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shokobuns · 3 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT

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One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,” a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets.

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth.

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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boba-cafe · 2 years

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Got a secret

> Yandere Masumi x f/reader

> topping: Masumi finds out about your little secret

TW: dubcon, noncon, Yandere, dark content, toy use, mirror, Invisible sex, rough sex, sir kink, slight degradation, kinda self insert, dumbificaton, overstimulation, hair pulling, choking, being stepped on, orgasm denial, stalking, oral (f/receiving), commander kink, stalking, slight use of masturbation

very self-ship- my man I love him <3

reblogs, likes, and interactions are welcomed

Masumi was not a man of secrets- he was always honest with anyone and everyone around him. Whatever he said, he meant it all. Sure, it could be seen as too harsh, but facts are facts. It goes to say, keeping a secret from him won’t be easy. Masumi was always very observant of people’s mannerisms. From this, he could assume other people’s perspectives very well. With his handy ability, it wasn’t hard to find out anything about anyone. Ironically, as much as he is an honest Oni- Masumi is annoyed with what he’s feeling.

It wasn’t the right time, to be honest with his feelings- but it’s not like emotions had a pause button. Masumi may or not have feelings for you- it was a cute small crush since you were a cute recruit, but the more time you were with him, the more his feelings got overwhelming. Under his cold eyes, Masumi loves you- he would want to be more than just to be your commander. It would’ve been nice to have you in his arms. If it weren’t for the fact that the Oni were risking their lives at the moment, he would’ve blatantly told you this.

Begrudgingly, he kept his mannerisms subtle between you and him, though you never noticed. He always kept his eyes on you. Keeping notes on your personal mannerisms, your likes, and dislikes… He notices how your mood changes depending on the way you talk, or the way your energy seems so much brighter when your hobbies are the topic of the conversation, then changing to what topic upsets you. You never noticed his gaze, but Karou did. As much as it would be helpful to take his advice and “just ask them out,” the timing wasn’t right in his mind.

Though it itched him a bit that he had a feeling you were hiding something. There were times you were too quiet about something in a conversation and times you seemed to avoid talking to those around you. There were also moments when you also seemed to just leave and never mention a reason why. You left him with so many questions- why do you leave so soon? Why do you avoid certain topics? Sure, there were many reasons, but he would like to know the specific reason.

He may or may not start to follow you. Sure, it wasn’t right, but he needed to know why you were so avoidant and what you were hiding. He just couldn’t let it slide. If he didn’t do this, the main factor of having a traitor or a spy would be left aside, and it would risk many of Oni's lives.

Masumi didn’t need to be invisible. Following you home was easy, so saving his ability for a more useful moment made more sense. Figuring out the lock of your house wasn't so hard, either. Creeping in your house for the first time, he still had time before his ability was overused.

When he was in your home, he heard a sound. It was coming from what looked like your bedroom.

Moaning.

You were moaning? He took a peek at the door, slightly creaked open, and low and behold your naked body and a vibrating dildo on your clit. Hearing you moan and whimper, and an extra kicker- you were moaning out his name! This was quite a secret… Who knew you had feelings for him- and even better, slut yourself like this? It was cute.

Still invisible, he walked towards you. Holding the toy, he pushed it in your cunt. It was no surprise that you started to squirm. He helped your wrist with one hand, and stood between your legs, and fucked your weeping cunt. He increased the vibration level and thrust the toy deeper into you. He saw how your legs started to tremble and with your back arching, that was a hint that you were close. He was close to using the limit of his ability to do it once you came and when it was done, he ran out of time to use it. This revealed the intruder in your home.

It was a surprise to see your commander invade your personal space, seeing you at your most vulnerable. And even worse, he used his ability to hide. You didn't want Masumi- your commander, the man who you always had eyes for- to find out about this.

“Well, now I see how you feel for me. Since I’m here, how about I continue to find out more about you?” Without a minute to waste, Masumi backed up a bit and placed his foot on your cunt. Moving his foot in circular motions on your clit- your body started to feel the heat of your cunt burn inside you. “Well, you’re one nasty whore, huh? You’re moaning to someone’s foot on your cunt.”

With no response from you, he kicked your hole gently. “I expect an answer, even from a dumb whore.” A small moan came out of your lips. Then a small “Y-yes…”

There was another small kick and a hard stomp on your cunt again. “ I’m sorry? Repeat that properly.” You gave a small yelp and a louder response, saying, “Y-yes, Commander, Sir! I-I’m a pathetic whore…” A small chuckle came from him. “ So even a whore is smart enough to know their place…” He lifted his foot up. “Now, on the bed again. I want you all on fours, ass up, face on the pillow, got it?” You croaked out, “Yes, Commander, Sir.” Without any hesitation, you crawled to the bed on all fours, ass up. As much as you were humiliated from the position you were in-the idea of getting fucked by your commander caused a sudden rise of arousal instead.

You were waiting to feel anything from him. It wasn’t long before you felt a wet lick on your cunt. You could feel his wet tongue gliding along your slit, slowly making its way in your hole and feeling your walls. You could feel the pleasure of him sucking on your clit and feeling the pleasure get to you. Moaning loudly, you wanted to squirm away from him, but you also wanted him deeper in your pussy. Feeling yourself slowly go for your next orgasm, you raised your ass higher as the feeling got more intense, only to sadly lose it once he lifted his mouth up from your pussy.

A small whine came from you. You were so close to an orgasm. But Masumi didn’t want to give you that yet. He wanted you to beg for it, to make you admit you wanted it so badly. He was slowly fingering your wet hole- enough to stimulate you, but not enough for you to cum. “You seem upset. How about telling me what you want me to do?”

“S-sir, I want to cum…” “How do you plan on doing that, exactly?” He had a small hint of a condescending tone. “Sir, p-please…” “Please what, whore? You keep whining, so how about being more clear on what you want?” “Please fuck me! Make me cum, I need your c-cock…” Masumi had never shown such emotion, his eyes were in deep lust and satisfaction at your dirty little secret. Taking off his jacket and shirt- leaving him with only his jeans, boxers, and his hard member still in his jeans.

“Good. You finally used your words.” Masumi unbuckled his belt. He pulled down his jeans and boxers, then took out his hard cock. Without a word, he pushed himself in your warm wet pussy, inserting it all the way in. Without a moment to spare, he roughly thrust his length in your hole. Masumi placed a hand on your neck, lightly choking you. It felt so good to have him fuck you like this. You never imagined the day that your commander would be doing this. His cock filled your hole so good and you were a mess, groaning and moaning till you came.

But that wasn’t over. No, Masumi fucked your cunt and forced you to cum over and over, for God knows how many times. You were being choked by his hand, unable to protest. Slowly, you started to go blank. You were losing your mind and you couldn’t do anything but moan. You let him use your body in any way he wanted, then Masumi suddenly grabbed your hair and pulled it closer to him. “You like your body being used like this?” You didn’t have the mental capacity to say anything and simply nodded.

“Too fucked to even say yes? My, you’re already fucked stupid, huh, slut?” Masumi pulled your body closer to his, and soon his thrusts started to become more intense. His member started to lose his rhythm and he increased his pace. Feeling this, you started to nearly scream out your moans. They got louder, and your body was about to collapse. But Masumi wouldn’t give it a rest, not until one more round. “You're mine from now on- my girl, yeah?”

Feeling your body tense up, you nodded. Trying to get any word out of you, you said, “A-ah…Yes, Sir. I-I’m all y-yours. P-please makes m-me yours…” With a few more thrusts and rubbing your clit with his fingers, you came all over his cock alongside him, cumming in you. Masumi filled your walls with his cum, painting it white. You collapsed on the bed and he collapsed too, right next to your body. Having a small moment to breathe, you moved closer to him and laid close to his chest. “My, my, suddenly you're all snuggly? Feeling so good, after you just got your home invaded?” You responded, “As long as it’s you, I’m all yours, Sir. Always have, always will be.”

Before drifting off, you gave a small peck on his lips to make it clear how you felt towards him, and to make it official. You're his forever.

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chikaiomoi · 3 years

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distracting

characters: dabi (touya) x f!reader

title: distracting

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, skullfucking, degradation, daddy kink, dubcon/noncon, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, breeding kink

synopsis:

you’ve been partnered with touya for a college assignment and damn he wants to ruin your perfect little image. inspired by a quote from this prompt list.

[college au]

“You’re too distracting with your handsome face and... your... everything!”

A smirk spreads onto his features when the words spill from your lips. Touya leans against his doorway, arm against the frame, head tilted down to hold your gaze. “Is that so?” he hums.

“Y-yes!” You huff, hands planted on your hips, glaring at him with a pout that he wants to kiss so badly.

He doesn’t want to date you. No, no, no. To Touya, you’re nothing more than a conquest - a goody-two-shoes that he wants to defile. He wants to ruin you, to break you until you’re nothing but a slutty mess begging for his cock. He wants you writhing on his bed, legs spread, makeup smudged, eyes teary. He wants you absolutely fucked out.

“Well, dollface, why don’t you come in and show me just how handsome you think I am?” he says, but he knows that won’t work. You’re not the kind of girl to bend over that easily, and that is what he finds so fun. He’s been wearing you down for weeks now. When the two of you were partnered for your college assignment, he rolled his eyes, but now? It was a blessing in disguise. Back then, he hadn’t known how cute your blush was when embarrassed, or how utterly addicting the quiet noises you made were when you think he’s not there.

Touya wants nothing more than to turn this nerd into a cock-hungry slut.

As expected, your cheeks turn beet-red. “N-no way! That’s... As if I’d just drop to my-”

He’s sick of wasting time, now. You fancy him, he wants to fuck you - it’s now or never.

He yanks you in, his large hand grasping your wrist firmly. The door slams behind you and he shoves you against it, lips crashing against yours. The kiss is hot, hard and completely under Touya’s control.

Fingers clamp around your jaw as he breaks from the kiss, cerulean eyes meeting yours. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he whispers, voice husky. “You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, ‘kay?” He waits for your hesitant nod before continuing. “Then I’m going to fuck your little hole until it’s red raw, yeah? If you’re a good girl, I’ll take care of it afterwards.”

You don’t have time to answer before he shoves you to his knees, working his belt with nimble digits. Before you know it, his cock is out before you, thick and throbbing, semi-erect, as if all of the taunting and teasing is almost enough to get him at full mast. Of course it is. There’s nothing in the world that he loves more than teasing girls who blush at the mere mention of sex.

Oh, wait, yes, there’s one thing.

Fucking them.

You take too long wrapping your pretty little lips around his cock, so he speeds it up for you. When your mouth opens, he grasps your hair in a tight hold and thrusts his length into the warmth of your mouth.

“Fuck...” he groans, feet shuffling on the floor so he stands in a better position. “You don’t know how to suck cock, d’ya?” he asks with a grunt, brushing hair from your face with his free hand. “Fine, I’ll take control.” As if he wasn’t already in control.

He doesn’t care that this isn’t something you’re used to, he’s going to get off how he wants. He fucks your throat with as much vigor as he would any other hole, throbbing balls smacking against your chin. Part of him is tempted to cum down your fucked throat and watch you swallow his load, but he’ll save that for another time.

You gasp for breath when he pulls his cock out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his length. Grasping his shaft, he rubs the saliva all around your mouth with his tip, chuckling as his eyes remain glued on you.

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” he coos. “C’mon, on your feet. Go to my room. I don’t want Keigo coming home and seeing your fine ass.” He spanks said fine ass before pushing you towards his bedroom, keen to avoid his roommate’s certain desire to join in.

“Crawl on the bed,” he orders and - oh, you’re such a good girl for him. He’s tempted to praise you from the way you obey him so easily, but not yet; he has to break you before he praises you.

Your skirt is easy to flip up and your panties are easy to tear away, and his cock is so hard that he doesn’t care about prepping you other than a few swipes of his fingers against your folds.

“Oh?” he chuckles upon feeling the slick damp between your legs. “Did getting skullfucked turn you on, hm?” You say nothing, so he crashes his palm onto your backside. “I asked you a question, bitch.”

You cry out and whimper, toes curling into the bedsheets in a way that almost has him weak at the knees. “Y-yes, Touya...”

Touya smirks. “No, no, no, you don’t get to call me Touya.” He leans down and bites your shoulder, your squeal like music to his ears. “Right now, I’m your master. I’m your owner. I’m your daddy. So, I’ll ask you again. Did getting skullfucked turn you on?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper.

“Mm, good girl.” Barely a second passes before his tip nudges against your hole. His hands hold your hips in a vice-like grip, nails digging into your tender flesh. When he pushes inside you, he watches you like a hawk.

You cry out and curl your fingers into the bedsheets, the grip so tight that your knuckles pale, as if holding on for dear life will make it any easier to take his thick erection.

“Fuck, you’re tight - shiiit.” His head drops back as he groans, pleasure swimming through every limb. Your walls squeeze and tug on him, as if begging him to utterly destroy you. And because he’s a good master, he obeys your pleading cunt, and he pounds into you as if there’s no tomorrow.

Your cries and moans fill the room and your little pleads for him to slow down or be more gentle are completely ignored. His hips work overtime, the bed rocking, wooden headboard banging so loud on the wall that neighbours next door and below are sure to hear.

“Take it...” Touya groans, head dropping forward as he wrecks your tight little pussy with his veiny cock. “Take it like a good girl, yeah? Look how you suck me in- fuuuck.”

Your cries of daddy, daddy, daddy when you cum and writhe on his cock work like magic and he can’t help himself. Not that he ever planned anything different, but he absolutely cannot stop himself from slamming his dick deep into you and spilling his hot load inside you. You protest, but he doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, you’re his and he can breed you if he fucking wants to.

He pulls out and flops onto the mattress, arms wrapping around you to pull you close to his chest. “Shit, baby doll, think you got me addicted to that cunt.” You’re trembling like a baby deer in headlights, so he strokes your spine with gentle caresses. “Fuck, nearly forgot.”

Touya lays you on your back and crawls down your body, peppering kisses over you until he reaches the sweet spot between your legs. “I made a promise, didn’t I?”

Touya always keeps his promises to his good girls.

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NiceGuyJohnny : NCT

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. When you get fired, your sneaky link Johnny tells you that all your idol fuck buddies will take care of you. You don’t feel good about just taking their money, so Johnny suggests being an exclusive cam girl for your idols, and he helps you for your first session.

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“You know we’re all going to support you,” Johnny says, taking a seat next to you to engulf your crying form in a warm hug. He smells like Jaehyun, and you worry that maybe they’d been together when you’d called to tell Johnny you’d been fired and needed him.

“I can’t ask you guys to do that for me.”

“Support you?” Johnny laughs as if you’re being crazy. “Supporting you is what friends do.”

Except he’s not really your ‘friend’, and supporting doesn’t mean simply being ‘a shoulder to cry on’.

“You’re not my sugar daddies.”

You hear Johnny scoff. “The necklace you’re wearing would beg to differ.”

His large hand wraps around the nape of your neck, tugging at the pearls he’d gifted you when you’d originally been hired- and stolen away from the job that had allowed you to meet him and all your other idol fuck buddies in the first place.

“If you feel bad about just ‘taking’ our money then...” Johnny sighs, nosing your cheek so you look up at him, “become a cam girl for us or something.”

“A cam girl?”

“Yeah. Record it when you fuck us. I’m sure we’ll all watch, and pay tips.” He presses a kiss to your nose, wiping away your tears.

Money. Tips. Filming while you have sex. The idea is intriguing.

“I don’t know if anyone will go for that-” You shake your head.

“Just think about it baby. You’ll be surprised.”

Johnny’s thought of everything, down to a link invite only cam room. You’d sent the url out to all the men you’d thought would be interested, telling them to simply join at ten pm, if they want to.

You wait anxiously, sitting on your bed watching the clock while Johnny messes around with the camera.

“It’s ten,” you breathe when the clock changes, signifying the start of your stream.

“Are you worried princess?” Johnny smirks, looking up at you from the camera, he’s always able to see right through you.

“What if no one comes?” you pout.

Johnny’s eyes go down to his phone. “The entire Got7 Hyung Line is already in the room. Didn’t realize you were so close with them.” Your heart leaps in your chest, eyes going to the camera.

“Hi,” you say, waving. “Fuck. Johnny, I’m so awkward-”

There are a few dinging sounds and Johnny grins. “Jinyoung says it’s cute, and he tipped you three hundred dollars.”

Your jaw drops. It was that easy? You haven’t even taken your clothes off yet!

Johnny was right about one thing, your fuck buddies do want to take care of you.

There are a bunch of dings in a row and Johnny frowns. “Are you fucking all of Ateez?” He knows that you have fun with a few other idols, but he’s never made you clarify who you sleep with.

You shake your head. “No but I’m friends with all of them. Are they all in the room?”

“I think a few of them are. It’s hard to tell with user names. DarkHwa and Joongie could be Seonghwa and Hongjoong, which would make these other two... San? and Mingi?” His eyes continue to scan the names of people popping into the room. “Looks like a few Stray Kids are coming on too.” Johnny tells you, deeming it a good time to start.

Johnny adjusts the computer one more time. It’s facing you, and you can see yourself on the screen, the side is covered with messages already, but the laptop is too far away for you to read them.

“Test show, right, baby?” Johnny asks. “Just a taste?”

You nod, licking your lips. You try to ignore the little green light on your computer, focusing your attention on the wonderful idol whose big brain has never once failed you.

Johnny gets on the floor between your legs. The two of you had discussed what you were comfy doing for your first ‘show,’ and you had decided that letting him eat you out is a good idea-

Johnny always worships you, eager to make you cum on his tongue, so you truly have to ‘allow’ him to have access to his favourite pastime.

Yes, you decided that letting him eat you out is a good idea.

Not too exposed on camera, his head will be hiding for most of it, but you’ll get to have a good time, and see if cam-girl-ing for ‘your idols’ will be a good idea.

“You’re so cute. Who’s shirt is this?” Johnny tugs on the bottom of the oversized shirt you’re wearing as a dress and your skin heats up.

You hadn’t realized whose shirt you’d thrown on when you’d woken up. “Jae’s?” you smile.

“Which Jae” Johnny nips at your thigh, reminding you of your promiscuous reputation, which makes you feel dirty in the best way.

“Jaehyun’s,” you clarify, “from NCT.”

“Take it off,” Johnny tells you, and you quickly do as you’re told, watching the comment section blow up- from Johnny’s jealousy towards his group member, or from your newly exposed chest, you’re not sure.

You’re naked now, having decided against panties, and Johnny softly puts one of your legs on his shoulder.

He turns his head, kissing up your thigh, taking his time while you get a good grip on his pretty hair, but soon you’re feeling like you’re too visible.

You push your chest up, grabbing at your own breasts as your anticipation heightens.

You lick your lips, watching Johnny intently as he breathes against your pussy, making you whine impatiently in the quiet of the room.

“Johnny, please-” the words spill from your lips, and you realize the camera is making you want to put on a show. You want to be more verbal, to slip into character, the sub that Johnny calls his ‘little cock slut’.

You’re different with each man you’re with, each idol getting a different taste of you, and you realize that this cam show can highlight your duality.

Johnny smiles and presses a soft kiss to your clit, tongue swiping up your folds. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he muses.

“So wet,” you agree, pouting. “Need to cum, I’m so-” your words are lost when Johnny dives into your heat, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and flicking his tongue.

You throw your hands down, fingers digging into Johnny’s hair and you moan, head tossed back as you bask in the feeling.

Your free hand works it’s way up to your chest again and you tweak one of your nipples, earning another jolt of pleasure that has your whines getting louder.

Johnny adjusts your legs on his shoulders, fingers digging into your thigh. His tongue continues to work magic on your pussy, Johnny is one of the best idols at oral, and you’ll swear by it with your life.

“Fuck, daddy-” You moan, falling into your sub space as Johnny works you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Johnny pulls away and your eyes snap open, you’re ready to fight him when he smiles at you. “Only good girls get to cum,” he tells you. “Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, fuck, I’m a good girl,” you tell him, hearing your computer buzz with the sound of coins, signifying donations and tips.

“Are you really?” Johnny pulls farther away from your pussy, moving his lips to your thigh again and giving the camera a taste of what your pussy looks like. “Because I’m starting to think you’re a bit of a whore.”

His words don’t hurt you, Johnny is too nice to mean what he’s saying. He enjoys knowing you fuck other guys and you know it, but this is the Mean Daddy Character he likes to slip into, and you don’t mind.

“No daddy, I promise,” you pout, grabbing at his hair again. “I’m good for you, always.” Your eyes go to the computer. “I bet they all think I’m a good girl.”

Johnny grins against your thigh. He loves seeing how easy this is for you, loves hearing the coins from the computer and knowing you’re being successful.

“Read what they’re saying baby,” Johnny says, pulling the desk and computer closer to you both before he returns his mouth to your clit again.

“Fuck-” you bite your lip and try to focus on the computer as Johnny’s tongue strokes your clit. “ValentineJae97 says ‘if you don’t make her cum, I’ll come down here and do it for you’.” A gasp leaves your lips when Johnny slips two fingers inside of you.

“Keep reading,” he reminds you.

Your pussy is practically throbbing around Johnny’s digits. “PubGMarkT says, ‘Your fingering skills match your gaming skills, could be better’.” You cry out when Johnny crooks his digits, hitting your G-spot expertly.

“Cum for me baby,” Johnny breathes, looking up at you with dark eyes before his tongue returns to your clit.

You lean backwards, upper body still visible to the computer that watches you clamp down on Johnny’s fingers, skin tingling as waves of pleasure hit you.

Moans leave your lips, your digits digging into Johnny’s hair and tugging to no avail, besides, you know you’ll pay for this later.

When Johnny’s finally done with you, he forces you to sit up, directing your face right in front of the camera. Then he offers you his slick covered fingers. You greedily suck them off, not worrying about being sloppy, you know the men in your chat room will love it.

“What do we say when daddy is nice to us?” Johnny asks.

“Thank you,” you breathe, looking up at him.

“And what do we say to the nice men who came to watch you?”

Your eyes shift to the camera. “Thank you.”

You look wrecked and you know it-

The sound of coins makes your smile widen. Johnny closes your lap top.

“Fucking Mark Tuan and Jaehyun,” he says, running a hand through his hair, then he looks at your naked body. “Get on the bed baby, I’m not done with you.”

“Oh, you’re not?” You tease, feeling more loose with your soft dom now that the camera is off.

“You think you’re so funny.” Johnny turns and pushes you onto the bed.

You land on your back and grin up at your lover. “Yes, daddy, I do.”

“Don’t quote Nicki Minaj at me. You’ve been hanging around Ten too often.”

“And whose fault is that, huh?” You push at Johnny’s thigh with your foot, cocking your head to the side and smiling up at him. “Now come here.” You grab at Johnny and pull him forward until he lands half on top of you.

He shakes his head at you and sits up, getting onto his knees while you wrap your legs around his waist. Johnny grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off.

You groan at the sight. “When do you even find time to work out so much?” you ask, your greedy hands grabbing at his abdomen and gliding up to his strong shoulders as he boxes you in against the bed.

“Do you want a mean answer?” He grabs your jaw and uses his body to push the both of you up until you’re by his pillows, giving you both plenty of space, “or have you been a good girl?”

So he’s playing this game still. You suppose it’s fun, even without a camera. Looking up into Johnny’s brown eyes you find yourself smiling, “What do you think, daddy?”

Johnny laughs. “I was going to say you were a bad girl,” he admits, “but with sweet answers like that- I forgot what I was even asking you.”

He presses his lips into yours, his entire body flattening you against the bed as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist.

Johnny’s hands find yours and he brings them above your head, pinning you by your wrists before you’re even registering what he’s doing.

Johnny slips his tongue into your mouth and you moan sinfully, pushing your hips up against his, eager now more than ever.

Your lover laughs at the way you push up against him, his free hand finding your waist to hold you down. He kisses you deeply, and when Johnny finally pulls away, it takes a moment for your eyes to flutter open.

“Can I ask you something?” Johnny questions, and there’s a sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart hammer in your chest.

“Yeah?” You try to catch your breath, but it’s difficult with your hands still pinned above your head and Johnny’s sweatpant-clad lower half pressing against your bare core.

“Condoms or raw?”

“Fuck you Suh!” you laugh, wiggling in his grasp until he releases your hands so you can grab his face and force his giggling to end with angry kisses.

You’d thought he had something serious to ask, and for a moment, some dark parts of your mind had delighted at the far off ideas of something more than fuck buddies or sugar baby/daddy connections with Johnny-

“My name’s daddy, not Suh,” Johnny reminds you between kisses, but he allows you to roll into a dominant position- or what you think is a dominant position for all of two seconds - and then he’s sitting up and grabbing your throat, taking all of the control yet again.

He holds himself up with one hand on the bed, and his teeth nip at the underside of your jaw. You think he’s about to say something serious again, and then- “For real, I’m taking this as a condoms night, right?”

“Just because I hate you.” You can’t help but laugh and groan at him.

“it’s for the best, safe sex with idols is a good idea.” Johnny’s voice softens suddenly and he presses a kiss to your cheek. He tosses you down onto the bed, and you’re overcome by a wave of euphoria due to the size kink of it all and his easy ability to manhandle you.

You watch him head to his closet and fish out a box of condoms. His back is so beautiful. He’s turning all too soon- and you’re met with another gorgeous view.

Johnny heads towards the bed, tearing the condom package open. “How do you want it, beautiful?”

You smile up at him, opening your arms. “Standard, but manhandle me a little, please?”

Johnny laughs as he kicks off his pants, sliding a condom onto his cock and getting between your legs. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Johnny,” you scoff, “how many times have we fucked?”

“Not this this,” Johnny rolls his eyes, “this as in cam girl stuff.”

“Honestly?” you tighten your legs around his waist, “i think it’s great. Now fuck me? Pretty please?”

Johnny kisses you when he pushes his length into your core.

You’re wet from all the teasing and having cum on his tongue, but he’s so big that it really stretches you out. You dig your nails into his shoulders, gasping into his mouth when he’s fully inside of you.

“Fuck whoever you want,” Johnny kisses your nose, “but no one is ever going to fuck you the way I can.”

“Promise?” you whimper, tightening your legs around his waist as he begins to find a fast rhythm that has you moaning with each harsh snap of his hips.

Johnny laughs. He doesn't have to say anything else, he’s proving it.

He holds himself over you with biceps that are perfect for biting, and when you turn to kiss one, Johnny laughs. “How far gone are you, gorgeous?”

You moan in response, clawing at his chest with your other hand while he hikes your leg higher on his hip. You remember your request to be manhandled, and suddenly, Johnny is pushing himself off of you and pressing down into your thighs, forcing them up and closer to your own chest.

He doesn’t do anything you can’t handle, and he’s trained you for this sort of thing for months (it really helps to be flexible when fucking the likes of Johnny Suh, Park Jinyoung and Kim Taehyung).

You whimper at the way this forces his cock deeper into you, and Johnny watches you with amusement. “Rub your clit for me, baby girl. Make yourself cum for Daddy.”

You suck on your fingers for a moment to get them nice and wet before bringing them down to your clit.

You moan loudly at the pleasure that courses through you at the contact, and Johnny increases his thrusts, digging his fingers into your thighs and snapping his hips harder.

“Nipples too baby,” Johnny reminds you, eyes on your chest. He knows you so well, knows how you enjoy to have your chest toyed with.

Johnny makes sure you have everything, and soon, you’re having one of the best orgasms of your life.

Johnny presses his lips to yours when you cum, eating up your gasps and suckling on your lower lip as his hips force you into the mattress, his own orgasm keeping him going until you’re both sweaty and exhausted.

Johnny stays on top of you for a moment, moving his face to your chest so you can cradle his head. You’re not sure how long you stay in silence, but when Johnny finally looks up at you, his brown eyes are that pretty, soft colour you adore.

“Shower?”

You laugh, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

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