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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: johnny soap mactavish x medic!reader (stitch)

summary: a night of drinking with 141 pushes you to the brink of your friendship with soap.

warnings: [ 1k words ] pathetic levels of mutual pining, yearning, alcohol and drinking, (f) masturbation, reader fantasising about sex with soap.

notes: i had so much fun writing this <33

Soap leans back dangerously on the stool at the bar as he laughs, a deep rumble that rattles his ribcage. The legs of the seat teeter precariously on the edge of a broken floor tile, threatening to slip into the grout grooves and knock him from his pedestal. He’s like sunshine, glowing with the grin plastered on his face as he guffaws at something Ghost had grumbled across the bar.

Even in your drunken stupor, you manage to place your palm on his lower back, curbing gravity’s inevitable pull by easing him back into an upright position. He chuckles weakly, still struggling over Simon’s ridiculous comment as he blinks back humorous tears.

“Cheers, Bonnie,” he grins, the ocean in his eyes swimming with the whiskey The Captain had been plying you both with all evening. It knocks you seasick, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, weathered by emotional storms. They creased for you, now, his wide grin carving out crevices that would last a lifetime simply because he offered you a smile. “Always lookin’ after us, aren’t ye?”

“Y-Yeah, don’t go expecting me to catch you in the field. My job’s to treat injuries, not prevent them,” you murmur, heart cracking against your chest as it flooded your cheeks with blood, heating the skin beneath his gaze.

“Mhm- it’d mean y’d have less work,” he pointed out with a pert raise of his brows, picking up his glass of whiskey and swirling it around so that the ice tnk’d against it. Johnny doesn’t break eye contact, basking you in the warmth of his gaze that could only be rivalled by the sunshine on the beaches his salt-water eyes reminded you of.

Did other people bathe in that everglow? Did the golden rays of his affection colour the cheeks of other girls, or was that look of adoration reserved only for you? You dread to think of the possibility that you were misreading Johnny’s tender gaze, that what you had hoped were exclusive expressions of enchantment had, in fact, been handed out as frequently as the insults that Soap consistently levelled at the members of task force 141. Or even worse, there was a single ‘lass’ back home, waiting in the cobbled streets of Glasgow to receive his embrace.

Genesis: the split on his forehead that went straight to the bone. No bullets were fired; instead, Soap’s skull connected with Ghost’s knee during a football game with the rest of 141. Inexplicably, he and Simon had been on the same team, yet Johnny still managed to end up hurt. He’d smiled at you, and the sight had wormed its way into your bones, the sound of his accented voice all hushed and husky ringing in your ears. ‘Bet yer not used to fixin’ daftys like me.’

You’d assured him he wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Swallowing thickly, your fingers trail up the ridges of his spine through the thin material of his t-shirt. His back is muscular, leaking the heat of far too many whiskeys for so early in the evening. You’re sure you can feel his vertebrae ripple beneath your touch, his eyes zeroed in on your lips like he was aiming his sniper rifle at a target.

“It’s not work if it’s you,” you whisper, feeling the rest of the bar, the team, wash away in those ocean-blue irises. Soap hums softly, the weight of his hand resting on the top of your thigh beneath the sticky countertop of the bar. He seems to calculate the distance between you; the logistics of the shot.

You can’t breathe.

Defibrillator, chest compressions, mouth to mouth.

“Yer too kind, Stitch,” he murmured softly, giving your thigh a squeeze before withdrawing his touch almost as quickly as he’d offered it. Instead, he wraps his fingers around the glass containing the rest of his amber whiskey, the condensation clinging to the sides of the glass dribbling down the length of his fingers to the knuckles.

Code blue.

☆ ☆ ☆

Breathless, your back arches from the cot’s mattress as you sink your fingers into the dripping head at the apex of your thighs. You can’t help the moan that spills over from your lips as you feel how wet Soap’s single touch had made you, the burn of his palm still simmering in the flesh of your thigh.

You’d barely made it back to the barracks. Stumbling over your own feet, you’d whimpered in frustration when tearing off your clothes, needing to rub your throbbing clit to ease the pulsing need Soap had instilled in you with his fucking smiles.

They’re a nuclear weapon, so bright it hurts your eyes.

Alcohol made it so much worse. Your mind runs away with itself, imagining Soap had tripped into your bed alongside you. He’d be rubbing at your swollen clit with his thumb, sinking his fingers deep inside you while praising you for how well you received him.

‘Steamin’ Jesus, Bonnie,’ he would groan, kissing across your sternum while searching for that mind-numbing spot inside you that had your toes cramping as they curled, ‘so fuckin’ wet for me. Can ye take another? C’mon, that’s it-‘

You wail softly, rocking your hips up to meet the thrust of your fingers as you imagine the sensation of his lips on your neck, the scratch of his stubble against your pulse point.

“‘M gonna cum, Johnny,” you wheeze aloud, urging the ghost touch to keep going. Your fingers sink deeper, the ridges of your fingerprints scraping something cataclysmic when you curl them just right.

A long, anguished whine ricochets off the walls of your dorm as you drench your fingers with your cum, eyes squeezing so tight that you can almost see the ghost of Soap’s silhouette behind your eyelids, praising you for your devastating orgasm. It’s so slow, utterly debilitating as it obliterates every inch of your drunken limbs with a white-hot ecstasy.

Your lungs rattle with the force of your inhales, bleached knuckles gripping the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to brace against the explosive orgasm. Soap’s touch still simmers beneath your thigh muscles, buried into the sinews despite the trembles that wracked them.

Did he feel the same? Had your palm burned into his vertebrae, or did he imagine the touch of a girl from home, whispering her name when he came?

You dread to think.

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Labyrinth of the Six

Male Reader x Park Jiwon x Kim Yoohyeon x Kim Sihyeon x Kim Bora x Heo Yoorim x Lee Gahyeon (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Length: 8521 words

Tags: pornography, restraints, orgy, gangbang, sexual game, quirky, blowjob, cowgirl, rough, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, fingering, lesbian play, sensual, creampie, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, face fuck, degradation, ruining, spiting, mommy kink, daddy kink, mating press anal, double penetration, tits play, threesome, hair pull, reverse cow girl, dacryphilia, switch, chain play, a lot of sperm, pornactor!You

TW: Read the tags. I promise it's not too crazy, but maybe you don’t like degradation, dacryphilia, chain play, face fuck

(A/N: My 50th fic. Sorry for the long wait, but I hope it's worth it. I hope it's one in a million, for you, for me, for the community.)

"For the contract and the NDA to be effective, you have to sign here—"

Without hesitation, your sweaty fingers carry the black pen across the smooth, expensive paper, leaving the black letters of your signature.

"—and down here, please."

Repeat the process. The slight, still noticeable tremble in your hand makes it deformed as you find your name slightly underneath the line.

It does not seem to matter though, as the guy in front of you nods approvingly. With a calm hand he collects both pieces you can't believe you just signed, then the same hand is pointed at you. A handshake follows, while you stand up from your chair, knees like pudding.

"Congratulations on taking this final step!" the man says, a bright smile on his face.

"Thank you very much for this opportunity! I am more thrilled than ever before in my life, and I cannot wait to start!" you respond, extending the handshake a second or two longer.

"Well, I hope you mean this literally—"

The wooden door swings open. A modern, casual office design invades your view, and you feel an uncountable amount of eyes on yourself.

"—because you will start right now."

"A-Are you sure? As a newcomer, with no training?"

"Yes. Please follow Mister Chance over here. He will guide you to the location of the shoot. Good luck out there."

A single wave, and the man in his gray-blue suit disappears back into the room, his office. A smaller, older man stares at you in judging silence and when he walks, you fight through your hesitance and follow him.

A long walk down the hallway. A long wait in the elevator. A long drive in the black Mercedes. All along, your mind hurries back the path that brought you to this place, this company, this job.

A young man with a genuine, calm, peaceful smile. With his gray-blue suit, pants the same color, and a regular black suit case, he was definitely on the more professional side of people, especially this late at night in a suburban subway station.

As he passed by you, something urged you to look back; it had to be Fortuna herself, and maybe Aphrodite helped her, because right before your eyes, the man lost his purse.

You do what everyone should do: return it, without checking what is inside. Life will pay you back one day, you said to yourself, not knowing that it would in just that moment.

"Thank you very much! You have no idea how grateful I am for your sincerity. Say,—"

You did not expect the man to start a conversation. Slightly embarrassed, you turn on your heel and try to show nothing but interest for this kind looking stranger.

"—do you like your job?"

"Uhm, I guess it's alright."

"Excuse me for being so upfront, but that does not sound convincing. In this purse are at least 10,000$ in cash. If you answer my questions in all honesty, this money shall be yours."

The man got hit by an irritated, blank stare. Does he not know that this is very rude, you thought to yourself. What convinced you to listen to him were the copious amounts of checks and bills he pulled out and showed to you in secret.

"I won't get too personal, I swear."

"F-Fine."

"Very well then: How much do you earn in your current job?"

"1,500$ a month."

"Do you enjoy your job? Does it fulfill you?"

You scraped the back of your head, eyes wandering off to somewhere else in the station. You wanted to avoid this weird guy at all costs. Even the grisly graffiti opposite your platform was a hideout for your gaze.

Then again, you agreed to this. You agreed to get money, quite a lot of money, in return for some personal data—it's basically like using an App or any Website, but getting cash for using it. Honesty was your strongest companion that night.

"Uhm, no. Definitely not."

Suddenly, he moved closer, uncomfortably close. You backed off, but only an inch to not give him the idea of not wanting the money. His deep, brown eyes pierced through you like daggers of intensity. A serious tone underlined his final question:

"Would you quit your job right now to become a porn actor?"

Tied tightly to the rest of a surprisingly comfortable chair, your reasoning returns for a minute. Maybe it's because of the bitter aftertaste of the libido inducing serum you just swallowed. Maybe it's because the six beautiful faces of the contestants are shown on the large TV positioned right in front of you.

But maybe it's the fact that there are a dozen cameras pointed at you, at the surroundings, the girls—their naked bodies. This is real, this is happening now, and somehow, you are part of this.

The things before are still dreamlike, hazy, unreal to you: the arrival in a Mercedes, the hasty preparation room, the quick, simplistic explanation of your part in this game, the incredibly large labyrinth, the chair and TV in the middle of it.

Words by Mr. Chance:

"We have arrived, sir. Please follow me."

Words by the stylist:

"This will be your outfit. Some simple adjustments are necessary, so please hurry."

Words by the game master:

"All you need to do is: sit, fuck, tease. Take your time, then hit them with the secret. Act like they broke you—yet try to remain neutral. Most importantly: enjoy it and please, drink this before the shoot."

Words by the architect:

"The labyrinth is 700 meters long, 300 meters wide and filled with all kinds of puzzles, traps, contraptions—but that is not important for you. Please, follow this cameraman to your area."

Words from the TV:

"All contestants, crew, staff and actors, please move to your designated positions immediately! The game will start in one minute and thirty seconds. We are Live in five, four, three, two,..."

Avoid the lenses of each camera—you're not their focus right now anyway. And when you eventually fall into focus, your black dress pants and all-white shirt don't look half-bad. What a surprise that a company producing videos of mostly naked people cares so much about clothing; that shirt is a hundred bucks at least.

The TV screen is split in six sections, showing the two teams with three women each. Partially shaky, partially unfocused cameras and perspectives make it difficult for any viewer to closely look at their faces. It's a lot easier to check out the very different types of nude bodies.

One of them is exceptionally tall, long hair, long legs, yet she finds herself challenged with another odd puzzle, hindering her advances through the green maze.

One from the opposing team looks very small in comparison, with big, juicy thighs and speedy steps, yet she finds herself in a frustrating dead end, her second already.

Back to the other team you see one contestant trying to climb the green labyrinth walls. Her full ass-cheeks wobble with every hop her shapely legs take—the camera focuses on it perfectly—yet her attempts at reaching the top are futile.

Back to the first team, where you finally see a focused close-up of a cute, feisty looking face with big, pouty lips. She found a good route with no puzzles, yet a trapdoor sent her down into a pit filled with foam blocks. The fall likely did not hurt her, but it slows her down immensely.

All of these rapid-fire events, chaotic jump-cuts and funny moments that inable you to fully grasp what the-actual-fuck is happening, become secondary, when the cameraman to your right points out an entrance, which connects the labyrinth to your current area. For a second you wonder, why all focus shifts to this quiet, empty spot but then you hear the heavy breaths of someone sprinting at full speed.

Around a final corner, and she bursts onto the scene. Completely nude, of course, yet focused like an athlete, ready to break her personal best. Even as she tries to catch her breath, she still stands confidently, one hand placed at her beautifully shaped hips and the other on her puffed up chest. Bright, blonde hair falls down her back like a golden waterfall but because of her even brighter grin you barely notice it.

“Guess I’m first, huh?” she asks, while stepping in front of you. Her thumb wanders over your chin, then up to your lip, as a deep whisper makes your eyes widen instantly: “You will tell me everything, baby. You have no other choice.”

She crashes her lips bluntly onto yours, pushing out pained ‘hmm’ sounds and useless twists of your bound arms and shoulders. An overwhelming tongue invades your mouth, untamable and fast like a cheetah. From teeth to palate to the insides of your cheeks, it’s all hers in no time. The seal her lips form forces you to breathe through your nose and another invasion happens. Her lavender smell, mixed with sweat, makes your head spin and the tent in your pants tighten.

At the same time her face backs away from yours, her hands back away as well—with the hem of your pants in a secure hold. You two gasp in unison.

“Wow, not bad. Not bad at all. This will be fun for me.”

“W-who are you?”

“I’m Jiwon, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is you telling me the secret—” she wraps her left hand around your girth, and pulls down hard. Again, her delicate right fingers glide along your chin, “—to winning this game.”

Just like her initial kiss, her handjob starts out with the same roughness. Every yank down of her hand is fierce and uncontrolled. Maybe she wants to show you her eagerness and dominance. Or she is rather inexperienced with handling a cock and doesn't know that it is more than just a dildo. Either way, you release groans with more pain than pleasure in them, as a mixture of the aphrodisiac and her hot body keeps you hard. Your lack of enjoyment does not go unnoticed by her:

“Hm? You don’t like it?”

“N-no, not really. It’s too rough, it kinda hurts.”

“R-really? Fuck…”

The tearing at your shaft comes to a halt. Jiwon looks lost. In shame, she avoids your gaze and looks at your throbbing cockhead. You just notice how small her hands look compared to your size. A sudden idea lights up your head. Maybe it will get you out of this awkward dilemma.

“Jiwon…”

“Yes, yes, what is it?” she responds in an unsure voice.

“If you can make me cum before another player arrives, I’ll tell you the secret. Deal?”

Jiwon looks back at the screen. It seems like most of them will definitely still need some time to find their way through this labyrinth. You can see determination fight through an uncertain gaze, while hoping that she does not continue her handjob. A smirk forms on your lips, when she puts her lips onto your tip.

“Deal. I-I hope you like this…”

If your following sounds aren’t evidence enough of your enjoyment, then your reassurance by caressing her blonde hair should be. Jiwon starts to lick your tip, gently, yet surprisingly skilled, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking the first couple of inches. This might be great beginner's luck or a new found talent or just the impeccable sensation of a hot mouth engulfing your most sensitive part.

What would you give to be free of these constraints? To be able to grab her head and plunge in fully, to fuck yourself into it, to make her sore. The feeling of her sweaty hair on your sweatier palms making this the sweatiest you two have probably ever been. Although life has been good to you the last couple of days, this enjoyment is rejected.

Jiwon tries her best to make you forget this tiny imperfection by going deeper. As you gradually disappear in her, you feel her getting more tense, more anxious, more—

She chokes. She shrieks. Basically simultaneously, and backs off completely, small rivers of drool run down the phallic length and pool at your shaven base. Jiwon's eyes are a pool as well, salty tears collect there, but they are not allowed to burst.

"Hey, you! Get off him. I challenge you to a duel!"

From another entrance, opposite of the one Jiwon entered, a woman shouts to your general direction. Her index finger points at the surprised, teary girl in between your legs.

"Who are you?" you ask, as you haven't seen her on any of the screens. But then you remember: before Jiwon arrived, you had only paid attention to four other girls. As this is a game of three versus three, one must be missing. And it's this absolute beauty.

"My name is Yoohyeon, sweety. Excuse me, but I have to do something first."

She approaches Jiwon, who tries to cover her private parts while looking like an absolute mess. Yoohyeon stretches out a hand and a sudden, booming robotic voice announces the scene to the audience:

"Yoohyeon of Team Dreamcatcher has challenged Jiwon of Team Everglow. You will play rock-paper-scissors. Please start in 3… 2… 1…"

One of them smirks, the other frowns. Without hesitation, two fingers form scissors. With too much hesitation, a hand forms a fist. The robotic voice announces the winner:

“Yoohyeon of Team Dreamcatcher wins, as Jiwon of Team Everglow was not fast enough. Jiwon, please back off for five minutes.”

“Yeah, you better do,” Yoohyeon playfully says, while locking eyes with you, “because it’s my turn now. I will get the secret out of this handsome man here.”

You gasp when Yoohyeon straddles your lap. The chaotic, absurd, hilarious situation made you almost forget to inspect her body, and now that it is this close, you can’t help but to be in awe. No man deserves to be this lucky, to see abs this toned, to feel skin this smooth and to hear a voice this sultry.

“I will make you feel so good, baby. I am all yours. If you tell me the secret, I’ll get rid of these stupid shakles and let you touch every inch of my body.”

“Tempting, really. But I need some proof that you are any good.”

Yoohyeon smiles and kisses your cheek. No more words are needed as she skillfully lines her pussy up with your dick. Wet, hot folds rub along your tip for a second and make you forget that there is another girl close by, who had your cock in her mouth less than a minute ago. The absurdeties of pornography, and you are right in the middle of it all.

A deep, gorgeous moan right next to your ear by this gorgeous woman tells the viewer that you penetrate her. At first it’s only parts of your cock, but after a small adjustment, Yoohyeon is able to take your entire length and have it seated in her slick cavern. At this moment you do not need any libido increasing serum, as a look into her slowly melting face is stimulating beyond all need.

“If… fuck, so tight… if I can cum in this god-like pussy, I’ll tell you the secret—”

“Yes! Fuck me, fill me up! Shove your seed in me with your huge cock!”

“But… if you cum before I do, you lose and I will never tell you the secret. Deal?”

Yoohyeon eyes you in shock. She looks stunning, with her contemplative gaze and rosy cheeks and blonde, messy hair—quite similar to Jiwon’s actually. Unlike during the game of rock-paper-scissors, she hesitates to answer. To your surprise, she suddenly starts to rock her hips back and forth to stimulate your cock, while still contemplating her decision.

Groan at the excellent way she tries to trick you, before proving that you are not naive:

“I know what you are trying to pull, so it won’t work. Deal or no Deal?”

“Ugh, fine,“ Yoohyeon whines. A quick lick from your throat to your jaw, then as she reaches your lips she moans: “Deal. I’ll milk you dry.”

And milking, she does. Furious movements up and down, like she is your hand giving you satisfaction in your bed at midnight, as you watch the greatest porn that any person ever had the joy to watch. This comparison fails massively, as Yoohyeon’s cunt is a million times better than any hand ever could be. It’s also probably still in the early evening and you are not watching porn. No, you are producing it.

However many men will watch this clip, they will never experience how fucking tight Yoohyeon is and how fast she fucks herself onto you, desperate for your release so she can win this game. The slapping sound is like the rhythmic beat for a song, and her moans are the vocals that are not allowed to reach their high-note, although it feels inevitable. This song definitely has a high-note.

“I bet you like this pussy, baby. Am I not the tightest you ever had?”

“Hm. And I bet I’m the biggest you ever had.”

Do the only useful move you can on this chair: buckle up your hips. Your crotch meets her ass wonderfully, making the loudest clap sound yet, and Yoohyeon’s hiss is amplified by her fingers digging into your nape. She certainly is closer to the peak than you. Her song runs at 1.5 times the speed, so she slows down the movement of her hips.

A lip bite to muffle her moans before she engages in a wild makeout session with you. But even her skilled tongue swirling inside your mouth and overwhelming your own does not make you cum faster than her. The feeling of her walls squeezing harder and weter tell the truth she is not ready to admit.

Luckily for her, a high-pitched giggle interrupts her:

“Wow, Yoohyeon! You didn’t even wait for me! Are you that horny?”

Take a second to regain your focus. Only now you recognize the approaching, nude figure: it’s the small woman with the big thighs and speedy legs. Apparently she is in the same team as Yoohyeon, who has completely stopped riding you and tries to catch her breath.

“S-sua-unnie… you took so long… I—”

“I think you are just very needy~” Sua says, pressing her breasts against Yoohyeon’s back, while wrapping one arm around her waist. The taller blonde squirms at the touch.

“I-I, I’m just needy, needy to win.”

“Yeah, of course, “ Sua moans sarcastically, while rubbing down to Yoohyeon’s thighs, teasing the thoroughly fucked entrance, and collecting samples of the fresh nectar.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you jokingly address the new player, “If she cums before me, you might lose this game.”

The small Sua looks over her teammates shoulder and into your smirking face. Unimpressed by your threat, she inserts her juice covered fingers into your mouth. The unexpected taste makes you lick the digits without giving it a second thought. In an instant, Sua shifts from playful and easy going to dominant and controlling.

“When it comes to sex, I have never lost a game. Believe me, boy, I can make you cum easily. And with these around your wrist,” she points at the constraints that hold you to the chair, “you won’t be able to resist me.”

A chill runs down your spine, while Sua trails down Yoohyeon’s spine and gets on her knees. The base of your cock is right at her mouth and the palm of her tiny hand cups your balls gently, yet threateningly. It would be unwise of her to do something painful to you—but you never know.

Sloppy licks on your already glistening cock, then pokes on Yoohyeon’s ass; seems like Sua wants her to continue. The double attack might have them at an advantage, but Yoohyeon still looks dangerously close. Not that it was a concern for you: it’s all pleasure for you, it’s all show for the consumer. The five or so cameras on you fade into the background, only the newly bouncing girl on your cock is in your focus.

Sua’s interruption moved back your two climaxes. Temporarily. Yoohyeon goes back to full speed. Every muscle, from the tip of her toes to those in her gorgeous face fights to make this stimulating yet unstimulating. An odd paradox which Sua has to pay no mind to.

The older, small woman puts all her experience, and it seems to be quite a lot of experience, into her tongue and hand action in between your spread legs. From your point of view it is hard to see, yet easy to feel how every square centimeter of your hardness Yoohyeon’s clamping pussy doesn’t reach gets coated in saliva.

The advantage has shifted; at this pace you might lose. Your calls for unfairness would reach no ear. Who would listen to someone whining that two women try their best to make you burst inside one of them? A man has got to help himself, with the only part he can move; his head.

Yoohyeon adjusts for a moment. In this slight time frame, you take one of her solid nipples into your mouth and suck vigorously, like you want to make her lactate by pure willpower. Your tongue flicks the nub like a light switch, and Yoohyeon’s eyes begin to flicker.

Screams are stuck in her throat. Victory is yours for sure. The girl has stopped moving, her sweaty thighs rest on yours, her shaven pussy leaks, her swollen chest heaves. There is nothing she can do, except get up and stumble backwards. Away from your mast, away from your mouth, away from—

Into the arms of an opponent.

“Do you mind me helping you?” a sweet voice asks.

“Wha—AH!”

Yoohyeon’s orbs widen to their maximum extent, while two fingers extend themselves into her dripping cunt and a thumb rubs her clit. She probably thought she had escaped, but a gorgeous, barely flushed brunette from the opposing team has caught her. With no mercy, she finishes the blonde girl.

A powerful burst of squirt shoots out of Yoohyeon’s pussy. Her knees buckle, hips tremble as she sinks to the ground. Is she feeling pleasure, or the dread of defeat? Did she see her irresistibly sexy killer, or is her mind blank? Wait, is touching an opponent even allowed?

As long as the consumer likes it, who cares. The scene was absolutely perfect.

“That was easier than I thought. Can’t complain. Hey, you!” she points to a stunned Sua in between your legs, yet you still react to the call.

“Huh?”

“No, not you. I will take care of your, my God, absolute monster in a second. First off, I challenge this small, yet kinda hot slut to a duel.”

“What the fuck? How dare you call me a slut!”

Sua jumps up. Fury in her eyes, and you are glad her hands shape into a fist away from your rod. The same fist is ready to fight; in a game of rock-paper-scissors that is. A staredown starts as the robotic voice announces the duel:

“Sihyeon of Team Everglow has challenged Sua of Team Dreamcatcher to a duel. You will play rock-paper-scissors. Please start in 3… 2… 1…”

Swiftly, Sua shakes her balled up hand to reveal her pick: it’s rock.

Sihyeon smiles calmly. Her gentle fingers, a little of Yoohyeon’s juice still stuck on them, are stretched out to form her pick: paper.

“Sihyeon of Team Everglow wins. Sua, please back off for five minutes.”

“That’s bullshit! So fucking unfair…”

Sua looks like she is about to throw a tantrum, but the calm beauty in front of her makes her shut up—by sealing her lips with her own. And all of a sudden, a potential fight escalates to a make out session, which Sihyeon uses to get past Sua by spinning her around.

Firm, slappable ass cheeks wrap around your cock as the kiss ends and Sua is left pouting in silence. With sluggish bends, Sihyeon jerks off your dick with nothing but her large, round peach. Needless to say that it is not on the level of Yoohyeon’s pussy, but an impressed groan still leaves your lips.

Sihyeon gives you a sexy gaze above her shoulder, while brushing away her long, dark brown hair.

“Hey. I bet you like how your big cock looks at my ass. Imagine it inside me. My pussy wrapping around it~”

“Not bad, not bad,” you say, putting on a facade of toughness, “How about you show me what you got? Spin around for me.”

Sihyeon does so willingly, her now signature smile still on her lips. As she slowly spins around, her hands travel along her perfect curves, wide hips, sizable breasts and to her heat. Seductively, her fingers pass through the well-trimmed above her slit, until she touches her swollen clit. She mewls and giggles softly at her own touch. With this show, her entire being, face to thighs, has embedded itself in your mind forever.

“You like what you see? Does the hair bother you?”

“Not at all. You look excellent. Already very excited, huh?”

“Well,” Sihyeon looks around the room, to Yoohyeon, to Sua, and to Jiwon, who starts to approach her with determined steps and swaying hips, “seeing so many naked bodies and such a big girth does things to me~”

“I see,” you whisper with a smirk, “then how about a deal for you to get that precious information out of—”

To your visible surprise, Sihyeon presses her index on your talkative lips and gets into the same position as Yoohyeon before her. Your cock rests at her folds, but not for long. While gliding down on it, she says with remarkable composure:

“No deal. I’m only here to pleasure you.”

And that is exactly what she does. Sensually, with all her passion and without raising her hip. She just twists and twirls them, her warm walls grind mind numbingly on your mast, you can’t help but throw your head back. Like a tornado of changing pressure, Sihyeon swirls her hips. She starts to lean forward, pressing her breasts into your chest. Oh, what would you give for the shirt to be—

Open.

It’s open.

A couple of buttons don’t survive the sudden tear of Jiwon at the expensive fabric. Fresh air has no time to hit your chest, because Sihyeon immediately presses hers onto it. It’s hot.

How did you miss Jiwon though? She did walk over, but even when you threw your head back, you did not see her adorable, highly concentrated, almost stern looking face. Sihyeon’s pussy is at fault. Its grip is just too good, too mesmerizing, your vision must have blurred or gone white.

“I-is Sihyeon g-good, Mister?”

The response you give the unsure blonde is nothing but irregular hums of enjoyment. She seems to get the message though.

“I’m… I’m sorry that I w-was so bad… before.”

“Don’t—fuck—sweat it. Train, train a little more, ‘kay?”

“How about,” Sihyeon rises from your chest, her lower body still in full motion to stimulate your cock, “you use that tongue right now?”

And with that, she uses her left palm to press Jiwon’s face onto hers and engages into an explosive attack of her tongue.

In awe you watch from below as these beautiful women make out. Their eyes are closed, moans suppressed and saliva spills from their mouths, especially Jiwon's. The porbographic clichee is blatently obvious and it would bother you if it weren't so fucking hot.

Sihyeon seems to get the most enjoyment out of this as her nipples grow more erect each second Jiwon gets more into the kiss. Her hands dig into the blonde strands of her friend and it's like she holds on for dear life.

You're about to unload. A tight pussy became even tighter, sexy faces became even sexier, and feral moans became even more feral. An animalistic showing for the viewer—and Sihyeon brings it to perfection.

A sudden, not-before-done slam of her hips onto your cock makes her cum nanoseconds before you. With a freed mouth she screams and easily overwhelms your satisfied howl, understandable, no, necessary, as you pump her full of your seed.

The fulfillment of a carnal desire is apparently enough to make you oblivious to the fact that millions of people can watch your dick fill a stranger's pussy with whiteness. Whiteness that slowly runs out of her in tiny blobs as she falls to the side and into Jiwon's arms. They both sink to the floor, a satisfied girl and a needy girl.

"I-I want ne-next, Mist—"

"Uhm, no!" Sua shouts and storms towards them,"I'll challenge you to a duel, so you can fuck off and have me have a piece of that!"

"Not if I challenge you first," a completely new voice remarks cheekishly.

"Small one, I think you have to go through me first. I challenge you too!" Another new voice from the same direction.

Moments ago, you gave the most glorious creampie of all time. Now, you find yourself in a shouting match between one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—no, it's only six girls, partially known, partially unknown to you.

Before the situation can escalate further, if multiple confusing rounds of rock-paper-scissors can even be called an escalation, the robotic voice interrupts everyone sharply.

"Attention, attention! Every contestant has arrived at the center of the arena, which is why the rules will be changed. There will be no more duels. The only way to stop an opponent is by stimulating their erogenous zones. Also: Gahyeon of Team Dreamcatcher and Aisha of Team Everglow both get a toy of their choice as they have solved the most puzzles. Please move to the backstage area to receive it."

Everyone is slow to react after the excessive downpour of information. Everyone, except Sua, who takes the opportunity to immediately jump on the free seat that is your lap.

"Fuck, finally you're mine, boy! Tell me: what can I do to make you tell me the secret? Do you want to cum in my pussy too? I bet I'm tighter than that bitch over there."

Sua gives Sihyeon an amused and disgusted look, while reaching for your re-hardening shaft. Her soft hand give slow strokes and you grow and grow as her words get dirtier and dirtier:

"Or I can put your huge dick between my thighs and jerk it off. Did you notice them? I bet you never felt how that soft skin makes you cum."

You wince a little and stare down at the two pieces of pale smoothness that keep Sua upright. They are fucking marvelous, yet…

"Or should I get on my knees again and use my wet tongue to coat your entire cock, before I deepthroat that massive thi—"

"Yes, fuck! Just fucking do it already!"

Those words came out a lot more desperate than they needed to. Maybe they were even unprofessional for a porn actor, but Sua does not seem to mind it in the slightest:

"Oh, needy boy. I will suck you dry. Watch me."

Sua gets out of your sight and down on her knees, like she described. Then she releases her tongue, wrapping and swirling it around your juice covered cock, like she described. Finally, she aligns the base with her throat and glides the entire length down her throat until a violent gag disrupts her. With more time, she would have described this process as well.

Perhaps the serum can keep you hard for hours with no end. But how long can your mind handle this? You feel light headed by the head of Sua, wishing for nothing more than to grab her black hair and fuck her head until your head explodes. Dazed words gasp out of your mouth, again desperate:

"S-Sua, please, fuck; open these shakles, pl-please!"

Sua's slightly sore sounds spell splendid stories:

"Only, only, if you fuck my face like I'm a worthless slut, and drown my in your cum."

"Of course, yes, always!"

She smiles, and while still licking up and down your cock, she opens the knots holding you down. As the ropes loosen and fall to the ground, Sua devours you again, forcing not only gags, but also streams of tears from her eyes this time.

You never imagined seeing tears of joy mixed with mascara on a woman's face. Time to make more. A lot more.

Your hands run, without thought or guidance, by pure instinct alone, over her messy, stained, soft cheeks and up to her hair. You bundle it to two makeshift pony tails and stand up from the chair. A final look in her eyes; they could not beg better.

Fuck her face onto you, fuck yourself onto her face. Find a rhythm where you reach deep down into her, make her choke, make her flail, before pulling out. Repeat, forever. Make her feel your heat, feel her heat the same.

Your eyes close instinctively and for the first time since Sua said her final words; your ears pick up sounds from your surroundings again. You hear curses, slurps, slaps, screams, and a fuckton of moans, trumping everything like a choir of lust.

There is definitely a lot more happening around you. Maybe you are not even the focus of the camera currently. Either way, opening your eyes will definitely reveal a breathtaking scenery of wild, uncontrolled girl-on-girl action that you can't miss.

But you still have a promise to fulfill. You focus only on Sua. Her eyelids flutter like crazy and she starts to grab your thighs tightly for support. She is starting to look like you fucker her silly. Every new gag sounds like hardcore violence, so you lower the pacing and give her jaw some rests. It does not decrease your pleasure: her throat is hot and tight just as before.

A bold thought overtakes your clouded mind. It alone is so strong that it pushes you inches before orgasm. Acting on it could make for a great scene, a pornographic spectacle, although you're not sure if Sua likes it.

"Ah, fuck it."

You stare deeply into her eyes, while pulling her silky black hair towards your crotch. Sua probably expects a final, heavy thrust before you feed her your seed, but before that, you spit in her face. A final degradation on a thoroughly ruined woman—and now she jokes on your cum.

The first spurts land deep in the back of her throat, the second wave in her mouth, and the finale is on her face and tits, which you have not given any attention. A fucking waste, but whatever. At least they are glazed with your load now.

You should collapse on the floor like Sua does, speechless, spent, sexually satisfied. But the serum from before keeps you hard and with your eyes now unoccupied, you search for your next prey. Comparable to a feral lion, you walk to the first couple you see:

In a mating press: Yoohyeon. The one pressing her: the exceptionally tall girl who was the last to enter the area. The pressing instrument: a huge, purple strap-on.

"Yoorim-mommy, faster! G-give me your cock!"

Yoohyeon's repeated screams get interrupted by Yoorim forcing one of her breasts into her mouth. Yoohyeon doesn't hesitate, and immediately sucks all over it, while gently cupping the other.

"Look, baby, who is here? I think Daddy wants to fuck you too, hm?" Yoorim asks, looking over her shoulder towards you. She winks and mouths a singular word, while still jolting her hips and pleasuring Yoohyeon with the fake-dick.

Ass.

Does it make sense that these two opponents of different Teams now act out such a kinky and random scene? No.

Does anyone really care? Director, cameraman, actresses, actor, viewer? No.

Does Yoorim reach backwards to spread Yoohyeon's tasty looking, surprisingly big ass cheeks? Yes.

It takes the blink of an eye, and you bury half of your throbbing cock into Yoohyeon's rectum. A booming yelp is forced out of the blonde girl, who now has to deal with two people thrusting in and out of her tight holes.

Yoorim moans satisfied. She picks up the pace and you contemplate keeping up with her but then realize that the current feeling is more than enough for your thoroughly used phallus.

You feel Yoohyeon squeeze down naturally and you feel Yoorim's thrusts throw the thin inside walls. You feel their asses and legs on your digits as you run them all over it. Last but not least, you ears feel each of their unreasonable, feral, mindless words of sexual bliss:

"Daddy, Mommy, you are so big! Please fuck baby!"

"Baby, you are so tight! If you scream louder, you deserve Daddy's load."

"Yes! Daddy, give me your load! Breed my ass, Daddy!"

"Such a dumb Baby. Mommy needs to punish you."

A loud clap. Not the applause of the audience, but Yoorim's hand meeting Yoohyeon's ass with a singular strike. Then another, a third one.

At this point you have to grit your teeth to not join the cacophony of moans. As your third orgasm approaches, you finally penetrate Yoohyeon fully. The depths you reach make her quiver and shout in ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, Mommy! Daddy, please! Cum too!"

Spread her cheeks, pound her with Yoorim's rhythm and unload an unholy amount in her godly ass. You rest your base at Yoohyeon's puckered hole and watch girl-cum stream out of her pussy when Yoorim removes the strap-on from it.

"Is it deep, baby? Is that a good cock?"

"Y-yes. Th-thank you, Daddy."

Yoohyeon mewls cutely, when you pull your solid shaft out of her. The gaping hole doesn't even leak white; it's too deep inside her. Heavy breaths from each of you to recollect yourselves.

"That serum is insane. You're still hard as a rock," Yoorim whispers in awe, while staring back over her shoulder. This position prevents you from seeing her entire face, so with no warning issued, you grab her wrist and spin her around.

"You like looking back over your shoulder?" you ask jokingly, trying to ignore the pulsing of your rigid manhood.

"Yeah, I do. What about it?"

"I couldn't see your face. You look hella pretty. It's a shame to hide it."

Yoorim laughs while she wraps her hands around your nape: "Are you flirting with me? No need for flattery, you're here to fuck me anyways."

You quickly press a kiss on her lips. She actually starts to blush a little and avoids your gaze, until you groan into her ear:

"I'll fuck you in the ass, doggy. Don't forget to look back, pretty."

The two of you act synchronized like olympic team swimmers and your dick is parting her tiny back entrance. She hisses in pain. You stop your advances and wait for her to do her signature look back. Doey orbs and pouty lips greet you:

"Let me, let me adjust. It's been long, you know."

"If Yoohyeon was still paying attention, she'd be disappointed in her Mommy," you say in a deep, soothing voice while kissing down her wonderful, long back. "Be a good Mommy and relax for Daddy, okay?"

Yoorim nods and sighs. Deep breath. Deep breath. You're able to enter her, gradually, with all the care in the world. Yoohyeon in comparison must be an anal freak, but the difference doesn't matter. Some viewers will enjoy the change of pace and the slow and sensual stuff.

"Hm, damn."

"Does it hurt?"

"Fuck, yes. But at the same time, it feels weirdly good. Can you pull my hair a little?"

"Uhm, sure. Tell me, if I'm too hard, fast, whatever."

Another peek of Yoorim. It feels almost iconic now.

"Give them a show, Daddy."

That is what you are here for: to make a show out of fondling her hair and getting a hold of it. To make a show out of stroking her hips and jamming them down on it. To make a show out of forcing her to squeal and tremble under the might of your cock.

Her rectum is the show for you. It wrings, squeezes, and imprints itself on you, from tip to base. It overwhelms your senses, thrust after thrust, as you widen the entrance. She will remember you forever.

Pull harder to mess up the strands at her back even more. Take a handful of her butt and knead it like the perfect dough it is. Yoorim is a full package, a great experience, a 10/10 ride in a wild amusement park. Sadly, those rides are always short.

"I'm close, Yoorim. Where do you want Daddy's load?"

"Inside. Paint Mommy's asshole white, Daddy. Mark me for today."

A couple of jolts later, and you release it. A squirm of joy shoots through Yoorim, her body flies upwards, then it comes gliding down. Her body lost all of its tension, and when you slowly drag out of her red hole, she falls to the side. Closed eyes, a smile on her face.

"Did you even cum?"

"No," she shakes her head, long legs resting atop each other, long torso expanding with each exasperated breath. "It doesn't matter though. I had fun."

A flurry of taps on your nape pulls you out of this somewhat wonderful moment too soon. Work is calling, and you still need to get used to it. There will be another naked woman behind you, and you will have sex with her.

Damn, you couldn't even ask why Yoorim picked a strap-on. At least you can ask the final player why she chose the toy she chose. What will it be?

You get up, then spin around. In front of you is the girl with the big pouty lips, Gahyeon of Team Dreamcatcher. Short, dark brown hair, feisty looking, although she tries to make it look sinister, vicious, controlling.

"You're Gahyeon? Sorry, if you're trying to look threatening; it's not really working. The only 'scary' thing about you is that thing in your hand."

Gahyeon raises the object up to your face: a dog's collar with a metal chain attached to it. Whatever her small rattle with it is supposed to indicate to you, you object to her and push it back down.

"Not interested."

"Damn. Well, I'll get my satisfaction elsewhere then. Anyways," Gahyeon turns her head to look through the room, still talking to you,"I think you haven't told anyone the secret yet."

"Oh fuck. I kinda forgot."

"Idiot. Is it too late already?"

"Actually, no. But to level the playing field for the finale we need to find Jiwon."

"Jiwon? Who is that and why do we need her?"

You grin and carefully move over to where Jiwon sits, at the edge of the one and only chair in this room. Gahyeon follows, annoyance written all over her face.

"M-mister," Jiwon stands up when she sees you,"please tell me: W-what can I do to win us the game?"

"Glad you ask. I was just about to tell you. Listen closely:" You should feel stupid or awkward for standing naked and erect between two very attractive strangers, nude and aroused as well, while telling them how to fuck you. But all awkwardness is rendered obsolete by pure, unquenched horniness.

"The secret to winning is that each Team has to have the three holes, ass, pussy, mouth filled. But only one member is eligible for one hole. Now you just have to find out which of your holes has to be filled."

Sounds about right, you tell yourself. The two beauties still haven't found the answer, so you take your time to inspect their bodies thoroughly:

They are both about the same height. Gahyeon stands proud, her remarkable breasts and well-groomed pussy on full display. You assume she hides her focus beneath a cool layer of boredom, emphasized by her unimpressed features and chain rattling.

Jiwon on the other hand looks a lot less collected and more ashamed. Her posture is timid, her arms hide her bosom, which is smaller than Gahyeon's, and the way her legs entangle, her shaven pussy is barely visible. You assume that when you criticized her handjob skills and she (literally) choked at her blowjob, her confident facade fell apart.

Suddenly, an equally terrified and excited Jiwon falls to her knees and crawls towards you. Pressing her cheek on your cock, she whisper cutely:

"You, you need to cum in my mouth, Mister. S-so please, fill my face."

Her plea is hot and without a doubt tempting, but what really catches your aroused attention is Gahyeon, when she grabs Jiwon's throat to put the collar on it.

"Hey! What—"

"Shut up, bitch! Stay on your fucking knees, like the bitch dog you are! You don't deserve that dick."

Gahyeon's intimidation works on at least one person, likely the only one in this room. Jiwoo whines in terror. She looks to you for help, some sort of salvation, but it's nowhere to be found.

At this moment, you have to let the show just be show. Your paycheck is the same, no matter if Team Everglow or Team Dreamcatcher wins. For her it's the same. In conclusion, this can only be about her pride.

Gahyeon's demanding, aggressive voice attacks Jiwon again:

"Your words, your voice, your attitude is pathetic. How dare you bitch think that stuttering and a tiny plea is enough! I only need a couple of words, a single phrase, and every man would fuck my pussy, while groaning my name and filling me up. You are so useless!"

With wide open eyes and amused by the entertainment, you sit down on the chair. It feels a lot more like a throne now. You are the king who has the power to decide who wins. A magnificent turn of events.

"S-sorry, I… I want to—" Jiwon gets interrupted by a hard pull on the collar. Gahyeon restricts her air flow, before slamming her upper body down to the floor.

"Did I tell you to speak, bitch? Are you that stupid? My God, you're lucky I don't care that much about winning or else I would end the game right now."

Gahyeon bends down to a teary eyed Jiwon, ready to start crying and apologizing. Two fingers at her chin raise her up, and like a literal dog on a chain, Jiwon gets guided towards you. More precisely: to your rigid cock.

"Not a lot of bitches get a second chance. Now, bitch, do better! Beg for it."

Jiwon hesitates. For some reason, she accidentally starts to cross eye your length and stutters heavier than before:

"G-give me your, your co-cock, Mister, please, I n-need it…"

A yank at her collar and the reoccuring lack of air makes Jiwon burst. Streams of tears run down her otherwise flawless rosy cheeks. You watch closely as Gahyeon stares at Jiwon in anger and hate, but the more salty rivers cross her face, the more lustful Gahyeon's gaze appears.

With her digits, she quickly rubs Jiwon's cheeks and collects a couple of droplets. She makes a whole celebration watching the usually unspectacular water, before licking the droplets off of her fingers.

"Hm, fuck yeah. Take your final chance, whiny slut, before I fuck him and make you eat my ass. Go go!"

Jiwon trips the short way back to you, and almost lands on either of her sides. Crawling has to be painful by now, her knees sore and legs contorted. Maybe it's a partial reason why she still cries at your feet:

"Please, I need, fuck. Use me, fuck, face, my face—please, fuck…"

Gahyeon doesn't even need to pull at her chain; Jiwon breaks down on her own and just cries at your feet. Triumphantly, her rival, her tormentor, walks over, hips sexily swaying side to side. She sits down on your lap like Yoohyeon and Sihyeon did before her.

"I had two girls like that already," you complain jokingly.

"But if I sit down the other way, she can't eat my ass," Gahyeon replies the same, while adjusting to the just "rejected" position.

As she aligns her pink entrance with your cockhead, you fondle her tits. Their softness is even more impeccable than you assumed. What a waste that you ignored most of the other bosoms but who are you to complain. After all, yet another girl starts to bounce on your rigid member.

"Fuck, that is huge. You fill me up so well."

"Fuck, that is hot. You are a volcano inside."

From the corner of your eyes you see a distressed cameraman flailing his arms. They want to wrap up things quickly. A good reason to fuck Gahyeon faster and getting a hold of her amazing waist-hip-thigh ratio. Although she could provide even more pleasure than just being a well-formed fleshlight.

"So you can make me feral with just a couple of words? Get me in heat then!"

"I'm your cocksleeve, your cockslave! Defile me, breed me, own me, Master!"

That switch in her tone, facial expression and of course, choice of words, give you a glimpse of what animalistic heat must feel like. No reason, no rhythm, no control, as your dick disappears in her pussy, kisses her womb, and appears, covered in slick.

Sadly, there is no time to suck on her tits, salivate over her thighs, or spank her buttocks. Make up for it by sucking on her neck and collarbone, to make her scream in pleasure. It would be a shame if she didn't—

"Ah, I'm cumming!"

Good thing that she is a porn actress and knows how to perfectly announce her climax, although the following abundance of squirt makes it very obvious. It splashes and streams everywhere, you feel it on your skin and you see it land on a completely broken Jiwon.

Wrap your arms around Gahyeon's waist and press her down on your cock. Pulsating insides, a pulsating rod. In pulses, ropes of your final load paint her inside the color of her milky skin.

"Shit, that was good. Hey! Don't forget to breathe, newbie! You did it."

Gahyeon's words fall on unconscious ears. A final flicker, then your orbs shut down like the rest of your body. What will your dazed mind dream of? Nude, sweaty bodies? Warm, tight holes? Or the absurd, undeserved luck?

"Team Dreamcatcher wins!"

"The shooting is ov—"

Night has fallen onto the city. In a parking lot is still commotion, as two people still engage in conversation next to a black Mercedes:

"Hey…"

"Oh, hi Jiwon. You still here?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask you something…"

"Uhm, sure. What is it?"

"About the shooting… I…"

"Hey, I'm sorry if that was too hard on you. We should have—"

"No! That's not it. Please just—"

She opens her overcoat, revealing the bare body you are already familiar with to you.

"—show me how to become a good cockslave for you, Master. Use me!"

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