Im burnt out and horny

20F, overly sexual I have too much and too little time on my hands

[junhuiscent]

Private Folder

: ̗̀➛ pairing: pervy bsf jun x female reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Jun has been your best friend for years but you never knew that he’s actually been obsessed with you this whole time. Until he sends you a sudden nude whilst away in China which changes the dynamic.

: ̗̀➛ WC: 3.5k

: ̗̀➛ cw: smut, mutual masterbation, sexting, phone sex, idol! jun, creepy behaviour, established friendship, voyeurism, nudes, dirty talk, teasing, dom! jun, sub! reader, obsessive behaviour

You have always been lucky. You might not be crazy rich, or strikingly pretty, but you truly have the best friend in the world. Wen Junhui.

It's the times when you have him blowing up your phone when you don't reply, cooking chinese food when your stomach rumbles and the pair of pink slippers nustled into his hallway designated for you that make you realise that no man will ever live up to him.

He has been exceeding your expectations since the night you met him. The night your friend ditched you at the club for some dick, leaving you, in flawless makeup and an outfit you had been planning for days somehow contemplating going home.

Purse in hand, you caught sight of a him cutting through the crowd —suspiciously good looking and his smile reeking of "Are you open-minded?". You gripped the strap tighter, breath stalling, but instead of trying to get you drunk or onto the dance floor, he stayed beside you all night.

Since then, Jun had been at every birthday party, been through every breakup and been by your side through every moment you needed him — he's your constant. The one who will always stay.

Never once has a single hint of hesitation hit you when telling him all your worries. All the times you used to be crying on your bed, gut clenched at the realisation you had no one to talk to now couldn't feel like a more distant memory.

Chest tightening, you remind yourself not to take him for granted. Although, he certainly likes to make it difficult when he abandons everything for your needs. Like that time he skipped dance practice so you could have a sleepover the night your ex broke up with you.

Looking around at your empty room, you tuck away your pink slippers into your highest cupboard. They look far too lonely when they aren't in his apartment, accompanied by his grey pair. You yank at your charger, expecting a reply, only to be left with another painful reminder of his busy schedule.

Three months into his filming in China, and you're certain you are one minor inconvenience away from insanity.

You’d be lying if you said you didn't have moments — close calls. His hands brushing yours. Lingering looks. Him wiping your tears with his shirt sleeve. But you would never dare to cross the line.

You couldn't. He’s your best friend. Always has been. What would you do if it fucks things up?

However, Jun percieves you differently.

After years of being friends, it became impossible for him to keep seeing you not getting treated how you deserved. You'd be happier with him. How could you not see this?

Every time he comforts you, every sleepover you have, every tear he wipes from your cheek, the urge swells. At first it was his desire to comfort you— to love you. But it's rotted into something darker, something dirtier gnawing at him from the inside.

It's a quiet obsession that he isn't exactly proud of, yet he can't deny it. He especially can't deny it at times when you're curled up on his lap wearing his hoodie with those tiny fucking shorts you love. His dick pressing against his zipper as he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it.

But the last thing he wants is to make you feel uncomfortable or to push your boundaries and lose you forever.

So every memory becomes a part of his private folder. He saves voicenotes of you saying his name, photos of you sleeping beside him, even screenshots of times you were being accidentally flirty over text.

He reassures himself that it's just a way to keep himself controlled, that he needs an output for his desires, but even he is aware of how much he's slipping into his fantasy rather than the reality that could shatter if he moves too fast.

And now that he hasn't seen you in three months, he's spiralling. He thinks about you constantly, reading your texts over and over whilst he's on set. He thinks about how soft your skin must be, his cock getting harder from just imagining the feel of you in his arms again.

He predicted this might be the case when he left for China so he did something new. It was always a fantasy he dared not to admit. But he had no choice when he stayed round yours for the final sleepover. Each deep, rhythmic breath of yours coaxing his eyes to your underwear drawer.

Jun now laid on his bed. His figure adorned only his grey sweatpants and a pair of your white lace panties in his grasp.

You, however, were at Mingyu and Wonwoo's place. They were two friends Jun introduced you to recently as he instructed them to look after you whilst he was gone.

You were now curled up on their couch, phone balancing on your stomach, half-waiting for Jun to reply to your last message.

The three of you had fallen into a routine by now: Mingyu cooking too much, Wonwoo gaming on call, and you sneaking photos to send to Jun like you were documenting your survival.

It wasn’t the same without him. Mingyu and Wonwoo were sweet, loud, and distracting — but they weren’t Jun.

With the silence from your phone beginning to get nauseatingly loud, you snap a quick selfie to Jun, silently hoping it will prompt a faster response.

It's a simple photo — you, Jun's hoodie pooling at your waist, watching tv with Mingyu on their couch.

Grinning to yourself, you caption the selfie, 'bet you miss me more than i miss you' and hit send.

Jun didn’t mean to open it while he was half-hard, shirtless and lazy on his bed… but now he couldn’t stop staring.

Grip tightening on his phone, he looks back to your panties laced within his hand, mentally piecing the sight together with your selfie — the formed image driving himself insane. His hand instinctively reaches for his cock, carelessly pulling it out of his sweats as if it was routine.

He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself when he was this hard. He zoomed in on your neck, mind wandering to how soft your skin is there. Thinking about how much he wants to grab it and hold you down. Letting his hand trail over his sensitive tip, he hums in pleasure as he lets his head roll back.

Fueled by his ache, he lets the soft, pure fabric meet his dick, wiping his precum, not realising how far this would lead him. The contact with his cock and your panties made him twitch, imagining how you'd look in them— how you'd look in them beneath him.

Jaw tightening and head spiralling, the realisation that he can't escape this situation hits him. Yet, he doesn't fight it. He knows better than to fight it when he can feel his hunger surging with every bead of sweat accumulating on his forehead.

His cock twitches further into your panties and before he can process his actions, he's got them wrapped around the base.

The hotel room is cold, nothing like the view on his bed. His abs gleam with a thin sheen of sweat, sweatpants sitting low enough to reveal the girth of his cock, partially veiled by your damp underwear.

He's far too deep in the fantasy, far too deep for any critical thinking, his mind only containing you and his need for you to finally acknowledge him in the way he craves.

Pulling out his phone, with his brain barely present, Jun snaps a photo as a response to yours. The only difference being that his photo back contains his dick wrapped up in your panties.

It comes with no warning. The innocent notification buzzing against your stomach like a hug, fooling you into a sense of comfort.

You opened the message expecting a selfie. Instead, it was him. Hard. With panties—your panties, looped around the base.

Oh my god. That’s yours — that’s your underwear wrapped around his cock like some kind of trophy.

And he knows. He fucking knows you’re looking at it. He wants you to look at it. Wants you to see how hard he is for you, even when he’s not here. You can’t breathe.

Now you’re in Mingyu’s bathroom, phone shaking in your hands, thighs pressed tight together like that’ll help anything. What the fuck does this mean?

You build up the courage and face the image again, drinking in the view. His dick— your best friend Junhui's dick. You couldn't help but notice every detail.

Your phone showed every vein, it showed just how hard he was.. for you. And without warning, it was now seared into your memory.

Yet you didn't mind it.

You didn't mind the thought of Jun, thick, flushed and twitching into your panties that he must have stolen from you.

And the thought of what is happening outside the image, him in that hotel room with his hand wrapped around himself, panting your name whilst jerking his cock into your underwear.

Palms sweating, you notice the slight v-lines visible in the corner of the image causing your to almost choke on your saliva.

This only lead you to imagine his face— fuck, that pretty face. Probably just as flushed as his tip.

You catch a quick glimpse of your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your state mirroring your imagination of Jun in this current moment.

Your face flushed a bright rosy shade and the stark light above you making you feel far too exposed, yet also lighting up the image on your phone as if it's going to burn through your retinas— or maybe that's just due to your staring.

Around you, you can still hear the muffled sound of Mingyu and Wonwoo discussing the TV, yet with every beat of your heart increasing in volume, and your breath slowly getting heavier, it became much easier to ignore.

Was it a mistake? But fuck, what if it wasn't?

Either way, you can't deny the fact that it's your panties he stole. And it's your panties he's jerking off with.

That thought alone makes your breath shallow, hitched and humiliatingly loud.

With your hands tightening around your phone screen, you open your messages, yet you can't manage to type. Your trembling fingers hover over the keyboard as if they are haunting it.

Looking down, you view the picture again, heat Instantly spreading through your chest, the sensation travelling down your stomach.. and lower.

You couldn't stop staring, thoughtlessly imagining the heat spreading through your body was his touch. That his long, slender fingers were the ones carresing your inner thighs and the dizziness you felt was from him yanking your head back.

You had to collect your thoughts — your emotions.

Finally, you typed

You: 'Did you mean to send that to me?'

Every second that passes feels like torture. Your body and mind unable to cope with the perverse thoughts of what could be taking him so long.

Jun is lying in his hotel bed, half watching some random chinese tv show. His free hand tracing a lazy trail down his stomach, fingers slipping just under his waistband. He isn't exactly paying much attention to any of it though. In his eyes, you are the only thing that matters. The phone buzzes and he leans up, seeing your response. Jun pauses, considering his response.

Buzz

Jun's name lights up your screen. You don't touch it right away. Your chest tight, breath stalling as you almost drop your phone when you scramble to read his reply.

Jun: 'Yes.'

That's it? What's up with him.? You bring your knees up onto the closed toilet lid where you are sitting, your mind completely blank yet still full of questions. But aside your curiousity, your stomach stirs and your thighs rub together.

You are left with only one word as your solution.

You: 'Why?'

Jun shifts, pulling his hand from his waist. He sits up, the blanket bunching at his hips. He types, licking his bottom lip, considering his response. How was he supposed to tell you the truth? That he was obsessed?

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

His response was faster this time.

Jun: 'Was thinking about you' 'Wanted you to see it' 'To see how much I miss you'

Your knees weaken. Your breath gets heavier. Is this really happening? You don't even think before replying.

You: 'You're insane. I'm at Mingyu and Wonwoo's!'

Jun chuckles, shifting to lay back against the headboard, resting the phone against his chest.

Jun: 'Then be quiet for me.'

You stare at the message for a moment. Your skin tingling with heat as you subconsciously fan yourself. Biting your lip, you look back at the photo he sent before responding.

You: 'In the photo.. is that mine?'

A smirk curves Jun's lips as he reads your reply. His thumb tracing along the bare skin of his hip.

Jun: 'You're smart enough to figure that out' 'I bet they look better on you'

Your stomach flips at his words. It's a tone you've never heard from him before and it feels as though every thing he says sends a signal straight through your body.

You: 'What were you thinking!?'

His reply is instant.

Jun: 'Are you really that desperate to know what I was thinking about with your panties wrapped around my hard dick, hm?' 'Isn't it obvious?'

Jun pauses to think about what was on his mind. The image of you in those exact panties had been burned behind his eyelids. He'd been thinking about it nonstop for days at this point. He couldn't get you out of his system.

Jun: 'I've been thinking about you' 'About what I'd do if you were here' Your thumb hovers over the keyboard. You type something back but delete it. Your heart beat becoming the only distinguishable sound over the hesitant tap of your typing.

You: 'Tell me'

Again, he replies almost instantly. As if he'd ridden this train of thought a hundred times before.

Jun:'I’d have you on your knees right now' 'I’d pull your hair back so I could see your face'

Jun's hand curls around his length, squeezing. It's a poor, poor replacement for what he really wants. He closes his eyes, his mind already creating a picture, just picturing you there with him, all to himself.

Jun: 'I'd make you open your mouth for me.' 'I wouldn’t stop until you were a mess.' 'Then I’d use my tongue, my fingers, my dick. I'd make you feel so good.'

You close your eyes and picture it. Your legs feel restless. You rub your thighs together desperately in a pathetic attempt to ease your need for any kind of friction.

Steps faltering, you stumble your way to unlocking the bathroom door. Relief floods you, both Mingyu and Wonwoo are asleep in their rooms — unaware.

As if he could sense your movements, your phone starts ringing. Sharp against the counter, sudden enough to make your heart skip.

It’s him.

Your fingers hover over the screen. Breath catches. A pulse races through your chest, slowing only when you finally swipe to answer.

“Hey,” his voice hums through the line, low and deliberate, like he’s already inside your head.

His voice sounds soft and deep, that tone which you have been missing. It had been far too long since you have heard it.

In any other scenario, your body would instinctively relax upon hearing this voice, however when surrounded by the fluorescent confines of this bathroom, with your underwear soaked and mind blank, your body can't help but tense.

You manage to catch your pacing breath and choke out a weak, "Hi.." into the phone. Your voice sounding much weaker and inferior against the weight of his baritone.

"Are you alone?" His voice trembled slightly, like he was holding back.

Your thighs clench at the sound. Too shy to respond, you nod in response before remembering he can't see you. "I am.."

There’s a pause, and it’s like you can feel him leaning closer, teasingly close.

"Good. Sounds like your still in the bathroom. How about you make your way to their guest room, hm?"

Your skin prickles as if he was really next to you, as if he's in your ear, breath sliding down your throat. Without thinking, you follow his command, allowing the sound of your footsteps to act a signal of your obedience to him.

"I'm laying in the bed now.."

Jun brought your soft lace towards his face and breathed in your scent, although he's been doing it for so long it's started to fade. That doesn't stop him from pulling out his aching cock again, still wet with precum.

"Following my orders, already? How about a second one?"

"What is it?

He is fully fisting his cock now, aware that the sounds must be escaping into your phone speaker yet unable to stop himself upon hearing your voice.

"You're okay with this, right?" "Fuck, please say you are."

You can practically hear his brows knitting together through his voice. God, you wish you could see him pleading for you like this.

"I promise, what's the second order?"

Jun then slides your panties to his lower face and licks a determined stripe along the fabric, letting out a disgusting whine before speaking.

"Be good and let me hear how wet you are."

Your fingers teased with the hem of your panties, as your grinded up into the fabric. That wasn't enough — so you let the pad of your finger slide down the length of your wet cunt.

Jun’s breath hitched, a sharp groan slipping out as he bucked his hips up into his fist, ruined already by the slick sounds you were making for him.

"Does it scare you how much you want this?" Jun's voice is low, strained but authentic.

"It scares me just as much as it excites me." Your words are promptly silenced by a moan as you let a single finger slip past your folds.

Jun takes your panties and threads them back around his cock, fucking the fabric with deep thrusts, his mind only centered around how much better you'd feel.

You can hear the sound of his slick fist through the speaker, wet and obscene, mixing with his low groans. Your back arches instinctively against the hard mattress, your legs spreading wider as you circle your clit with trembling fingers.

“Jun-” you gasp his name, your voice high and shaky.

He groans at the sound, almost guttural. “Fuck, say it again. Say my name like that.”

You do, over and over, until you’re whining it like a chant. No longer giving a fuck if Mingyu or Wonwoo hear.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” he mutters, voice strained and heavy with lust. “I want to feel you clench around me. I bet you’d be so tight—so wet. You’d take me so good, baby.”

Your body reacts before your brain catches up, your fingers pushing inside yourself. The sharp stretch makes you cry out.

Jun hisses. “Fuck, are you touching yourself for me? Are you fucking yourself while I’m not there?”

“Yes. Yes, Jun,” you admit, your voice breaking on his name.

The sound he makes in return is dangerous, deep and ruined. “Good girl. That’s my good girl. Pretend it’s me. Pretend it’s my cock stretching you open.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, doing exactly that. Pretending it’s him. Pretending his weight is pinning you down. Pretending his voice is spilling into your ear instead of through your phone.

“I’d make you beg for it,” Jun growls. “I’d make you beg for my cock before I even let you have it.”

Your thighs shake at his words. You fuck your fingers into yourself harder, sloppier, chasing the sensation.

“Jun please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for.

He chuckles, dark and dirty. “That’s it. Keep begging. You sound so sweet when you’re desperate for me.”

The noises on his end get faster, more frantic, the sound of his hand gliding over his cock sharp in your ear. You can picture him perfectly. His head tilted back, face flushed, his pretty mouth parted as he ruins himself with your underwear.

“I’m close,” you whisper, your voice nearly breaking.

His reply is instant. “Cum for me. Cum with me. Need to hear how good my voice makes you feel.”

Your climax hits you hard, blinding, as your back arches off the bed. You’re gasping his name like a prayer, holding the phone tight against your ear as if that’ll make him closer.

Jun follows seconds later. His breath stutters, a low moan spilling out of him as he finishes into your panties, his voice so raw and disgusting you know you’ll never forget it.

There’s silence afterward, save for both of you catching your breath.

Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, soft and shaky: “...fuck. I wish you were here.”

Your chest tightens. “Me too.”

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I love your works! Are you open for requests? If so may we see other svt members and somno. Like the oc is resting/sleeping then suddenly she feels bulge on her back or and a tip on her mouth something like that. Thank you so much!

Thanks for the request! I didn’t know which members you wanted me to write about, I hope it’s alright that I chose a few. Enjoy!

Between Shadows and Daybreak

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Scoups x reader

Mingyu x reader

Jun x reader

Joshua x reader

MFM | double penetration | somno kink | doubled penetration | creampie | anal | blowjob

You drift into a hazy dream, your body heavy and sated from the night before. The last thing you remember is Seungcheol gently tucking you under the covers in the cabin bedroom, his strong arms careful after the wild gangbang where Mingyu, Seungcheol, Jun, Jihoon, Joshua, Seokmin, and Soonyoung had taken turns using you as their cumdump. Your pussy and ass still ache faintly, a delicious reminder of being filled over and over, thick ropes of cum leaking from both holes as you finally collapsed onto the mattress, utterly spent.

Seungcheol slips back into the room first, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft snick that doesn't stir you. He pauses at the foot of the bed, his breath catching at the sight: your limp form sprawled under the sheets, thighs parted just enough to reveal the glistening mess between them. He’d cleaned you up after and put you to bed but evidently your pussy was still ready and waiting. The musky scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, mixed with your natural sweetness, making his cock twitch hard against his sweats.

Fuck, she looks wrecked, he thinks, heat pooling in his gut as he palms himself, already thickening at the memory of pounding into you last night. But this—your slack face, lips parted in sleep-breaths, chest rising slow—it's too tempting.

He strips quietly, cock springing free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. Kneeling on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight, he nudges your legs wider with his knees, the cool air kissing your exposed folds. Your pussy clenches faintly in sleep, a dribble of old cum trickling out, and he groans low, lining up. The head of his cock presses against your entrance—slick from remnants, warm and yielding—and he pushes in slow, inch by inch, savoring the velvet grip of your walls fluttering unconsciously around him.

So fucking full already, but taking me like she was made for it, he bites back a moan, bottoming out with a wet squelch, your body accepting him deep without a twitch of wakefulness.

Mingyu creeps in moments later, drawn by the faint rustle, his massive frame filling the doorway. He freezes, eyes locking on the scene: Seungcheol's hips flush against yours, your sleeping body rocking subtly with each shallow thrust. The salty tang of arousal sharpens in his nostrils, and his cock strains painfully against his shorts, huge and heavy.

She looks so peaceful, like a perfect fuckdoll, he thinks, stripping down as he approaches, the scent of your ass—still stretched and leaking—making his mouth water.

He grabs lube from the nightstand, slicking his length generously, the cool gel warming fast under his grip. Kneeling behind you, he grips your hips, pulling your asscheek aside to expose the pucker, still lax from last night. His blunt cockhead nudges there, pressing insistent circles, and your body responds on pure instinct—hips tilting back a fraction, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

Mingyu exhales raggedly, pushing forward; the ring yields slowly, sucking him in with obscene suction, your inner walls hot and rippling around his girth. Cheol’s right there too, cocks separated by that thin membrane—he can feel the pulse of Seungcheol's shaft as he sinks deeper, your unconscious clench milking him already.

In your dream, a sweet warmth envelops you, like sinking into a hot bath. You feel so full, stuffed to the brim, your holes stretched and claimed even in sleep. Something hard pokes at your ass—insistent and thick—while hands grip your hips, pulling you back slightly. Unconsciously, you arch into it, your body craving more despite the exhaustion. The sensation pulls you deeper into the haze, and you drift away again, lost in the fog of pleasure.

Awareness trickles in slowly, like sunlight filtering through the cabin curtains. The poking turns to pressure, then a slow push—Seungcheol's cock sliding deeper into your pussy, thick and familiar, stretching you open with that perfect burn, the salty musk of his skin mixing with your arousal as he grinds in balls-deep.

"Ah…" You wake with a gasp, blinking in the dim morning light. Mingyu's right there, his massive length buried halfway in your ass, lubed remnants easing the way, pressing in inch by inch with a slick drag that makes your nerves spark.

"Dirty girl looked so hot sleeping like that," Mingyu murmurs, his voice low and rough, breath hot and coffee-tinged against your neck as he rolls his hips forward, stuffing you fuller. "Couldn't resist coming back for more."

You moan softly as he sinks to the hilt, the overwhelming fullness hitting like a drug—Seungcheol's girth pulsing hot in your pussy, veins dragging along your walls with every subtle shift, while Mingyu's thickness stretches your ass wide, the coarse hair at his base scratching your skin.

They start a slow fuck, deliberate and teasing, syncing effortlessly: one pulls out as the other thrusts in, cocks rubbing through your thin walls with friction that sends wet schlicks echoing softly. Then both drive deep at once, grinding in tandem, your body pinned and churning between them.

"Mm…" you whimper, sensations exploding—the heavy drag of Seungcheol filling your pussy completely, his pre-cum mixing with yours in slippery heat that makes your clit throb untouched; Mingyu's veins pressing nerves in your ass, his balls heavy and warm against your taint.

"Shh," Seungcheol whispers, his broad hand covering your mouth gently but firm, calluses rough on your lips, the taste of his skin faintly salty. "Unless you want a repeat gangbang, you'll stay quiet. The other members will hear—and you know how that ends, baby."

You nod frantically under his palm, biting your lip, but moans leak out anyway—muffled hums—as they pick up a fraction, hips rolling in sync, the bed creaking faintly. The fullness intoxicates, pressure coiling low in your belly as they alternate—one in, one out—drawing out every slick slide, every involuntary squeeze, until you're trembling, drifting away once more into bliss, body going limp as they chase release with deep, grinding thrusts, hot spurts flooding you in waves.

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Junhui eases the door open, padding silently across the wood floor, his long cock already half-hard tenting his boxers at the sounds from down the hall. He stops short, pulse hammering: you're out cold again, face slack and flushed, Seungcheol and Mingyu's cum seeping from your wrecked holes, thighs slick and quivering faintly. The room reeks of fresh loads—thick, briny, clinging to the sheets—and it makes his mouth dry, cock surging to full length, impossibly long and straight.

She's begging for it even asleep, he thinks, shedding clothes, the cool air tightening his skin. He climbs onto the bed, knees bracketing your head, thumbing your jaw open gently—your lips part easy, pliant. His cock wedges between them, hot and velvet over your tongue, sliding slow as your throat relaxes instinctively, a soft gag bubbling up without waking you. Spit pools, dribbling down your chin with wet gurgles as he rocks shallowly.

Joshua follows, slipping in behind you, his gentle eyes darkening at the view: your ass upturned, cum-glazed and gaping slightly, tits spilling soft against the mattress. The faint jasmine of your skin lotion mixes with the cum-stink, arrowing straight to his thickening cock—girthy, curved just right.

Perfect little cumdump, still twitching inside, he murmurs to himself, lubing up with a squirt from the bottle, the gel cold then warming as he slicks his length. Hands slide under you first, cupping your tits—heavy, warm handfuls—thumbs circling nipples until they pebble hard under his touch, your body arching faintly into it. Then he lines up at your ass, pressing in steady, the ring blooming open around his width with a pop, sucking him deep amid squelching remnants, your walls fluttering sleepy squeezes.

Déjà vu crashes over you as you surface again, the same sweet warmth, impossible fullness. You've been here before—stuffed, claimed. This can't be real. You must be dreaming.

"Sshhh," Joshua soothes, voice soft and commanding, breath feathering your ear.

"Guai." Jun murmurs. Something wedges between your lips, forcing your mouth open—thick, hot, sliding over your tongue: Junhui's cock, long and insistent, pushing deeper with a gag-inducing nudge to your throat. Hands cup your tits from behind, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs flicking nipples with pinches that zing straight to your core.

Sloppy sounds echo—wet suction from your mouth on Jun's length, salty pre-cum coating your tongue; your pussy clenching empty, then filling as Jun pulls out with a pop, slick strands snapping, and repositions, his endless shaft sliding deep into your soaked pussy, hitting depths that spark white-hot.

"Mmm… someone's been here before us, hmmm?" Joshua chuckles from behind, his gentle tone laced with hunger as he sinks fully into your ass, girth widening you slow, burn melting to ecstasy, balls nestling warm against you.

You open your eyes fully now—midday sun streaming golden through the cabin window, gilding the tangled sheets slick with sweat and spend.

Junhui's so big, throbbing in your pussy as you clench around him instinctively, the stretch endless; Joshua's thickness stuffs your ass, every ridge dragging sparks.

"Mmmm, Shua oppa," you whine, voice wrecked, as they start the slow fuck—double penetration owning you utterly: Jun's long shaft plunging hilt-deep with measured thrusts, ridges grinding your g-spot raw, arousal flooding hot around him; Joshua's width stretching your ring taut, inner walls gripping like a vice amid soft ball-slaps.

"Tight little noye," Joshua breathes, hands kneading your tits harder, pinching nipples to jolt your core, his hips snapping firmer.

They start fucking you in sync—one withdraws as the other advances, cocks pressing close through your walls, impossibly full, nerves screaming. Slick glide of Jun in your pussy, coating him in your cream and old cum; Joshua's girth sparking your ass, musky sweat beading where skin slaps skin. You moan slack-jawed, mouth free now but drooling.

"Wo cao," Jun groans in Chinese, control fracturing as he thrusts harder, long cock relentless on your g-spot, voice raw. "Cao, wo yao she jin ni de sao bi, jie zhu!" Desperation cracks him—usual poise gone, unconsciously slipping into his native tongue as he fucks wild. You’ve never heard him lose control like this.

Pace builds gradual, hips unison-rolling, your clenches shoving you over—orgasm crashing hard, pussy spasming wild on Jun, ass milking Joshua's thickness. They erupt: Jun flooding your pussy with scorching spurts, groaning your name in a mixture of Korean and Chinese; Joshua pulsing deep in your ass, hips bruising as he grinds through it.

You collapse in a panting heap, breaths ragged, when the door creaks open.

Seungcheol steps in, bags of breakfast in hand—steamy buns, fresh fruits, coffee aroma wafting. He eyes the tangle, sighs. "You guys couldn't wait?"

To be continued.

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PAIRING: F.Reader x ot13 PACK MEMBER FOCUS: Junhui and Joshua PACK MEETING: Joshua has never helped you through your heat before. Thankfully, Junhui is a pro. REQUESTED BY: @joshujinREQUEST: jun teaches joshua how to take care of reader during a heat bc he's a nervy beta. jun probably also calms joshua down with some super gay kisses idk tho. if any of this doesn't align with how you're planning on characterizing them tho then just do whatever ily!!! GENRE: Fluff, smut AU: Omegaverse WC: 4448 RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It may contain explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. PACK WARNINGS: This has no plot. The plot is sex. Some hormone talk, reader is needy, some mild dom/sub dynamics via junhui being an alpha, joshua a beta, and reader an omega, threesome, nipple play, lots of kissing, lots of senses and feelings and shit, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving) vaginal fingering, lots of spit and slick, some mild biting, scenting, boys kissing because we love polyamory in my house, pet names, lots of praise, praise kinks implied, heat dynamics, nervous joshua... um i think thats it SMUT NOTICE: This chapter is centered around smut and shout be skipped if you don’t like reading smut - it makes little sense to read without. A/N: Actually shot out to @haologram for helping me narrow down what chapter to fill next. We are not sorry Trixiana Grande. You will live <3 A/N 2: As usual this is not beta read this because I’m impatient and just wanna post these as I finish writing them.

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YOUR HEAT BURNS THROUGH YOU LIKE A LIVING THING, TURNING YOUR INSIDES INTO LIVING HELL. Your skin feels too tight, pulling at the edges and cleaning to the sheets beneath you, the sticky surface of your body covered in a thin sheen of perpetual sweat. The only source of relief is Junhui's callused hand moving down your side, his light touch grounding. You shiver as his fingers graze your ribs, your stomach, your thighs, each point of contact only ramping up the furnace under your skin.

You whimper, unable to stop the sound from crawling up the back of your throat. You squeeze your thighs together, the ache so intense that you feel like the room is spinning - or maybe it is, you can't be sure, though it doesn't seem entirely likely.

"I know," Junhui coos, squeezing your thigh a little. "I've got you, baby."

Junhui’s face is close to yours - close enough that you can count each one of his dark, silky eye lashes. He’s pretty like this, his blonde hair falling across his forehead, slightly damp from the shower he’d taken with you earlier that morning. Your eyes trace the careful curve of his lips, landing on your favorite mole just above his pink upper lip. 

Junhui's scent wraps around you then, purposeful and warm to steady your pounding heart and elevated anxiety. He smells like cedar and the black tea he likes to drink in the morning, your brain fracturing a little through the haze of your heat at the familiarity of it.

The bed dips slightly and you glance toward the new weight, suddenly aware of Joshua. He sits with his legs folded beneath him, his dark eyes wide as saucers, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his gaze darts between you and Junhui. He’s pretty even when he’s nervous, the softness of his face easing you with the sharpness of Junhui. His fingers twist in the sheets like he's unsure what to do with his hands, dark hair a little disheveled from running his hands through it too many times.

Junhui notices it too. Of course he does - he's an alpha. Though he's not the head alpha of this pack, there is very little that Junhui doesn't notice, and right now he's reaching for Joshua gently, an encouraging smile on his face.

"Shua," he murmurs. "Come here."

The beta only hesitates for a moment. You watch him with heavy eyes as he slides closer, the mattress shifting. It jostles you a little and you whine, but Junhui tuts at you gently, his other hand reaching to help Joshua settle near you. You immediately lean toward him, sliding your head across the bed to press it near his knee.

"She needs you," Junhui tells him. His hand restarts tracing patterns on your thigh and you nod, agreeing with him. You do need Joshua - desperately. "I'll show you, yeah?"

"I don't want to hurt her."

"You won't," Junhui assures him. "Like this."

Junhui slides his hand from your leg back up your body until he's cupping the back of your neck, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin of your scent gland. You shudder, feeling your heart flutter as your eyes go unfocused for a second. For a moment, all you can sense is Junhui's thumb against you, not quite scenting you but enough contact to make you press your forehead to Joshua's knee, panting.

"Touch her like this on the other side," Junhui murmurs. "She likes a thumb on her scent gland. You don't have to press. Just put some light pressure."

Joshua follows Junhui's lead, reading a hand to cup the back of your neck and tilt your head up. You look up at him, the light coming in from the window blinding you for a second until his face swims into focus. Joshua is pretty, the slope of his nose perfect and his full lips curling into a smile as his thumb swipes back and forth against your scent gland, making you trill.

It feels good, cedar and juniper twisting together as they settle on either side of you, the weight of them on the mattress making you sink further, their knees brushing your sides. You turn toward Joshua, seeking the calm balance of his cool palm and juniper scent while Junhui's warm cedar presses in.

"You're so warm," Joshua whispers.

"Heat," you croak. "Very hot."

Junhui chuckles. "Everything will be more intense for her right now." His fingers leave your neck to card through your hair, his nails scratching bluntly against your scalp. You melt into it with a soft sound and Joshua smiles down at you. "See? She reacts well. She'll tell you what she needs."

"Touch me," you beg, looking at Joshua through your lashes. "Please."

Joshua complies, his hand sliding down your arm slowly. The slow drag of his fingers over your skin feels like heaven, your eyes rolling back as you lose yourself to the touch. You feel yourself melt into the bed, his touch growing more confident until he's lacing his fingers with yours. You immediately give them a squeeze and he squeezes back, and when you glance at him again, you see the way he's softened a little, happy to be close to you.

"Kiss her," Junhui hums. "She likes that."

Joshua glances down at you and you nod eagerly, sliding up the bed a little to give him room. Hand still wrapped in yours, he leans down to brush his lips against yours. They're soft and questioning at first, barely more than a brush of lips until you make a desperate sound against him and surge forward, kissing him properly.

He complies, deepening the kiss as he lets go of your hand to cradle your head, angling your face toward him. His tongue presses the seam of your lips and you open up for him immediately, the warmth of his mouth and tongue inviting. He tastes like honey and something else sweet and addicting, your own hands coming up to pull him closer.

Kissing Joshua is different from kissing Junhui. Despite Junhui's steady and calm nature, he can be demanding, his kisses severe and consuming. This isn't that. This a languid press of mouths, the soft sweeping of Joshua's tongue along the ridge of your teeth, the bumping of his nose into yours until he's pulling away to catch his breath.

"Perfect," Junhui says quietly. "See how much she needs you?"

Joshua nods, resting his forehead against yours. His pupils are blown wide, nearly swallowing the warm brown of his irises. His lips are pretty and pink, a little swollen from kissing you and you smile, leaning forward to steal another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently. He laughs into your mouth, letting you steal as much of him as you want, your hunger insatiable.

When you pull back again, his eyes are still closed, his breathing heavier. "Tell me what to do, baby. What do you want?"

The words get stuck in your throat. Cedar and juniper clash in your thoughts, your body locked in the heat so fully that Joshua's words turn to a tangled mess when you try to process them, a frustrated sound working its way up your throat.

"Touch her," Junhui answers for you, sensing the frustration. "Sometimes she struggles to communicate. Just go with the flow and don't worry about being wrong. Your instincts know what to do."

Nodding, Joshua slides his hand from your face down your neck, his fingers lingering over the rapid flutter of your pulse before he drags them to your collarbone, lightly tracing the indents of Soonyoung's teeth from the night before. You arch into his touch, chasing it - craving it - and he makes a small sound of surprise, like he can't believe you need him this much.

"Good." Junhui's hand settles on your waist, keeping you anchored to the bed. "See how she responds? Keep doing."

Joshua listens to the alpha, his touch growing bolder. He leans down and kisses you again, deeper and hungrier and you let it consume you. His hand traces the curves of your body, his fingers curling slightly to drag the blunt edge of his nails down your hips. You moan into his mouth and he moans back, the sound of his despair echoed so acutely that it makes your thoughts turn cottony and thick, sticking together as you shiver.

"Please," you beg, your voice wrecked. "Please."

"Easy, baby," Junhui soothes, bending down to kiss your temple. His own hand slides down to your thigh where he grips you and opens you up, cool air hitting your soaked cunt. "Shua's going to take care of you. Aren't you Shua?"

"Yes," Joshua says, and his voice has dropped, gone rough around the edges in a way you've never heard before.

He kisses down your jaw and your throat, his lips soft, tongue darting out to taste you. You squirm but Junhui keeps you pinned, his hand on your hip and tight as Joshua's mouth finds the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He runs the flat of his tongue across the delicate skin there and you cry out as Junhui chuckles. You feel Joshua grin against your skin as he lingers there, sucking at your neck gently, the sensation shooting right through you and turning the pit of your stomach molten.

"Perfect," Junhui murmurs. He lifts the hand off your hip to press Joshua's shoulder. "Lower."

Joshua works his way down your body with his lips, tongue and teeth, each press of his mouth both a burn and balm. His mouth is hot against your sternum, your ribs, the soft skin of your stomach, each kiss like a brand. He's careful as he shifts down the bed and you feel your stomach flip when Junhui pries your legs wider while Joshua slides to his knees at the edge of the bed.

Junhui follows him down, moving to kneel behind Joshua. He wraps himself around Joshua's back, chest pressed close enough that he can hook his chin over Joshua's shoulder so he can murmur directly into the beta's ear. You can see the way Joshua relaxes slightly into Junhui's presence, leaning back into the alpha, turning to press his forehead against Junhui's neck briefly as he breathes him in.

"Start slow," Junhui murmurs, lips dragging against the shell of Joshua's ear. You stare at them between your legs, watching as Junhui's eyes drag up to yours, pupils blown and hungry. He reaches around Joshua, caging him in as he places his hands on your knees, spreading you wider. "She's sensitive, so anything you do will feel overwhelming. I recommend soft licks."

Nodding, Joshua leans forward, his breath ghosting across your inner thigh as he settles close. Your thighs twitch but his grip is firm, keeping you open for Joshua's hungry gaze.

You forget how to breathe, watching as your heart flutters like a humming bird trapped in a cage. Joshua follows Junhui's instructions exactly, dragging his tongue slowly and deliberately through your sticky folds. The sensation punches right through you, your back arching off the bed as a broken sound escapes you, voice cracking. Junhui's hands tighten on our knees, keeping you in place as Joshua's tongue circles your swollen clit.

"Take your time." Junhui nips Joshua's ear playfully and the beta moans, the sound vibrating through you. You twist your hips, the sensation overwhelming. "Hmm. She liked that."

Joshua nods, humming again. Your lashes flutter, heading pushing back into the mattress as his tongue works in long, slow strokes, occasionally using the tip of his tongue to circle your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp before he dips back down to tease your aching hole. It makes the heat in your blood sing, his mouth soft and warm and wet and fuck.

"Suck gently," Junhui recommends. "That makes her lose it."

"Yeah?" Joshua asks, panting as he pulls away and looks up at you. His eyes are completely blown, lips glossy with your slick. He looks debauched, so different from the polished beta who likes to make you scones on Sundays. "Let me try."

Joshua's lips close around your clit and he sucks gently. The sensation is so intense you nearly sob, your hands coming up to hide your face as your entire body goes tight. He smiles against you, laughing a little as he fastens his mouth to your pussy, sucking in gentle tugs that make your entire bed spin on its axis while Junhui's thumbs stroke small circles on the inside of your knees.

"You're doing so good," Junhui whispers. "I bet she feels so good."

Joshua pulls back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark and hazy, his lips and chin glistening. The sight of him on his knees with Junhui wrapped around him makes something in your chest crack open, your heart stopping and starting all over again as Joshua smirks and dives back in, confident and hungry.

"Tastes so fucking good," he mumbles, nose bumping your clit. "Could do this all the time."

"Let me taste," Junhui says and leans over Joshua's shoulder.

Joshua turns to face Junhui, letting the alpha steal a wet kiss that's all tongue. You stare, watching as Joshua submits easily to Junhui as the alpha sucks the taste of you right off Joshua's tongue. When they pull apart, Joshua is a little breathless as Junhui grins and glances at you, tongue swiping across the bottom of his lip.

"Delicious."

Junhui pushes Joshua's head forward then and the beta follows right back to your pussy, his tongue finding a rhythm that is slow and devastating, swapping back and forth between broad strokes and focused attention on your clit as he traces patterns that make you writhe.

You feel Joshua's hand slide up your thigh, guided by Junhui's grip on his wrist as he tentatively presses a finger into your wet heat. You gasp, feeling the stretch combined with the flutter of his tongue stealing the breath from your lungs. He curls his finger exactly as Junhui instructs, pressing against your front wall so that you see stars, cursing up at the ceiling as he drags you toward an orgasm.

His tongue works your clit in steady, rhythmic circles while his finger moves inside you, and the dual sensation builds and builds until you're lost in it, suspended in the feeling of an orgasm that waits and waits and waits until it finally breaks and rushes in.

You come hard, your pleasure suddenly having no start or end but a looping, endless twitching of thighs and clenching walls. You grit your teeth, unable to breathe for a few seconds until you finally gasp for air, body loosening slightly. Joshua's mouth is still on you but it's soft now, his tongue soothing and avoiding your clit, finger pressed deep as he sucks at you messily, making little sounds of enjoyment as he does.

"She's so fucking pretty when she comes," Junhui groans. "Fuck."

Joshua pulls back slowly, his lips and chin glistening, eyes dark and hazy as he looks up at you. His lips curl upward, pupils dilated as he presses slick-wet kisses to the sides of your thighs, leaving shiny marks as he goes. Junhui's hands leave your knees, your legs trembling a little as you let them fall open, your muscles turning to jelly.

Junhui reaches for Joshua. "Come here."

Joshua rises on shaky knees and Junhu catches him before he loses his balance, cupping the back of his neck to pull him to his feet and into a kiss. It's slow and deep, and you watch with your heart beating and fingers twisting into the sheets as Junhui gets a taste of you from Joshua's lips before pulling back. He wipes his thumb across Joshua's bottom lip and pops it into his mouth, humming.

"Tastes good." Junhui looks at you and his gaze darkens. "She needs more of you, Shua."

Joshua nods. "I want to give more."

"Slow," Junhui says, dropping his hands to the hem of Joshua's shirt to pull it over his head. The beta shivers and nods, a little dazed as Junhui's nibble fingers pull at the strings on Joshua's sweatpants next. "Slow and deep. She likes hard and fast the first day of heat - that's what Soonyoung took care of last night. Today we just need her to feel it."

Joshua nods, kicking off his sweatpants to crawl onto the bed, shuffling on his knees. You mouth waters at the sight of him, all tan and smooth from summer days spent at the pool, broad at the shoulder and perfectly tapered in the waist. His cock is heavy, the tip swollen with need as he makes a sound in the back of his throat when you reach for him.

He lets you grab his hands, pulling him down for a kiss that tastes like you. You don't mind, sliding your hands through his sweaty hair, nails dragging down the nape of his neck as he hums, pleased. The smell of him calms you down, pheromones soothing and making you sigh into the kiss, melting back into a state of calm as he settles between your legs.

Junhui shifts on the bed then, momentarily distracting you as you break away from Joshua's kiss. Junhui is kneeling on the bed, blonde hair disheveled in the low light. He's stripped down to his sweats, the hard planes of his stomach twitching as he crawls over, his dark eyes fixated on you. His shoulders are just as broad as the beta between your legs, but there's a predatory grace to the way that Junhui moves that makes him sharper.

Joshua makes room for him, sitting up on his knees as he pries you open further at the knees, your thighs stretching in protest. Cool air hits your cunt and you whine, but Joshua shuts you up as he rubs the fat head of his cock against your slick entrance, pressing just enough to stretch you but not enough to slide past. You let out a pathetic noise and he grins until Junhui growls.

"Don't tease her," the alpha warns.

Joshua goes pink in the cheeks, nodding. "Sorry."

Junhui huffs, bending down to cup your face and turn you toward him for a soft kiss. You preen under his affection, leaning toward him to kiss him back eagerly. He laughs, the sound buzzing through your lips and making your head spin as his tongue slides against yours just as Joshua grips your hips and presses his cock into your heat.

It's slow, but it steals your breath away anyway. You gasp against Junhui's mouth, breaking the kiss to glance at where Joshua is focused on sliding home, head ducked down to watch his cock disappear inside of you, his shoulders slick with sweat.

"Fuck," you hiss and Junhui smiles, placing wet kisses against your temple, teeth scraping lightly. "Feels so fucking good."

"Mhmm," Junhui agrees. His lips move to your jaw, sucking the skin there lightly before he licks down to your throat, tongue dancing around your scent gland. You go blank for a minute, vision whiting out until Joshua is pressed in to the hilt. "You're doing so good, baby. So perfect for Shua."

Joshua trembles slightly, tension thrumming through him as he fights to control himself. Where an alpha might start slamming into you, Joshua waits, the stretch and pressure of him pressing against your walls so good that you clench around him on instinct, making him let out a broken laugh.

"So tight, baby," he gasps. "So good."

Junhui hums in agreement, his kisses trailing to your collarbones. "Move now. Long, deep strokes."

Joshua listens, withdrawing slowly so that the drag of him against your walls makes you cry out. He pushes in just as deliberately, snapping his hips so the stroke is deep. It punches the breath from your lungs and you grab onto Junhui, who doesn't mind, letting you dig your nails into his arms and hands as he lavishes attention to the swells of your chest.

The rhythm Joshua sets is torturous, each stroke deep and measured that forces you to feel every inch of him, hitting that spot inside of you that has you mumbling his name, head falling to the side while your legs lock around his hip, keeping him going.

Junhui's hands on your body makes the pleasure spike, his palms sliding up your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts before cupping them gently, thumbs flicking over your nipples. You arch into his touch, moaning brokenly, overwhelmed by the feeling of both of them, their skin warm and scents tangled.

Long gone is the ache in your stomach, replaced only by swelling heat and pressure. Long gone is the too-tight skin and the feverish need to be touched, replaced by Junhui's hands and his warm mouth closing around a nipple, sucking and flicking with his tongue until you're nearly sobbing, hands tangling in his damp hair.

"So pretty," he mumbles against your chest. "Look at you taking Joshua so well. Does it feel good, baby? Does he fill you up the way you need/"

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Joshua's pace stays steady and unhurried, each thrust making you tighten around him. You can feel how wet you are, slick dripping down the curve of your ass as he picks up his pace a little, feeling the way your orgasm is building, knowing you need to reach it. He grinds into you at the end of each stroke, hitting it just right that your vision starts to blur.

Junhui kisses up your chest, along your throat, finding your mouth again. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, tongue sliding against yours in a lazy rhythm that mirrors Joshua's strokes. Being between them is overwhelming - Junhui's mouth on yours, his hands on your skin, Joshua buried deep inside you, his hands gripping your waist.

"Shua." Joshua looks up, his hair sticking to his forehead as Junhui leans toward him. "Come here."

Joshua leans forward, still moving inside you, and Junhui catches him in a kiss. You watch through hazy eyes as they kiss above you, Junhui's hand cupping Joshua's jaw, guiding him. The sight of it makes you clench around Joshua and he moans into Junhui's mouth, making the alpha grin.

"She likes to watch," Junhui pants against Joshua's mouth. "Likes knowing how everyone belongs to one another." Junhui's hand slides down Joshua's chest to his hips where he squeezes. "Angle up. She needs it right here."

Joshua adjusts, his hands sliding under your thighs to lift them higher, and when he pushes in again the angle is devastating. He hits that spot inside you dead-on and you nearly scream, your whole body arching up off the bed.

"Dead on," Junhui says with a grin. He leans down again, his mouth finding your ear. "Feel that, baby? Feel how deep he is? He's going to take such good care of you. Going to fuck you slow and perfect until you come so hard."

"You're so wet," Joshua groans, his voice strained. "Fuck I don't know how to last."

"That's the heat," Junhui murmurs against your throat. "You can pick up pace. She's close. She's so good for you, yeah? Pretty little omega."

"Fuck yeah."

The praise makes you whimper, makes fresh slickness coat Joshua's cock in response, their approval making your body sing. Junhui kisses you again, deep and consuming, and you lose yourself in it until you feel Junhui's hands slide down between where Joshua fucks you, his fingers finding your clit. His touch is light, but combined with Joshua's relentless pace, it's enough to tilt you over.

Your orgasm hits you hard and you come with a strangled noise, body jerking upward as Junhui holds you down. Your hand clutch at Junhui's shoulders, nails digging into his skin and sliding down his arms. He doesn't mind, letting out a pleased sound as he and Joshua work you through your orgasm in tandem.

"That's it," Junhui murmurs. "Let go, we've got you."

Joshua groans above you, his rhythm faltering as you clench around him. "Oh fuck- I can't-"

"Come for her," Junhui says softly, and it's permission and command all at once.

Joshua's hips stutter forward one more time, burying himself as deep as he can go, and then he's coming with a broken moan. You feel the pulse of him inside you, the warmth flooding your core, and it draws another aftershock from your own orgasm. His whole body trembles, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, and the sounds he makes send you soaring, your omega preening at the way your beta loses control for you.

The three of you collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, Joshua slumping forward and catching himself on his forearms to avoid crushing you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breath comes in hot, ragged pants against your throat as Junhui shifts beside you, one arm sliding you to the side so Joshua can pull out and collapse next to you.

Joshua stays glued to your side, his legs tangled with yours as your joint fluids drip down your thigh. You ignore it, knowing Junhui will deal with it later like he's supposed to. For now, Junhui flops down next to you so you're pinned between them, and reaches over to run his hand down the back of Joshua's neck.

You turn your head to nuzzle into Junhui's chest, breathing him in, while Joshua presses soft kisses to your shoulder. Your heat has quieted to a low simmer, temporarily sated, and in its absence you feel the bone-deep exhaustion and the overwhelming desire to sleep right here between the two of them.

"You did good," Junhui tells Joshua, voice rough.

You feel Joshua's smile against your shoulder. "She's incredible. Both of you."

Turning to face him, you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, tugging him down for a slow, sweet kiss. When you pull back, Junhui is watching you both with dark, intent eyes. Something shifts in the air - a change in the sharpness to his scent and face that makes your pulse quicken.

Junhui leans in, his hand sliding into your hair to angle your face toward him, and when he kisses you, it's deep and possessive, his tongue claiming as he pulls away with a sharp bite to your lower lip that makes you whimper.

"Rest," he growls. "My turn next."

[lazybish-vd]

Omegaverse with my favourite duo?? What more could U ask for!!

[ttsukko]

in which › “i want two boyfriends and i want my boyfriends to be boyfriends”

w › poly!bkdk , handj*b (izuku recv) , language, dom!katsuki , sub!izuku , voyereuism kinda? ..

“i’m back!” you chirped, throwing your keys onto the counter and taking off your shoes. to your surprise, you heard nothing in return. nothing except your room tv on faintly in the distance.

thinking that they probably fell asleep, you made your way to your room.

“mnggh—k-kachaan.”

you stopped in your tracks, assuming you were hearing things. your body grew with chills almost instantly at the sound of your boyfriends voice.

you were no novice to the sound of izuku’s moans, but you were sure you heard wrong.

but still, you stood there waiting for the sound again … just incase

“ohmygod” it came out like one word, broken, breathless and desperate. that was definitely izuku’s voice.

you inched closer to the door. eyes adjusting to the blurry figures you made out through the slit in the door

your mouth dropped open like a hungry dog at the sight in front of you. katsuki and izuku both shirtless and hair wet, sticking to their faces. izuku sat in between katsuki’s legs , back against his chest, face flushed and head thrown back.

you followed katsuki’s hand that stretched over izuku’s abs and into his jogging pants.

“t—to much kacchan, I can’t t-take it”

he squirmed and moaned and whined as katsuki stroked his sensitive tip, fingers glossy from the previous orgasms izuku had spilling all over and down his hands

“then whyre you still cummin’, huh?” izuku could only whimper in response, but it wasn’t enough for katsuki.

katsuki’s other hand suddenly fisted in his green curls, yanking izuku's head back to expose his already marked neck . “huh, you fuckin nerd?” he egged, a smirk playing on his lips while his thumb swipped mercilessly over izuku aching tip.

izuku’s back arched, a cracked moan escaping him lips simply from katsuki’s word and you felt your own legs clenching together

“be…because—mmmgn-”

his teeth grazed izuku’s ear as his stroking hand sped up, squelching obscenely now. “cus’ what.”

izuku’s hips jutted up into katsuki’s wet hand, lips red and puffy from him biting down too hard. he was panting like a dog, his eyes rolling back from overstimulation and the approach of his third orgasm

“tell me” katsuki growled, fingers tightening in Izuku's hair, just on the edge of it being painful. his other hand worked izuku with brutal efficiency, thumb pressing against his slit on every upward stroke. izuku’s thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets.

his breath hitched, words dissolving into a loud, throaty moan as katsuki twisted his wrist on the next stroke.

your own pulse hammered in your throat, fingers gripping the doorframe as izuku’s voice cracked

“fuuckk—kacchan please..”

“beggin’ ain't a answer” katsuki taunted, slowing his hand just enough to make Izuku whine, hips chasing the friction.

“because!” izuku gave in, thrusting into katsuki hand like a touch starved virgin, the knot in his stomach subsiding slowing “b-because it feels good when you t-touch me like this”

katsuki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. his grip tightened. "yeah?” katsuki hummed although it kinda sounded like a strained moaned “show me. one last time, handsome.”

then he dipped his head, biting down on izuku’s collarbone, tongue swirling around his skin as his hand sped up. wet, filthy sounds filling the room.

“yesyesyes—mmgghfuck i’m cumming—oh god” izuku moaned with a sob, cum splurting and spilling over katsuki’s fingers, and his stomach again.

katsuki didn’t let up, milking him through his entire orgasm. he placed kisses to his temple and forehead until izuku went boneless legs trembling.

shit, your own legs were trembling. the creak of the door opening had them both snapping their eyes towards you, izuku’s face immediately going red.

“oh my god..” you chuckled breathlessly, mouth agape. it wasn’t anything funny and actually you were painfully horny and wet now.

katsuki’s grin was all teeth. he had noticed you long ago but decided to let you creep, the feeling of you there watching only adding to his fuel.

“enjoy the show?”

well FUCK.

[humannatures]

nsfw / fem afab reader )        it’s quiet. the room’s ceiling fan hums softly above you both as the two of you kiss, but it’s a lazy and slow hum, the kind that fades into the background with ease. it’s not a rare occurrence, a make out session after a performance. michael once told you that after a show the only air he could stand to breathe was hidden between your lips; cheekily, he added later, “a man can’t help needing to breathe”. you’ve since become accustomed to the routine of it all: he’d come home, take five minutes to settle, kiss you until you were soaked, and then you’d both pull away, too shy to take that last step just yet. michael has his insecurities, and you’ve got yours. sex wasn’t a “never ever”, just a strong “not now”.

tonight’s different, though.

you’ve been kissing for longer than usual, and michael’s hands have been roaming while he lays beneath you, his head resting against some pillows. his fingers feel you, really exploring despite the fact that you’re still clothed. they press firmly against the skin of your hips and waist, then glide around to grip your butt. any plush he finds, he digs into, letting his fingers squish, squeeze, and play with your body. his eyes are closed and his lips are reverent against yours, but his hands give away a growing sense of neediness. finally, he pulls back, caressing along the curve of your ass with both hands. when you look down at him, he’s making eye contact with your rear. you watch as he swallows thickly.

“take this off,” he orders, his voice all breathy. “please?” he pinches at whatever bottoms you have on, biting his lip.

there’s a second where you hesitate, the air in the room growing heated and hazy despite the ceiling fan still spinning up above. then you strip, slowly sliding your legs out of your clothing, leaving on your top, your bra, and pair of linen underwear.

“that’s good,” michael says, “c’mere.” he’s already pulling you closer before you can move, urging you to straddle him. the only thing he takes off is his jacket, setting it aside before adjusting his belt. “closer,” he murmurs, pulling you in further until you’re slotted right against his belt, your knees sunk into the bed on either side. “that’s it.”

he can sense your confusion before you even fix your face to express it. slowly, he lets go of your waist in favor of holding your hands. he brings them to his lips, kissing gently. “i was thinking… maybe you know, we could do a little more tonight. the belt’s got ridges, and i hear that’s helpful for… womanly pleasure.” the words come out soft, a little awkward; his face is flushed, but he’s smiling, too. “we don’t have to undress. we can just kind of… you know?”

“like this?” your hips roll slowly, and you can feel the smooth, cool hardness of the belt brushing against you through thin cloth. the feeling sends a tingle through your body. definitely, definitely like that.

“yeah, if that’s what feels good,” he nods, squeezing your hands.

you move again, rocking back and forth instead of around. it feels even better, enough for your eyes to close momentarily. touching yourself is one thing, but having michael (his belt, rather) touch you is entirely different. it’s probably entirely mental, but your toes are already curling on either side of his legs. “do you feel it when i move?” you ask.

“yeah,” he rasps out, head tilting to the side and sucking in a deep breath. “i feel it.” the belt shifts against him and his pants every time you grind and hump against it. when he closes his eyes, he just imagines that it’s you, you rolling your hips against him and dragging yourself along his length. “keep going?”

you nod on top of him, “yes, yes…” intuitively, the two of you position your hips together, slotting against each other and taking turns grunting and moaning. it’s all very soft and hesitant, both of you too scared to fully commit but too horny to pull away. it isn’t long at all until you’re both close, having already been needy and sensitive from making out, anyways. for michael, coming means shaking and rolling his head around while whining, overcome by the feelings of pleasure. for you, it means squeezing your legs around him and whimpering while tears spring up in the corners of your eyes.

it’s wordless, but not quiet. quite the opposite, in fact. michael’s louder than you are, groaning and jerking his hips as he rides out his orgasm. small, pitiful tears roll down your cheeks as you finish out your own, and as you reach up to wipe them with the back of your hand, all you can focus on is trying to breathe. both of you are completely and utterly spent, panting as though you’d just finished fighting rather than… whatever that was.

his belt glistens ever so slightly by the time you pull yourself off of it, wettened by whatever managed to leak through your panties. speaking of, your underwear carry a damp patch right by your entrance, completely ruined until you decide to do laundry. you’re both covered in sweat, and michael’s got this dazed (but pleased) look in his eye that you can’t help but find cute. things are quiet as the two of you gather yourselves, the hum of the ceiling fan suddenly coming to the foreground. it’s all you can focus on, the only thing about this situation that doesn’t feel awkward. neither of you had planned for the after part.

“i wouldn’t mind doing that again sometime,” michael finally admits breathily, flashing a sheepish smile up at you. his curls stick to his forehead and neck, plastered against his skin.

you mirror his smile, cheeks burning with all the leftover heat that still remained in your body. “me neither. it was…”

“nice?” he offers.

“definitely,” you murmur, crawling to lay beside him instead of hovering over him on your knees. “it was nice.”

as michael wraps his arms around your waist, letting your bodies settle side by side, you let out a soft yawn. looks like you’ve found something new to add to his post-show routine.

author’s note )        lowkey failgirl x failboy dynamic… i like it though. that awkward moment when ur both submissives LMAOO. i like dom michael, i like dom reader… but secretly i quite like sub michael and sub reader who both get rlly flustered but are also super freaky. aftercare consists of avoiding eye contact and falling asleep until they both gain some confidence. then they’re like the quiet freaky couple. interviewer goes “do you have intimate relations?” and michael playfully goes “yes” and reader nods and adds “often.” and they just refuse to elaborate on that.

[lazybish-vd]

This was stupid cuteee

[michaelmuse]

— 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 (michael)

through every era, him. 18+

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Studio 54 was packed.

People dancing, singing, swaying their hips to the music everywhere you looked. Bottles of tempting liquor and cigarette butts coated the floor more so than the confetti that had once rained from the ceiling.

Everyone was enjoying themselves — grinding back onto a stranger they wouldn’t remember in the morning, wincing as a shot burnt down their throat, or belting the lyrics to a well-known song. All cooped up in their own personal satisfaction in the thriving club.

Not Michael.

His attention was demanded by people all day everyday, especially since his new release album Thriller, he was the name on everyone’s lips. Constantly needed, constantly wanted — commanded to speak or dance or put on a show.

But, right now the only show he cared about was the one you were putting on.

All of his attention failed to place on anyone surrounding him. Their faux, fame-hungry interest in his personal life went on deaf ears despite the booming music that sent shockwaves through his body — it was on you.

Watching from a private VIP booth, separated from the rest of the public club-goers, his eyes locked on the way your body moved with practiced precision with the music. Moving like every song took over your body, every beat co-ordinating your hips like a puppet-master — hands gliding over your frame in slow, subtly teasing movements that had his bottom lip suckled between his teeth.

You were ethereal — motions so practiced he was certain you were crafted straight from a musician and a dancer, a talent handed to you from birth. Alas, not — your tactical dancing crafted from pure adoration for music.

Lucky your boyfriend was a singer then, huh?

You’d been dating Michael for a few months and not once had he seen you so enchanting. Sure, when he played you his demo’s you’d groove, not caring who saw — something that always made him smile. You had a definite talent for dance rooted deep in your bones that Michael admired — often playing his songs for you just to see you move.

But, this. This was different.

The way you were moving, like fresh waves gliding against the soft of the sand, like light enveloping over the shadows of skin, cascading over sun-kissed flesh in bright colours — it had him stuck. Stuck watching through the dark of his aviators, head lolled to the side ever so slightly, as if bending his vision to deepen his entranced glare.

He loved letting you do your thing when you went out — you were his girl, loud and proud, but you were also your own individual. Someone who could have fun without being told no — he loved that about you. How you weren’t intimidated by a man, especially someone of his popularity, and allowed yourself to still be you and have your fun despite who you affiliated with.

“Y’girl’s got moves, brother.” Even the sound of Quincy Jones’ voice, his beloved producer to his biggest album to date, couldn’t pull him from his transfixion.

Michael hummed in response, index finger laid gently on his bottom lip, thumb resting on the underside of his chin, eyes never leaving your frame as your hands raked through the length of your hair, brushing it from your shoulders to reveal the bare of your back, on show promiscuously by your open-backed top.

It didn’t help that the leather shorts that clad your plump behind left little to the imagination — the curve of your ass barely visible to a passerby, but the full focus of Michael’s vision. That specific attribute that adorned your perfect body Michael loved so much — one he’d grip every chance he got, needing the plush skin in his large palms as you rode his cock, revelling in the recoil that every thrust he bucked up into your sopping cunt gave to your roundness.

And that plumpness that he adored so much was poked out behind you, one hand on your knee, the other in the air, fingers curling around the tune that blessed your ears, hips swivelling from side to side methodically.

“You got real lucky, Mike.” Quincy added, a laugh breathed out of him as they both watched you.

“Sure did.” Michael finally spoke, voice low and soft, like he always did, despite the sensual activity he was indulging in by watching you dance so fluidly.

“Who taught her to dance like that? Dangerous thing.”

Michael smiled, “She jus’ a natural.” Suddenly feeling smug at the fact that he had you all to himself — the sensual dancer, Michael Jackson’s girl, he was a cocky little bastard right now.

“Well, shit.” Quincy breathed, “Can see why you wrote all those lovey-dovey songs now, boy.” Quincy’s loud laugh hit Michael’s ears, not once moving to react, “Next album’s gonna go crazy if she keeps that up. Better get ya in the studio quick before someone snatches her up.”

Michael stayed silent — the thought of anyone threatening to take you away from him had him tensing up. A thought that forced his jaw into a tight clench.

You only stopped your sensuality at the sound of a whistle — head turning behind you to see Quincy Jones beckoning you over, four fingers curling in the air. You huffed, body warm, before making your way over to the booth situated at the back of the room — smiling at the security who guarded the entrance. They already knew exactly who you were.

“Tell your man to answer me.” Quincy teased, smiling next to your man in question, “Y’got him mute with those moves, girl.”

You laughed, wiping a bead of sweat that trickled down your temple, “Feelin’ quiet tonight, baby?”

Michael, attempting to suppress it but failing miserably at the sight of you up close and the sound of your pretty voice, let the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smirk.

“Maybe.” His voice slow, “Just enjoyin’ what I’m watching.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.”

The sexual tension that arose sent a shockwave of silence within everyone in the small booth — side glances exchanged as they ogled at the way you eyed one another with desire unable to miss.

“Alright, fella’s, let’s leave the lovebirds be.” Quincy chuckled, sending a wink Michael’s way, before ushering everyone out of the booth.

And then there were two.

Just you, hot and teetering on spent, the dancing tiring your glistening body, and Michael, a pompous smirk on his face, large arm now resting on the ledge of the booth behind him.

“Enjoy the show, honey?” You were teasing, and Michael knew it. He could sense it in the way you spoke, your voice low and dark, tempting him, with a manicured hand on your hip.

“Close the curtain, please.” He called, voice loud enough for the security to hear. Your heart skipped a beat at the subtle insinuation of what was yet to come — swallowing thickly at the sound of the large curtains shutting you into the room.

At first, nobody moved. Just staring — his sunglasses clad eyes fixated on your own. Watching. Fixating. Tempting.

“C’mere, pretty.” The sound of his ring-clad fingers tapping against the meat of his thigh hit your ears, beckoning you to his lap.

You obeyed — heels clicking against the floor as you strutted over to him, placing yourself neatly in the comfort of his lap. Michael loved you like this — sitting all pretty on him, your ass pressed perfectly onto his crotch. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, letting your legs dangle off the edge of his leg.

“Liked what’cha saw then, baby?” Your voice sickly sweet as you grinned up at him, eyes full of desperation for praise — your smile a subtle tease.

“Yeah, angel, sure did.” He spoke, a palm grazing over the soft of your thigh, the other pressed against the small of your back, “Looked so pretty out there dancin’.”

Your cheeks flushed red at the compliment, leaning over to press a loving kiss to his cheek, nose nudging his famous aviators. A soft gasp left your plump lips as his hand trailed further up your leg, dangerously close to where you throbbed due to his enticing touches.

“How ‘bout you show me what else you can look pretty doin’?”

Your heart hammered in your chest at the insinuation as his fingers grazed over your clothed cunt through your shorts — a needy whine ripping from your throat at the teasing sensation. Eager to please, you nodded quickly — gnawing on your lip as you awaited his command.

“Get on y’knees f’me, doll.”

You complied willingly without protest — falling to your knees between his spreading legs. The cold of the floor sent a chilling sensation throughout your burning body — still unable to cool the inflamed desire that thumped inside you.

Michael’s hand reached down to cup your flushed cheek — his vast hand covering majority of your face, thumb stroking the supple skin. His fingers trailed down your face, reaching your pouting lips, tugging your bottom one down with the pad of his thumb — before retracting his hand all together and leaning back comfortably in the chair.

“Get to work then, sweetheart,” He commanded, “Show me just how pretty y’can get.”

With a hum of appreciation at the endearing pet-name, your trembling hands flew to his trousers — the clink of his belt hitting the floor forced your thighs together in anticipation. Michael, cooperatively, lifted his hips just enough for you to shuffle his tight slacks and boxers, a painful restraint, down his legs, pooling at his ankles.

His cock, a pretty mauve colour, slapped against his clothed abdomen, a quiet hiss leaving his throat as the rush of air hit the warmth of him. Your eager hands wasted no time — spitting a lewd glob into your palm and enclosing around the shaft, revelling in the way Michael hummed in contentment.

Your nimble hands, looking awfully small in comparison to his thickness, worked him up and down — pumping him slowly, tightening your grip each time you’d slide to his cockend. Only when your thumb swiped the bead of pre-cum that oozed from his tip did Michael groan, peering over his sunglasses at you.

“Quit teasin’, doll.” His hand slid around your face, encasing the nape of your neck in his grasp, forcing your face closer to his twitching cock, “Open up, sweetheart.”

As your lips parted, Michael pushed the fat of tip between them — groaning lowly as you suckled around it, instantly swirling your tongue around the leaking end. The taste of his bitter, yet equally tasty, pre had you whining around him — the rumble sending shivers down his spine at the sensation. The feeling so great that it involuntarily forced his hips to buck — dick slotted down your throat so fast a gag ripped from you.

Still the gentlemen, Michael went to drag you from his length, prioritising your comfort — but, you stopped him. Hands gripping the fat of his thighs to signal him to leave you be, hands falling at his sides as he fell deeper into your mercy — a louder moan falling past his lips as you bobbed your head up and down him.

Michael knew he was blessed when you deliberately gagged around him — burying your nose into the dark curls of his pubic hair, basking in the way his head thumped against the back of the booth, hand cupping your cheek, holding you in place as he throbbed in your throat.

When you’d pull off, saliva connecting your plush lips to his drooling cock, coughing and spluttering as you caught your breath, did it really hit Michael how insanely pretty you really were.

He’d always known it, but watching you encase your lips around his tip, suckling it like a delicious lollipop, spit glistening on your chin, doe-eyes peering up at him as tears streamed down your beautiful face — he was certain he’d fallen in love all over again.

“That’s it,” He coaxed, hands following your fluid movements as he held your face, swallowing thickly as you slowly took more and more of him down your greedy throat, “Suckin’ my dick so pretty, dollface.”

And when you wrapped your delicate hand around the base of him, accompanied by hollowing your cheeks around the girth of him, did he really loose it. Hips bucking up without a care in the world, completely at your mercy as you worked your magic around him — curses and praises mumbled above you.

“Shit, angel, gonna cum.” He warned, “Wanna paint that pretty face white.”

He tugged you off him quickly, a frantic hand encasing around his manhood, pumping himself quickly, chasing the high as he sucked his lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed tightly together — focused on the way you slid your tongue out, lapping at the tip, awaiting his sweet release.

“Shut ya’ eyes baby.”

And when your eyes fluttered shut, you hummed in delight at the first spurt of his release landed straight on your twitching tongue, the tang of his cum settling on the muscle. Michael cursed loudly, eyes fixated, like they had been all night, on your gorgeous face as he pumped himself languidly — utterly aroused at the way his cum splattered over your cheeks, chin, and tongue, even so far as reaching above your eyebrow. Completely coating you in his milky white seed — now slowly dripping down your face as your eyes fluttered open.

Michael peered down at you, soaked with his release, large eyes peering up at him through your eyes like he hung the stars for you, a loving smile spreading across your face as you swallowed the remains of his seed that landed on your tongue.

“Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He praised, shaking his head in disbelief at how he managed to pull a girl so captivating.

His fingers reached forwards, swiping up the stray dollop of cum that adorned your eyebrow, collecting the essence on digits, before presenting them before your spit-stained lips, “Don’t wanna miss any, right, doll?”

You shook your head as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, hands encasing around his wrist as you hummed at the taste of him — tongue swirling around his digits, sucking them clean. Michael repeated this with each area of your face that was coated with his cum — swiping each place and shoving his fingers into your eager mouth, letting you savour the taste of him.

Michael sat back, softening cock hanging free, as he watched you — smirking at the way you licked your lips, openly enjoying the flavours of him.

It was only when a strangled cry left his mouth, hips twitching violently as you wrapped your slutty mouth around the drooling head of his cock once more — lapping up the dribble of cum that rolled down him, did he realise you were fucking ravenous for his cock.

Michael pulled you off with a pop, chest heaving at the sudden overstimulation, face scrunching in surprise.

“What?” You smiled, “Didn’t wanna miss any.”

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[camgirlallegedly]

THIS FELT FUNNIER IN THEORY

streamer!kenma fucks his girlfriend on stream because his fans are insufferable.

the losing streak starts subtly enough that kenma almost convinces himself it isn’t real, though watching from behind your own screen makes it painfully obvious things are about to go downhill.

the first match slips away because of a cheater, the second because of a teammate disconnecting halfway through, and the third— well, the third is entirely his fault, though he refuses to acknowledge that out loud.

the quiet hum of his computer fills the pauses between rounds, broken only by the rapid clicking of his mouse and the occasional soft sigh he lets out when another objective falls apart on screen.

chat, naturally, notices before he does.

messages begin stacking faster with every defeat, laughing emotes multiplying as the scoreboard appears again and again with his name sitting stubbornly on the losing side. kenma leans forward in his chair, eyes narrowed slightly.

“it’s not a losing streak,” he murmurs, voice calm but edged with quiet defensiveness. “the matchmaking’s just weird tonight.”

chat disagrees immediately.

he queues again anyway.

the next game lasts longer, long enough that hope briefly returns, only to collapse during the final minutes when everything spirals at once— the unmistakable sound cue of defeat appearing before he can fix it. the screen fades, results loading slowly, and kenma stares at it without moving, fingers resting lightly on his keyboard as if continuing might somehow undo it.

on his other monitor, his chat is absolutely dragging him

apple.creampie: disrespectfully please retire kodzukenkink: just unplug that mouse ☠️☠️ kenmasbbg: UR WASHED its time to get off unc ilovegamerhands: blink once if u need coaching

one hand comes up to push his hair away from his eyes, headset shifting slightly as he tilts his head toward the scrolling messages.

a donation alert cuts through the noise, cheerful and traitorous— and to his surprise, it's yours.

kodzukenkink donated 1000$! “maybe try winning?”

“…wow, you guys are assholes. 'specially you, kodzukenkink.” he says after a moment, faint amusement slipping into his tone. “…you’re all very confident for people not playing,”

he’s not tilting, not really; he just exhales through his nose, leans back in the gaming chair until it creaks, and lets his voice drop into that lazy, velvet register the chat eats up.

“alright. i’m ass tonight. chat, save me. what do i do?”

the sidebar ignites. the usual mix— get good, switch to fortnite, take a nap— but one phrase starts spamming, gaining traction, bold and relentless.

thirst tweets. thirst tweets. READ THIRST TWEETS KENMA PLS

he doesn’t even hesitate. a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth— the one only you ever really clock. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“fine. you degenerates win.” he opens twitter on his phone, searches his @ with zero shame, and starts scrolling. “let’s see what you freaks are saying about me this week.”

hecanruinmykda: why'd bro fold under 0 pressure hiswifiwife: he was waiting for this 😭☠️

first one he reads is tame, almost sweet. he tilts his head, reading it slow on purpose.

“‘kenma’s fingers are so long and pretty i want them in my mouth.’ huh.” he flexes said fingers against his phone, lets them hover over the keys for a second like he’s considering it. “that's bold. zero out of ten creativity, though.”

he keeps going, voice low and amused, like he’s reading the weather instead of porn disguised as compliments.

“‘imagine kenma whimpering your name while you ride him—’ nope.” he cuts himself off, but not before letting the sentence hang just long enough for the chat to explode. he snorts softly. “you guys are so embarrassing.”

kenmasbedhair: DEGRADE US MORE KENMA verifiedkoduzukenobserver: ready set GOON needsleepandkenma: all 10 fingers

“‘kenma’s voice is made for dirty talk bf ASMR i need him to call me a good girl while he takes it out on me after he loses in ranked.’”

he pauses, lips curving into the smallest, softest smile— the kind that’s just for the camera and maybe a little for you. “good girl, huh? that’s sweet.” he lets it linger for a beat, then adds, gentle, “i like the imagination. you guys are creative tonight.”

they’re eating it up. the teasing shifts, predictable as clockwork.

rankedwithkenmawhen: no gf to say that to?? spectatingmyhusband: lonely kenma canon parasociallystable: dw dada i can be ur gf <3333

he reads the last few silently first, eyes scanning, then exhales a soft, fond sound— like he’s smiling at an inside joke.

“you keep saying i’m single like you’re trying to manifest it,” he says, voice light, teasing without bite. he tilts his head, golden eyes catching the ring light just right. “what makes you so sure?”

the chat stutters for half a second— then explodes.

respectfullyunwell: ?? WAIT HE DIDN’T DENY IT apple.creampie: KENMA HAS A GF??? ilovegamerhands: PROOF PLS KING verifiedkoduzukenobserver: PROOF OR BAN

he doesn’t laugh at them. doesn’t brush it off like a joke. he just lets his gaze settle on the camera like he’s talking to a friend who’s being adorably clueless.

“so… you really think i’m single?” he asks, soft, curious, almost gentle. no mockery, just that quiet invitation to keep going, to dig deeper if they want.

the chat goes nuclear— screaming, crying emojis, frantic “SHOW HER THEN” and "MUST BE PROPAGANDA," and donations flying in with hearts and question marks. he doesn’t give them anything concrete. just that same small, warm smile as he reaches for his drink, takes a slow sip, and lets the moment stretch.

“interesting,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something softer, more private. “guess we’ll see how long that theory lasts.”

he stretches then— lazy, hoodie riding up just a hint at the waist—and gives the camera his usual wave.

“alright, degenerates. thirst tweet hour’s over. behave yourselves tonight.”

the stream cuts to black, and the room goes quiet except for the low hum of his pc fans winding down. you hear the familiar creak of his chair as he pushes back, the soft shuffle of his slippers on the floor, and then the door to your room easing open.

kenma slips in without knocking and immediately spots you on the bed, propped against the pillows with your phone still in hand, one eyebrow arched like you’ve been waiting for this exact moment.

he doesn’t say anything at first. and watches you with that half-lidded, golden-eyed stare that’s equal parts tired and amused.

you break first, because of course you do.

“so,” you say after a moment, voice carefully neutral, “i see you decided to soft launch me to several dozen thousand people tonight.”

“they were being annoying,” he says simply, dropping onto the bed beside you. his thigh presses warm against yours. “figured i’d give them something to chew on.”

you set your phone aside, shift so you’re facing him properly, knees bumping his hip. “oh, you gave them something alright. i think all your thirsty fangirls are screaming crying right now."

“they’ll survive.” he says, voice low, almost lazy. he reaches out, hooks two fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugs you an inch closer like it’s nothing.

you lean in a little, voice dropping to that playful murmur you save just for him. “so… are you going to hard launch your beautiful, sexy girlfriend tomorrow, or are you gonna keep dangling the carrot and let them beg for crumbs?”

he hums, thoughtful, thumb brushing idle circles against the skin just above your shorts. “could be fun.” his gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up.

your pulse kicks up— not nerves, just heat, anticipation, the thrill of knowing exactly how chaotic he’s willing to let things get when he’s in this mood.

“that's bold,” you say, grinning. “you sure you’re ready for that level of degeneracy? they’re already feral tonight. tomorrow they’ll be even worse with visual confirmation.”

"i'm used to it by now. wanna show off my pretty girlfriend to everyone."

he kisses you then— slow, unhurried, like he’s got all night and tomorrow’s stream is just bonus content. when he pulls back, his voice is a murmur against your lips.

“better get some sleep. s'gonna be a nightmare tomorrow.”

you laugh against his lips, low and sure. “you’re the one who poked the hornet’s nest, babe. don’t act like you’re not excited.”

and tomorrow comes fast.

by the time he starts stream the next day, you’re already settled: pink gaming chair dragged right up next to his black one, close enough that your knees brush his when you shift.

he doesn’t announce you. doesn’t even look at the camera when he hits “go live.” just leans back, a can of coke in hand, and says in that deadpan drawl, “hey, chat. got company today. also known as yesterday's biggest dono 'kodzukenkink'” he raises his hands briefly, putting quotation marks around the username.

canonicallydownbad: HE WAS BEING FR ??????? kneesweakforkozume: KENMA SOFTLAUNCH TO HARDLAUNCH IN 24HRS??? certifiedkenmasimp: HOLY FUCK SHES GORGEOUS

you don’t flinch. just tilt your head toward him, smirking, and wave once. the donations start pouring in like someone opened a faucet. hearts, crying emojis, “MARRY ME BOTH OF YOU”, “KENMA-SENSEI SHOW US YOUR WAYS”.

kenma glances sideways at you, the tiniest curve to his mouth, then back to the screen. “chill,” he says, but there’s no heat in it. he’s enjoying this. “she’s not going anywhere. be normal for once.”

they’re not normal.

they never are.

the questions come fast, overlapping, shameless.

verifiedkoduzukenobserver: IS SHE THE ONE U CALL GOOD GIRL 💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭 kenmasbedhair: bet she’s the reason you end stream early sometimes 💔💔 hecanruinmykda: does she make you whimper kenma hiswifiwife: Q&A SESSION STARTS NOW TELL US KING

you laugh— clear, bright, unbothered— and lean closer to his mic just enough for your voice to carry. “you guys are so nosy."

kenma’s ears go faintly pink, but he doesn’t pull away. instead he sets the drink down, and turns his chair toward you a fraction.

“they’re asking if you’re the one,” he says, voice low, almost conversational, but his eyes are locked on yours. “the good girl thing.”

you arch a brow, leaning into his touch. “am i?”

he doesn’t answer with words. just lets his gaze drop to your lips, then back up, slow and deliberate.

chat loses what little composure it had left.

apple.creampie: NOT THE EYE SEX???? spectatingmyhusband: HELLO? ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING parasociallystable: ATP JS BEND HER OVER THE DESK ALREADY 💔😭 certifiedkenmasimp: I SECOND THAT kneesweakforkozume: we need an onlyfans yesterday

kenma reads the last one aloud, voice dropping into that velvet register they all lose their minds over. “'we need an onlyfans'.” he pauses, lets the silence stretch, then looks straight at the camera. “keep talking like that and i’ll bend her over this table right now. you want that?”

the sidebar turns into a wall of yes yes YES YES caps-lock and barking drooling emojis.

you feel the heat crawl up your spine— not embarrassment, just raw want. you shift in the pink chair, thighs pressing together, and meet his eyes with a slow, challenging smile. “y'know, babe, you're threatening both them and me with a good time.”

he exhales a soft laugh, then— “alright,” he says to the camera, voice flat but laced with that quiet amusement only you ever get to hear fully. “enough foreplay. we’re playing two player obby on roblox. you degenerates can behave or i’m ending stream early.”

you watch your tiny blocky avatar spawn on top of his on a floating pastel platform suspended over an endless sky, cheerful music chiming through both your phone speakers and his headset at the same time. the title screen proudly announces two player obby. you're playing on your phone while he plays on his pc, streaming his screen for his viewers.

"ooh, get ready to lose, kenma."

"(y/n).. we're supposed to work together to get to the end."

then, your avatar jumps.

misses.

falls directly into the void.

the oof sound effect plays through your speakers.

kenma exhales a quiet laugh beside you, shoulders shaking faintly.

you glance sideways at him. “don’t laugh.”

“i didn’t say anything,” he replies, which is technically true, though the amusement lingering in his voice makes it worse.

his avatar waits patiently at the edge of the platform while yours respawns, blocky arms lifting stiffly as you try again. the controls on your phone feel slightly delayed, thumbs tapping carefully as you line up the next jump.

you make it this time.

barely.

“okay,” you mutter, leaning closer without realizing, concentration pulling your brows together. “this game is stressful.”

“you’re supposed to jump when it moves,” kenma says, tone calm, eyes flicking between his monitor and the corner of his screen where chat scrolls endlessly.

“i am jumping.”

your character slips again, teetering dangerously before regaining balance at the last second.

chat explodes in celebration like you’ve achieved something monumental.

you’re both leaning into your screens, trading quiet commentary. “wait, stand on that button,” you mutter. “got it,” he replies, voice soft, focused. your characters sync up effortlessly, and it’s nice. domestic. almost normal.

almost.

then the chats starts creeping back.

jokingly, of course.

certifiedkenmasimp: bend her over when she dies again kneesweakforkozume: lmao co-op but make it 18+ canonicallydownbad: kenma if u die she has to ride u on cam apple.creampie: we’re kidding… unless 👀 respectfullyunwell: SPICY CONTENT OR RIOT

your eyes glance up to the chat and you immediately smirk, a mischievous idea now planted in your head. "woah. your fans really want you to fuck me on live. y'sure you don't wanna give your sweet fans what they want?"

kenma reads a few silently, lips thinning. you catch the exact second his patience snaps— not dramatic, just a quiet click. he pauses the game mid-level, and looks up directly into the camera.

"you guys really don't know when to stop," he sighs.

apple.creampie donated 500$! "kenma if you hate us so much just fuck your gf on stream and end our suffering 😒"

he doesn’t speak right away.

just reaches, wraps those long fingers around your wrist, tugs once—sharp enough to make your breath hitch— and pulls you right between his spread thighs so your ass bumps the edge of the desk, facing him.

“sit.”

you start sideways like a coward. but he lifts you up, spins you until you’re sitting on him proper— facing the camera, thighs forced wide with his knees, with your back glued to his chest. you let out a small yelp from how rough he was.

chat loses its fucking mind instantly.

he doesn’t even glance at the spam. his left arm snakes around your and his right hand dragging slow up the inside of your thigh. his middle finger traces the soaked seam of your shorts, presses just hard enough to make your hips twitch like a needy little bitch.

“look at them.” kenma's chin jerks toward the monitor. “they've been begging to watch me ruin you nonstop. and you—” his fingertip circles your clit through the cotton, slow and mean, “—you've been egging them on.”

you try to hide your face but he catches your jaw and forces it right back to the lens.

“eyes on camera, slut.”

two fingers shove under the fabric, sinking in knuckle-deep and curling right into your g-spot. your whole body jolts.

“fuck—kenma—” you try to bite your lips to keep your sounds in,

“shut up.” his thumb presses your clit in tight, nasty little strokes. “already dripping down my hand like a desperate whore. don’t act shy now.”

his chat is actual chaos. half keysmash, half straight-up “please fuck her on stream” donos lighting the sidebar on fire.

he repeats one comment, deadpan.

“‘bend her over when she dies again’.” he lets out a tiny dry huff. “so fucking predictable.”

fingers scissor once, twice, then rip out. you whine like you’re dying.

he drags those slick fingers straight to your mouth, pushes them past your lips.

“clean your mess.”

you do as he says— tongue swirling, tasting yourself while thousands watch you choke on his fingers.

“good girl,” he breathes, almost sweet. then, “such a filthy attention whore.”

pulls them out with a wet pop, smears the spit and slick across your thigh like he’s marking territory, then grips your hips and stands— lifting you like you’re nothing.

he folds you over the edge, tits mashed to the wood, ass up, face inches from the camera. ring light catches every bead of sweat, every flutter of your lashes, every tremble.

he yanks your shorts and panties down— fabric tangled around your thighs like makeshift cuffs.

with his fists in your hair, he yanks your head back so the camera gets the perfect money shot: lips swollen, eyes glassy and nearly fucked-stupid already, drool at the corner of your mouth.

“look at them,” he orders, quieter, darker. “let them see the face they’ve been paying to wreck.”

he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down just enough— blunt head nudges your entrance, fat and hot, rocking there just to make you feel how thick he’s gonna split you open while the entire stream watches.

“say it.”

“haah, fuck me.”

“louder. make them hear how bad you need it.”

your eyes flick to chat— pure depravity, begging in every language.

“fuck me, kenma— please— fuck me on stream—”

he slams in, one long, brutal stroke that punches the air out of your lungs.

your mouth falls open in a silent scream. he doesn’t let you breathe, just sets a punishing rhythm— deep, mean snaps that make your palms slip on the desk every time his hips slap your ass.

“keep looking at the camera,” he orders when your head tries to drop. hair yanked back harder. “let them see your pretty face while i use this cunt.”

tears prick your eyes— not pain, just the overwhelming stretch, the exposure, the sick thrill of being their porn.

his free hand snakes around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and filthy until your thighs are shaking like you’re gonna collapse.

“clenching so fucking tight,” he mutters, almost to himself. “you love being their camslut?”

you can’t speak— just broken, pathetic moans every time he bottoms out.

he folds over you, chest to your back, lips brushing your ear.

“come for them,” he whispers, voice pure command. “show the chat what their money bought.”

you shatter.

your whole body seizing, mouth wide in a soundless wail as you gush around him, vision blurring white. he fucks you through every pulse, relentless, until you’re whimpering, oversensitive, legs trembling so bad he has to hook an arm under your hips to hold you up.

only then does he let go— few more thrusts before he buries balls-deep and fills you with a low, guttural groan the mic eats right up.

silence for a beat. just both of you panting.

then he pulls out slow, lets you slump boneless over the desk, and finally— finally— ends the stream.

god bless any loved ones who joined Just Chatting | Things Got Weird expecting wholesome gameplay.

۶ৎ read part two

[nyctophilicroses]

eight times out of ten, when osamu looks at you, he sees the strong, beautiful woman who he spent years working up the courage to propose to.

he sees his right hand, his best friend, his better half.

other times, when osamu looks at you, he can't help but see the way your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, eyes batting up at him innocently as if his cum isn't tempted to spill down your throat. he can practically feel the tingle in his thighs as your sinful hands caress them, trying to coax them into being relaxed, only to quiver in your grip. he feels the vibrations of your throat as you moan teasingly around him. your fingers searched out his sac, rolling his balls and using the tips of your nails to tease them into tightening- he shudders and sighs shakily at the memory.

the other times he lets his brain flicker out of focus, he can see the way he threw you on top of the kitchen table after you'd been an absolute menace after an important event, touching up on him and whispering in his ear about how you'd take him right here if you could; the second you'd crossed the threshold and into the kitchen for wine, he'd wasted no time in shredding the dress he spent entirely too much on to bits, hands dragging you complacent body to the edge and fucking you to the point of the most delicious agony smearing your makeup. your gummy walls sinched around him torturously, your nails biting into his skin with a vengeance.

but those other eight times remind him you're not just a doll for him to fuck and demolish, not just a common whore who gives him the most soul wracking blowjobs that have him on his hands and knees to worship.

you're his wife.

and as he stares at his beloved wife, it's not his fault that at first glance, he nearly salivates over the mere memory of your sweet, sticky cunt.

[lazybish-vd]

Yummy

[xuditmrq]

Nsfw! Jake audio

I'm baaaack :)

I'll upload more this weekend, I love you all 🫶🏻

[lazybish-vd]

Need my men LOUD. This is just soooo buzzy

[xuditmrq]

Nsfw! Ni-ki audio

[lazybish-vd]

Deep voices just do it for me 🤌🏾

[decayofalice]

-ˋˏ᯽ mdni! 18+, cw hybrids, mommy kink

Just imagining puppy!Dazai and bunny!Sigma going into heat while you're out at work…

Sigma’s heat will trigger Dazai’s, and since you’re out, they have to fuck each other. They both want you instead, but they really can’t control themselves — when you get home it feels too good for them to stop.

You’ll open the door to find Sigma bent over on all fours on the carpet, face pressed against the ground, flushed and drooling, arching hard into Dazai, while Dazai is gripping Sigma’s small waist, rolling his hips against his ass, pushing his cock deep inside, head lolling forward, moaning at each thrust.

You’ll laugh as you walk up to them, grabbing a fistful of Dazai’s sweaty hair and forcing his head up to look at you. Dazai moans at the feeling of being manhandled but doesn’t have much other response – his eyes are foggy and far away, pupils blown, and as soon as you snicker, muttering “dumb puppy”, and drop his head, his eyes shoot back to where his dick is plunging in and out of Sigma’s hole, entranced by the lewd sight.

Sigma is more responsive to your presence – his eyes light up when he sees you and he tries to push himself up to greet you, to no avail. You sit in front of him and help him up a bit off the carpet, supporting him with your arms, letting him grab onto your shoulders, whining out “mommy” over and over into your neck while Dazai ruts into him from behind. You just stroke his hair and mutter “I know, bunny, I’m here now.”

You’ll ask Sig if he feels good and he’ll nod rapidly, unable to stop himself from drooling onto your shoulder. His poor cock is slapping against his stomach with the force of Dazai’s thrusts, so hard and clearly untouched, all pretty and pink and dripping. You can tell he’s close and you’ll reach out and stroke his cock to help him because Dazai sure as hell isn’t focused on that.

Poor baby, he’ll look up at you, so pitifully grateful for the bare minimum, gasping out, “ahh-thank you–thank you-”, twitching into your hand.

“Awwh, poor bunny,” you’ll pout at him, “Dazai’s been mean to you, huh? Is he being a selfish puppy?” and Sigma will just nod, only half aware of what you’re saying but loving the way you’re cooing at him and coddling him, like “Uh-huh, uh-huh. s-so mean…g-gonna cum, mommy~” 

“S’okay, bunny. Go ahead, you’re okay.”

He’ll bite down softly on your shoulder, crying out as he cums all over your lap, gripping your shoulders in his trembling hands like you’re going to disappear as soon as he finishes.

Dazai can barely even process anything until he gets his first load out into Sigma’s ass. His balls are so tight and heavy and his cock is aching, his brain is hazy and his whole body is on fire. He can barely get a coherent word out besides “ffffuckk…” and “s-so tight….”

When he finally lets go, his thick cum pumping into Sigma’s tight hole, he digs his nails hard into Sigma’s ass, moaning loudly. “Fuck–…cumming!”

Sigma will cry out, grabbing your shirt, and whimper “mommyy he’s hurting meee…” and you’ll stroke his hair and coo at him, making his brain go fuzzy again. He’ll just cling onto you hard as Dazai finally slows down, sniffling and nuzzling into your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.

Dazai will be panting heavily as he pulls out, still dazed but finally registering that you’re there, and he’ll crawl over to you and collapse his head into your lap, not caring that you’re covered in Sigma’s cum. Already feeling his cock hardening again, hyper-responsive to your scent, he’ll just nuzzle his head against you and moan softly, murmuring “you’re home~ ♡ thank god. Please help us.”

-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: might make this into a full fic later...pls tell me i'm not the only one obsessed w/ sigzai and their dynamic <3 also hope i'm not the only hybrid freak out there oops! sorry for the kinktober delay, day 4 is coming out soon! enjoy this in the meantime hehe˚⊹.♡ ࣪⊹˚.

©decayofalice

[lazybish-vd]

MXM!! MXMXF???

[xuditmrq]

Nsfw! Jake audio

Jake can't help himself while you're jerking him off.

oommg this really sounds like him.

[lazybish-vd]

OH.MY.GODDSS. he's so loud, and whiny, and I love it.

[maisoll]

his glasses turn u on!

"moreee—mmmph!" you moan from behind the school’s nerds’ hand, which was currently being held against your mouth as he harshly pounded into you from behind, your legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself upright. if it wasn’t for the fact that you two were inside a library right now, he would’ve loved to hear you better.

now, he’s not even sure how he got here in the first place; all he can remember is it had started sometime in the middle of all the awkward flirting between the bookshelves and your touchy advances these past few weeks.

he’s a complete geek, and you had men—even women—at your feet, he couldn’t understand it—a lanky, socially inept loser having sex with the hottest girl on campus? unheard of!

but he’s given up on the fantasy that this was a dream after you dug your nails into his thigh for the third time, begging him to go faster. “fuck, pretty...y’feel sooo good,” he groans from behind you, his balls slapping incessantly against your puffy pussy, dragging out grunts from him every time your walls clamp around him. “l-look at me.”

before you could even register his words, he’s taking his hand from your mouth and turning your head back to look at him. his other hand was digging painfully into your ass, spreading red marks across your skin every time it bounced. he could feel the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and his glasses, which were now uncomfortably foggy and slipping down his nose bridge.

you didn’t know whether it was how stuffy the library was or if you had really lost all the air in your lungs the moment your head was forced back to look at him. shirt unbuttoned, his beautiful eyes now exposed, and there were red marks adorning his neck from earlier.

he looked so fuckin’ hot.

the bookcase you were holding onto was shaking riotously, books scattering onto the carpet as your jaw hung slack, glossy lips parted as you mewled without restraint. “ssooo deep, y’re in my tummyyyy!”

his balls clench painfully at your moans, hot and aching for release with every push against your wet, fluttering walls that kept sucking him in. he slams into you harder—if that was even possible—snaking his arm to wrap under your stomach, feeling his tip prodding at your abdomen. “yeah, f-feels good? im gonna—haah—cum...”

you could barely respond anymore with how hard he’s thrusting, each stroke jerking the glasses down the slope of his nose more and more. you nod dumbly at his words, crying out, “uhuh-uhuhhh, fuckin’ me s’good—!”

he’s moaning pathetically now; he’s never had a girl like this, and he can hardly feel his dick inside you now with how wet you are. despite the fog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him, desperate and hazy; it only makes him more keen to make you cum.  

and he does. just a few thrusts later, you’re cumming stupidly on his dick, wailing into his hand as he holds your face, your knuckles turned white from your grip on the bookshelf. “nnhh, need—y’to cum inside!”

he almost can’t believe what he’s hearing, but he decides not to question it, knowing this might be the only opportunity he’ll get with you. “shit—g..gonna fill this pussy up,” he pants, barely missing the way his voice cracks at the end as his balls tighten and he rolls his hips with one final stroke, shooting spurts of hot cum into your womb.

it was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of breathing to be heard in the emptiness of the library before you're being pushed forward, then slowly pulled back onto his cock. “...one more time?”

how could you say no to that?

© maisoll | don't copy or steal my work!

divider cc: @viviansturns

[lazybish-vd]

Nerd men are my weakness!! They're sooooo cute

[thevandalangel]

when i’m down on my knees, you’re how i pray ―୨୧⋆ ˚

𖦹 will byers smut drabble

𐔌 dom!will, he’s stroking it in the basement, pwp, fantasizing, bttm!mike, post-nut clarity, byers living with wheelers.

not written with s5 in mind— originally posted on ao3 under angelelitist!

wc: 481

⟡

Up and down. Up and down.

Will was kneeling on the basement floor, jean zipper popped open just enough to pull out his length. He hovered over a photograph. One of Mike. One Jonathan had taken in an attempt to annoy the noirette a few weeks prior.

Mike had always been gorgeous in Will’s mind, with adoring wide eyes that resembled a pitiful fawn.

In the photo, his eyes are locked where the camera had hovered above him, looking up from the side, eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost confused in a way. His freckles appeared bolder against his lightly flushed milky skin in it. And his lips— oh his lips— pouted slightly, pink and wet from his habit of biting.

Pre drooled down the base, the rushed motion of his hand now earning an accompanying slick plap with each pass. He was so hard it almost hurt. Will let out a groan, loud and shameless. He was home alone, why should he have to be quiet?

His mind wandered, watching a drop of the fluid splat, right on photo-Mike’s mouth. What if Mike actually let Will have his way with him? A hand tangled in his dark hair and Will’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth, maybe even deep in his throat. But he knows Mike wouldn’t be able to handle the full length of it- a soft choke everytime he slid too far in. It would be too much for him. Maybe a hand around his neck, forcing it down the taller’s throat.. or maybe he’d let Will take him properly, from behind, or in missionary. His face was far too pretty to even resist it if it was an option. His abdomen was getting tenser.

“So close.” Heavy pants escaped his slack mouth, sharp intakes and grunts accompanying them. Each slick sound fueled his imagination, the strokes down his thick length getting shorter. Faster. Would it feel like this sliding in and out of him? Maybe somehow better? Would he be loud and whiny? Would he beg for it? For Will to be rougher?

In one last motion, Will’s eyes clenched shut, and the tip sprayed out cum in quick long spurts. His heartbeat thundered heavy in his ears, knees now struggling to keep him up through the tremors, but his hand never faltered in its pumping. He let out short sob-whines as he milked his own length, only halting when the ache of ‘too much’ began to fade in.

When his eyes opened, he was greeted by, what once was a clear photo, now barely visible under the cloudy streaks of cum. A slight shame settled in his chest. It was perverse to think that Mike would ever touch him in that way. That he’d even be submissive. He shook the thoughts out of his head, he didn’t have to know about this, just his dirty little secret.

⟡

thank you for reading, part 2 in the works! i take reqs btw..

+ song in the title!

[lazybish-vd]

Solo Will! Top Will crumbs?? Yes plsss

[wydbyers]

mike wheeler fucks will byers so dumb that will cant even speak coherent words anymore. his eyes are unfocused, mouth wide open as drool continuously drips from his lips. only the sound of skin slapping against skin and the repetitive moaning that leaves will’s mouth can be heard resonating the room. oh their poor roommates and their poor neighbours. having to hear will get so dumbed down by mike wheeler’s big fucking cock. the only time will forms a sentence clear enough to understand is when he tells mike he’s cumming. thighs shaking and nails digging deep into mike’s shoulders, running down his back. you’d think that was over, but mike’s insatiable! pulling will into his arms as mike repeatedly slots his cock in n out of his hole dripping with fluids… “m-mike pleashhh” the older boy slurs, not knowing if he can take more but how can he resist when mike whines and bites down on his shoulder, rutting like a poor dog in heat, whispering and begging will for more. “one more, please just one more for me baby” it’s a lie and will knows, because mike wont stop fucking him until the sun rises and a new day begins.

[lazybish-vd]

BYLERRRRR

[selestiyara]

your boyfriend finds the best way to wake you up ‹𝟹

hi babies, did you miss me??

[lazybish-vd]

SOMNO??? THATS MY SHITTTT

[kill3ill]

choso's never been quite fond of his cock.

he's obviously started watching porn, but finds himself confused by how different his looks compared to the men in the clips. most are nice and proportionate to their bodies, some long and lithe, some shorter, but none as thick and heavy as his. why are his balls sticking to the inside of his thighs when it gets hot? why is his cock so heavy that he walks slower than other men? he hates it.

when he sees bigger sizes being praised online he figures they don't mean him. because his cock isn't just big, it's heavy, fat, swings when he walks, and takes up all the space in his boxers. he can't even find a sex doll for him to fuck that'll withstand his size. he's torn through all of them.

how is he ever going to be in a relationship?

when you started liking him, choso had forgotten all about the monstrosity in his underwear and got all caught up in your flirtations. he's never had someone as beautiful as you pay so much attention to him. you're one of yuji's friends from college that's staying at their house for the summer. you include him on your outings with yuji, get him little gifts you say reminded you of him, call him pretty and trace his tattoos with your hands... it all has his brain melting into goo. he only remembers that he's a freak when you're sat on the couch with him sitting on the floor between your legs during movie night, and you're scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips.

the slow, repeated motion has his cock twitching and slowly rising in his pants, giving an especially hard throb when you tug his hair gently and squish your thighs around him. your hole is close enough to his nose for him to smell you, the sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.

he doesn't notice how bad it looks until his cock is fully stood up in his shorts, and he looks down, seeing the huge tent in his trousers and pushes his hands over it, stumbling to his feet. the quick, sudden movements making him dizzy. "i t-think i left my computer on upstairs" he mumbles, pushing down on his cock and praying you can't see how hard he is. you look up at him through long lashes and tilt your head, giving him a look that's disastrously similar to one you'd probably make if you sucked him off has him starting to leak an embarrassing amount.

with a yelp, he rushes upstairs before you can see the mess he's made of himself. he's so disoriented that he accidentally finds himself in the guest room, the one you're currently using, instead of his. and it's heaven. all your little trinkets everywhere, your scent stuck in the room... he dumps himself face first on the bed and buries his face into the pillow you're using, inhaling deeply and starting to hump the mattress through his shorts.

his cock is so swollen, even fatter and more sensitive than normal, and his hip rolls are slow and heavy as he grinds down onto the cushy duvet, inhaling large gusts of your shampoo and lotion from the pillow and imagining he's grinding on you instead. soft, sweet, pretty you. he's so obsessed with you. and you like him too, he knows it... how will he fit his cock in you when the time finally comes for him to fuck you?

"mngh... s-shit-" he groans into the pillow, strings of saliva coating it from his parted lips. he hasn't had feelings like this for another person for as long as he can remember, and imagining you being able to take all of him has his brain completely messed up.

choso pants your name and reaches down to cup his balls through his thin shorts, massaging the heavy mounds as more precum shoots out of his tip and leaks onto your mattress. he wonders if you've touched yourself on this bed too. maybe you touched yourself to him- "oh ff-fuck-" he chokes out, tearing his pants off and grinding his cock raw on your mattress, his fat cock now bare to the cool air of the room and to anyone that could walk in...

"choso, are you in my room? i've been looking for you everywhere! why have you been gone so long? yuji told me to come check on-"

you barge into the room unceremoniously and look at choso rubbing his huge dick on your bed, leaking cum everywhere out of his thick, flushed tip and sniffing your pillow.

"oh my gosh."

he tries to get up quickly, but he's so dazed and his orgasm was ruined and his poor cock hurts so much... he can't stop what he's doing, continuing to hump your bed while looking at you with huge, glossy eyes. "ne- hic- need help, please..." he begs, lips parted as a moan bubbles out of him.

you'd be completely grossed out if this were anyone else in the world sneaking into your room and getting off to you like this, but you know choso. he's so sweet and gentle, and if he got this desperate, you know he must've been wanting you for a long time. you pause by the door. "h-how do you want me to help you?"

he sniffles and pouts up at you. "i wanna do this to you instead..." he says, reaching a hand out for you.

slowly, you approach him, and he makes quick work of tugging you under him. he parts your legs and lines his bare cock up with your clotched hole, starting to grind down on you while panting and looking straight into your eyes.

you gasp at the pleasure erupting through you as he starts to grind down on you. the friction is delicious, and his weight on top of you allows for firmer pressure of your crotches against one another. from this angle, you can look down proper and see if his dick really was as big as it seemed when you got inside, and you gasp at the huge, thick flesh pressing into you.

choso whimpers and frantically kisses you to distract you from gaping at his cock. "please don't look at it," he moans against your mouth, enjoying how good you taste. somehow it's even better than you smell, and he can't resist sliding his tongue past your lips and tangling your tongue with his as he humps you. " 's big and ugly."

he never thought he'd be fortunate enough to do this, but here he is, grinding on and kissing his crush, and all he needed to do was ask. you're nearly distracted by kissing him, but you catch on to his words of insecurity and pull away, panting. "that's not- ah, true, choso. your cock is mnh! nice..."

he perks up, getting overexcited by your praise and moans and squirming. he grabs your hips and tugs off your bottoms, lifting you up and rubbing himself against your naked hole. "yeah?" he pants. "you like it? ugh, 'm so close..."

you mewl each time his wet tip notches partially in your hole then slips out, offering a momentary stretch before he returns to humping you. "c-can i cum on you?" he whines, rubbing you on his dick and maneuvering your body in his big hands. "please... i like you so much, i want you to smell like me-"

"y-yeah... f-fuck, you can put it in me if you want to, too." you gasp as he pushes just a little bit inside again and pulls out, returning to rubbing against you sloppily.

he whines, not wanting to reject your offer, but knowing he'll probably never fit inside you. the thought of stretching you out again and having you cry and squirm on his dick if he buried himself inside you all the way has his vision going white, and his eyes roll as he shoots hot ropes of cream all over your tummy, with you following right after.

as you cum together, choso bends down and kisses you hard once more, dumping his body on yours and practically slurping on your tongue. he's getting all excited again and doesnt notice you grabbing his half-hard cock at the base, starting to slowly push it inside you...

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[cupidstrace]

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