#or THAT or fucking unlocking my phone when I want to open the damn camera. which - GUESS - is ON THE BOTTOM RIGHT OF THE LOCKED SCREEN
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Umumumum a sex tape eddie fic would make me feel some type of way 😌
❥ a/n: Umumumum I'm a whore mwah. I DON'T CARE imma live my truth.
❥ TW: 18+ Smut! Modern!Eddie basically. Kinda cnc? (cuz reader doesn't explicitly agrees to be recorded so yeah), dirty talk, sex, and cum and sex and that stuff. Not proofread AS USUAL. Hehe
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“That’s it— good fucking girl” Eddie groans as you lower yourself on his hard cock, reverse cowgirl style. “Squeezing me so damn tight— shit” His left-hand grips your waist with bruising force, and his right-hand searches through his messy bed, smirking when he gets a hold of your phone. “Go on, bounce on this cock, slut”
You nod almost too quickly for your own liking and despite the stretch that aches in your tight pussy, you start moving your hips up and down. The dragging of his thick, hard cock inside you has your eyes rolling to the back of your hand, the red led lights of his bedroom bathe your body in the sexiest way— Eddie is in heaven. He slaps your ass, groping it and squeezing the flesh meanly. He lets you bounce on top of him as your hot moans fill his bedroom, his shaky hand struggles to open the camera on your phone. He makes sure to turn on the flash, before snapping his hips upwards, meeting you halfway down.
The action, paired with the sudden flash that shines behind you breaks your gasp into a loud moan. Eddie begins to thrust upwards, fucking you without mercy. The camera shakes with every thrust and he’s 100% sure the video will be blurry as fuck, but he doesn’t care.
“Eddie!” You whine, looking over your shoulder just to find your boyfriend holding up your phone, recording directly the way his cock slides in and out of your warm cunt, coated with your wetness. He looks like he is in a trance. “What a—are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing, sweets?” He asks as if you were dumb. He scoffs, pretending to be annoyed, and slaps your ass again making you yelp. “I’m recording how I destroy this tight little pussy of yours, of course”
“Let’s let the whole world know you are a fucking whore for this cock” He growls and slaps your thigh. You moan loudly again, clenching around him making him hiss in pleasure. “Fuck, such a slut for pain, I know”
“Perhaps I can send this to all of those fucking guys that try to flirt with you, uh?” He asks, reaching to grab your hair and yank it, forcing you down his dick again. This time he hits an even deeper spot inside you, making you almost scream his name. “Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it—”
“Or maybe I’ll even send it to Harrington, I saw him very friendly to you that day, w—when you were wearing that mini skirt” He growls, the memory of how he caught Steve eyeing your legs and thighs adding fuel to his urge to fuck you silly.
“Eddie!” You scream his name when he slaps your ass even fucking harder than before, the burning sensation becoming almost unbearable. “Please, please, don’t—, I—I can’t” You don’t even know what you are begging for.
For him to stop? For him to not record you? For him to let you cum? Your mind was foggy with pleasure and humiliation.
You briefly pictured Steve unlocking his phone, just to be greeted by this sight.
The image itself made you moan again, your pussy squeezing Eddie’s cock.
“That’s it, I know what you are thinking, bitch” Eddie spits, leaving your poor ass for a minute. “I bet you want that uh? I bet you want the whole world to know how much of a disgusting whore you are, so hungry for cock”
All you can do is nod, perhaps he is right.
“I know you do, princess” He coos at you, feeling his climax approaching faster than usual. He makes sure to angle the camera just right for the moment his swollen balls empty inside your pussy.
“Cum i—inside me, please” You manage to request with a hoarse voice, between moans and Eddie just can’t believe he just got that on camera.
He doesn’t have to be told twice.
He fucks you harder, the bed creaking dangerously under your combined weight. He moans weakly as he buries himself deep inside you one last time, his cock twitching over and over as he fills you up with his cum. The sensation’s simply magical, something you could never get tired of. He records it all, the way his balls tighten and how it slides out of your pussy when he pulls out and his softening dick rests on his thigh. He also records how his hand reaches down, circling your abused hole just to push his seed back inside with an obscene, wet squelch.
You move slowly to lie down next to him, but he stops you midway with a hand on your back.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” He asks breathlessly. “You haven’t cum yet. You are gonna sit on my face and record me eating your pussy leaking with my cum until you squirt all over my face” You moan at his explicit words, feeling your stomach (and pussy) fluttering. “And if you miss a single second of it, I’m gonna record you sucking my cock until you pass out and post it on twitter”
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asdfgjsrieufhkeksjd, imma go to bed mwah.
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Unexpected 46
Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
‘You look good’.
The doctor’s words echo in your head. You stare at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what she saw. You don’t look good, you are repulsive. You pull your shirt down over the stretch marks and fix your sweat pants, hiding the rigid scar. No infection, no internal issues. That’s probably what she meant.
You hear the dull buzz of your phone. As you pass the bassinet, you check inside. The baby’s asleep. It’s been a long day of calming her since your return from your appointment. She received a clean bill of health, a sparkling review from the doctor. She’s growing, eating well, meeting all her milestones. How many can there be, it’s only been six weeks.
The house is quiet. Dottie should be asleep. She hasn’t bothered you at least. You lay down and check your phone. It’s Andy. Shoot, you forgot to text him back after your shower. You tell him as much in your reply.
You lower your phone as you lean against the pillows. Six weeks. The doctor said you’re all clear. You don’t know if you’re ready, even though you want to be. You sigh and breathe out your anxiety. Fuck it. It’s not that deep.
‘Wanna come over?’ You don’t even read Andy’s follow up before you send the message.
Shit. Shit. You see the checkmark, he’s read it but he’s not typing. Fuckkkkkk. You misread. The last week and a half, sneaking around to make out, having the type of fun you forgot back in high school, it was only that. Shallow and fleeting.
You’re really not ready for this. You’re thinking too much. Making it into more than what it is. It’s just fucking. That’s all it’s ever been. Besides, you might not even get that far. You just want the company.
Your phone jitters. You look at it with dread; ‘sure, I still owe you that massage.’
You squeak, quickly smothering it with your hand. What was that? You don’t make those noises. You don’t get giddy. You are a grown woman. A mother.
Damn. That’s right. You’re a mother.
You get up and peer at the bassinet once more. You grab the monitor and carefully wheel the rolling bassinet to the door. You carefully open the door and enter the hall. She’ll be okay in her crib for an hour. You’ll put the camera in with her. She’s tired out from the doctor’s anyway.
You make the transfer, leaving the nursery door open, just in case. You don’t know why you’re so worried. The baby just sleeps all the time. Just a blob.
You go back to your room and find a new message. Andy, he’s already on his way. Oop. You text that you’ll meet him at the back door. You sneak back out and make a cautious descent down the stairs.
He waits for you in the shadows by the doors as you shine the flashlight of your phone at him. You unlock the left one and let him in. He’s in a hoodie and sweats hanging crooked on his hips. You turn off the light and whisper for him to come in, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Can’t go back upstairs. Already made too much noise,” you keep your voice low.
He nods, hands in his pockets, swaying on his feet nervously. You giggle and grab the front of his hoodie. You drag him into the living room and over to the couch. He touches your wrist and stops you.
“Ah, I still owe you,” he insists.
“It’s fine,” you try to dismiss his offer. You just want to see if your body still works, if you can still feel.
“Please, lay down,” he coaxes, “let’s… let’s take it slow. Enjoy it…”
You let him go. Yeah, he’s right. You turn away and stare at the cushions in the dim glow of moonlight that shines through the window. That window where you and Lloyd–
You won’t think of him. You get down on your stomach. Andy lowers himself on the edge of the couch and places a hand on your shoulder.
“You can take your shirt off,” he suggests.
“I’ll keep it on,” you say, trying not to let your embarrassment glean through.
“No problem,” he assures you, trailing his hand down.
He begins to knead your back, leading with his thumbs, finding kinks you never felt before. He works you firmly but gently. Shoulders, sides, hips. He moves up, down, all around. You moan as he loosens the muscles knotted from months, if not years, of strain.
He lets one hand crawl over the back of your sweats. You don’t stop him. He gropes your but, squeezing it until you moan, a signal that he can keep going. He fondles you, humming at the feel of you. It’s flattering even if you’re overly aware of the extra pounds.
His fingers slip down and you part your thighs. He pauses as he hovers over the seam of your pants.
“You good?” He rasps.
“Keep going,” you say a bit harsher than you intend.
He listens, pushing on the seam as he feels around the fabric. He presses it against your cunt, rolling until he finds your clit. He has his hand hooked under you, rocking as pressure gathers around his touch. Your breath hitches and you purr, tilting your hips as you as good as ride his hand.
“It’s good,” you say, “let me…”
You reach down and push down the elastic of your sweatpants. He retracts your hands and guides them down for you. You turn over as you untangle your ankles from the fabric and sit up. You’re too impatient to keep playing around.
“Here,” you bend your legs over the cushion, “sit.”
You pat the couch next to you. He seems reluctant but he sits. You hesitate.
“You don’t… we don’t have to keep going if you don’t want–”
“No, I do,” he insists, “really, I don’t wanna rush you.”
“You’re not.”
You stand up and come in front of him. You reach to tug on the zipper of his hoodie and pull it down, revealing his naked torso beneath. You cluck, “you hurried over?”
“Kinda,” he admits lightly as he leans forward to frame your hips.
He lets one hand fall down, tracing your vee to your slit, flicking his finger up between your folds. You twitch and bend to reach for his pants, gripping him through the fabric. He shudders and slides his finger further along your cunt.
You grasp the elastic of his pants and tug. He lifts his ass, his urgency matching your own as he raises the fabric above his tip and sets his dick free. You climb into his lap, holding yourself on your knees as you take him in your hand. You stroke him, he’s already hard, and feel how he trembles. He’s a man, it’s not you, it’s just sex.
You press a hand to his firm chest, feeling the soft hair there, the hard muscle. He trails a hand up and plays with the hem of your shirt. You keep him from lifting it. It’s dark but you don’t want him to see anything.
You angle him against you, rubbing his tip against your cunt. You curl your fingers as you lower yourself onto him. He gasps, his hand resting on your thigh as you take control, easing down slowly as the friction burns your wall. You grunt at the moment of resistance. You’re not wet enough. You don’t fucking care.
You bring your fingers to your lips and wet them in your mouth. You reach down to play with your clit as you sink to your limit. He feels good. You think. He squeezes your hip and his other hand goes to your chest. Your tits are heavy and sore but you ignore the discomfort.
You roll your clit under your fingertips as you rock in his lap. He squeezes your tit harder as he groans. You feel the plucking, dull but there.
He runs his thumb over your tender nipple and you whine, feeling a trickle as the fabric dampens against you. Fuck. Whatever. Just milk. Like a fucking cow, you can't help but leak.
“Feel okay?” Andy asks as he snakes his hand around to your ass, still pawing at your swollen tits.
“Yeah, fine,” you grab his chin and tilt his head up, muting him with a kiss as you buck, flicking at your clit desperately. You just want to cum, you need to. You need that release.
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¡ purely nonsense , chapter one ♥︎ !
“ ⭒.‧ i don’t even know , im talking nonsense ‧. ⭒ “
prologue — 01 — 02 — more to come 🥥
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !¡ slight sexism in the beginning – that’s all i believe !
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@ — christopher sturniolo and y/n carpenter spark romance rumors after mentions in the ‘cut the cameras’ podcast + carpenters follow back !
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@ sturnconsiderate : i have never shipped harder
@ stang3rr : why can’t she be alone for ONCE 💀
@ sturatiolo : he’s literally a fan like the rest of us 😭
@ randomuhh : dick rider (literally🤢)
@ y/nscupcake : no one move what’s going on😀
@ hat333r : another hollywood slut anyway
@ singl3 : uhh since when do A list celebs interact with D listers 😒
@ y/nsmusical : oh
@ y/nsmusical : damn do i look hot in that pic😮💨
@ user231 : she’s always jumping from relationships wtf
@ ynslovee3 : it’s a fake relationship they’re jus trying to make the triplets ride off of her fame 🤮🤮
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* ⋆ . · ⋆ “chris, chris wake up!” nick banged on his little brothers door, before his hands ran through his fluffy blonde hair and tugged at the strands manically.
chris let out a groan of annoyance from being pulled out of his sweet dream, but still complied. just barely opening the door, nick pushed his way through to stand in the middle of the room and point an accusing finger at him.
“i didn’t do it.” chris immediately defended. nick furrowed his eyebrows at that, “do.. what? no that’s not why i’m– wait what’d you do?” he stood leant on one hip, crossing his arms.
chris strugged, not sure what to say. it was 4:30 pm and he was barely waking up, he hadn’t had a chance to even attempt to do something if he wanted.
matt came rushing in, but he wasn’t being able to catch his own speed and ended up face planting on chris’s mattress.
“what.. the fuck is wrong with both of you?” over time, chris became used to both of his brothers antics, but for both of them to act panicked at the same time was worrisome.
“did–“ matt flipped himself over, laying on his elbows, “–did you see who followed you?” chris held a confused face. no, he didn’t see who followed him, why would he need to? many fangirls would follow him at a time so he never bothered to go through the list.
he shook his head no.
nick did a drumroll motion, patting his thighs as matt began giggling like a mad man. “are you on drugs?” chris accused. he nervously laughed, not sure what was going on.
“possibly..” nick shrugged. “but give me your phone!” he demanded. chris pulled it out from his pocket, he was unsure of the intentions but still passed it over to him.
“wait, i wanna do it!” matt patted his hands against the bed as he whined like a child. nick rolled his eyes, tossing the phone on the bed. matt unlocked his brothers phone from there, opening instagram.
he went to the ‘followers’ tab and typed a couple times before turning the phone to show off what he had only discovered earlier that day.
chris was only more confused, leaning forward to get a better view of the screen. nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he was aware many y/n fan pages followed hi– oh my fucking god.
his eyes widened and his throat suddenly seemed drier than a desert. chris felt like he could barely breathe as his eyes re-read the same text over and over.
at the top of y/n pages, sat his dream girls actual account, a blue check mark confirming it was indeed her.
how the fuck did this happen– when did this happen? chris missed and accidentally ignored many things, but he’d never miss his idol clicking the follow-back button.
if it was some kind of mistake, he was glad it happened to him.
“chris.. you okay?” nick chuckled at his youngest brothers reaction. he couldn’t even nod, it was like time froze only him and he was still wide eyed at the phone.
matt slowly pulled the phone down, but chris quickly snatched it back and brought it to his face. he clicked on the page just to be sure, and to no one’s surprise it was actually you.
“oh my god.” he whispered to no one but himself. chris had been dreaming about the day she’d notice him legitimately since he was eleven and declared to be the guy to never break her heart.
despite y/n being a year older than him, he still felt they would be a great pair. the only problem? well, she were busy with acting and tours and he was just some random kid with a fanpage from boston.
“what do i do?” he looked up, eyes flicking from nick to matt as he waited for an answer. “what can you even do besides have a panic attack and fangirl?” matt joked.
chris glared at him, “this is not a joking matter, matthew.” he seethed out, already protective of this fact.
“i’d say message her ‘hi’, but she probably gets that every single day from guys” nick suggested. chris ran his right hand through his unbrushed hair, “i need a pepsi.” he sighed out.
chris exited the room, with nick and matt following behind in his trail. thoughts were racing as he opened the fridge in search for his favorite drink.
‘was this a sign from the gods above?’
‘oh my god is this soulmate behavior?’
‘damn i should’ve listened to that one folklore song better when nick played it– one single thread of gold.. fuck i don’t know!’
“chris!” matt raised his voice, something he rarely did. the boy quickly turned to his brother, humming out a ‘hm?’ as he closed the fridge with a cold pepsi in his hand.
“were you listening to me?”
“no.” he opened the drink, taking a long sip.
matt just rolled his eyes at him, “i said when her album comes out you can just post a pic on your story with one of the songs. she’s bound to see it.” chris shook his head disapprovingly, “too long to wait, another man could snatch her up during within then.”
nick scoffed, “she’s not a piece of meat, nor actually yours, you know what right?” chris was taken aback by this, and by what nick was trying to say, “i didn’t mean it in that way!”
nick just nodded, for once not wanting to carry on an argument. they stood in silence for a minute before an idea popped up in chris’s head. “what if.. i just message her a ‘hi’? it’d be perfect!” he cheered himself on.
“that.. that was the original plan..” nick cocked his head to the side, “thought we crossed it off th–“
chris shushed him, already pulling out his phone to re-open instagram. his plan was already cut short when the first post was about ‘romance rumors’ between the both of them.
he couldn’t help but be too intrigued by what people could’ve been saying to not open the comment section. many were supportive, saying they’d ship or that the two of them were cute, if it were true. chris felt awfully disgusted as he read through the hateful parts, though.
that’s when he saw it. y/n saw the post, and even commented. she didn’t comment addressing anything big, just a quick ‘i look good’ and left it all to simmer between fans.
chris wouldn’t disagree, she did look rather fantastic in the picture they used. it was next to a pic of him, ‘if only it was real’ he thought.
remembering the original goal, he left the comment section and went to the messaging tab.
he typed her user, and went to their empty conversation. ‘hey’ filled the message bar, taking place right next to the send button.
chris was already second guessing this. maybe the follow back was actually a mistake and later she’d realize and take it back. oh god chris hoped not, not only would that be embarrassing but he’d probably, no definitely, sulk over it for months.
“i can’t do it.” chris shook his head. both his brothers looked at him, highly confused with where the little kid excitement went, “what do you mean you can’t do it?” they said simultaneously.
“i just– i can’t do it.” he repeated. “do you want me to?” matt offered. maybe it was triplet telepathy, or maybe because chris’s breathing was getting too heavy, but he could tell chris was beginning to hyperventilate over this.
he held the phone out for his brother to take, now it was in matt’s grasp. he looked over the message and decided it was too little to be sent out.
matt typed for a moment before clicking send and exited the app. “don’t even look at it, just wait patiently and she’ll see it.” he instructed, handing the phone back to chris.
“i’ve waited nine years, i can wait a couple hours for a response.” chris played his worries off, chugging the rest of his pepsi to calm him.
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a couple hours turned into a week and a half of no reply on y/ns side. it was definitely a bad time to message her, as she spent the week adding finishing touches to the album and couldn’t even think to interact with anyone on any social media platform.
she laid on beige couch in her studio room, humming the sweet tune of the most recent completed song, ‘read your mind’. madison beer, one of her close industry friends, and occasional co-writer was seated on the other side of the room, strumming the shared pink guitar so she could layer the noises all together.
“isn’t this crazy?” she questioned. madison looked over at the blonde, “what’s crazy?” y/n shrugged and picked her manicured nails, “just how fast everythings moving, you know? like yesterday i was an overworked teenager and now i’m releasing a free-willed pop album? crazy!”
“babe,” madison chuckled, “you still are an overworked teenager.” she reminded. y/n rolled her eyes, but held a smile to show she wasn’t actually upset.
“i just mean– like these are such fast times, i can’t even process feelings normally without anyone wanting the inside scoop.”
y/n rested back on the couch before springing up with wide eyes. judging by madison’s expression, it was clear the pop girls were thinking the same thing.
“get on that fucking chair, lemme hook up the mic!” madison swung back around to face the computer. she worked on setting the mic up as y/n excitingly twirled in the seat next to her, thinking of lyric ideas.
they stayed in the same position for almost an hour. y/n sang whatever decent line came to mind as madison re-wrote the lines she thought fit well together.
once the two had a majority of the song down they decided to call it a day, knowing they’d be back to finish it tomorrow.
“oh, he’s cute!” madison commented, slightly leaned over the cars console to see the phonescreen. y/n was back to mindlessly scrolling through tiktok again, except this time accidentally left her phone open to repeat another thirst trap as she zoned out.
“yeah, he’s.. alright.” she partially agreed. the tiktoker was cute, but definitely not close to her type in any means. “you good?” y/n nodded as a response.
her gaze remained on the passing cars in front of her, “should i delete social media?” she questioned aloud. madison’s mouth open and closed, the green light turning red- almost like it was a sign.
“why would you do that?” the brunette turned her head with a puzzled look. y/n switched her gaze back to her phone, “i can’t even follow someone without getting accused of sleeping with them, plus i just.. need a break.”
madison nodded her head, “well, if you need a break then i can’t stop you, your choice.”
her foot stepped on the gas, driving down the road as y/n debated between decisions. she decided on just doing a quick swipe through her message requests for any collaboration offers before just muting the apps instead of getting rid of them.
most of the requests were indeed fans spamming her inbox, some were small businesses asking if they could send over a random item for her to post on her story, but one of them was from her most recent ‘scandal’.
she couldn’t help but to let her cheeks crack up into another smile and just prayed madison wouldn’t look over.
christophersturniolo
heyyy, how’s life goin ??
though the message was more on the simpler side, and the fact y/n wasn’t really expecting chris to have the courage to message, she was glad that he did.
y/n immediately accepted the message, but when she went to reply her mind was blank. all she had to do was say life was good and ask how his was and the conversation would vary from there– but for some reason she couldn’t think of that.
“oh– fuck! i forgot my laptop at the studio” madison cursed, making the quickest U-turn. y/n looked over at the girl, “do we have to go back now?”
“unless you want to potentially forget every single song written ever, yes.”
y/n remained silent, not daring to test upsetting her friend.
she closed out of all apps so she could focus on lightening madison’s mood, not realizing she just accidentally ghosted chris.
— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ dedicated to , and idea created by @freshloveee :)
— ꒰ 💭 ꒱ she was written quicker than expected omg- but i’m literally obsessed with this series and its aesthetic can you blame me ?! madison beer. remember that name btw tehehe
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞
The call for the cavalry would never go unanswered, but it would be remiss of your boyfriend to not tease you a little first.
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✯ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
✯ 700
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✯ Fluff, crack, Bucky is a Menace
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✯ Inspired by this — @vonalyn tagged me and I saved it ages ago, then all of a sudden it came to me.
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჻჻჻ Crackfic (November), Teasing (January)
— Masterlist
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The day started off on a note you would have rather forgone. Numerous texts and calls from your boss were filled with requests that sounded outlandish, and then you learned Bucky had to run to the shop early.
One of the boys — you guessed it was Peter — had made a mistake and double booked a slot. And given Bucky was true to his business model of making sure a customer left happy and content with the services they provided as a garage, he took it upon himself to skip his morning off and work on the car.
For the entirety of his morning off, where he was meant to be at home pestering you to stop working and come back to bed.
You also suspected that Peter would be the laughing stock of the garage, and the target for Bucky’s snark. And you were determined to make sure he wouldn’t be so hard on the young man; for all his enthusiasm and bubbly personality, Peter was a hard worker, and you would hate for his grumpy, brutish boss to scare him off.
So, you ventured to the garage on your extended lunch break with a box of cakes on the passenger seat, happily and calmly making your way, when it all went wrong.
An almighty bang sounded from the rear quarter of your car, and you squeaked in shock. “Shit!”
The steering wheel drifted to the side while a loud, continuous flapping sound could be heard over the harsh, shocked breaths you managed. “What the fuck?”
You pulled off the road and onto the verge, the hazards clicking quietly while you gripped the steering wheel to ground yourself. In for four, out for four, rinse and repeat, you intoned.
A few minutes passed while you collected your thoughts, and you pushed open the driver’s door with a loud creak — only to freeze at what you found littering the crumbling asphalt. Torn and frayed rubber was scattered as far as you could see down the road, and the back of your car angled lower than the front. “Oh, for–”
You stood from the driver’s seat, and left the door wide open while you walked towards where you thought the noise originated from to investigate.
“Aw, damn.” The back tire was blown and shredded to pieces; the once clean chrome of the rim scratched to the high heavens. “Fuck. Fuck,” you spat, crossing your arms. “What in the– Wait.”
The gravel scuffed and rolled under your shoes as you jogged back to the open driver’s door, and you snatched your phone from the centre console. You unlocked your saving grace and pulled up the camera to take a photo — which made it look far worse than it was, you swore.
“Bucky, Bucky,” you mumbled, sharing the photo directly to his messages. “Hurry up.”
A text box appeared after the photo successfully loaded, and your fingers flew over the keyboard to type: my tire is all blown up, can you come get me? Both the image and text were sent with a chime, and you waited for him to reply, and waited, and waited…
Your phone went off with Bucky’s text tone, and you scrambled to open the message.
I want to blow your back out like you did that tire, damn baby.
Disbelief forced your mouth to fall slack, and you couldn’t help the shocked snort of laughter. You could picture him laughing, bowing his head while his hands worked with a rag to wipe the worst of the grease off of them.
“Really? Really, Barnes?” You texted back a snappish: Not the time, come and help me!
The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then reappeared. “The fuck is he– Oh.”
Prince Charming on the way, Honey — it was followed by a selfie. Bucky was grinning widely, his hand within the shot and throwing the camera a thumbs up. In the background, the garage tow truck was visible, and the flatbed was clear of any customer or worker’s car.
Good, hurry up and I’ll reward my Prince.
The only reply you received was a vast array of wind emojis.
You laughed and shook your head, content to wait for your rescuer to arrive.
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Eyes On Her
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I lost motivation towards the ending, but I'm posting this regardless. Enjoy Dubu.
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Your inability to keep calm in front of pretty girls has always been your downfall. You have countless stories about you embarrassing yourself in front of so many pretty girls saying stupid things that you wouldn't normally say once they winked at you, flashed a tiny smile, pushed their hair back, or some combination of these.
However, this time was different.
"Don't worry, you can look."
Dahyun's billion dollar smile eases your nerves a little—the girl in front of you just has that charm to her, to calm and to evoke joy in you. However, you still don't want to say anything stupid, especially not to a world-class idol such as her.
"It's okay, don't worry. Just you and me here."
That line of reassurance is all you need to finally turn your eyes back to her. The megawatt smile of hers greets your vision when you finally look up, and you're instantly just as smitten as you were when you first laid eyes on her when she arrived for this year's Fashion Week. Your eyes start to roam, however, down to the milky white skin of her exposed shoulder, to the tight curve of the black dress over her chest. Dahyun just smiles as your eyes wander, and she begins a set of poses that look both goofy and sexy, true to her personality. You're the one who breaks first, giggling and laughing into your hand, then she does. Both of you have a small laughing fit in the empty back corridors, far from today's afterparty of the New York Fashion Week.
Trust Dahyun to keep the spirits up with you, even if the situation right now is sexually charged. Dahyun had pulled you aside discreetly after one too many stares over the day, with her first question being "You like me?" You'd answered yes almost immediately when she grinned, and here you were with her, trying not to ogle her and failing until she gave you permission to do so.
"What time you off work?"
Dahyun's English is heavily accented and a little broken, sometimes slow, but you found it endearing. She had an interpreter with her the entire day for the event, but she would try to use English as much as she could. Perhaps it was business, perhaps otherwise, but you found it endearing.
"11pm, Miss Kim."
"No, no, call me Dahyun. It's okay."
"Oh, um—11pm, Dahyun."
"Hmm…" The Korean girl hums. She rests her chin on her fingers as she thinks, and then she grins.
"Paper and pen? Phone?"
You pull out your mobile phone and unlock it. She enters your Notepad app and leaves an address and a few numbers.
"My hotel room. Come after work."
"Wha—?!"
"You hear me." Dahyun steps up close, close enough for you to smell the perfume on her. You gasp when her hand glides over your crotch, over your cock.
"Idols can have fun too."
Dahyun leaves for the main party, but not without giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.
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You knock on room 12-405 at midnight. The door opens almost immediately, and Kim Dahyun peeks out, her bright smile still just as dazzling.
"Come in, quickly."
She pulls you in and closes the door, and now you're in Dahyun's hotel room. She's traded her heels for the hotel's slippers, and her long hair is now flowing down her back. You can't help but find amusement at the way she looks all sexy on top, but very informal below.
"I'm not wearing underwear any more."
Dahyun's voice drips with sex, and while her smile may seem largely innocent, you can see the lust in her eyes. Now that there are no cameras, just you and her, she can finally drop the pretense.
"Oh, fuck…"
Dahyun grabs your hand, and you bite your lip when she leads it beneath the skirt of her dress. She moans when you come in contact with her crotch, and you gasp—she's soaked, and the warmth of her body is so comfortable against your cool hand. Without thinking, you begin to rub against her folds, and Dahyun staggers, falling into your chest.
"Fuck…"
You'd never expected Dahyun to curse like that, and it's just so damned sexy.
Your fingers slide over her clit, and Dahyun shudders. She's so sensitive and so reactive to every touch, and when she looks up at you, the sheer want in her eyes has your cock twitching in your pants.
"More, please."
Two words, so simple, and it lights a fire in you to give her what she wants. You want to serve her, to watch her reactions as she has sex with you. You rub your palm along her slit, and the moan Dahyun releases goes straight to your cock. Precum leaks from the tip, and you have to muffle a curse at just how hot she sounds. Slick stains your palm—a testament to how wet Dahyun is.
"I… I've been… waiting…"
Dahyun's English is made slower by the pleasure coursing through her system. She releases another sinful moan, and you curse again—this time, Dahyun's hand is over your bulge, her fingers gently brushing over your hard cock as she unzips your pants.
"I want you to feel good too."
It is with those words that Dahyun reaches into your pants. You feel her pull the waistband of your briefs down and pull your cock out from the hole in your pants, and you hiss when she begins to stroke you softly. Her touch is delicate at first, but then she begins to stroke you just right.
"Fuck, just like that."
"Really?" Dahyun's surprised but happy, and you can't help but fall a little in love at that moment.
"Mm," you repeat, "Just like that."
Your motions slow a little with the pleasure she gives you, and Dahyun grabs your wrist to get your attention.
"Faster, please. You can use your fingers too."
With her instructions given, you begin to tease Dahyun's opening with your middle and ring fingers, alternating that with rubbing her clit. Dahyun's moans only get sultrier, and she strokes your cock a little harder as she spreads the precum beading at the tip all over your shaft. When your fingers finally breach past her nether lips, Dahyun lets out a long, guttural moan as inch after inch of your digits slide into her. You begin to thrust softly, and each thrust has you going in deeper and deeper until you're all the way in.
"You're so fucking wet, Dahyun."
The Korean girl blushes harder, somehow. She'd already been flushed from arousal, but she somehow gets redder at the wet sounds of your fingers thrusting into her pussy. She sighs, part in pleasure, part in embarrassment, and you chuckle. Dahyun was adorable, even in sex.
"Kiss me, please?"
You see no reason to deny Dahyun her request. Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss, and two thoughts immediately plant themselves in your mind—Dahyun is a very good kisser, and kissing her helps you time your thrusts right. You find a steady rhythm with your fingers through the kisses you share with her, and Dahyun melts into you, every brush of your fingertips against her G-spot and palm against her clit drawing the sexiest moans out of her.
"Dahyun, I can't wait any more."
You pull your fingers out from the Korean star and wipe them haphazardly on your pants. You seek the zipper on the side of her dress and you draw it down.
"Wait, bed first."
Dahyun turns around, and you follow her to the bed. What keeps your eyes locked to her is that she undresses as she moves—she pulls the dress down to expose her upper back, and when she reaches the bed, she pulls it off her and steps out of it. You're greeted with the first sight of her shapely ass, and then Dahyun climbs onto the bed to get herself comfortable, which lets you admire the curves on her body, with short glimpses of her dripping pussy. When the girl turns around, you finally get to see the breasts you've craved for so long.
Perky, soft, full. Those are the words that come to your mind first. Dahyun's chocolate brown nipples, hard with arousal, are a contrast to her skin. You let your eyes roam as you haphazardly tug open your own shirt, and when you take your eyes off her to pull your shirt off and remove your belt, the sight of Dahyun with her legs spread open, fingers rubbing circles on her clit greets you when you gaze upon her again. You almost trip in your haste to step out of your clothes, and Dahyun laughs, which leads you to as well.
"Careful. I don't want you… pain."
"Okay."
Even when the situation is so lewd, it somehow remains so wholesome.
You climb onto the bed slowly. Dahyun reaches out to you, and you lean into her, your tongue meeting Dahyun's in a soft, deep kiss. Both of you make out, hands roaming across bodies to increase each of your levels of pleasure. You knead Dahyun's breasts, she strokes your cock, you tease her clit, she teases your balls. Eventually, Dahyun's the one who breaks first.
"No more. Inside. Please."
You nod, and line yourself up with Dahyun's pussy. You tease her opening with the tip, and the girl frowns.
"Stop playing~."
"Oh, sorry."
She smiles—all is forgiven—and that smile morphs into the sexiest look of pleasure when you push into her cunt for the first time. The idol releases such exquisite moans of pleasure that goes straight to your cock—you're twitching deep inside her when you hilt, and Dahyun wraps her arms tightly around your body as she tries to get used to your cock in her.
"Fuck, Dahyun, you're so tight."
"And you, so big."
Dahyun's nod a while later for you to move has you pulling out. You pull half your shaft out before thrusting back in, and soon enough, you're pumping steadily into Dahyun while making out with her. You knead her breasts as you kiss her, and the sinful moans that escape the Korean idol's lips echo around the room. When you break the kiss for air, you rise away from her, her hands in yours as you keep constant, short thrusts pumping away into her pussy. Dahyun's breasts jiggle with every movement, her hair fanned out like a halo across her shoulders and the sheets. She is beautiful beneath you, almost divine, even.
"So good, aah, ah, ssibal, ssibal…"
Dahyun reverts to her native Korean, muttering soft curses under her breath when you begin to pick up the pace. The claps of sex begin to get louder as you increase the strength of your thrusting, and soon enough, you're gently yet firmly fucking Kim Dahyun.
"Fuck, so wet, so good, Dahyun, fuck!"
The Korean girl only moans in response—her hands have long since slid from yours to knead her chest and grip the sheets. You have one hand rubbing her clit, the other supporting you up as you piston into her soaked cunt coating your cock in her essence. The tension in you builds—you know it's only a matter of time before one of you snaps.
"I'm… so close…"
"So am I, Dahyun, oh God!"
"Together?"
Dahyun pulls you in for another kiss. This time, she's desperate, her lips crashing into yours, tongue almost lashing against your own as you push yourself to thrust harder. You're at the end of this session with her, and the only priority is to chase your orgasms together with her. You rub her clit harder, faster, just as she kneads herself in time with the pace you're setting. The girl writhes beneath you as she gets closer and closer, and you can feel the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter…
"Fuck, I'm so close, I'm so close, ugh!"
"Dahyun, Dahyun, Dahyun…"
"Inside me—"
You break half a second before Dahyun does—your hips stutter, and all you have time is for you to mutter a soft "I'm cumming" into her ear before your cock releases the first shot of semen deep into her cunt. Dahyun's body shudders in orgasmic bliss when that first shot of cum coats her walls, and her pussy squeezes your cock so deliciously as she cums, milking your cock for every bit of semen you can offer. Both of you enjoy the pleasures of orgasm together, her pussy coaxing shots of semen out of your shaft with every squeeze of her walls, your moans mingling with the other's as you enjoy hot, openmouthed kisses with her.
When you fall to the side, Dahyun moves closer to you. Her eyes ask one simple question, and you nod as you pull her in. Turns out both you and her are cuddlers after sex, and you bask in the warmth of the other body sharing the bed with you as you hold her in your embrace.
As both of you catch your breath, you can't help but ask the question that's been nagging you since that evening.
"Why me, Dahyun?"
The idol giggles.
"You've been staring, whole day. I like it when guys stare, and even more if they cute, like you.
"Besides, like I said, I want to have fun too."
The smirk she gives you is downright sexy, and you can't help but feel a little turned on again despite your exhaustion. You don't act on it though, as Dahyun closes her eyes and starts to drift off.
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The next morning, you wake to the sound of Dahyun exiting the shower. You look around the room, and she's packed up, ready to leave. Your clothes are folded nicely on the table next to the bed.
"Good morning."
"Oh, good morning."
Dahyun towels her wet hair as she grins at you, her eyes roaming your body and stopping at your hard cock. You catch on to her gaze, and you start to get shy under her gaze.
"It's okay, no need to be shy. All natural."
The idol pauses, and she sighs.
"If only I had a little more time, I would do you one more time. Sorry."
You're not sure what else to say, but the burn of a missed opportunity stings your heart, along with the arousal stemming from the thought of having sex with Dahyun again causing your cock to twitch once. Dahyun giggles when her words sink into your brain.
"Check your phone. I leave my number inside."
She steps up to you and kisses you softly on the cheek.
"Next time you come Seoul, call me."
She flashes her megawatt smile again.
"We have sex."
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kiri sully x female!reader
modern AU | all characters are adults
prompt—"i don't want a shy Kiri, I want a Kiri that gonna kiss me so hard in a party bathroom and go away giving me smile as if she didn't just make me so fucking needy" (x)
Tsireya was already running down the driveway towards your car when you pulled up to her house. You put the car in park and unlocked the doors half a second before she pulled yours open, a bright smile on her face.
“You’re here!” she greeted amiably. “You took long enough.”
“Yeah, yeah—I’m here now,” you said. Sure, you were a little late—but was it really your fault, when she invited you to come over less than two hours before you were expected to get there?
Tsireya grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the car. “Come in and get something to eat and drink. We bought so much crap and it needs to be gone before tomorrow.”
“I can probably help with that,” you agreed, letting her drag you towards the front door. As you approached, you caught the rowdy voices of more people than you thought were supposed to be hanging out tonight.
You squeezed her hand and stopped walking, forcing her to pause with you. “Reya, didn’t you say this was a kickback?”
“It was,” Tsireya answered, then pursed her lips in annoyance. “Then Ao’nung invited his stupid friends, and now it’s a party. And our parents are going to kill us when they come home tomorrow, because Ongu already broke a picture frame by knocking it off the wall, and Koro doesn’t know when it’s time to stop drinking until he pukes.”
“You know what, I just remembered that I actually have to be up early tomorrow,” you lied, the thought of dealing with Ao’nung’s friends all night making you slightly regret coming. “I should probably get going.”
Tsireya’s eyebrows pinched together and you knew you were about to be hit with her pleading eyes—which nobody in the entire universe other than her own parents could hold strong against—but her expression quickly relaxed into faux indifference.
“Fine,” she sighed. “I guess Rotxo will have to try keeping the boys away from Kiri by himself. Hopefully he manages.”
She was evil. Everyone always thought Tsireya was such a perfect, sweet angel—but they were wrong.
You rolled your eyes and stomped into the house, muttering, “I don’t know what Lo’ak sees in you.”—which was a damn lie, because you probably would have gone for her if she wasn’t your best friend. She was probably the second hottest girl you’d ever seen in your town.
Right behind Kiri Sully, of course.
“Dude, stop,” Rotxo chuckled, as he watched Ongu dance around the living room to the beat of the music blasting from a stereo on the coffee table. “This is embarrassing.”
“Nah, bro, you look good—keep going,” Ao’nung cheered him on, his phone raised and obviously recording—probably for blackmail. You made a mental note to ask Ao’nung for the video later.
The coffee table was covered in empty beer bottles and soda cans—and you felt pretty confident that you could guess which choice of drink Ongu had, from the uncoordinated swaying of his body.
“Come dance with me,” he said, offering a hand to Nash’vi—who shook his head and playfully pushed him away.
“Nobody wants to dance with you,” Rotxo told him.
“Kiri does!” Ongu claimed, pointing at her. “C’mon, Kiri, you know you want to. One song.”
Kiri scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather drink acid.”
“Oof,” Ao’nung snickered as he turned the camera to her. She stuck her tongue out at it, then took a drink from her soda.
“You’re breaking my heart, Sully.”
“That really sucks,” Kiri deadpanned. “For you.”
Ongu put his hand over his chest and stumbled backwards, as if he’d been shot—but it somehow turned into a very messy body roll of some sort.
“I think I have some tape in my car, if you wanna put it back together,” you suggested as you sat on the armrest of the couch, beside Rotxo. He held his half-empty beer up for you, and you took a swig, before passing it back. “I’m surprised Lo’ak isn’t getting in on of all… this.”
“He’s in my room,” Tsireya said, heading for the stairs. “So is Neteyam. You can join us, if you don’t want to hang out with these fools.”
“Well, what are you doing down here?” you asked Kiri. You’d rather be upstairs, but you weren’t going to leave her by herself.
“They needed a babysitter, since they collectively share half of a single brain cell, and I pulled the short stick.”
You gasped and put your hands over Rotxo’s ears. “Don’t say that about him—his heart is huge, despite his small size.”
Rotxo smacked your arms away from him and you laughed, before stealing his beer.
As you brought the bottle up to your lips, you caught Kiri’s stare from across the room. Her eyes slowly roamed up your body, heat building in them as she took in the way the green dress you wore accentuated your figure. When she finally met your gaze, a smirk played on her lips, and she shot you a wink that made your breath hitch.
This had become normal, lately. You’d been dancing around each other for the past few months, and you were pretty sure that one of you was going to break soon and make a real move. Your flirting had started innocently enough. Boys would try to hit on one of you, and the other would jump in with compliments or innuendos that would make the boys understand that they were going for someone who didn’t play for the assumed team.
**
“Damn, Sully, your ass looks good in those,” Makeyo—a guy who went to highschool with you and apparently didn’t fuck off to college—said as he trailed behind Kiri on her way to the park bench she was meeting your friend group at.
“It would look even better in my lap,” you spoke, shifting one of your legs out from under the table.
Kiri turned to you with an almost disbelieving smile, and your eyes darted down to your leg, before returning to her. An invitation. You figured it was your job to step in if she was in an uncomfortable situation, right? Any friend would. Girls helping girls, or something.
“You’re right,” she agreed, stepping over to you and plopping down to practically straddle your leg and lean back against you like she belonged there. You wrapped one arm around her waist and waved your fingers dismissively at Makeyo with your other hand.
To your surprise, Kiri stayed there in your lap for the rest of lunch, and your friends didn’t even bat an eye at it as they all talked and shared food. You definitely had no complaints.
**
At some point, these interactions bled into moments where nobody was bothering either of you. Eventually, they began happening when nobody else was around at all.
**
You were slightly out of breath as you ran into your favorite coffee shop. You had work in about ten minutes, but you’d happily be late before you tried dealing with the bullshit of your job without caffeine. You had Kiri to thank for introducing you to the cafe, since she worked there. And by some miracle, she was working that morning.
“Running late?” she asked, a teasing grin on her face.
“Very. Be glad you’re working and didn’t have to listen to my ranting about it in the group chat.”
Kiri chuckled. “You think I don’t read the group chat while working? You’re very whiny this morning.”
“Shut up,” you sneered, though there was no bite in your tone. “I need a—”
“On the counter,” she cut you off, nodding towards the pick up counter, where your drink was waiting for you.
You stared dumbly at it for a moment, before a smile spread across your face. “You’re amazing.”
“I know.”
You grabbed it and immediately brought it to your mouth to start drinking as you hurried out of the shop, giving her a grateful wave as you left.
As you got in your car, you noticed writing scrawled on the side of the cup where the customer’s name would usually go.
‘the most gorgeous girl i know’
**
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Kiri announced, standing up. She nodded to you and asked, “You wanna come?”
You wanted to say ‘on your fingers, absolutely’—but you more appropriately answered, “Yeah, sure.”
“Why do girls do that?” Koro asked. “They always go to the bathroom together.”
Rotxo shrugged. “Mysteries of the universe.”
Kiri snagged your hand as she passed in front of you, and led you down the hallway. She didn’t say anything or look back at you, so you didn’t bother speaking either. You paused when she reached the bathroom, but she didn’t let go of your hand—pulling you right in with her. Before you could question it, she kicked the door closed and quickly brought the hand that was laced with yours up above your head, pinning it to the door as her body trapped you against it.
“Hello,” you whispered, your eyes darting down to her lips only a few inches from your own.
“I like this,” Kiri complimented, her other hand running up the side of your dress. Your eyes snapped up to meet hers when her fingers trailed across the side of your breast. “When you asked me what my favorite color was the other day, this isn't what I expected.”
“Who said it was for you?” you challenged, though it came out a bit breathier than intended. “Maybe I wore it because I like this color.”
“I’ve never seen you wear green.”
“You pay that much attention to what I wear?”
“Yes,” Kiri answered without an ounce of hesitation.
“So what if it was for you?”
“Well, if it was for me, I’d show you how much I like it,” Kiri said. She hooked her finger under your chin and ran her thumb over your bottom lip, her eyes tracing the touch.
“It’s for you.”
She grinned, her eyes finding yours again. “I know, baby.”
Your mind was still reeling from the endearment, but she didn’t give you any time to process it, before closing the space between your faces. She released your lip just to gently suck it into her mouth, and you let her. As her soft lips moved against yours with the fervor of dancing around one another for months and finally being able to touch, to taste, you realized that you really would have let her do anything she wanted.
Heat began pooling in your stomach when she let out a quiet moan as you caressed her jaw. Fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. Your fingers trailed down her neck, down to her chest, and then paused at the feeling of the familiar twine-wrapped rose quartz pendant you’d given her.
She suddenly hiked your leg up onto her hip, and a needy whimper fell from your lips as she firmly pressed her thigh against you. Distantly, you noted that you could feel her grin as she languidly licked into your mouth.
“You want me?” she whispered, her breath tickling your spit-slick lips.
“For a long time,” you confirmed, using your leg to pull her firmly against your body.
Two sharp knocks on the door behind your head startled you both, and you separated, chests heaving and faces flushed.
“Get out already—I gotta pee,” Ao’nung called.
You wondered if Tsireya would forgive you for murdering her brother.
“Occupied,” you snapped.
“I will piss in Kiri’s shoes, if you guys don’t let me in there in the next thirty seconds.”
Kiri rolled her eyes and shook her head. “We should probably go.”
“Or I could buy you new shoes,” you proposed.
“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed, her hands flitting about your body to quickly fix your hair and resituate your dress. “Sexy, but ridiculous.”
“We’re really gonna let Ao’nung cockblock us?”
Kiri smirked as she tugged you closer by your waist and brushed her lips against the shell of your ear. “You’re so desperate for me. It’s hot.”
“Guys!” Ao’nung complained.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” you said through gritted teeth.
“Not yet, but that sounds fun,” Kiri said as she moved you away from the door and turned the knob. “C’mon, let’s go rejoin the party. And maybe, in a bit, we can take my brother’s car for a spin. I have the keys.”
You nodded emphatically, fantasies flashing through your mind about how useful Neteyam’s spacious back seat and tinted windows were going to be.
Thank fuck you came to this stupid party.
#kiri sully x reader#kiri sully x you#avatar james cameron#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#avatar#spicy but relatively sfw#i never write reader stuff so if its bad just pretend it didnt happen
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Hey! Love your stuff. Legit makes my day! Anyway for a poly request? The bloodline takes care for a grumpy bratty gf after a bad shopping day? (Not nsfw but pampering and reassurance 🥰)
I literally appreciate you for your kind words and I stayed up all night for this so that’s that but , yeah mama enjoy the fic it’s not that good but send more request! . 😭🎀
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What’s wrong mama .
Fem/Black Reader
Warnings: umm nothing major , cussing
Bloodline x Reader -sami
"oh my god" I mumble walking around Footlocker after running literally running away from paparazzi in damn heels , my feet hurting feeling like I'm walking on legos , finally seeing the shoes I want
I walk towards the front and making it there I see a white girl with pretty brown hair "Hi Darling , do you guys have these in a size four" I say smiling at her she looks up "umm-" her sentence
was cut short when she looked up at me "holy shit" she said droping the pen she had in her hand I only chuckled "so" I said dragging the 'O' "oh yeah , yes we do have them in a four" she says
while looking up at me in awe "okay perfect", can you bring me a pair please" I said "of course" she said running to the back , its been about 15 min- "here you go" she says happily
"thank you" she started ringing Everything Up "okay your total is 245$" I reach in my purse and pull out a card "here you go" I said handing her jimmys card , she took it and swiped it
"okay your all set" she says handing Me my bag and handing The card back "thank you" I say putting the card back in my purse I grab The bag and begin walking out , as I'm pushing the door open
I hear a loud screech turning towards the scream I see My Fans and a couple of paparazzi "fuck" I mumble , Now don't get me wrong I love my Fans but sometimes I just wanna have a day without
All the Famous bullshit , quickly turning around and walking the other way I hear pounding footsteps , shit , I can barley run with these damn bags and long ass heels , next time I will be
putting on my converse , Before I could say anything I felt a Hand pull me by my collar turning around I see Brandi my Manger , "come on" she yelled over all the noise taking a few bags out
my hands running down a small alley seeing my Brother in the driver seat Brandi opened the door pushing me and my bags in and slamed the door then hopped in the passnger "slam my fucking door
again" my brother said "shut up and drive" Brandi said then he pulled off , 5 mins into the ride I said "how did you guys know where I was" I said genuinely curious "look" Brandi said tossing me
her phone I grab it seeing the girl from footlocker the video she made Was her recording herself first then flipping the camera on me with the caption being “omg you guys look Y/n L/n is here pull
up" putting the address at the end of the sentence "what . the . fuck" I said throwing Brandi back her phone , The Car ride to my house was silint after that , finally pulling into my driveway
seeing My Car + My Husbands hopping out and grabbing my bags "do you nee-" My brother started "NO" I yelled stomping towards my front door , setting a couple bags down to grab my key and unlocking
My door picking my bags back up and kicking the door open after seeing my brother pull off .
Jey Pov:
"Aye y/n back" I said yelling to Boys , they came running from the kitchen seeing her walk in I walked towards her "hey ma-" she pushed me back "MOVE" she said dropping her bags
what?? she ran straight up the stairs after taking off her heels "what's her problem" solo said Nobody answered him , Roman walked upstairs we all stood there for a second then started
following him "Y/n" Roman said No response "y/n" he said a little louder , "what" we muffled through the door "don't 'what' me" Roman said she stayed quiet "whatever" she said probably rolling
her eyes "open the door" jimmy spoke up "NO" she yelled through the door "y/n stop playing with me , and I wasen't asking you I was telling you" jimmy said calm but we all knew he wasen't
we all waited a couple minutes until we heard the door unlock and feet running from the door Roman pushed the door open as we walked in to see her hiding under the covers I walked ove
and sat on the bed the boys doing the same , It was quiet until we heard sniffles "whats wrong ma" I said shaking her "nothing" she mumbled "well something must be wrong you came in here
with a attitude and now your crying" solo said "its not fair" she said "whats not fair" Roman said "Because" she started throwing the covers off of her and sat up "I just wanted to get
out of the house today , and go have time to myself but no I can't even do that" she vented dramatically falling back into the pillows "well" I started but stoped "well what" she said looking up at me "well
your a celebrity of course people are gonna ask for pictures and shit" I shrugging feeling bad for my babygirl "I know but nobody knew That I was there , well yeah a few paparazzi but that's
all" Stated lifting her body up from off the pillows and moving to sit in solos lap "so your crying because a few paparazzi knew you where there , mama a few-" Roman was about to finish talking
but she cut him off "I'm sorry for cutting you off Smush [I stay calling somebody smush 😭], but it wasn’t just a few paparazzi" she said "you good mama , but what do you mean?" Roman asked confused also saying what the rest where thinking
Y/n Pov: "And thats when I got here" I say finshing off my story of what happend earlier "hold up let me get this right , so you where getting shoes , then she went to get your size came
back after like 14-15 , and as soon as you where leaving a lot of people showed up?" solo said trying to wrap his mind around everything "yes" she said hiding her face in his neck "why
would she even do something like that" I said crying My damn heart out "I don't know mama" roman mumbled I only whimperd thinking it was my fault about what happend moving my braids
out my face a getting off of solo and onto the bed feeling very guilty jimmy noticeted the look on my face , "whats wrong pretty girl" he said making the other boys look at me "nothing"
I mumble "something has to be wrong you look upset , whats on your mind" he said pulling me closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck "do you feel like it's my fault" I say looking
down at my lap "what" Jey says "like I should of just put on a hat and some glasses or-" I stoped once I got cut off "no" Roman said "huh" I replied looking up at him "you should not ever
feel like this is your fault , shes the one who told the world where you where at , not you and you shouldent have to think any of this is your fault" he said I felt like crying again "but-"
I said and before I could finish It was jey who cut me off this time "like he said not any of this shit was your fault , now how about we give you a bath , and get you something to eat" he
said and I only nodded with a weak smile as jey gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips , roman doing same , as solo and jimmy kissed my temple .
"stopp" I giggle as jey tickled me while he and jimmy where susposed to be giving me a bath , "okay come here mamas" jimmy said grabbing my wrap and shower cap , putting on my head and making
sure it was secure they started washing me , finally after at least 16-17 mineutes of my bath , most of that time spent of me and jey throwing soap at eachother jimmy picked me up and wrapped
a towle around me , jimmy taking off my wrap and shower cap then getting my lotion and body oils and putting them on me , then getting me dressed in some silk pink shorts and one of solo shirts
then putting some oil through my scalp , and finally putting my bonnet on , jey picked me up and carried me down stairs , "Hi Babygirl" I heard roman say jumping down from jey and running and
jumping in roman arms "hi papi" I mumble in his chest "here" he says handing me my food "thank you" I say standing on my tippy toes to kiss him running over to the living room , food in hnad
"be careful" I here solo call out "mhm k" I mumble looking for something to watch ,
"ouu" I mumble as I turn on euphoria ,
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"LOOK THATS ME" I yell pointing at the screen as my character came into
the frame "yes that is you" jimmy said leaning over to give me a kiss , Thank God For My Boys .
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Hoped you guys liked it !! 🤭🎀🙌🏾
*NOT MY GIF*
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#roman reign fic#wwe x reader#jimmy uso x reader#jey uso x reader#solo sikoa x reader#wwe fics#roman reigns x reader#the bloodline 🎀#cumxxslutt.writes🎀#🎀 .
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Paralyze.
Chapter 42
The alarm went off and I groaned as I sat up slowly. Izuku was lying down and rubbing his eyes, yawning loudly, making me yawn too.
"G'mornin, Deku." He smiled sleepily at me and got up.
"Morning, (M/n)." We stared at each other for a bit, probably debating about who would shower first.
"You can go, I have to do something first," he nodded and grabbed his costume.
Togata senpai told us to wear our costumes right as we woke up because we'd be having breakfast and then we'd go on patrol. I turned and sat on my bed, grabbing my phone and turning it on.
I went to my contacts list and called Katsuki.
I sighed and yawned again, I still wanted to sleep, it was a Sunday after all...
"Hello..." Katsuki's voice startled me but also sent shivers down my spine.
What an attractive voice, goddamn.
"Hi, puppy. Did I wake you up?" He groaned and I heard the rustle of his sheets. He was probably turning.
"Yep, you did," his words were muffled, probably by the pillow, and just the image of him pressing his face on the pillow made me want to be there with him.
"I want to kiss you, baby..." He yelped and coughed a bit.
"W-why are you c-calling me baby all of the sudden?" His voice was so soft and sweet, it made my heart melt.
"And why are you behaving this cute when I can't be with you, eh?" He chuckled and the rustle was there again.
"So I can make you come back quicker..." Katsuki's words were clear now and that made me smile. And I got an idea.
"Can you send me a picture of you?" I whispered breathlessly.
"Why would I do such thing...?" He trailed on with a doubtful tone.
"Because you love me." He stayed silent, "I'll send you one first if you want." He hummed.
"Well, sounds fair." The bathroom door opened slowly and Izuku walked out. He pointed back behind him and I nodded with a grin.
"I'm gonna take a shower now. See you." Before Katsuki could say anything else, I hung up and brought my costume and phone with me.
I closed the door behind me and I thought of taking a mirror selfie but then...
"I'm going to regret my life after this..." I whispered to myself as I took off my t-shirt and messed up a bit with my hair. It was really messy when I woke up and now it looks worse.
I held up my phone and opened the camera, biting my lip nervously and taking a photo.
I sent it before my insecurities attacked me.
;Hope you like it.
I placed my phone down on the empty space on the marble and sighed, my heart beating fast with anxiety.
And then I heard my phone vibrate. That made me jump and swallow, should I...?
No, I'm gonna read what he said!
Unlocking the screen I was met with a picture, somehow innocent at first sight.
Katsuki was lying on his bed and his hair sprawled on the pillow. His eyes were half-lidded, his face colored an obvious red, and his mouth my open, sticking his tongue out. It wouldn't have been anything else other than a picture of him, but the way his hand made a circle gesture in front of his mouth-
Oh, nope... Look away and don't think of impurities.
When I looked back at the screen I noticed that above the picture, was a text.
Damn, you're so fucking hot
I'm one lucky bastard 😏
And under the picture too.
Just so you know...
I'll be waiting for you~
Jesus fucking-!
;Well, I doubt I'll be able to focus at all today.
;I won't be able to stop thinking about you, puppy.
;Although that's just my every day honestly.
I sighed as I sent those texts, at least I wasn't trembling as much anymore.
I miss you. Don't keep me waiting, idiot.
I chuckled to myself and sent him one last message, I still had to shower and get ready so I couldn't take any longer.
;I should be back soon, Katsuki. I miss you too.
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"Today we have to patrol and watch over. We'll split in two teams, Bubble Girl and I, and Mirio and (M/n) with Midoriya."
"Watch over?" Izuku asked and I nodded. Togata senpai told me everything yesterday when we were with Bubble-chan, but I let her explain it.
"Nighteye's office is conducting a secret investigation," Izuku looked at Bubble Girl.
"A small and designated organization called 'Shie Hassaikai'," and Sir showed us a picture of their leader, known as Chisaki.
"Their young leader, meaning the second-in-command, Chisaki, started to act strange, and his mask is his distinctive." Sir kept the picture close to us so we could see it, and while Izuku said something about it, I analyzed the picture, memorizing everything I could see, "There was a great break in the past, but Chisaki is reuniting them all one by one for a reason, and a while ago they contacted the League of Villains. But we don't know much."
"The league of villains...?" I whispered to myself, but nobody seemed to hear me.
The explanation kept going for a bit, and then, we had to part ways.
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The three of us were walking, patrolling the street. Togata senpai and Izuku were slightly ahead of me as I heard them talk.
But two girls walked past them and just they stood there, staring at me. It made me nervous.
"You're the guy who got first place during the Sports Festival!" The black-haired one said with a big smile on her face.
"Can we take a picture with you, and... and an autograph?" The brown-haired one asked me with a nervous yet excited smile on her face.
I was surprised, it had been months since the Sports Festival but some people still recognized me. My body was slightly trembling out of nervousness, and Togata senpai turned to look at us, Izuku did too, I just smiled at them sheepishly and made a 'Wait a bit' sign.
"O-of course..." Both of the girls pulled out their phones, taking out what they wanted me to autograph. I took a few pictures with them and held the notebook they wanted me to autograph, I drew a 'P' and wrote 'aralyze' inside of it. The autograph I had planned years ago.
After that, they left saying a big 'Thank you!' And I was left with my internship partners.
And thankfully, none of them mentioned what just happened and just kept going with their conversation.
"Oh, that's right! We still don't know each other's Hero name, right?" Togata senpai turned to look at me too and I smiled.
"I'm Deku," Izuku said proudly. And that made me remember when he told me the story about his hero's name.
Katsuki calls him Deku still, but not because it's his hero name. It was nice of Uraraka to have said that, honestly.
"I'm Lemillion." Togata senpai said and he explained it too.
"Well, I'm Paralyze, you both know it already." I chuckled a bit and they did too.
"Anyway, when we are walking in the city with our costumes... We are heroes!" My smile got bigger and we kept walking.
Until a little girl crashed against Izuku.
She was wearing a dress, but it looked more like one of those hospital gowns. Her hair was a light blue, almost white, and she had a horn on her forehead.
But what caught my attention were the bandages covering her arms and legs. Those weren't just caused... by normal injuries. And a voice caught our attention soon enough.
I turned to look at the man who spoke, and for a moment, my throat went dry, so I looked down again, naturally.
Izuku was apologizing to her, and he tried to touch her but she looked scared for a moment, and when I observed closer I noticed her tiny body trembling.
"Don't do that," As soon as Izuku looked up at the man, his expression was extremely obvious, "Don't be causing problems for the heroes."
I can't believe we encountered him. The Shie Hassaikai young Leader, Chisaki.
"I apologize for my daughter's behaviour, sometimes she goes overboard when she plays." His eyes closed in a way that me made suppose he was smiling.
I glanced away and locked eyes with Togata senpai, his expression told me to keep calm, act nonchalant and guard Izuku, "You've forgotten to put on your mask, Deku~" I teased while grabbing it and pulling it over his head.
"Is it even the size of your head? It just keeps falling off," Izuku glanced at me and then the blond, and I winked discreetly at him. He realized. "We are the ones who must apologize."
I knelt next to Izuku and the girl, focusing on the conversation that was occurring but also wanting to comfort the little girl, "Hey, honey, are you okay?" I raised my hand slowly and stroked her hair, smiling at her and trying to calm her down.
I have two younger siblings, this is what I do to comfort them when they argue and feel upset. When they watch a horror movie and get scared. When they cry...
Her tiny hand gripped the jacket of my costume. There was a pain in my chest when I saw how terrified she looked.
"Hey, partners! Come on, get up. We have to be prepared for what the uncertain future has for us." After that, Chisaki asked us about our agency but I answered instead.
It would be more suspicious if just Togata senpai talks.
"We're still students, we are little chickens still... they assigned us to camp training," I said with a smile while playing with the girl's hair.
"Now let's go, we have to finish our round by dawn, so... let's move forward!" I nodded at senpai's words and nudged Izuku a bit.
"Come on," he nodded at me once and we tried to get up, but the girl held us by our costumes. We looked down at her.
"Please... don't go..." her shaky whisper made a lump form in my throat and I felt my face getting tense at the feeling of impotence. I couldn't do anything at the moment to help her.
#paralyze fic#bakugou katsuki fanfic#bakugou x male#bakugou x male reader#male reader#reader insert#x reader
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You get called into the office on what was supposed to be your day off with Harry. While normally you would just call in sick, your boss threatened your job so you had to go in. You were missing Harry like crazy and decided to just send him a quick "I miss you..be home as soon as I can" text before continuing on with the project in front of you.
2 hours pass and you're finally finished. As you are cleaning up, you check your phone: 20 missed texts. You had silenced your notifications so you could focus on your work and finish quickly. You unlock your phone, smiling when you see all the messages were under Harry's name. You tap to open his messages and your eyes go wide. It's a slew of filth: dirty photos and texts and a single video. Glancing around to make sure you're alone, you put your Bluetooth earbuds in and click play.
~Video~
His breathing is ragged. He keeps whining, whimpering your name... Telling you how much he misses you. How he can't wait for you to come home so he can have you. But, ohhh, you're taking so damn long. Harry can't stop talking about the things he wants to do to you... that's when the camera moves and it seems to be propped now. Fist moving furiously fast, his hips bucking, and a sheen of sweat you can now see all over his unclothed body. "Babygirl, please hurry home... I can't last much longer... need to cum for you, baby... please. Please, baby, I wanna cum for you.." The video cuts just as a delicious growl leaves his lips.
You drop your phone on your desk, the room suddenly feeling like a sauna. After grabbing your things, you race down to your car and connect your phone to the radio's Bluetooth. You call Harry, who answers all gruffy and breathless.
"Babygirl..."
"Harry, please, I'm on my way. I'll be home soon. Just please, wait for me. You've been such a good boy, please wait for me. I need you."
He stays on the phone the entire drive, telling you everything he plans on doing to you. Never a man to break a promise, you two spend the rest of the day discovering new limits on pleasure until neither of you can keep your eyes open.
OH MY DEAR FUCKING GODDDJNFHBUJRFNHUJ YOU HAVE COME FOR OUR WHOLE LIVES ON THIS FINE EVENING MY GODDDFNJHBUJRIFKNBHUJRKFNVIK
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Park Adventure
Sakura Miyawaki
Words: 2.111 words
Tags: Pissing, Piss Play, Squirt, Bestiality, Armpit licking
8 PM, Sakura was bored after playing with her Nintendo, she played too many games for hours already.
"I think I need to take a rest, my eyes and hands are already tired from playing these games for hours."
She puts her Nintendo down on the table then sits on the stool for a while, stretches her hands and body while thinking about what she should do after playing games for hours.
"Damn, what should I do? I wanted to do something but I didn't want to play games again... Why is this so frustrating for me?" she confused while scratching her head.
She suddenly got an idea, an unusual idea for her.
"Ah, how about I go to the park but I'm going to be running naked in there? That would be so interesting. I need to get ready." She chuckles.
She prepares everything. Her phone, earphones, and bottle. She only wears a sports bra and running shorts and doesn't use panties to make it easier for her later.
She runs from her apartment to the nearest park on a cold and peaceful night. Only slight traffic, some cricket, and stars in the sky accompany Sakura's run to the park.
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She arrived at the park, peeked to the left and right to make sure that nobody was passing by her, and started to detach her sports bra and pull down her shorts immediately, leaving them on the bench. The cold wind immediately hits her bone after she undoes her outfit.
"Let's get started and do this thing. It's going to be fun and a new experience for me. This cold wind won't make me sick. I'm strong."
She runs for a round on the jogging track, meeting another runner in the park, the runner is shocked by what Sakura is doing. But she continues to run and continues the challenge. Her tits are bouncing so much and everybody is seeing her, but she doesn't care at all because she likes it so much, and she gets turned on by what after just gone on to her. She likes it when everyone sees her tits bouncing while she is running.
She stops for a while, takes a seat, and regulates her breath to relax.
"Fuck, I'm so exhausted but that is so hot. Everyone is glimpsing at my pussy and tits. I guess they liked my pink shaved pussy and bouncing tits. Probably they wanted to rape the fuck out of my body. Even if they did it, I won't fight them either. Let them use my body, using all of my holes, treating me like a fuckdoll. I wanted to be fucked and ruined in public. I don't care about what people say. I am a cockslut for my friends either, so what?"
"This kind of thing turns me on so much, I think I need to fuck myself now, but I need to pee first. But where should I pee? Do I need to record while I'm taking a piss? Maybe I need to try it ~" she giggles and smiles in a devilish way.
She looked to the left and right, and she couldn't locate any public restroom to pee.
"Damn it, there isn't any restroom here, where should I pee though? On the grass? On the side of the lake?" she confused while straightening her hair.
"Well, what can I do? Whether I like it or not, I have to do it here hehehe ~" she chuckles, then she blushes and her face turns red.
She unlocked her phone, opened the camera, and put her phone in landscape mode. She started recording herself and making sure that the video was good and that she could see herself on the video. The red flashes started to blip, and then she started to squat behind the bench, making sure that nobody would see her peeing carelessly in the park. a little yellow drip started to come out from her pussy, and a yellow stream started to come out, fresh and warm from her bladder.
She spreads out her pussy, and plays with her yellow stream, aiming in an uncertain direction, going to the left and right. After that, she puts her hand on the flowing piss, making her hand wet and smells like urine.
"Gosh, It feels so good peeing here hehe, I'm so naughty here. I hope that I won't get caught ~"
The flowing yellow stream comes to an end, she cleans her pussy with water from the bottle that she brought before. She stops the video recording and looks at the video that she recorded before. She's satisfied with what she accomplished.
"God... I am so hot in the video... Do I need to save it for myself or post it on the internet? I guess I should ~"
She opens her social media and posts it online. She sends the video to some of her friends too. She got some naughty replies which caused her horniness to increase. She's desirous to fuck herself in the park.
"Fuckk I need to touch myself right now, I can't hold it anymore, I am so needy to be fucked..."
She spreads her pussy wide and rubs her clit slowly but surely. Then she puts her fingers inside her wet pussy to pleasure herself. Sakura moans loudly and whimpers until she reaches her G-Spot.
"Oh fuck... Ahhh this is so fucking good, so good aghhh ~"
Sakura fucks herself harder and harder while rubbing her pink nipples and moans. She was filled with lust. She couldn't stop moaning.
"Yes, please... harder please ahh, make me cum make me cum, harder please, make me cum, don't stop ~"
She pleasures herself until her pussy is wet and swollen. Sakura orgasms and squirts everywhere. Sakura created a pure mess, her wet fingers, wet pussy, and puddles on the ground. She's huffing. Sakura sweats a lot from what she is doing. After that, she takes and tastes her fresh, and warm juice from her pussy.
"Mmm... It tasted so good... I guess I am going to be addicted to this, I cannot believe that I tasted so good"
Sakura takes more of her juice from her pussy using her fingers and licks it clean. She takes extra of her liquids until nothing is left.
Now that her pussy is clean already, Sakura wakes up and continues to run again for another kilometer, until she meets a stray dog.
"Oh hello little cutie, what are you doing here? Are you lost? Where is your owner?"
She pats the dog and plays with the dog for some time. Then, the dog begins to behave oddly. Sakura couldn't figure out what the dog wanted.
"Oh, what you want from me little cutie? I don't know what you want"
The dog acted strange, it acted like it wanted to fuck Sakura. The dog is jumping and humping Sakura's leg.
"Hey, what are you doing? You're going to fuck me? That is what you want? Well, if you wanted to, I can pleasure you, little cutie ~"
She lowers herself and plays with the dog first. Sakura rubbed the dog's belly and saw the dog was fully erecting. At first, Sakura hesitates to do what she is going to do, she thinks twice. But with the full intention of the new experience, she motivates herself. She makes the dog lie down, started to lick the dog's dick, and sucking it slowly. Sakura played with the dog's cock playfully and without hesitation from herself. Thankfully the park is quiet already, the park visitors are coming back to their own home already.
"You liked it, little cutie? You liked it when I licked and sucked your tiny, small, and smelly cock? huh? hehehe, I guess you liked it ~"
Sakura giggled and started to laugh because she just could not believe what she was doing. She can't believe that she is delighting an animal, not a human. The dog can only bark and cannot answer Sakura's thoughts.
"My God... I can't believe I did this, licking an animal cock and pleasuring it. Now what am I now? A zoophile?"
"But somehow this experience is so good, I've never done this kind of heated thing before, I usually simply fulfill my friend's lustful desire with my cheap pussy and asshole. They fuck me relentlessly all night just to fulfill their lust. Using me no more than a fuckdoll, only a free-use meat, and I need to serve my holes whenever they want. And now I am going to be fucked by an animal. A dam dog. What a cheap slut I am, not looking at any creatures, just a pleaser for everyone, and wanted to be fucked by anything."
Sakura starts to bend over on the ground, waiting for the dog to fuck her tiny pussy, and spreads both of her holes.
"Come here cutie, use my holes freely, choose where you want to put inside your small cock, I wouldn't be mad <3"
Sakura spanks her ass, telling the dog to come to her. Without any uncertainty, the dog sniffs and licks Sakura's pussy. After that, the dog mounts itself to Sakura and pounds her relentlessly on her pussy. Sakura only can moan but she is satisfied with what the dog is doing.
"Good boy, please fuck me like that, fuck me like I am an animal too, cutie. Use me as your cumdump, fill me with your seed. don't stop it, let me satisfy your lustful desire, cutie ~"
Sakura moans loudly and looks at the dog. She still couldn't believe that she is fucked by a dog right now.
The hound thrusts harder into Sakura's body, and Sakura moans getting louder and louder, She plays with her tits while the dog is still pounding, and plays with her tits while the hound is still pounding making her pussy wet once again. She only could remain silent while tears started to fall from her face because the dog was pounding her pussy relentlessly. Now she is covering her mouth to muffle her moans to make sure that nobody is hearing her whining and being fucked by a dog.
"Cutie please stop it, stop it please cutie, Im gonna cum ahh ~ cutie please stop it AHHH IM CUMMING IM GONNA CUM CUTIE STOP IT PLEASEEE FUCK CUTIE YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD ~"
Sakura squirts together with the dog cumming inside her pussy. Cum drips from her pussy while the dog runs away into the bushes and disappears. Sakura lay down limp on the ground unable to do anything, she couldn't even get up to stand.
"Ahh fuck, that animal fucks my pussy so good... Sadly it is tiny, but that was a damn feral experience for me."
She sighed, and then she tried to get up and sit down for a while, retaking her energy to walk back. Sakura sweats a plenty once again from what she is doing with the hound. While sitting, she looked down at herself and looked at her whole body. At that point, she looked at her sweaty armpits.
"Damn, why are my pits so sensual when I am so sweaty? Take a pics again I guess? hehehe..."
Sakura opened her phone and took some pics of her sweaty armpits using a seductive facial expression. She also took some pics of her licking her pits.
She closed her phone again, and she continued to worship her own body. She kisses, sniffs, and licks her armpits both left and right. She did it without any reluctance. She's fallen in love with her own body.
Without her realization, the moon was getting higher and higher, the wind was getting colder. Sakura opened her phone and the time indicated that it was 10:30 PM already. She gets up and walks back to the bench where she puts on her sports bra and shorts.
Sakura put her sports bra and shorts on and walked back to her apartment.
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Sakura arrived at her apartment safe and sound. She immediately goes to the bathroom and cleanses herself after all of the wildness that she is doing at the park. After she is done cleaning herself, she comes out of the bathroom naked. She dries herself and thinks of something.
"Meh, I don't want to sleep with any outfits tonight, I'm too slothful hehehe ~"
Sakura enters her bedroom and gets into bed. She looked up at the ceiling, still thinking about what she had done in the park.
"My Gosh... What I have done tonight is insane, from pissing relentlessly to fucked by a dog... Maybe I should do that again ~"
Sakura closes her eyes, and she falls asleep.
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Oh yeah fun fact about those escape room games me and my mum have been playing: they make no fucking sense. Not in a 'we can't solve them' way, they're actually fairly easy (for me anyway but I think that's cause mum gets bored) but because the protagonist is a detective with stupid reasoning sometimes.
Mostly saying this because she got shot at and kidnapped (by the guy wearing the keffiyeh so like... yeah that's not helping her case here), ended up in a cabin in the woods, found this guy's camera in his backpack, and said one of the photos on it was suspicious. Two of the three photos were pretty sus. First one is of the protagonist and her friend (I think) investigating the disappearance of a woman at the petrol station from the previous chapter. It's from an angle that makes you think he was just camping out in the fucking trees to take this photo, so yeah that's a bit weird. The second is of the missing woman sitting on a bench reading a paper, taken from within the bushes. Pretty sus, right?
But it's the third one that gets logged as vital evidence. That's the one that makes the protag think there's more than one kidnapped woman here. Clearly, super important! So what was it?
A wedding photo. The culprit's wedding photo with a blond woman hugging him. She's wearing a flower crown that's part of a puzzle, but otherwise, that's it.
The protag thinks a wedding photo is more suspicious than a photo of a woman taken from within the bushes. The Arabic man can't have married a conventionally attractive woman! No villain like this has ever been married before! No no no that's just not right! She must have been kidnapped too and coerced into this! How cruel! /s obviously
Like. Come on. They could at least have made the woman look even remotely like she didn't want to be there if they were going for this. They're not even trying to be subtle about this.
The REAL fucked up thing about this man should be that to get into the attic, he has to pull down the mounted animal heads on the wall in the right order. And he had a fucking lightbulb in a draw that only opens when the guns in the rack are in the right places. And he didn't notice the distinct lack of boards over tha attic window when he pulled up outside. And his number plate combined with a fishing bait catalogue is the security pin for the basement door that unlocks from the inside where the victims are.
The more fucked up guy is the fisherman who locked his car jack behind a number code box. And the protagonist for spending like an hour solving puzzles to put out an engine fire rather than get the fisherman out the fucking car before it explodes.
The culprit is actually cool btw. He has a fucking secret cave behind a waterfall as a secret spot to hang out in after he kills someone. A secret cave!!! Behind a waterfall!!! With a comfy hammock in it!!! And he's trying to kill this dumb fuck protag!!! Sure he might be a murderer but I'd forgive him if he kills this racist, judgemental idiot that has to spend forever organising the box of donuts before she can take one, and locks her office phone inside a locked draw you can only open with the key from a safe, where the code is the amount of squares on the files in the cabinets she also has to organise before she can use them.
Like damn bitch, you live like this?
I get it's an escape room puzzle game, but like. There are some things that maybe just make your characters look insane if you make them puzzles ngl
#and yes. all the black people are either the villains or idiots. seemingly no in-between#like wowie this is NOT subtle about it at all#penny the police officer is black and written like an immature idiot#i like her but wow does the writing suck#'oh we're going undercover? thats so exciting! i wanna have a gambling addiction!'#'no penny we just have to pretend we're corrupt cops.'#you guys already are to me man#then penny says 'thats not enough money! i have a gambling addiction!' in the super important meeting#like. come on.#at least TRY and be subtle about this shit...#'save me murphy! save me!!' is our current running joke btw#murphy and darius are both candidates for the most boring romance setup in the world#so every time they're on screen its 'save me Murphy!!! oh darius!!! you saved me!!! owo!!!'#don't worry we are NOT taking this narrative seriously#we're doing the puzzles and that's it#these guys aren't getting a penny out of us either we're just fucking around hating on it#firefly life
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Movie Premiere | Lights, Camera, Action!
Word Count: 3.3k
Category: Fluff
Warning: a few swear words
Summary: Still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, Harry attends actress!Y/N’s movie premiere.
Lights, Camera, Action! Masterlist
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Being sat in a chair that was in no way comfortable for two hours for hair and makeup wasn’t the most pleasant experience, but with the right team for it, you could disregard how that damned chair made your butt ache and instead, chattered with the team helping you get ready for your big premiere.
“Is it spicy?” Charlie, who was bronzing your cheeks, asked, “Are you and Sam fucking Claflin getting down and dirty in that movie because I swear-”
“Why is that question getting asked so much?” You laughed, trying to not fidget so much so you wouldn’t mess anyone’s job.
“No, Charl, I think you’re forgetting the important question here, babe,” Blair, who was working on your hair, said in a teasing tone, “Is your man going to be there?”
“My man?”
“Of course. Of course you pull the oblivious card.”
You giggled because you knew what Blair meant, and Blair, having been your hairstylist for 6 years, knew you well enough to call you out.
“He’s not actually my man,” you said.
“No?”
“No,” you confirmed.
“Are we talking about Mr. Watermelon Sugar high?” Charlie asked, glancing at you and Blair for a moment before continuing to dust the powder from under your eyes.
Blair hummed.
“Well, is he? Is he coming?”
“Yeah,” you said quietly, trying to stifle your smile but they were quick to catch on, teasing you with loud aw’s, “Stop it.”
“Nobody’s talking about Pete and Kim anymore, you know?” Blair said, “It’s Y/N and Harry Styles this, Y/N and Harry Styles that.”
“The media has always been so far up your ass, Y/N,” Charlie said, “And now you’re with Mr. Tastes Like Strawberries,” they whistled under their breath, “That’s juice.”
The moment Charlie was done talking, knocking on your bedroom door was heard before your manager’s, Gavin, voice was heard, “Delivery for Y/N Y/L/N,” he said in a tone that was as teasing as Charlie and Blair’s.
Charlie stepped back, eyebrows raised, but with Blair working on your hair, you couldn’t turn around, “What?”
Gavin approached you until he was standing in front of you, a gigantic bouquet of pink peony flowers in his hands, “This is some cute shit, I’m actually going to be sick, Y/N.”
You gasped before laughing, reaching your arms out for the bouquet, “Shut up,” your eyes fell on the little envelope tucked between the flowers, instantly plucking it out.
You opened it, taking out the card before your reading:
I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU. GOOD LUCK XX
H
“I didn’t know men still do that,” Blair said.
“Not all men,” Charlie raised an eyebrow, “That’s the only time you’ll hear me say shit like that.”
Harry’s stomach had butterflies of excitement erupting in his stomach as he got ready.
He knew wanted to stay in the back, not cause any scene and just support you from the shadows, but he couldn’t help but wish to be seated beside you instead of your co-star as you watched the movie, and man did he want to kiss you when the credits roll.
Dressed to the nines in an all-black suit, Harry glanced down at the embroidered pink flowers that decorated the sides of his suit pants before spraying himself with his favorite perfume.
It was right as he was about to put on his rings that his phone chimed with a text.
Having been already anticipating a text from you, he was quick to hold his phone and unlock it, instantly tapping on the recent notification that served him well because it was from you.
You had sent him a picture of you; beaming with the bouquet of peonies right beside your face, the sun’s golden rays against your face.
A smile he had no control over was painted on his face, saving the picture to his phone before he got a new text from you.
you’re the cutest. i can’t wait to see you <3 xx
He let out a breath, the smile still on his face as he typed in a reply:
You look so beautiful x
A reply came quickly:
thank you <3 you haven’t even seen the outfit yet
Harry replied:
I’m sure you’ll look incredible, love
You replied with:
you’re making me all shy stop it
car’s here. don’t be late? :) x
He replied:
Never. I’ll see you x
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People in your life were well aware of your fame.
You were an A list actress, with international fans, and awards under your belt. You were friends with everyone; from having breakfast with Meryl Streep to making TikToks with Lil Nas X to dancing with Zendaya on her Instagram stories, you floated around everyone and had the best time with everyone and that certainly made your birthday parties an interesting place to be at and definitely one that was sought after.
But it was like you weren’t all that aware of it, and maybe it was what had you pushing to do better and more every time in your career. You knew if you Googled your name, you’d get a lot of results, but the moment you stepped out of the car, you were amused and in shock at the deafening sound of cheer.
Camera flashes were frantic and as were the screams from fans from behind the barricade, and your wide eyes and laugh were signs of shock at the reaction, despite having been on the receiving end of it for years and years.
You waved and smiled, catching eyes with screaming fans before the photographers as you followed the red carpet coordinator and standing where she told you so you could have your solo pictures taken.
You looked beside you and sure enough, at some distance further from you stood your co-star, Sam Claflin, smiling at cameras before his eyes caught yours.
In the year and half of knowing Sam, the both of you had developed a sturdy friendship. He was someone you could count on to have a good laugh with, being a person who resembled a Golden Retriever if you could say.
His face lit up with a beaming smile, making a show of it as he approached you, arms outreached towards you.
The moment yours and Sam’s arms were around each other in a greeting and comforting hug, the cameras and screams went louder.
“You look amazing,” he said excitedly, holding you at arm’s length to look at you.
“So do you, are you kidding?” Your tone matched his, bringing him in for another hug.
For the next 10 minutes, you and Sam had your photos taken from every angle before you made your way to the fans, chatting with them and signing autographs with every single “thank you so much for coming tonight” uttered.
It was exactly 15 minutes after that that you heard screams again, and as you glanced, there was no denying that time seemed to stop.
Harry’s hand was up in a wave as he walked onto the red carpet, mouthing “hi” as he did.
Oblivious to all those recording your reaction, you smiled at the sight before forcing yourself to look away as you were guided to be interviewed by E!News.
“Y/N, you look incredible tonight!” The reporter said, looking you up and down, “Who are you wearing?”
“Thank you, thank you,” you smiled, “I’m wearing Versace,” you said, glancing down at yourself, “It’s all Versace,” you said before looking at her, “And you look amazing. I love the color.”
She put a hand to her heart, “You’re so sweet, thank you! And you’re looking quite fancy,” she joked, “What can you tell us about your character?”
“She’s such a real character, and I really appreciate that. Her name is Jolene,” you smiled, “And I have been doing this for a job for years but somehow, I still suck at giving you guys any insight like that!”
The reporter laughed, “It creates suspense, it’s okay! It’s okay,” she waved a hand, “How was it like working with Sam Claflin?”
“Sam is absolutely great to work with. Like, there’s never a boring day with him around. He’s an insanely talented actor, and and an even better friend,” you said, “He’s just amazing. I had so much fun. Everything was just so smooth, you know?”
“That’s amazing to hear,” she said, “From the trailer, we could tell you both had amazing chemistry together. Would you say that was something that happened the moment you saw each other or did you both go through an awkward phase at first?”
“No awkward phases, no,” you shook your head, “We definitely clicked right after we met. And I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I guess I kind of knew that we wouldn’y really have much a problem getting comfortable around each other, you know? Sam’s always been known to be, like, someone you get to be comfortable around, so, like, I wasn’t all that worried, to be honest.”
“Would you say the same thing about a certain British singer?”
Despite your thumping heart and being taken aback by the sudden question, all the media training came to use with how quickly you replied, “Oh my God, definitely! Adele and I are great friends, in fact, she’s expecting a call tonight.”
“Oh, come on!” The reporter laughed, huffing jokingly as she glanced at the camera before looking back at you, “Let’s narrow it down, a British singer who is here tonight. Like right there, I can point.”
You pretended to glance around you before you called for Sam, who was doing an interview of his own, “Hey, Sam! Since when do you sing?”
“I’m a very good singer,” Sam played along, pointing at himself before he joined you, “Are we discussing my many talents?”
“Yeah, we were talking about British singers and you know you’re my favorite,” you joked.
Sam awed, wrapping arm around you and bringing you in a side hug, “You’re my favorite stand-up comedian, Y/N.”
“You two are like a pair of best friends,” the reporter said with a laugh, definitely happy to be getting all that content, “It was great talking to you two, tonight!”
“It was great talking to you, too,” you smiled, “You have fun, and take care,” you waved, moving away with Sam.
“They wanted to know about Harry, huh?” Sam asked quietly, a smirk on his face.
“Yeah,” you confirmed, “Thanks for catching on,” you squeezed his arm.
As you and Sam moved to another interviewer, Harry stopped for another.
His hands were behind his back, giving a polite smile to the interviewer, “Hi, how are you?”
“We’re good, we’re all good,” she answered, “Everybody knows you like your rom-coms, how excited are you for this one?”
“Um, I’m really excited,” he answered slowly, looking around in thought, “The trailer looked amazing, and I’m sure everyone is incredible in it, really. I’m just-Yeah, I’m just really excited.”
“Are you excited to watch Y/N Y/L/N on screen?”
Of course he knew they were going to try to corner him.
“She’s an incredible actress,” he answered, “And I’m a fan so yeah, of course.”
“Have you seen Y/N tonight?”
“No, I haven’t,” he smiled down at her, “But I’m excited to meet everyone.”
“In the interview with you and Y/N together, you both were okay with the idea of starring in a movie together as love interests, would you say that’s something we can expect?”
“Um, I don’t know really,” he chuckled, “It would be an honor working with Y/N. She’s extremely talented, but I don’t know. Who knows?” He gave a playful shrug.
“So if someone offers you a project right now where you’re love interests, what would you say?”
“Let me check with my manager,” he joked, turning around before looking back at her.
“Okay last question,” she said, glancing at the camera before looking back at Harry, “Are you here solo or are you Y/N’s plus one?”
Harry stifled his smile, wetting his lips as he glanced around before looking back at her, “I’m here sol-Actually,” his eyebrows were raised, “I’m here with Jeff. I’m here with my manager,” he said, glancing behind him, “He’s a little shy,” he joked.
The cozy theatre was packed with the cast, crew, and a number of celebrities and attendees.
The big screen was dimmed as you all walked inside and were escorted to your seats. You were sitting between Sam and the co-producer, nervously glancing around and trying to find the one person you were itching to find.
Your phone vibrated, making you look down at it and seeing a text notification from none other than Harry, unlocking your phone to read it.
Three rows behind you x
You smiled, instantly propping yourself up a little and looking behind you and counting three, looking left and right before your eyes caught a waving hand.
Your faces beamed, eyes falling on one another as you shared smiles before Harry pointed at his phone, signaling for you to check yours as he typed on his.
Harry:
I was right
You:
about what?
Harry:
I told you you’ll look incredible and now look at you
You:
i know ur a songwriter and know what to say but omg
Harry:
No shame in telling the truth
Are you nervous?
You:
about to shit bricks
Harry:
Why? Everyone knows you’re so fucking good at this. I’m very sure it’ll turn out amazing
You:
if u don’t stop being cute, i might just come sit next to u or something
Harry:
In that caaaaase…
You’re cute
Very beautiful
And the talent? Woooooow
You:
omg
ur impossible
Harry:
Impossibly miss you
I wish we were sitting together
When can I actually kiss you?
You:
go back to mine after we’re done?
we can also sneak a kiss or two during reception
no promises
Harry:
Done and done x
Shhh, it’s starting
You:
have fun x
Harry:
I definitely will x
Harry had fun watching the movie, sure, but not as much as he thought he would and it wasn’t because the movie was bad, in fact, the movie was absolutely great.
The cinematography was mindblowing, the color grading, the outfits, the dialogue–it was all so good.
But years ago, Harry watched your movies as nothing but a fan, though a very dedicated fan, but now? Harry’s palms got sweaty during the scenes where you and Sam were heavily making out.
The camera zoomed on Sam’s hands as they wandered across your body, and on how your lips were pressed against each other, pulling away only to lean in again in a new angle, kissing and breathing noises heard that had Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together.
He was self-aware. Harry knew that he got jealous, hell, he sang about “being of the jealous kind” but even he was surprised at the feeling when he watched you–someone whom he was sure he had feelings for that were deeper than he had thought, despite the short time of being around one another.
“I love you,” your character, Jolene, whispered to Sam’s character, Tom, as you lied on top of him, “I love you.”
Sam’s hands were on your back before one reached up to tangle itself in your hair as he closed his eyes, seemingly absorbing the words. In the dim-lit room your character were in, Sam opened his eyes when you moved, putting an arm on his chest before resting your chin on it so you could look at him, “Say it again.”
You had smiled, face looking sleepy as your voice was just slightly above a whisper, “I love you.”
Sam’s eyes were traveling across your face; from your eyes, to your nose, to your cheeks, and then to your lips, “Come here,” he softly said, leaning in as you did, too, to graze your lips with his, “I love you, too.”
As you watched, your skin felt hot as it always felt like during romantic scenes you starred in, but at that moment, it was different.
Knowing that Harry was three rows behind you watching you in an intimate scene like that had you wishing you could crawl into a hole.
The two-hour movie came to an end, resulting in a round of applause from everyone and roaring cheer.
Your arms were around Sam in a hug, eyes tearful as you basked in the praise before the two of you and the rest of the cast made your way to the stage.
“Thank you,” you began, almost breathlessly, “Wow, there were some pretty intimate scenes in there,” you joked, glancing back at the big screen behind you before looking at the audience. “I want to thank everyone who has made this movie such a lovely experience. I want to thank our director, the amazing Thea Sharrock,” you motioned towards her, “For being wonderful and giving us such an amazing environment. And I want to thank everyone who worked with us–production, wardrobe, makeup, hair, catering, every single intern,” you listed, “And to Sam,” you looked at Sam beside you, “This man-child,” you joked, “You made it all worthwhile. Thank you all for watching. I hope you enjoyed watching Love Me Always as much as I enjoyed creating it alongside all these amazing people. Thank you,” you put a hand to your heart, smiling gratefully at the applause as you mouthed “thank you’s”.
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Sneaking a few kisses at the reception wasn’t easy, but at least you and Harry finally got to properly greet each other.
The moment your eyes fell on one another, you were both moving. Harry’s arms wrapped around you in a hug, engulfing you as you both wordlessly embraced.
“You did amazing,” he said quietly in your ear, “So good. So, so good.”
“Yeah?” You smiled at him, reluctantly pulling away.
Harry nodded, suddenly aware of all the people around you before he clasped his hands behind his back as to not let them wander, “You were incredible, Y/N. I’m so happy for you.”
You smiled, sheepishly bringing your shoulders to your cheeks before glancing to the right, “Do you want to take some pictures with me?” You pointed at the photo booth.
“Come on,” Harry smiled, letting you lead the way before the both of you got inside the booth, his hand finally on your back as the curtain closed behind you.
The first picture was one of both of you smiling.
The second, your lips were on Harry’s cheek as you gave you a kiss, and with the action catching him with surprise, he was mid-giggle.
The third picture, your faces were too close to the camera, eyes closed and lips puckered.
The fourth, Harry’s hands were cupping your cheeks as he kissed you.
You knew that you needed to be quick and catch the photos before anyone saw them, but with his lips on yours, you allowed yourself to melt for a moment.
It was like some sort of witchery. The moment he kissed you, you felt like all the nerves and stress of the day vanished away and you could finally relax your muscles.
You both slowly pulled away before Harry left a few soft pecks on your lips, “That’s more like it.”
You giggled, leaning to peck his lips one last time, “Let’s take the photos.”
Despite the fact that every set of photos you had taken that night in that photo booth with different people was then plastered on social media, you had told your publicist and team that you didn’t want yours and Harry’s shared.
Pictures of you and a number of people having fun were everywhere, but in both your wallets, you and Harry kept the strip of photos for yourselves and no one else.
Even with the minimal interaction the public had seen of you and Harry at your premiere, just his presence was enough to make people talk, and for what it was worth, and as you and Harry ate burgers when the night ended, none of you cared.
#harry styles imagine#harry styles fluff imagine#harry styles one shot#harry styles fluff one shot#harry styles x actress!yn#harry styles x celebrity!reader
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Explicit Pt. 2
Summary: You get talked into going on a date with Jack
Content Warning: 17+ Sexual Themes and Topics
A/N: A little long, and again more build up but I want y’all to get a feel for the dynamics. Maybe some hints of foreshadowing. It’s gonna start getting good, I swear💀
1 Day After The Interaction
Soft music echoed through the bedroom as you set up your camera. The bright glow of your LEDs lit the space. You always had music playing when it came time to take pics, it added to the vibe. The coffee shop interaction still lingered in the back of your mind. Jack’s smile, his eyes, everything about him made you crave some more attention. But the lack of texts made you assume he was just being nice.
You shook away your thoughts and let your silk robe fall to your feet exposing your lingerie draped body as you walked in front of the camera.
Today’s set choice was a black lace two piece with sliver chains as straps for the top and garters. You set up the photo timer before sitting on the bed in a modest but provocative position. A slight smirk appeared on your face right before the camera flashed.
Both Jack and Urban’s phones went off at the same time, making both men pull them out. Jack’s eyes read the OnlyFans notification and instantly got off the couch.
Urban snickered. “God you’re down horrendous” Without turning around back Jack went to his room.
“Shut the hell up Urb.” A loud slam cut the convo short, making Urban laugh to himself. (Knowing damn well he got the notif too)
Seeing your notifs almost made Jack giddy, it was something to look forward to. He moved to sit on the edge of his bed and scrolled through the new pictures, immediately getting hard at the sight.
His eyes focused on one of the pics making him lick his lips at your pose.
The underwear from the previous photos was now disregarded and your manicured fingers spread yourself open. At the same time your lips were wrapped around the digits on your other hand.
His eyes studied your face, or at least what he could see of it. Again felt a feeling of familiarity, it was soon disregarded once his hand stroked himself through his joggers. Just as his hand slipped under the pants a loud knock Interrupted.
“I know you’re busy being down bad but the food is here.” Urban snickered behind the door and Jack fell back against the bed. A deep sigh left his lips.
“I need my own place.”
A knock on your door halted your posing, making you slip on some sweats and a tank top with your robe on top. After turning down the music you made your way to the door and lifted up to look through the peep hole. The tiny glass revealed your best friend. Before getting a chance to open the door it unlocked.
“Damn you take too long to open the door.” Your arms crossed over your chest.
“Give me my spare key.” A smile appeared on her face.
“Yeah no.” She made her way into the kitchen, leaving you to close the door.
“You know, one of these days you’re gonna walk in on something you don’t want to see.” You leaned on your kitchen island.
“Who said I don’t?” She winked and you rolled your eyes.
“So what reason have you broken into my apartment for this time?” She smiled.
“Just seeing what you’re doing this weekend.”
“And you couldn’t text me to ask??”
“No, cause I know your homebody ass isn’t doing shit so I’m chillin here.” She walked into the living room and sat on the couch, your lips smacked.
“I’ll have you know I might go out this weekend.” Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
“With who??” You sat next to her.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone?“
“No.”
Your face dropped and she pushed your shoulder.
“You know I’m fucking with you, spill it!”
“I might be going on a date with Jack Harlow…” you said lowly and she shook her head.
“That’s funny, it sounded like you said you’re going on a date with Jack Harlow.”
“I might, I haven’t decided yet.” She looked at your face, not showing any sign of joking.
“Are you fucking serious Y/N??” You nodded.
“You better go on this date so you won’t be a broke bitch anymore!” You scoffed.
“You’re fucking hilarious.”
“No but for real tho, how did that happen??”
“I ran into him at a coffee shop. Like literally ran into him.”
“The classic strangers to lovers plot.” You rolled your eyes.
“Wait are you gonna tell him about you being a “accountant”?” She made air quotes around her head.
“No, why would I? Let alone not on the first date.”
“Why not?“
“Are you dense?? It’s not like anything is gonna come out of the date.” Her eyes squinted at you.
“Wow way to be a Debby downer hoe. You never know.” You leaned back against the couch cushion.
“It’s Jack Harlow…”
“You say that like he didn’t ask you out.” Your head turned to look at her.
“I didn’t tell you HE asked ME out.” She rolled her eyes.
“I know you, you’re not asking any dude out on a date. You’re too scared.
“Maybe I changed.”
She reached for your phone and unlocked it, looking through your messages.
“Bitch!” You tried to grab it back but she pushed your head.
“Sorry again about the coffee.” She tried to do a deep male voice.
“Really it’s okay.” She mimicked your voice and you stared at her annoyed.
“How about I make it up to you on Saturday?”
“I mean technically you already did, you replaced my coffee.” She turned to look at you with a plain face.
“YOURE HOPELESS, JUST SAY YES GODDAMNIT.”
“You’re mad aggressive bro.” In a flash she began texting making your eyes widen. You lunged at her but missed as she climbed ontop of the couch.
“There, secured your date.” She dropped you the phone and you stared at the message.
“But I am free on Saturday :)”
“Dope, if you’re comfortable you can send me your address and I can come swoop you.”
You looked up at her.
“HE WANTS MY ADDRESS.”
“Calm down just say you’ll meet him at a restaurant or something. Don’t be a pussy.” You sighed and face planted into the cushion. She swiped your phone once again.
“Is it cool if we just meet at a restaurant instead?” His text bubbles popped up instantly.
“Yeah for sure, just tell me where.” You looked up at her.
“Anyway I’m staying over so I can help you get ready for your future husband.”
Saturday rolled in quick and over the past couple days you and Jack have gotten more comfortable over text. You two mainly talked about Jack, to steer the subjects away from you.
“Y/N! Hurry your ass up and show me the outfit!” Your friend yelled from your living room. You walked out in leggings and a T-shirt.
“Yeah no, that’s too basic.” Your arms dropped to your side.
“I don’t want to be too fancy.” She huffed.
“And I don’t want you to be basic.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you back to your bedroom.
“So you mean to tell me, your ass got a date??” Jack snickered while brushing his beard out in the mirror.
“You actin like it’s so hard for me to get girls. Be realistic now Urb.” Urban watched from the door with his arms folded over his chest.
“You don’t go on dates tho.”
“I know, there’s something intriguing about his girl. And she’s fine as hell.”
“Mhm.”
“What?” Jack turned to look at him.
“ I just think it’s funny that you’ve literally been jerking off to a cam girl for days on end but you’re gonna go on a date with another girl. I hope she don’t find out, if y’all get serious.”
“Man don’t worry about that. I’m just test driving right now.” He started to walk out of the bathroom.
“If you say so.”
After what seemed like hours you pulled up to the restaurant in a black crop top with a letterman jacket on top and black leather pants, which contrasted with your cream colored sneakers. Casual but cute.
Upon arrival you were greeted by a employee.
“Do you have a reservation?”
“I-“
“She’s with me.” Your head turned towards the familiar voice. Jack wore a thin sweater with jeans and new balances. You noticed his eyes were covered in the same sunglasses he wore the day you met.
The employee smiled and grabbed some menus.
“You look very pretty.” Your cheek flushed.
“Thank you. I’ll be honest I was expecting to see your eyes for more than thirty seconds this time.” He snickered and took off his sunglasses.
“You’re silly. I had to duck the cameras getting here, pretty girl.” You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname.
“You two can follow me.”
“After you.” Jack allowed you to walk in front of him. His eyes subconsciously lingering on your ass but quickly brought them back up.
You went to pull out your chair when he stepped in and pulled it for you, making you giggle.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
The waitress came over to take your drink orders and the two of you were left to make conversation.
“So what do you do for a living?”
To Be Continued…
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x you#jack harlow x y/n#jackman thomas harlow
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Habits Never Die (Rose Lavelle x Reader)
A/N: This fic idea has been on my mind for a while now and I’m just now writing it lol (: Enjoy!
You were sitting on a blanket in front of a body of water in Tacoma, Washington. Your friend sitting next to you, a friend who wasn't a friend for a long time.
“So we’re good” You ask as you support yourself on your elbows. Your now friend again sitting next to you.
“We’re good, catching up with you really means a lot to me. I think we both needed that closure of a chapter.” Your friend says which makes you laugh.
You fix your posture which reveals your Rose Lavelle jersey that you bought at an OL Reign game. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of uswnt members were also sitting and enjoying the view as they were in the area for an upcoming game against the OL Reign.
“Hey look it's a Rose jersey. Sick.” Tobin says. Christen turns her head to spot the jersey Tobin kept talking about.
“Aw that’s cute.” Christen says as she pulls her phone.
For being private people, Christen unlocked her phone to attempt to take a picture of you.
“Rose did say if anyone of us finds her a qualified person to go on a date to let her know right?” Christen asks Tobin.
“Yes, but-.”
“She’s perfect for Rose, well dressed, clearly a fan of Rose. By the pride wristband, I’d say she’s qualified.” Christen says. Tobin shakes her head as she doesn’t know what to do.
“Here, do as I say. Just shoot her a text to come, we did see her on the way here.” Tobin says. Christen nods her head as she shoots Rose a text to come over and “spend” some time with them.
Meanwhile you were continuing to talk to your friend. Grabbing your camera you took some pictures of the view and taking some pictures of your friend.
“I have to get going, but let’s do this more often, it’s nice to have you around again. I forgot and missed how much of a ray of sunshine you are for me.” Your friend says making you chuckle.
“Let’s make it a weekly thing.” You say and your friend nods as she gives you a hug. You are then left alone, laying down, looking up and seeing clouds, it’s definitely going to rain, but what's new.
You soaked up all the fresh air, enjoying a nice Thursday evening. Your Red Bull in one hand and a leftover slice of pizza on the other. Perfect.
“Fuck am I single.”
Meanwhile the two players behind you suddenly realize that maybe you were on a date and they definitely screwed up.
“We didn’t think this through.” Christen says, Tobin shaking her head rapidly.
“It wasn't my idea. It wasn't my idea. It wasn't my idea.” Tobin repeats.
“Damn it.” You shout as you drop part of your drink on the jersey. “Such an idiot. Too precious to get dirty and what do I do? Get it dirty.”
Tobin and Christen continue to panic as they now try to make something up for calling Rose to “spend” time with them, not that they didn’t want to spend time with her but they had other intentions when they had called her.
You try to dry the jersey but it was too cold to bare with at the moment. You slip the jersey off of your body, but while doing so someone comes up to you.
“Hi, are you interested in a flyer for a new coffee shop that’s opening next week?” A girl asks you and you nod.
“Cool. You guys have any tea? I love coffee but not as much as I love tea.” You say. The girl flips the flyer over for you and you chuckle as you see the menu. “Well that’s smart.”
“Hope to see you there.” The girl says as she walks behind you and towards the two players.
“Yeah for sure.” You say and go back to doing your own thing.
Meanwhile behind you, something else was going on.
“Hey guys, what's up.” Rose says as she stands in front of the two women.
“Sit down and enjoy the view with us.” Christen says as she scoots over to make some room for Rose.
“The view is great here, lots of dogs pass by here all the time. It’s great.” Rose says.
“Hi are you guys interested in a flyer for a coffee shop that’s about to open next week?” The girl asks the now three women.
“Oh we’re not from here.” Tobin says, motioning to herself and Christen.
“You two may not be from here BUT I will gladly take one because I am from here, well I live here.” Rose says as she grabs the flyer from the girl. “Do you guys have breakfast sandwiches?”
The girl once again flips the flyer but this time for Rose.
“That’s convenient.” Rose says as she looks over the menu.
“That’s funny, that’s like almost what the girl behind me said. She also said something along the same question, very similar.” The girls says motioning behind her to where you are. You were shirtless and trying to find a hoodie in your bag. Rose laughs as she hears the coincidence.
“Thank you, I’ll be sure to go.” Rose says. The girl nods her head and leaves. Rose turns around to face the two women who are talking amongst each other. “You guys wanna see some pictures of Wilma? They’re great I promise.”
“Sure.” Tobin says. Rose goes to grab her phone when she lets go of the flyer.
“No!” Rose shouts as she tries to run in her flip flops.
You hear a sudden no and turn around to see a very pale person running for a piece of paper. You quickly forget trying to find a hoodie, and run to grab the paper. You run and grab the piece of paper before it would be falling into the water. You get up and see you’ve scratched your stomach from sliding on the concrete.
“Here you go.” You say as you hand the woman the paper. “Oh hey it’s the flyer.” You look up and see it’s the one person you’ve absolutely swooned for.
“Thanks.” Rose says as she grab the flyer from you.
You blank and stand there in awe as you rapidly blink. A smile forms on your face as you register who you’re talking to.
“Sorry about your stomach.” Rose says.
“Oh that? Pfft I’ve been through worse, don’t worry about it. If I would’ve known it was the flyer for that coffee shop I would’ve just let you take a picture of my flyer.” You say as you put your hands in your pockets, fidgeting with the small coin you have. A habit you had picked up as a kid, usually happened when you got nervous.
“You live around here?”
“Born and raised here, well not here but around here.” You say quickly. “But I’ve lived here in the state my whole life. Love the Pacific Northwest. You?”
“I’m here for work, I think I’ll be here for maybe three years? Maybe more, I kinda like it here.”
“That’s cool. Yeah it’s great, lots of places to explore if you look for it right.” You say nodding your head. “Helps that this state is just so beautiful and helps me with my work.”
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m a photographer.” You say nodding you head as you rock back and forth on your heels.
“Oh no way! My friend over there is a photographer too, she’s kind of new to it but she’s good at it.” Rose says pointing behind her.
“That’s cool.” You say and Rose nods her head. “I actually have my camera with me if you maybe want to see some pictures I’ve taken?”
“Yes! You got any pictures of dogs?” Rose asks and you laugh.
“I do, I have a lot. I take pictures of many things, that sounds kinda creepy. I swear I’m not a creep.”
You both walk over to where you had your bag with your stuff. Your eyes widen as you see the jersey is out in the open.
“Wait a minute.” Rose says as she looks at you. “That’s my name.”
“Look I swear I didn’t do what I did just because it’s you. I swear I didn’t know it was you, it just so happened to be you.” You ramble as you try not to creep Rose out. “I just thought it would be better if you know I didn’t go all like ‘dude you’re Rose Lavelle let me get an autograph’ because I do believe it’s kinda wrong if you’re just trying to enjoy your time out”
“Creeped out? Oh god no, I just don’t really see my jersey around much. That’s awesome. Hey guys look she has my jersey!” Rose shouts as she grabs the jersey and shows the two women.
You look up to see Christen Press and Tobin Heath.
“Oh my god.”
The two women look up who quickly give Rose a thumbs up and a smile.
You quickly grab your camera from your bag so you don’t seem too shocked to see two of your many favorite players. You turn your camera on as you show Rose the pictures you’ve taken.
“Wow, these are so cool. Is this at the market place?” Rose asks and you nod your head.
“Yeah, I’ve also gone up on the big wheel to take pictures, the ferry, even the space needle. I get great pictures.” You say as you show Rose more pictures. While Rose looks at the pictures you take the time to finally put a hoodie on.
“Here come meet my friends, like I said one of them is a photographer.” Rose says as she leads you towards the two women who look like they definitely don’t want to be bothered but it’s Rose. “Tobin she’s a photographer, she takes good pictures. She’s like super good at it by the pictures she’s shown me.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” You say. Rose asks if she can show Tobin your pictures in which you obviously say yes because how do you say no to her, she’s so sweet.
“These are sick.” Tobin says.
“Oh, I’m Y/N I guess I should’ve started with that.” You say as you put your hands in your pockets again. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Christen, that’s Tobin.” Christen says and you gulp.
“Nice to meet you. Big fan.”
“We have a company, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it but it’s called Re inc. We could really use a photographer like you.” Tobin says as she looks at you then Christen. “I can’t do all the photography and I’m not the best at it either.”
“Hey woah, we just met this person. I just found someone who loves dogs as much as I do and lives here, someone that isn’t famous, I think. Are you famous?” Rose asks you and chuckle shaking your head.
“I’m nowhere near famous.” You say. “But yes I’ve heard of re inc, I love the purpose of the company. It’s inspiring.”
“She’s perfect for you Rose.” Christen says.
“Huh?” You ask.
“We’re not on the same page here. But how about you give me your number and I can contact you for maybe some photoshoots?” Tobin asks and you smile widely. “Would you like that? Because I’d love to have you on the team.”
“I’d love that. Yes.” You say quickly as you and Tobin exchange numbers.
Meanwhile Christen pulls Rose aside.
“She’s cute huh?” Christen whispers to Rose.
“Christen don’t you like have Tobin?” Rose whispers in disbelief.
“What? I’m talking about you! Don’t act like you two weren’t flirting.” Christen whispers making Rose laugh.
“She’s cute I’ll admit it.” Rose says.
“It was nice meeting you all, but I need to head home to finish my work.” You say as you shake all their hands.
“Lovely meeting you Y/N.” Christen says and you smile.
“Likewise.” You say. “Bye.”
“Bye.” The three women say.
You walk back towards your stuff, packing everything up so you can go home to editing your pictures. You pick everything up and look back to the three women. You bite the inside of your cheek when you take a deep breath and walk back over to them.
“This is going to sound weird but Rose would you li-.”
“Yes.” Rose says instantly before you could even finish your sentence.
“You didn’t even let me finish.” You say laughing.
“Sorry it’s a habit. Okay then, finish.” Rose says and you feel your cheeks heat up.
“Would you like to maybe go out to grab some coffee at that new place that’ll open next week?” You ask.
“Yes.” Rose says with a smile.
“Cool. Well umm, here’s my number.” You say handing her a piece of paper. “Just shoot me a message so I know it’s you.”
Rose quickly grabs her phone and texting you.
Unknown: It’s Rose (:
“Cool.” You say with a smile. “I’ll see you soon then.”
“Yes.”
The following week came by and sure enough you both hit it off good. Laughter and a small trip to the market place. Buying her a bouquet of flowers, roses specifically.
Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years, which turned into and I do in front of your friends and family.
Rose learned about your habit and she also found it cute but made sure you were okay when you stuck your hand into your pocket. An easy sign she could always pick up on if you were nervous.
Rose would once again interrupt someone before they finished talking. That being the wedding officiant which would be Christen. Rose didn’t wait for Christen to say the line when she blurted out I do. She had a habit of doing that and you loved it, something you learned by the third date you went on, you thought it was cute. But Rose interrupting Christen is something you always remember.
“Do you Y/N Y/L/N take Rosemary Kathleen Lavelle as your wife?”
“I do.” You say with a smile. One hand in your pocket as you felt the coin inside your pocket.
“And do you Rosemary Kathleen Lavelle take Y/-.”
“I do.” Rose says cutting Christen off.
“Seriously? You didn’t let her finish.” You say laughing. “How am I not surprised?”
“It’s a habit.” Rose says making you all laugh. Then pulls your hand out of your pocket. “Just like you have this habit.”
“Habits never die.” You whisper and laugh as you look at Rose.
Her habit never went away, neither did yours. When you were about to announce that you two were adopting a baby, Rose once again blurted the news out before she was supposed to. It was only the beginning for you both. But Rose’s habits never die and you loved her for it. Just like she loved you for your habit of having a coin in your pocket.
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A Show For Daddy
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Chuu can't help but giggle when she slides her skirt and panties off her hips. A trail of discarded clothing marks Chuu's movement through her room, and her panties fall right in front of the drawer she bends in front of. Her fingers land on the soft fabric of a towel, and with a soft hum, she picks it up and lays it on the floor, against a wall.
The mirror on the door of the cabinet beckons Chuu. She definitely feels herself today—fuck, she looks damned hot, in her definitely unbiased opinion. Her eyes explore the reflection in the mirror: rosy cheeks flushed from arousal; taut nipples atop her cute breasts; two rows of solid abs from her daily workout routine; wide womanly hips made for breeding; and her supple thighs that glisten with how much slick that leaks from her sex.
A few swift taps of her phone, and Chuu aims the lens of her camera to the mirror. She knows how much Yves—no, Daddy would love to see this. After all, Yves, otherwise known by her birth name Sooyoung, is locked behind a meeting with the Board of Directors of her company at the moment, but to Chuu, this is an opportunity to get Sooyoung out of that stuffy meeting room and back home. After all, she knows how much her body turns Sooyoung on, and with a few pictures and videos, Chuu definitely will get the sex she wants tonight.
Chuu sits on the bed behind her and spreads her legs wide open for the lens. She gasps when her pussy spreads open with the dirtiest squelch, a trail of slick flowing from her hole to stain the bed sheets. With an arm behind her to support her weight, she bites her bottom lip with the most seductive expression she can manage for the picture. Next, she lies on the bed, her legs still spread open. She flips the camera around to capture her naked frame on the bed, her fingers circling around her pussy. The final shot is of her sitting on the floor, once again spread open for the camera to capture every detail of her body up close and personal.
A few taps and Chuu has her captions ready.
Daddy, I'm so wet thinking about your cock.
This is what you'd be seeing if you were home right now~
All for you Daddy, my body's ready for fucking ;)
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Ha Sooyoung's phone flashes three consecutive times. The meeting with the Board is painfully long, the tediousness starting to eat at her patience. Sooyoung grabs her phone to check the messages from her lovely girlfriend, and when she unlocks her phone, she chokes back a yelp.
"Miss Ha, is everything okay?"
Sooyoung has to fight to remain calm in front of the Board. She can't be seen slacking off during board meetings by looking at her love's nude photos during work.
"Y-Yes, Jinsoul. Please carry on."
Sooyoung bites back a curse when she sees the smirk on Jinsoul's face. Having been friends for years, Sooyoung knows Jinsoul can tell when she's horny and flustered. After all, there's been too many times where Jinsoul had to knock her over the head to tell her to "get back to work and stop looking at Jiwoo's nudes, you fucking pervert".
Sooyoung's hard cock strains against the fabric of her underwear. Chuu's seductive expression is all she can see in her mind, her dripping pussy begging to be filled with Sooyoung's hard cock and her body pounded and bred until Sooyoung's desires were satiated. Subtly, Sooyoung sneaks a hand beneath the desk to palm her erection, desperate for some relief in the middle of this godforsaken meeting.
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Chuu turns the camera to video mode. She sits on the towel she laid on the floor, her trusty blue bunny vibrator in her hand. She holds her phone up to her face, a faux innocent grin across her features.
"Hi Daddy, babygirl's fucking horny~."
Chuu blows a kiss to the camera, then tilts it down to show her body again.
"I can't wait for you to come home, Daddy, because babygirl isn't going to wait." Chuu waves the vibrator in the frame, a flick of the "On" switch bringing the toy to a soft hum. "Babygirl's going to fuck herself until you get home, Daddy, and you know how much I can squirt when I'm horny~."
No more time to waste—Chuu lowers the camera to a holder strategically placed to have the lens pointed at her dripping sex. She lets out a breathy moan when the toy comes into contact with her nether lips, puffy with arousal, and she runs it along her slit, coating the surface thoroughly with her slick. The bunny ears pinch her hard clit just the way she likes it, and more slick coats the toy.
"Can't you see how wet I am, Daddy? I'm so sad—ah!—you're not home to fuck me, because I sure as fuck can do the—shit~—job myself, can't I?"
Chuu knows she's going to break her daddy's limits with the next line.
"Do I even need your cock, Daddy?"
Chuu giggles, but it turns into a moan when she flicks the vibrator to Level Two. She pushes the toy into her dripping hole, her moans even louder when the vibrations finally come into contact with her inner walls. Chuu thrusts the toy softly into herself, her head falling back to lean against the wall behind. Her jaw hangs slack as she gives up on filtering her moans, but she watches her phone screen intently. The knowledge that she's performing for her Daddy on video sends tingles up and down her sex, and her body reacts accordingly—Chuu's fingertips are now coated with her slick as well. A wet patch forms between her legs, streaks of her juices falling on her skin to wet the fabric beneath her ass.
"Look, Daddy, baby's making… oh, such a mess, Daddy, and it's all your fault. I have to… ah, fuck myself while thinking of you… because you don't want to come, oh gosh, back and fuck me yourself."
Chuu grabs one of her breasts, massaging the soft flesh the way she knows Yves loves to do. The warmth of her palms on her breasts send heat waves across her needy body, and she flicks the toy up to Level Three.
"Oh fuuuck~, Daddy, the toy's hitting me right there, Daddy, yes… It feels so—fuck, fuck!—so, so good Daddy, and baby… babygirl loves it, Daddy! I'm grabbing my tits right now, massaging them just the way I wanted you to. Seems like I might… fuck… not need you anymore Daddy, because I can do it myself."
Chuu gasps and whines when she pinches her nipple and twirls them with her fingertips. She fucks herself hard with the toy, her imagination enough to morph the toy into Yves's hard cock spearing into her cute little fuckhole with every thrust.
"I'm twisting my nipples the way you do, Daddy, and I'm fucking myself just the way you'd like to. Come back quickly, Daddy, or I'll just fuck myself until I'm not horny anymore and leave you alone for tonight hard and wet just because I don't need you anymore."
A few more strokes of the toy and Chuu knows she's about to squirt.
"Oh, oh fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna squirt, Daddy! It's such a—fuck, fuck~—waste I'm not finishing on your cock, oh FUCK~!"
Chuu's hand falls slack when her stream of moans break, and her body shudders in pleasure. She yanks the toy out of her pussy, and a soft stream of squirt gushes out in front of her, splashing all over the bedroom floor. The loud hiss of her gushing is picked up on the mic, as is her steady stream of vocalizations of orgasmic pleasure. Gush after gush of squirt leaves Chuu's body as her hole visibly clenches, her ass subtly shifting with every expulsion of fluid.
"That's one, Daddy… and I'm only going to squirt on cam two more times~."
Chuu pushes the toy back into her used pussy. She resumes her thrusts with the same tempo and force, without giving herself a break. Exhibiting herself, even if it was only for one person, always drove Chuu insane and left her wanting to show more and more of herself.
"Fuck, fuck, Daddy, oh fuck, my pussy feels so good, Daddy, this toy fucks me so good, Daddy, I might like it even more than your cock!"
Chuu only manages to say that much before the oversensitivity pushes her over the edge once again. Her words end in a scream as she rips the toy out of her tight fuckhole, a long gush of squirt spraying straight through the air and adding to the puddles of squirt all over the floor. Even with the towel to soak up her orgasms, puddles still form on and around the towel—Chuu squirts a lot.
"Two, Daddy. One more~, all for you."
Another broken moan escapes Chuu's lips when she pushes the toy into her hole for the third time.
"Fuck, Daddy, I wish my fuckhole was clenching around your cock, Daddy, because this toy can't fill me with cum… Maybe I do need your cock, Daddy. Come home soon."
A loud gasp heralds her final orgasm on video—the toy shoots out of her pussy as another hard spray of squirt rains all over her skin. Chuu's body rocks hard as her hips buck repeatedly, the spray following every little movement, the mess growing with every gush. This time, it sprays upwards to rain on the towel, the floor, and even the camera lens of her phone. The pleasure has Chuu in its firm grasp—her body still shakes with the aftershocks of orgasm, her body stained all over with her own slick and sweat, yet she hungers for more.
"Three, Daddy. Baby's gonna carry on now."
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Yves slams her desk in anger when she finishes viewing the video Chuu sent her. She shoves her work messily into her bag, grabbing her laptop and storming out of the meeting room.
"Yah, Sooyoungie, where're you going?" Haseul rounds the corner with a clipboard, surprise over her face. Before Yves can answer, Jinsoul leans out of the meeting room, answering Haseul's question for Yves.
"Jiwoo sent Sooyoung nudes again, and probably a video too. You know what she looks like, almost constipated? Yeah, that was her through the whole meeting."
"Oi, shut up Jindori!"
Both Jinsoul and Haseul laugh, before Haseul pats Yves on the back.
"Go home then. Finish what she started."
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Yves almost kicks the door down in her haste to enter her home. She throws her bag aside on the couch and rushes to slam her room door open.
"Oh, fuck, DADDY!"
Chuu's squirt sprays all over herself once more. Yves stares around the room—squirt stains all nearby surfaces. Chuu's juices run down the walls, the cabinets, the mirror, and the room almost looks flooded with how much squirt there is. The towel beneath her love is soaked through.
"Finally home to fuck me, Daddy?"
Yves grips Chuu's wrists tightly and pulls her up to stand. Her hands snap to Chuu's waist, and with a freakish amount of strength, she flings Chuu onto her bed. Yves rips her shirt open, the buttons flying all across her room, and in a flash, her pants are undone, her hard cock aimed right at Chuu's dripping entrance. One hard thrust, and Yves forces Chuu to take her cock whole. The younger girl screams at the stretch, but Yves doesn't care.
"You're getting no fucking sleep tonight, baby. You've been so fucking naughty, and Daddy's home to fuck some manners into you."
Chuu whimpers.
"Forget about walking tomorrow, baby. When I'm done with you, all you're going to be able to think about is Daddy's cock."
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