. chan loved it of course, he loved thinking about slapping it while doing doggy and absolutely destroying his hole.

with the thong pulled up, his ass was fully out, fabric tucked within his ass cheeks. he massaged it, making it bounce up and down a bit. the recoil almost made chan cum on the spot. “fuck, his ass is so hot.” he said under his breath.

(y/n) turned to face his webcam again, this time turning the webcam to point towards his bed. his bed was decorated with a few stuffed animals and a white, satin sheet. his body was forced into frame, now with a dildo in his hand. it was realistic, a few veins running up the side, about 8 inches(20.3 cm) which was perfect for chan’s imagination since he was 7.5 inches(19 cm). (y/n) plopped himself up on his bed, setting the dildo next to him. he lifted up his bra above his pecs, pinching at his nipples accompanied by the massaging of his pecs. he forced them together, faintly imitating the shape of breasts.

“do you like them? do you like how big they are for you?” this made chan’s dick twitch. since he was bisexual, it was expected, but chan felt that this turned him on a little too much. he sped up the strokes on his dick, throwing his head back every few minutes. the room was filled with scant moans and whines, along with aqueous-sounding strokes. keeping his eyes glued to his screen, he watched as (y/n) lubed up the dildo in his hand, twisting his hand on the tip and slowly jerking it off. chan slowed his pace down to mimic what (y/n) was implementing on the dildo. chan closed his eyes and listened to (y/n)’s voice as he imagined (y/n) stroking his cock instead.

“your cock feels so good in my hand. it’s so big and wet. i can’t wait to feel you in my ass, daddy.” (y/n) moaned. he made intense eye contact with webcam. this was typical for him. (y/n) would make eye contact with the webcam every session to make the process more personal and seductive.

by this time, chan’s grip on his computer chair handle tightened, making his knuckles turn white. he had to edge himself just to hold himself off from cumming, even at this slow pace, chan was unbelievably close.

continuing to slowly stroke the dildo, it generating a lewd, wet sound, (y/n) announced, “i’d love to continue, but you all know what time it is, don’t you?” chan knew exactly what (y/n) was talking about. every time he went live, he asked for a $45 donation from chat, and whoever donated first was the lucky one to get their name moaned as (y/n) absolutely destroys his ass and cums all over himself.

chan’s stomach dropped, he wanted to be first. he wanted to go over the top just for (y/n), but maybe that was just the arousal making chan so desperate and dumb.

dumbly, chan scurried in order to be the first to donate. chan, dick still in one hand, hardly had to think about it before he ended up donating $100 to the boy. shock took over chan as he realized what he had just done, but simply stared at (y/n) and waited for his reaction.

chan watched as his username popped up in the corner of the screen, “call.me.chris donated $100!” it read. the small alarm of the donation pinging, getting (y/n)’s attention.

“oh my, $100?…thank you, sir…” it was obvious that (y/n) was flustered and shocked, but he tried to hide it the best he could in order to keep his provocative persona.

“well since you were first to donate, i should get ready for you then, shouldn’t i, chris?” chan hearing (y/n) say his name made him whine lowly, covering his mouth as he felt the heat radiate from his cheeks.

(y/n) prepared himself by picking up his dildo once again, stroking it a few times to warm up the lube, and turned his body around and proceeded to get on all fours. his ass was pointed up high. chan had a clear view of his beautiful asshole, and divine ass. (y/n) reached around, using his hands to spread open his cheeks to showcase his asshole some more.

chan sped up his strokes once again, moaning into his hand that was still covering his mouth. chan had a kaleidoscope of butterflies fill his tummy as he watched. he felt so incredibly special to (y/n) in that moment. he got what he wanted: (y/n)’s attention.

(y/n) arched his back, forcing his ass up high. a few of his fingers were still wet from the lube on his dildo, so he used it to massage his asshole, slowly inserting his middle finger. moans fell from (y/n)’s mouth as he continued to force his finger in and out of his ass. the lube made him slick and easy. chan wanted so bad to see (y/n)’s face as he fucked himself.

chan threw his head back, eyes rolling in the back of his head. he continued to please himself, imagining that it was (y/n)’s ass that was pleasing him instead. the sounds that chan was hearing only motivated him to cum even more.

after a few minutes, and a few more peeks at (y/n)’s ass from his monitor screen, the sounds hushed. this got chan’s attention of course, forcing him to find the source of the pause.

he was presented with a pulchritudinous sight. within those few moments of silence and rustling, (y/n) must’ve gotten a little too needy for chris’s dick. he was exposed: legs spread open, on his knees, and was lowering himself onto the dildo that was only help up by his hand on the base of it.

chan paused and watched in awe as he saw (y/n) lower himself onto the dildo, it slowly disappeared in his ass. it was slow, moans and whines slipping from (y/n)‘s lips as his dick pointed straight up and leaking pre-cum.

once (y/n) got to the base, he paused, “your dick is so big, chris.” he giggled, smiling at his webcam. chan was now just a puddle; putty. he felt weak in every aspect and couldn’t even bring himself to continue jerking off, just watch in fascination at (y/n) as he moved slowly up and down, the dildo disappearing and reappearing in his ass. his legs were wide open, giving chan a nice look at all of him: his dick, his balls, his ass and the dildo deep inside of it.

“god, you feel so good. do you like seeing me like this for you, chris? do you like seeing me take your cock so well?” (y/n) asked rhetorically, looking at his webcam once again. chan felt special, he felt like it was only (y/n) and him in his room. chan, for once, forgot about the concept of porn in all of its counterfeit. he forgot about the other 5,000 viewers that probably felt the same way as chan in that moment. it felt real to him, and maybe that’s what pushed him over the edge. he felt like he could cum in seconds if he started to jack off again, and he didn’t want to cum yet. he waited, taking in (y/n). he watched as (y/n) would lift himself off of the dildo,

only to force himself back onto it, the base meeting his ass. every time (y/n) pulled up, strings of lube stuck. it was messy and chan loved it. the small boy was covered in sweat, causing his hair to stick to his face. only the sweet sounds of (y/n) forcing himself onto his dildo and loud whines and moans were heard through chan’s monitor. still riding the dildo, (y/n) rested his arms in front of him to hold him up, forcing his pecs together in order to mimic breasts forced together. they bounced a little from the constant motion of (y/n) pounding himself on his dildo.

(y/n) looked up again, “do you want to fuck yourself between them? cum on them? i’d let you do anything you want to me, chris.” he smiled, blushed cheeks and sweat accompanying his face as well.

this triggered something in chan. he usually wasn’t the one to pursuit so called “femboys.” he was bisexual, sure, but he loved both the feminine aspect of some women and the masculine aspect of some men. he never thought to let it interchange with one another, but chan wasn’t so sure anymore. seeing (y/n) wearing a woman’s lace bra, even the smallest detail of the bounce his pecs would do when he’d slam himself back onto his dildo did something to chan he couldn’t rightfully explain or fully comprehend. though, he didn’t really care either. all he wanted in that moment was to cum to (y/n).

chan’s eyes switched every so often. he didn’t know what he wanted to keep his eyes on more: (y/n)‘s glistering pecs or his bouncing dick. curses fell from (y/n)’s mouth, notioning that he was close.

“fuck, you feel so good, chris…holy shit…please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” drive took over chan, and he couldn’t help but to indulge and please himself to (y/n). he was desperate and wanted to cum, so he started out as rough and aggressive with himself. each pounding (y/n)‘s ass would take only caused chan’s dick to inch closer to release.

“haa~ fuck, so close. mm, please, chris, cum in me. please~” hearing (y/n) beg caused the already present knot in his tummy to accentuate. he felt himself come close, his tip throbbing and profusely leaking. he wanted nothing more than to fuck that small ass of (y/n)‘s; wanted nothing more than to make him cry all because of his big cock.

chan threw his head back, fucking into his hand like it was the small boy on his screen.

“fuck- gonna cum. please, cum with me, chris. please, fuck me until you fill me up.” (y/n) begged. his voice was shaky and raised a few octaves now. his whines were beautiful, chan could of swore that (y/n) was crying at one point from how needy his voice sounded when he begged.

small trails of curses were whined under (y/n)‘s breath before it all came to a stop, the continuously clumsy slaps of (y/n)’s dildo meeting his ass and chan’s sloppy fucks still quietly heard in his room.

chan knew that (y/n) came and was continuing to ride out his high of his orgasm. (y/n)‘s whining and moans pushed chan over the edge, forcing his dick to twitch and coat cum over chan’s hand and a bit of his shirt as well. chan groaned deeply, trying not to be too loud in caution of the other members.

as chan rode out his high, slowly stroking his cum-covered cock, eyelids slightly closed and breath heavy, he watched (y/n) again. he was now trying to catch his breath as well, and slowly raised himself off of his dildo. he sat it next to him, and raised his hand that was also coated in some of his cum. he forced his fingers into his mouth, tasting and swallowing himself.

“you taste so good, chris. i wish i could’ve felt your cum coat my insides though.” he continued to wipe some off the cum that was dripping off of his cock, and wiped his on his tongue, showing his audience. (y/n) never took his eyes away from the webcam, and continued to lick his fingers like it was the best meal he’d ever have. his eyes were semi-closed, and his body was very clearly tired from getting pounded into.

(y/n) lightly giggled, “my body’s so tired from your dick, chris. i’m always tired after i cum, but i think your cock really did a number on me. i can hardly hold myself up.” it was true. he was hardly able to keep his eyes open, let alone get up to end the live.

still in nothing but his bra, he struggled to find steady composure as his knees were wobbly and he began to limp. he picked a blanket up from his bed, wrapping it around his slim body. (y/n) was undoubtedly cute in chan’s eyes.

(y/n) mustered up enough strength to approach his desk where his webcam was located.

“i really hope you enjoyed, chris. thank you for donating, sir. i hope i can pound myself to you again soon, your cock was amazing…bye, sir.” (y/n) waved lightly, his body was giving in to the comedown of his previous orgasm. (y/n) kissed his viewers goodbye and ended the live.

chan looked at the end screen for a bit, trying to take in everything he has just done. he was even still shocked that he donated $100 to (y/n). he decided it was best to shower to rinse himself free of his cum. no matter how tired he physically was, chan couldn’t put off the thought of (y/n). he replayed the whole scene in his head, eventually needing to jack himself off again due to how hard he got due to a simple thought of (y/n). maybe chan was more intrigued with (y/n) than he thought.

(potential part 2?!)

xo, kai <3.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x male reader #bang chan #male reader #skz #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic

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"Bunny gets stuffed in her ass and pussy"

Chifuyu x reader fem x Kazutora

Summary: Your loving husband's help your create only fans content.

Warnings: Mature themes, Adult themes, Innapropriate language, Threesome, Vaginal sex, Anal sex, Orgasm, Smut, Cam girl/ onlyfans

This was requested by @lovelygeniegirl1012

Hope you like it 💕

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“Hey guys it me (Y/N) and stay tuned tonight as hubby 1 unloads inside my fertile pussy while hubby 2 destroys my ass” you said to the camera, sitting in nothing but a pair of light pink sheer panties as your breasts were exposed causing your nipples to slightly pebble.

You moved forward turning the camera off, when you heard a noise coming from the kitchen getting louder as the person creating the sound moved closer.

“Hey angel, you done filming?” you husband Chifuyu Matsuno asked, as he entered your shared bedroom.

“Well not really” you replied as you reached for your discarded rob on the bedroom floor.

“But how was work. Did that cute doggie finally get a home?” you asked as you sat on the bed, watching as Chifuyu joined you.

“Well not yet but the shop has been busy. Its bunny season so everyone wants one. Kazu is still helping a bunny give birth as we speak”

“Really?” you asked in amazement.

“Yes, my horny bunny” Chifuyu said as he leaned over placing soft kisses along your neck, causing you to giggle.

“Come on humpy the hare let me get dinner ready before Kazu gets home” Chifuyu said stopping his ticklish kisses as he moved up from his spot with you on the bed, with you following behind.

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Chifuyu Matsuno was your husband for nearly 2 years. Chifuyu had subscribed to your onlyfans and your relationship began as any other of your subscribers, him paying you for whatever content he desired but what differentiated him from every other subscriber way he never commented on your body but rather on how cute you looked in every video. His sweet compliments had gripped your heart and you decided that the two of you should meet, and after 5 dates Chifuyu got on one knee and asked that special question to which you agreed, and then 2 months later you became Matsuno (Y/N).

And what made you love Chifuyu more was that he never tried to stop your career when the two of you got married. He wasn’t the selfish man that tried to hide you from the world, in fact the was the exact opposite, flaunting pictures of you whenever he could to someone; even during his breaks during work he would watch his favourite twitter videos of yours, which of course would not go unnoticed by his fellow co-worker, Hanemiya Kazutora.

“What are you watching there?” Kazutora asked on random day.

“My wife” Chifuyu asked with a love-stricken gaze.

Kazutora peered over Chifuyu’s watching you splayed yourself on the bed moaning out in need as you continuously shoved the biggest dildo Kazutora had ever seen, in and out of your dripping cunt that left a massive wet spot on the bed.

“Holy shit! That’s your wife Chifuyu?”

“Yeah, isn’t she amazing” Chifuyu asked like a schoolboy talking about his crush.

“She sure is. Fuck shes so beautiful” Kazutora said as he continued watching the video play on Chifuyu’s phone.

“You wanna meet her?” Chifuyu asked with stars in his eyes.

When Chifuyu came home that night with Kazutora you knew he was special, the bond the two of you had was unmatched. He understood you, like he was the missing part of your soul. And just as you and Chifuyu had married soon after you’re meeting the same was done with you and Kazutora, but in a spiritual ceremony under the stars with only the moon being a witness to your love.

Chifuyu was never jealous of what was happening between you and Kazutora, as he knew you loved him and he loved you, he loved you enough to find happiness with others, even if it was his co-worker and close friend Hanemiya Kazutora, and besides now he had someone he could talk with about you for hours.

Your life quickly changed having both your legal and spiritual husband by you side, the three of you did nearly everything together, from sleeping, eating, showering as well as creating content with them. And that was your lifestyle now just the three of you.

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“Sorry I’m late for dinner” Kazutora said as he entered the apartment, while you and Chifuyu sat at the dinner table eating soba.

“It’s okay Chifu told me you were helping with the bunnies” you said with your cheeks filled with soba.

“Oh, did he now” Kazutora said as he took his seat at the table.

“Yeah, I did. How many did our cute lil fluff ball give birth to?” Chifuyu asked as Kazutora.

“Well 12, but I’m sure lil fluff ball will get be with more bunnies soon. You know how bunnies are” Kazutora replied as he ate at his soba.

“Hey!” you screamed out getting the attention of both Kazutora and Chifuyu.

“Don’t forget you gotta help me tonight” you said with a cute pout.

“How could we forget angel” Kazutora replied while Chifuyu nodded in agreement. They would never forget to help you create content, with such a cute face and such a tight pussy it was a no brainer that they’d always be willing to help.

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“I’m ready” you yelled from the room.

“We’ll be there now” Chifuyu replied, as he and Kazutora now stood infront of the mirror stretching their limbs as you usually out them in some intertesing positions that required flexibility.

“I wonder what she has in store for us tonight?” Kazutora asked as he shifted his hard cock in his boxers.

“Whatever she has waiting for us, she probably looks so sexy” Chifuyu said as he felt his cock already leaking with pre-cum at the thought of you.

When Chifuyu and Kazutora left the bathroom, they were surprised when they found you sitting on the bed, camera ready, while you wore a white sheer lingerie set with a pair of fluffy bunny ears and a matching fluffy white butt plug.

They both starred at amazement at the sight before them.

“Use said its bunny season” you said with a giggle as you turned around to show them your cute butt plug giving your ass a little wiggle.

Both men still starred with mouths agape, cocks hardening even more than they already were at the sight of you.

“Come on before I wet my panties more” you complained out finally snapping them out of their trance.

Kazutora walked over to the camera, about to set the recording to live so that your viewers could enjoy the show. Kazutora set a timer on the camera so that he could get in position before the three of you went live.

“So, whose doing what?” Kazutora asked as he reached the bed sitting along side your right as Chifuy sat on your left.

“Chifu you fuck my pussy and Kazu you can fuck my ass. Okay!” you said with a cheerful smile, like you weren’t about to commit the lewdest act known to man.

The camera began its countdown. You now stood on your knees on the bed with Kazutora on his knees behind you and Chifuyu in front of you in the same position. You began kissing Chifuyu. Your soft lips moulding against his, opening your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, your mouth was watering as Chifuyu sucked on your tongue. Kazutora massaged your ass while you and Chifuyu seductively kissed, Kazutora was pulling at your cute bunny butt plug as moans slipped out due to his actions.

HandyHanma: Fuck that looks so hot,

DaddyRan: Look how wet she is, and they barely did anything.

DrakentheDom: Such as simple slut bunny.

Chifuyu began playing with your tits as he continued kissing you, while Kazutora still pulled your butt plug halfway out just to shove it back in, causing your back to arch on pleasure.

“You want us to fuck you bunny?” Kazutora whispered from behind.

“Yes please, please” you begged out.

Chifuyu stopped kissing you as he took your bra off sucking at your nipples, while Kazutora removed your pantie, while still teasing you with your butt plug.

“Please bunny wants cock” you moaned out.

“What you think should we give bunny cock?” Kazutora asked Chifuyu.

“It is bunny season” Chifuyu replied as he began to pull his leaking cock out of his boxers, Kazutora doing the same with beads of pre-cum formed on his red bulbous cock tip.

HakkailLoves$luts: Fuck her she’s begging for it.

MagicMikey: Shes dripping all down her thighs.

Chifuyu now lined his leaking cock with your bare pussy that gushed out at the exposed air, while Kazutora lined himself up with your ass.

“They want us to fuck you bunny, should we?” Chifuyu asked while he turned to the camera, while Kazutora began to use your slick to lube up your ass.

HandyHanma: Breed that tight fucking pussy

MagicMikey: Yes, fuck her so good that she’s filled with baby bunnies

“Time to breed you bunny” Chifuyu said as he began to push his thick fat cock into your dripping cunt, Chifuyu stayed buried inside you not moving yet as Kazutora shoved his cock straight into your tight ass.

“Shit bunny you’re gonna make me cum already” Kazutora moaned out.

Chifuyu began slowly thrusting inside you, the tight wet walls of your cunt devouring him making it hard for him to not cum on the spot. Kazutora fucked your ass merciless not giving you a moment, as he wanted to feel more of the tight ass swallow his cock as his balls smacked against your ass.

Chifuyu began picking up his pace, now fucking you just as brutally as Kazutora. Your pussy felt so full of cock, enjoying the sensation of Chifuyu’s leaking cock inside of you as he pressed against that delicious spot inside of you while Kazutora fucked your ass making your pussy feel more sensitive with pleasure.

“Yeah, keep fucking me, bunny wants cock so badly” you moaned out as you drooled with pleasure of having to cocks stuffing you full.

DrakentheDom: shit her pussy is foaming already

TaijuTallDick: God, she wants to be inseminated so badly.

“I’m gonna- I’m gon-na cum” you moaned out as the sensation of having both your ass and pussy being fucked was getting to much. Your pussy was being stimulated with each thrust and your ass was tightening so hard around Kazutor’s cock.

“Cum bunny!” Kazutora yelled, as his balls were filled with cum readying to unload it into your ass.

“Yeah, I can feel it bunny, just cum on my cock” Chifuyu said as his cock already had a ring of white at the base, his shaft so full of semen readying to shoot into your fertile pussy.

DaddyRan: Bunny’s in heat.

SanzulovesSub: Fucking cum bunny.

The coil in your tummy finally snapped as Chifuyu hilted his cock deep inside you, your pussy pushing out against his cock as you came hard around his cock causing Chifuyu to cum at the tightening of your pussy walls as you milked him. Chifuyu let out streams of cum into your pussy, Kazutora still fucked you ass mercilessly until his balls ached and he came hard, shoving his cock as deep as he could inside you letting his cum fill your ass.

Chifuyu and Kazutora removed their cocks from you, while you now liad on the bed with your legs spread showing the camera as cum dripped out both your ass and pussy mixing together on the sheets.

“Don’t you just wish you were fucking bunny’s pussy” Kazutora said, while Chifuyu now leaned infront of your splayed legs pushing the mixture of his and Kazutora’s cum into your pussy.

“We love you bunny” Kazutora and Chifuyu said in unison.

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gallavich-headcanon · 2 years

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Spicy headcanons 🌶️🔥

Here are some NSFW headcanon questions for you! This time send the letter for the headcanon you want to hear (:

A. Aftercare: how do they take care of each other after sex? Do they talk? cuddle? shower? B. Bareback: Do they use condoms? have they stopped? Do they prefer bareback? C. Crying: " You ever make someone cry before? from ecstasy" was it with Mickey? Have Ian cried during sex? D. Dirty talk: Who is more talkative during foreplay? during sex? Do they have Praising / degrading kink? E. Edging: Do they enjoy edging? Who is in control? F. First time: Did they have sex the first time they hooked up? was it just handjobs? Was it Mickey's first time with a guy? G: Gagging: We've all seen the famous Gag in their room. Who wore it? Who bought it? How was the first experience? How's their gag reflex? H. Horny: Who is hornier? Do they get bitchy when they're horny? desperate? bratty? I. Intimacy: How vulnerable do they get? Do they talk about their fantasies? What's their foreplay like? J. Jerking off: How often do they masturbate by themselves? Do they enjoy watching each other do it? K. Kink: How kinky are they? how do they explore their sexuality? How has it changed over the course of their relationship? L. Lingerie: What clothes make them feel sexy? What turn they other on? (could be thongs, jock strap, booty short, fitted jeans, suit, etc.) M. Making love: When was the first time they made love? How often do they have soft and emotional sex? N. Nipples: (with those kind of manboobs? it's a crime not to ask) Do they have sensitive nipples? Do they want to get them pierced? Do they use toys on them? O. Orgasm: What's their record of orgasms in one day? Are they into orgasm denial/delay? P. Plug: Does Mickey enjoy wearing plugs? Does Ian ask him to wear when they go out? What kind do they have? (same for my Bottom!Ian people) Q. Questioning: have they ever questioned their sexuality? since when did they know they were gay? R: Rimming: Why was Mickey not into it? Has Mickey changed his mind about rimming? Does Ian enjoy rimming? S. Sex tape: On HoH they talk about recording themselves. How did it start? How often do they film/ watch? Would they ever start an onlyfans? (or something similar) T. Toys: We know canonically they have some, what's their newest one? What was the first one they got together? What's their favorite? U. Uniform: how much do they turn each other on in that security uniform? Did mickey have a thing for EMT Ian? How much of a turn off was the yellow prison uniform? V. Voyeurism: Do they go to sex parties or kink events? W. Work: How often do they fuck during their work day? Do they fuck during their lunch breaks or just whenever they're horny? How often did they fuck in the Kash and Grab? X. XXXXX: What's their favorite porn? what do they type into the search bar? Do they have a favorite porn star? Y. You're my husband: Has anything changed in their sex life after they got married? Z. Zero to a hundred: What's the fastest way for them to turn the other on?

Please remember to only send NSFW questions to people who reblog (and by that consented) to get sexual questions!

#spicy headcanons #gallavich headcanons #headcanon #gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #spicy

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Eunbi x male reader, with some drama and I expect a lot of smut.

I hope you can do this, I know that many writers are uncomfortable writing that an idol has sex with someone who is not the reader (when the story is Idolxreader), but I hope you can make an exception with me (you don't know how many I have asked to write a similar story and nothing) you know, as a belated Christmas present? 😁

Plot:

One in which Y/N is a world famous actor and is dating Kwon Eunbi, who is just a person who was lucky enough to fall in love with Y/N, one day Eunbi decides to create a page on OnlyFans where she started uploading photos in lingerie , then fully naked and then filming videos of herself masturbating with sex toys, Y/N supports her career choice.

One day Eunbi checks her OnlyFans page and most of her followers wanted to see her fuck someone on video, and that seems like a good idea to Eunbi and one more step for her career, so she goes to Y/N to tell her, but Y/N refuses to record a porn video, since his body has several tattoos, tattoos that he has shown in public and that his fans know and if they see the video they will know that it is him. Eunbi asks him what to do, since he doesn't want to disappoint his fans, Y/N understands that, since he doesn't like to disappoint his fans either, and they talk about what Eunbi can do; they come to the conclusion that just as Y/N kisses her co-stars and in some roles does sex scenes with them, her relationship with Eunbi is intact and they are happy as always, Eunbi can film porn videos with other men, since it would be something like "acting".

It's been three months since Eunbi started recording videos with other men, filming with her friends, with a friend of Y/N (who is not famous) and with various famous porn actors (OC).

A week ago Eunbi did a raffle and the winner had the opportunity to meet her and shoot a porn video with her, that brings us to today, Eunbi is at home waiting for the lucky winner to arrive, the winner comes home, talk few minutes with Eunbi and they prepare to start recording (Y/N is out, doing an interview and is aware of what Eunbi is doing), Y/N comes home when Eunbi still hasn't finished recording and since he is tired After the interview he goes directly to his room and finds Eunbi and the winner fucking, luckily Eunbi and the winner are so involved in their thing that they don't see Y/N and since Eunbi and the winner are being very noisy they don't hear anything, Y /N leaves there for the kitchen, he never imagined that he would see Eunbi working and he reminds himself that it is work. After several pleasant minutes, Eunbi finishes recording and once her breathing calmed down she started another conversation with the winner and after they got ready and dressed the winner left, Eunbi goes to the living room and there she finds Y/ N and sees that he is a bit distant, so he asks if he is okay and Y/N tells him that he saw her and how he feels, Eunbi tries to comfort him and Y/N tells him that he will be fine, that he will get over it and that he will not there is nothing wrong as it is your job.

With that said, they both prepare dinner between laughs and kisses.

I like the concept here and am willing to write it, but I'm going to have to think as to how I'll do it. It would be a longer story that I work in in the background so it would probably be done in 3-4 months. If that’s acceptable I'll do it

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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more pornstar!harry content coming soon perhaps…👀?

BURNING DESIRE

pornstar!harry x pornstar!reader

(MASTERLIST)

summary: both harry and y/n film themselves for their onlyfans

warnings: smut

Harry knew Y/N had an OnlyFans account, every man on literal earth knew about it.

Every month hundred and thousands of dollars would get loaded into Y/N's bank account along with her other hundred and thousands of dollars she already had.

It didn't bother Harry that people paid to see his girlfriend do naughty things to herself. He would hear her breathy moans in their bedroom while she would film her videos.

Honestly sometimes it did drive him crazy but when she asked him to be apart of her videos his heart did a leap.

"I was wondering if you could start filming with me." Y/N tells her boyfriend who was sat across from her.

"We already film together pet." Harry chuckles laying his ringed hand on top of Y/N's. Immediately she shakes her head making him furrow his brows. "Film what?" He tilts his head.

"My OnlyFans videos Harry."

The couple who were sat next to their table gave her a disgusted look which Harry catches and swiftly glares at them. Soon the couple get nervous under his stare and stopped sending his girlfriend judging looks.

He hated the way people treated adult film stars. Most of the world thought people who filmed themselves intimately were people that had no boundaries or self-respect, which was completely wrong.

"Are you sure your clients are okay with this? I don't think they would like a dick in your videos—"

"Harry I really don't give a fuck about my clients, I have thousands so if a few people unsubscribe then that's on them, It wont affect me at all." Y/N cuts Harry off with a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure?" He questions his girlfriend as he traces invisible shapes on the back of her hand.

"Yes H and plus I need you, I can't get off by myself."

"Harry baby!"

Y/N's voice yelling for him breaks him out of his trance. Quickly he makes his way to their shared bedroom to see her completely naked as she holds up two sets of lingerie.

One red, one pink.

"I can't decide." She frowns laying both pieces on the bed. In a flash she feels arms wrapping around her waist making her lean into the warm chest.

"Just stay naked. Love you like this." Harry mumbles as he kisses Y/N's neck which makes her let out a breathy laugh.

"Thank you but no." Y/N giggles pulling away from Harry when she feels him grow hard in his trousers. "Now choose." She nods her head to the lingerie on the bed.

Harry gives her a smile before she disappears somewhere in their large closet. He turns around to face the red and pink lace items deciding which one was his favorite.

Quickly he decides on the scarlet color, already imagining Y/N wearing the lace piece. Setting the lingerie aside he moves to lay down on the bed waiting for his girlfriend.

The built in house speakers were softly playing a Stevie Nicks song as rustling was heard from the closet. Shortly Harry hears feet pattering before a body lands on his lap. Opening his eyes he sees Y/N grinning down at him, still naked.

"Let me guess the red one?" She teases as Harry's eyes trail down to her chest. Swiftly his ringed hand comes in contact with her neck pulling her down to connect their lips.

He mumbles out a yes against her lips which made her smile into the kiss. Soon she forces herself to pull away from her already horny boyfriend because she knew if they fucked right now they would be to tired to film.

Harry groans once he feels her warm body peel off of him. Sitting up on his elbows he sees Y/N slipping on the lingerie. His erection grew at the sight of her bending down grabbing her platform heels, a specific pair that made her taller than Harry—a pair that Harry loved.

"Oh fuck me." Harry groans watching her buckle the heels around her ankle.

Y/N and Harry had always filmed their videos with each others phones loving the intimate vibe. Most of their clients were obsessed with it too, constantly sending in money to get more of the phone shot videos.

When Harry had first joined his girlfriend's videos a lot of her clients did unsubscribe but they didn't care because after posting a few video snippets on Twitter multiple people ran to pay for their OnlyFans.

"My phone or yours?" Harry asks Y/N who was applying red lipstick on in the mirror.

"Yours." She hums turning around facing her boyfriend. He had his shirt off showcasing the black ink on his skin, his trousers were dangerously hanging low on his hips making his fern tattoos pop out. The sight of him made her want to go feral.

"Hmm, you're ready?"

"Of course." Y/N smirks making Harry pick her up and throw her over his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her lower back as his hand gripped onto her ass tightly.

Dropping her onto the bed Harry blindly reaches for his phone that was charging on his bedside table. He quickly taps his phone and slides his finger on the screen to get on the camera app.

Right when he hits the record button and leans his phone on a pillow he connects their lips. Y/N nips at Harry's lower lip which makes him let out a breathy moan into her mouth. When his mouth was open she took the chance to gently suck on his lower lip before roughly biting it.

Y/N knew he liked it when he moved his hand to wrap around her neck. She didn't notice his other hand trailing down to her covered heat until he slides a finger in her.

She let out a whimper as Harry's finger swallowed her warmth. Instantly he adds his middle finger making her chest rise up and down.

He quickly begins to grow frustrated at the lingerie not giving him enough space to touch her.

"Fuck this." Harry growls ripping the fabric that protected her intimate parts. Once the lace is thrown off of her body he begins to trail kisses down her stomach.

Y/N starts to shiver when Harry gets in contact with her sensitive part. His pants of air hitting her drenched cunt makes her try to shut her legs but his hands tightly wrapped around her thighs stopped her.

"Don't do that." Harry hisses. "Open your legs wider." He harshly smacks her inner thigh making her nod and spread her legs giving him a full view of her wetness.

Harry lets out a moan at the sight. He would never get tired of her sweet smell and taste. She was heavenly.

Before anything he makes sure Y/N is looking at him and when they make eye contact he digs his head in between her thighs.

"F-fuck!" Y/N moans as Harry's mouth moves rapidly but lightly. He lets out small grunts into her which made her arch her back and grab onto his disheveled hair.

Harry feels his cock twitching in his trousers at the sight of Y/N's chest rising up and down. Swiftly he lifts one of his hands off of her thigh and relocates it to her right breast, squeezing it, leaving her breathless.

He doesn't notice that he was rolling his hips into the mattress wanting to create some type of friction and relief. Pulling away from his girlfriends core, she whimpers at the loss of contact which makes him slightly feel bad but what he does next makes up for it.

Harry grabs Y/N's legs dragging her body close to his as he swiftly unbuttons his trousers and kicks them off, crawling on top of her only in his Calvin Klein boxers.

As he slides himself out of his underwear he connects their lips. Y/N moves her legs to wrap around his waist letting her heels dig into his back.

Her heels digging into his skin made something snap inside of him. With no warning he thrusts inside of her.

"Y-yes!" Y/N pants as Harry digs his head into her neck, leaving red and purple marks decorating her skin. He loved to give her hickeys. It showed the world that she belonged to him.

Harry's deep and erratic thrusts made Y/N dig her nails into his back which was already marked up with her heels that were dug into his skin.

The sound of skin slapping together filled the room along with whimpers and loud moans. Harry was glad their neighbors moved out because every time they would film, they would have to be quiet. But not this time.

Harry brings his head out of Y/N's neck to wrap his hand around her neck. Still having eye contact with her he leans down to her mouth as his thumb pushes her mouth open. Her eyes close in pleasure once he spits in her mouth.

His face grows hot after she opens her eyes and grins at him. She beings to praise him which makes him particularly moan loudly at her words.

"You feel so good daddy! I'm so close!" Y/N whimpers as Harry tightens his grip around her neck.

Daddy.

Harry feels a familiar feeling in his gut as his cock twitches.

"Please call me that again." Harry grunts falling into her chest loosing composure. He feels her nod as her legs tightened around him.

"Daddy I love you so fucking much. I-I'm going to—" She moans into his ear gripping onto his tattooed arm as her orgasm hits her hard. Followed by her Harry gives her one more powerful thrust before releasing into Y/N's cunt.

He goes limp in his girlfriends hold as her shaky hand moves to his back and begins to rub softly at his scratched up skin.

Sighing softly Harry blindly reaches for his phone to stop recording, not wanting to film their affectionate moment. After the video saved to his camera rolls he throws his phone which lands somewhere on the carpeted floor.

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu.

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera.

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips.

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap.

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead.

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random.

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat.

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor.

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion.

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked.

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his.

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily.

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself.

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud.

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!”

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler.

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him.

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset.

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him.

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you.

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts.

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up.

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence.

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued.

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?”

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard.

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there.

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to.

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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draguta · 2 years

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Draguta's October 2021 Fic Recs

Lol I know I’m late ~ October has been ROUGH ngl! These are just a few of my favourites that I read this October! Please note that just because they are included on this list, does not mean that they were posted in October 2021 ~ I'm just very behind and trying to play catch up!

🌹 Smut (18+, Minors DNI)

🌺 Personal Favourite

ONE SHOTS

Unfortunately Yours 🌹 | @weepingvoidpenguin |

When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you're told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed? | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Fuck You (Derogatory) 🌹🌺 | @bucksfucks |

A ruined mission turns to you & Bucky fucking it out. | TFATWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

A Little Help 🌹 | @captainsimagines |

Bucky’s been having difficulties in a certain...department. He’s at a loss, completely ready to give up until he starts theorizing. If you have the ability to heal people, maybe you can help him out. Maybe you’ll be able to fix him. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Play Pretend 🌹 | @wkemeup

| Part I | Part II |

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Nobody Does It Like You Do 🌹 | @ambrosiase

The hot dad next door finds your onlyfans.. oops? | Divorced Dilf!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Stranded 🌹 | @bucksfucks |

When your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing. |DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Accidental Pictures 🌹 | @alisonsfics |

you’ve always had a crush on your dad’s best friend, but it’s always been easy to hide. that is, until you accidentally send him pictures meant for someone else | DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Almost Caught 🌹 | @loveaffaire |

| DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

SERIES

Your Filthy Heart 🌹 | @sweeterthanthis |

Since the moment Bucky Barnes entered your life, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him. The fact that he was marrying your mother was just a minor block in the road. As you embark on a raunchy affair with your new stepfather, you realise there’s a lot more to Bucky Barnes than first meets the eye. | Stepdad!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

These Ties That Bind Us 🌺 | @sweetascanbee |

When you’re sixteen years old, you get a soul mark with the letters ‘JBB’ emblazoned on your left wrist. The only problem is, soulmate pairings have basically gone extinct, and the man you’ve been paired with has been dead for seven decades. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

A Taste For Older Men 🌹🌺 | @seventven |

Y/N is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. Due to an emergency at work, Y/N’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend Bucky in his stead. To Bucky’s surprise, Y/N is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back. | DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Coming In Hot 🌹🌺 | @nexusnyx |

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be. Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem. Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Stark Hub 🌹 | @world-of-aus |

A collection of one shots set in an AU world where the boys are porn stars working for Stark Entertainment. | PornStar!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Delicate Edges 🌺 | @wkemeup |

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. | Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Pride and Privacy 🌹 | @adrinktostopyourthirst |

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line. | Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader |

Astrophile | @all1e23 |

Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of a sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore? | Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

The Match 🌹🌺 | @babyboibucky |

You come across your boss' Tinder profile. | CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

As It Was, Baby | @nexusnyx |

Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbor who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl’s dream. Too bad you’re only his neighbor and nothing else. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent that you expected has life-altering consequences. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Call Me When You Want 🌹 | @bonky-n-steeb |

When you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. But your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. However, you are unaware that they are actually the same person. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

The Two Of Us 🌺 | @bucky-bucket-barnes |

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex. | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader |

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fic recs #dragutarecs #October recs

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Call Girl.

for you Zbops... anything

part one part two

Endevour x camgirl!Reader

wanrings: sugar daddy, sex, Mentions of drug use, choking, jealousy, Daddy kink, mentions of cam girls and sex work.

word count: 1,800 (about)

summary: idk this is weird and horny and doesn’t have a plot.

“(y/n) please? Endeavor likes you he’s not going to be mean if you’re there,” Keigo whined tugging at your sleeve. You shook him off. It was true that ever since you started fucking Endeavor, he was a little bit nicer to your boss. Or to put it more accurately, he hurried your boss out of the office so the two of you could have fun. This new development certainly made your life more interesting. It added a new thrill to your live shows to know that the number one hero was watching along with all the normal people.

Your bank account was also taking a boost from this new relationship. You had been worried Enji would try to strong-arm you into giving him more content for free. But no, Endeavor was more than happy to pay for all sorts of premium content on the side as well as compensating you for the in person time you spent together. It was almost enough money to quit your day job with Hawks and become a full time play thing for the older richer man.

“Sorry Hawks but I’m already busy tonight cleaning up after you so you’ll have to go with out me,” you huffed making him pout. “But by all means send my love to Endeavor if you think that will make him nicer somehow,” you added already imagining how that would play out.

“There’s no way you can reschedule?” he asked for the hundredth time. a couple of photographers got a less than flattering picture of Hawks smoking a joint and if you didn’t wrangle that picture out of their cold dead hands it was your ass on the line.

“this is an emergency Keigo, you can stand one meeting with the man now go, before you’re late,” you said shoving him out of the window, a horrible thing to do to any one except the winged hero himself.

Endeavor did nothing to hide his disappointment when he saw you weren’t with Hawks. What was the point of dealing with the annoying blonde If you weren’t with him?

“don’t pout old man She wanted to come promise. Even told me to give you a big kiss for her,”

“Sit down,” he snapped rolling his eyes. You had been such a tease all day long, with not only a constant stream of revealing photos on your onlyfans and premium snap chat. but the personal texts about how much you missed him for the past few days where what really got to him.

“So how long have you been fucking my secretary?” hawks asked stopping him in his tracks

“I’m married, I’m not sleeping with anyone.” Endeavor shot back. Hawks rolled his eyes

“You don’t have to lie to me, I get it. You like her because she’s hot and she likes you because of Daddy issues I just want to know if you’re like exclusive or if I still have a shot with her-”

A hot wave of jealousy hit him. He’d never felt bothered by the fact that other men were looking at you and fantasied about you but some how if it was Hawks it would be too far.

“Do what you want with your slutty PA, I don’t touch her.”

“Bull shit, every time we have a meeting you rush me out so you can get your nasty hands on her and you leave marks you know that? you could at least be gentle with her, Dude,” Hawks chided. He had known he’d left bruises. He liked seeing the jealous comments asking whose hand was branded on your thighs. He just hadn’t known Hawks had noticed too. He was always under estimating the number two.

“So what if I am?” he asked. “what difference does it make to you?”

“Like I said I want to know if I have a shot with her,”

“you don’t,”

“You think so? I think I’ve got a chance if she likes Heroes,” Endeavor was going to kill him.

You groaned leaving the restaurant. You had succeeded, but It had taken a lot out of you. You wanted to go home but as you checked your phone you saw Endeavor texted you.

Hawks said you’d be out tonight. Come over to my office once you’re done. I don’t care how late it is.

you smiled, you could use some stress relief right about now

on my way

Just a few moments later you were knocking on his office door. You wondered if he would be needy, something must be up, he’s never demaned you came over like this, sex was more of a heat of the moment thing.

“Come in,” he barked. You hadn’t even closed the door behind you before Enji was marching over to you.

“You kept me waiting,” he growled and lifted you off the ground as easily as if you weighed nothing at all. His strength amazed you sometimes. You weren’t the lightest girl in the world but he had no trouble as he dropped you on his oak desk.

He grabbed your jaw roughly and shoved his tounge in your mouth his other hand already reaching to remove your blouse. The flames of his beard tickled your jaw as he mauled your mouth. They weren’t hot enough to burn, just warm enough to heat up your face while he trailed kisses over your body.

Endevour had never been perticularly gentile with you per say, but now he was being especially rough. While he normally was carful not to rip your clothing so you could leave just as put together as you came in, this time he didn’t sem to care at all. Buttons flew as he tugged off your shirt and you heard ripping sounds as he unclasped your bra

“E-Enji,” you gasped as his teeth grazed the pulse point of your neck. He ignored you and kept biting down your neck.

“you have no idea how badly I need you” he growled gnawing at your skin, He pried one of your hands off of his chest and pushed it between his legs letting you feel how much he needed you.

You looked down and saw his aching cock through his impossibly tight hero costume, you could almost make out the veins through the taught fabric. you flattened your palm against his shaft slowly masaging his cock while he continued his assault on your torso.

His large hands easily cupped your breasts kneading the globes of flesh roughly. He pushed you down laying your back against the desk. Enji grabbed you by the knees and pushed your legs apart forcing your skirt up around your waist. he jerked you down pressing your clothed cunt to his cock.

His body covered yours easily as he leaned down kissing you agian, this time his lips landing on your chest, peppering your tits with marks. Enji loved his hickeys loved claiming you. if you were being honest. you liked it too. In a weird way it made you feel special.

His hips rutted against your slowly humping your clothed sex. Both of you groaned at the friction. His hand snaked up tangling in your hair and yanking back. You cried out in pleasure as pain ripped through your scalp. You clawed at his shoulders encouraging his actions.

“Mine,” He growled “look at me you are mine,” he stated firmly tugging on your hair again. his eyes were bright with fury.

“I don’t care how much that bird-brained fuck offers to pay you I’ll tripple it, this pussy is mine and If Hawks tries to touch you I’ll rip his head off.” He rolled his hips agian and your cunt clenched. you felt so empty, you struggled against his grasp to no avail, you desperately wanted him to fuck you already.

“I-I don’t want to fuck Keigo,” you whimpered back in response. He pulled back ripping off your underwear before reaching to rip off his own under garments

“After tonight you won’t want anyone else,”

His cock was proportional, just as large and intimidating as the rest of him.

“Do you need to be stretched or are you still fucked loose from last night?” He purred teasing the head against your clit. Last night you’d done a stream again with the novelty Endeavor themed dildo and you knew no amout of stretching was going to stop this from hurting, but you welcomed the pain.

“Just fuck me already, please Daddy I need it so much,” you moaned spreading your legs as far as you could while he was gripping your legs. He smirked and pushed in.

He didn’t bother going slow, you didn’t need slow pampering, you needed friction if you were going to feel better. The moment he was fully sheathed inside of you he pulled back thrusting in again.

“His pathetic prick couldn’t even compare, I wonder if you’d even feel him your cunt’s so stretched to the shape of my cock,” he growled in your ear. your eyes rolled back in your head as he pounded into, gutteral moans being pulled from your throat. The streach of his cock burned, but slowly the ache turned to pleasure as your doughy walls relaxed, and more slick coated his cock.

“f-faster Daddy please,” you moaned. He complied shaking the desk with each rock of his hips.

He took your cheeks in his hands tugging your face up to his level so he could bite your jaw. He let out a low groan against you skin. He was close, you could feel it.

“Fuck I’m going to cum,” you moaned knowing he wouldn’t be far behind. His Hand dropped to your neck cutting off your airflow.

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, I want to feel you cream on my cock,” he growled

“you- you too, I want you to cum to,” you moaned your body spasming under his muscular frame.

“I’ll cum when I’m damn ready slut, Just do what you’re told,” He spat. His cock hit your g-spot making you see stars.

“there’s my good girl,” he praised, he gripped your hips and started moving your body for you, using you like a doll as he chased his own release.

“you’re sweet cunt is perfect for me baby, and only me,” he growled. His hips snapped forward burrying himself inside of you, his cock throbbing with release.

“There, now you’re insides are claimed too, so you better not forget who you belong too,” he growled relaxing his grip on your neck, you slumped back on the desk, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. he pulled out and a river of semen spurted out of you. You had teased him about how much he came in the first private show, but it was always wild to see it in person.

“You sure know how to make a mess,” you teased grabbing a tissue to clean yourself up.

“It’s not a mess it’s a reminder,” he purred kissing your forehead.

“Yeah now I’ll never forget who’s my daddy,”

#enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #enji todoroki x reader smut #endeavor x reader #endeavor x reader smut #mha endeavor #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon

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