hello i know i’ve been gone awhile and you’ve probably forgotten all about me but im still alive and doing semi well. i have just felt so out of place here lately and it makes it hard to feel comfortable which sucks but i’ll try to start posting again soon :,)
pairing ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]
content warning ♱ filming, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarm¡ng, student/professor roleplay, creamp¡es, sir kink, light pet play + use of kitten (sylus), pet names, body worship, heavy praise, corruption kink (if you squint)—MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ went overboard on caleb’s again (prefacing i do not play overwatch) </3 anyway, please forgive me if this is horrible… it’s been a rough month feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
xavier is dominant by nature. that’s not a surprise— both of you know your dynamic very well. but something about the camera being on shifts him into someone else entirely. the xavier who usually makes you beg, who relishes in telling you what to do… isn’t the same xavier that sits in front of the camera with you.
take now, for instance. the little red light glows, signaling that his stream is live, and the comments are already going insane— but not half as insane as xavier himself.
you’re pumping his length with your hand covered in his previous loads listening to the dings indicating generous donations from your loyal viewers. he’s in tears, mumbling out, “too much…” yet he’s constantly bucking into your hand because your sweet boy wants— needs more.
you swipe over his messy slit with your thumb, reveling in the way he gasps and whines at the contact. “but, baby, look at how much they’re paying just for you to cum again,” murmuring the words with your lips pressed against his rose-tinted ear. “if not for them, you’ll do it for me, right? you’ll cum for me?”
xavier, ever the good boy, nods his head incessantly, whining when your hand pumps harder. “y-yes, for you– anything for you.”
your lips stretch into a wide smile and you coo, “good boy, always so good for me.”
he gasps again, twitching uncontrollably against your palm, “fuh-fuck, please, p-please! ‘m so close,” he moans. “so fucking close— ah, angel-”
you can’t help but giggle as the tip jar chimes ceaselessly. squinting at the screen, you scan the stream of comments— most of them gushing over how beautiful your lover is, the rest shamelessly begging him to cum for you.
you stroke him faster, the beautiful schlick sound of your hand wrapped around his soiled dick and his moans filling your ears. he’s absolutely losing his mind and you can see it when you watch his face on the screen. eyebrows furrowed, cheeks pink and his mouth hung wide open. it’s no wonder he’s so popular on the site when he looks this breathtaking.
“my little star,” you hum, noticing the way he bucks into your hand, your gaze zeroing in on his cock. “hmm, gonna cum, pretty boy? y’know everyone’s waiting for it.”
“y-yeah, ‘m gunna cum– can i…? please, baby?”
you flit your eyes back to the screen and tilt your head. “should i let our pretty boy cum again?” you ask, faux pout etching into your lips.
the comments flood with pleas and affirmations, the tip jar going off even more and it has you biting back a smile. not a single person wants you to deny him. and how could you when he’s making that face. silver brows pulled in, eyes screwed shut and his pink, plush lips in the shape of an ‘o.’
“you can, baby, cum for us– cum for me, hmm?” you purr, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “make a big mess for me ‘n maybe i’ll let you fuck me… if you’re not too tired.”
at the promise, he’s throwing his head back, the prettiest cry leaving his lips. he immediately does as told, nearly clear ribbons of cum spurting out of his flushed, sensitive cock.
he’s gasping, spent from the back to back orgasms and all you can do is coo praises, calling him good and pretty and oh-so sweet, trying to ignore the dull ache in your cunt.
you note his panting and whining in overstimulation and decide he’s had enough for the night, pulling your hand away and cutting off the livestream with a curt ‘see you next time’ and a wink.
you turn back to him once the camera’s off and the laptop is closed, taking in his disheveled state. “alright, my love, let’s clean you–“
he cuts you off, tilting his flushed face up toward you. his pupils are so blown you can hardly catch the cobalt of his eyes— though the raw, carnal desire in them is impossible to miss. “wan’— hngh, wanna fuck you…” he moans out, face scrunched together in pleasure. his hand grabs at your hip, urging you to move and straddle him. “please, please, please— let me, please.”
your face softens and you offer a teasing, saccharine smile. “such an eager thing…you sure you can go again?”
you know he can. xavier’s stamina is otherworldly. and he confirms this when his eyes darken further and his cock twitches back to life between your bodies.
“i— fuck, i can. let me fuck you,” he pants. “i mean… don’t you think it’s my turn to make you beg for it?”
sylus loves calling you kitten because that’s exactly what you are. playful, mischievous, energetic— absolutely adorable even as feisty as you are.
sylus also loves to record you. dressing you up, putting you in cat ears– the cute, fuzzy ones with the bells so he can hear the jingle with every thrust of his cock. a cute collar choker around your neck, the kind that has the heart and prints the pretty shape into your skin.
and he loves when other people watch his pretty little kitty get fucked by the man that always taking care of her.
you’re in his lap, spread open with your legs hooked over him with his cock fully sheathed inside of you and you’re practically already gone– cockdrunk and drooling.
“look at the camera, kitten.” he orders softly, words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. you obediently oblige, eyes crossing but finally landing on the little green light on his laptop. “that’s it, that’s a good girl. fall apart on my cock and tell everyone how much you love it.”
you clench around him at the praise and even tighter when the prospect of being on hundereds— maybe thousands of phone and laptop screens across the world dawns on you.
your reply comes out watery, like you’d had a few too many drinks. “love it— mmph, i-i love it.”
he hums in content, bucking his hips up into you, “such a sweet girl, didn’t even put up a fight. you must love all this attention, huh?”
and his words, although laced with a hint of condescension, make you want to nuzzle into him, to press your face into his neck and let him fuck you till you’re nothing but a puddle of babbles and cum. his effect on you is a case that needs to be studied.
“only yours,” you manage to say, lolling your head back to rest on him. “l-love your attention.”
he inhales sharply and cock throbs in your tight pussy and you can’t stop the pretty whine that falls from your lips. “is that so?” his arms snake around your body, one of his hands wrapping loosely around your throat while the other rubs your lower belly palm pressing down on where his length resides. his lengthy fingers reach down and rub at your swollen clit.
you jolt at the contact, grasping at his arms and sinking your nails deep into his skin to keep yourself from convulsing further. this has him hissing and squeezing your throat tighter. “watch your claws, kitten.” he murmurs into your ear, grinding the tip of his cock into that spongy, sweet spot.
you arch your back, gyrating your hips for more friction— for anything, really. the desperate movements have the bells on your headband jingling, eliciting a groan from the big man behind you.
“ah, please… please gimme more. i—i’ll be good, promise.” you beg, continuing to hump and grind on him for something. anything. you’ll take whatever he gives you as long as it’s more.
sylus will never say no to you. sure, he’ll give you that deep, rich laugh and tease you a bit, but in the end? you’re his girl and he’ll break his back to make sure you’re the happiest person in the whole wide world.
“you’re always good for me, kitten, aren’t you?” and you nod vigorously, causing your bells to go off again. “yeah, you are. my good girl.”
and then his hands move away from your abdomen and throat to catch the back of your knees, hoisting you up so he can pound his cock into you. you can’t stop the squeal of surprise at the abrupt motion. his precision is spot on— you can feel him hitting your cervix with every brutal thrust. you feel him in your stomach, your throat, your head— everywhere. every fiber in your being screams sylus, sylus, sylus!
and you can’t take it. grasping onto him for dear life as your orgasm hits you like a truck. you’re shamelessly drenching his cock in honeyed arousal, weeping his name and clenching around him erratically.
and it only triggers his own orgasm. he’s groaning, gripping the flesh of your body so tight that you wouldn’t be shocked if you woke up tomorrow with prints of his hand decorating your skin. he slams you all the way down before shooting warm cum right into you, warming your entirety.
you’re moaning softly, a blissful smile tugging your lips, contentment written across your face and he notices. sylus flashes the camera a knowing smile of his own.
zayne always seemed so busy, stoic even, to everyone but you and his close friends. his surgical interns respected him, of course, but some of them couldn’t even begin to imagine what doctor zayne was like behind closed doors. some colleagues doubted he even had a partner— he worked so much, how could you possibly be satisfied? in short, to many, zayne was boring.
they couldn’t be more wrong.
zayne loved you– adored you in a way he couldn’t even put into words. you were more than satisfied. every waking second of his free time was spent with you. spoiling you, loving you…
dressing you up and fucking you absolutely stupid on camera.
and you’re not really sure where the interest stemmed from—roleplaying on camera— but you didn’t bat an eye when he proposed the idea to you. it aroused you to know your kinky sextapes were being watched by thousands of people. to know that people would do anything to be in your position. and you knew it aroused him too.
tonight, you’re in his home office and he has his glasses tipping off his nose, a white button up and a loosened tie around his neck while you stand before him in the shortest pleated skirt and tightest top in your closet. you’re a uni student begging her professor for mercy during ‘office hours.’
“professor, i know i skipped your class, and i don’t deserve it,” you say, voice watery and hands tugging at the hem of your skirt. “but please give me another chance… i can’t fail this class. i can make it up to you.”
“you know the rules, though,” he murmurs softly, leaning back in his chair putting all the greek gods to shame. “attendence is worth 50% of your grade.”
“but sir… i’ll do anything. i-i’ll be a good girl. please?”
the crack in your voice does him in. every time.
it’s how you end up face smooshed against the cool, glass desk with your ass up with your skirt flipped up before him.
“if you want to pass, you gotta work for it, sweet girl.” he whispers, teasing your pussy with the head of his cock. “you want it?”
you nod, breaths coming out in shudders. you clench around nothing and he watches the way your bare cunt glistens in the dim lit room. “yes sir,” you say, deprived. “want it s’bad.”
“show me then.” and that’s all he says before pressing into you, hole taking shape to his length almost immediately. like you’re welcoming him home.
you rut back against him as soon as he slips the tip in, fucking yourself on his cock with breathless pleas and moans. you do your best for his approval and you’re rewarded with his kind praise and gentle hands soothing your ass and hips and lower back.
you fill yourself deep, pressing your ass flush against his lower abdomen and grind against him, allowing him to drink you in. and he just can’t help but praise you.
“you’re doing so well, sweetheart. keep going— yeah, fuck yourself on my cock, just like that.” he moans, his cock throbbing wildly in your tight heat. “shit, you feel divine. gonna milk me dry all for an A, aren’t you?”
the praise does something to you. it always does. every time he utters something sweet about how well you’re doing, your entire nervous system reacts. your stomach flutters, your body physically jolts, blood rushes right to your head and cunt and he revels in how you get off on a few hushed words.
you cry out, giving him exactly what he wants to hear. “yes–yes sir! ple-ase, fuck me, please,”
his hands find their rightful place on your hips and he rams himself into you, cock wedging in deeper than before so his tip rubs against your sweet spot. you yelp, pressing your palms flat against the table and arching your back. a smile spreads across his lips and he speaks, voice gravelly. “you’re gonna be a good girl ‘n cum for me, yeah?”
you sob out another ‘yes’, body buzzing with a sense of electricity. all it takes for a few more thrusts and it hits you— so hard and so fast that you lose the ability to speak or scream– only little squeaks and pants eject from your mouth.
and zayne keeps moving, fucking your trembling body till he’s releasing inside you with a soft groan. his chest presses against your back and his lips find your ear where he praises you endlessly, loud enough for the camera to hear.
then, with the softest whisper he can muster, “i love you.” and it’s only for you to hear.
you are rafayel’s princess— his most treasured love. pride and adoration swells in his chest when it comes to you. it’s why he loves to show you to the world. he wants everyone to know that you belong to each other, that he is endlessly fortunate to have someone as radiant as you in his life, and that together, the two of you shine so brightly it leaves others in awe.
it started off slow, little makeout sessions here and there that he’d record and put online. you both went viral, not so much for shock value or your looks, but for raw passion and desire that’s palpable even through a screen. then you started to do more— to show more. it became an entire production.
today, rafayel has you laid out on the floor, a sheet splattered in paint, the only barrier separating you from the hard ground. the setting sun pours through the large windows of his home, casting a beautiful, warm glow on your body. his hands, covered in assorted colors of paint, hover over your body with intent before finding you.
and it’s so easy to lose yourself with him– you don’t even remember that you’re on camera half the time, it’s always him on your mind— only him. it’s no different this time when his paint-covered hands press against your skin, leaving handprints on your bare body before fully sheathing himself inside of your tight cunt with a pretty moan.
“shit, princess— ah, you feel s’good,” he whimpers, hands moving from your waist to grope your tits, leaving more paint in their wake. “you’re s’perfect, baby.”
you tighten around him at the praise and he whimpers again, offering an experimental thrust. he takes pleasure in the way you arch into his touch, how you clamp around him like a vice and it encourages him to give you more. more until your entire body is covered in painted handprints and you’re biting back moans of his name.
your arms loop around his neck and legs wrap tighter around his waist, drawing him in closer. your forehead rests against each other, lips barely millimeters apart. his eyes bore into yours so intensely that you can practically feel his love pour into you. then you close the distance, moaning right into his mouth just for him to swallow them all.
he grabs the back of your neck, other hand finding solace on your upper back, right in between your shoulder blades. he holds you like this for awhile, lip sucking on your tongue like he’s trying to burn the taste of you into his mind—his cock still spearing in and out of you like both of your lives depend on it.
your stomach flips, feeling him fuck you this deep. you can’t stop your desperate whines and cries. the soft, “so–so deep, love your co—cock,” muffled by the weight of his mouth on yours.
he finally pulls back, your lips still connected by a sting of saliva and he smiles drunkenly.
“you’re such a cutie, you know that?” he pants out, pace quickening. “look so pretty covered in paint like this. the prettiest painting on the prettiest canvas— i’m so fuckin’ obsessed with you.”
your cheeks burn hot and your stomach knots up, you’re not sure if it’s because your orgasm is about to tide over or if it’s his words of idle worship. a mix of both, you think, because rafayel is now jackhammering into you as if he’s scared to stop and it only has your orgasm nearing closer and closer.
and you know he’s close, too. he’s whinier, nearly in tears as his breathing gets more and more shallow.
when you utter the words, “raf… raf, baby, ‘m so close, please don’t stop.”
he’s nearly hysterical, “stop? i can’t stop, baby. can’t ever stop, i’m addicted to you.”
then you’re there, his cock hits your g-spot eliciting something near explosive. your orgasm hits you and you get a rush of euphoria, nearly blacking out at the pleasure. he lets you ride it out, fucks you through it while you shake and tremble in his arms all the way until his abdomen tightens and his cock throbs between your pulsating, velvet walls.
he eases your back onto the floor before pulling out of your heat. his hand wraps tightly around his slick, aching cock, stroking himself desperately until ribbons of release splatter all over your paint streaked body. a broken moan slips out of him as he cums, gaze fixed on you and your fucked out face before it drops to the mess he’s left in his wake.
he finally comes down from his high, taking all of you in before smiling cockily.
caleb liked gaming. on his days off—when you were away on missions or trips—he’d sink into his chair, eyes glued to the glow of his high-tech pc, clicking away to keep his mind from wandering back to you.
he streamed often and he’d built a pretty solid following. most of his viewers were girls who fawned over your boyfriend, leaving thirsty comments or attempting to sneak their way into his private messages. you knew, as caleb would tell you immediately and you didn’t mind a bit—it wasn’t hard to see why he had girls tripping over their feet for him. caleb’s face and voice were undeniably sexy, but you knew he only had eyes for you. you never worried about faceless strangers. you were the one tangled up with him in his bed at the end of the day.
but caleb did mind. he hated the comments even if they were meant to feed his ego. more than once, he’d brought you up midstream, shutting down any advances without a single ounce of hesitation. “i don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that comment,” he’d say flatly. or with a teasing smile, “you think i’m hot? my girl tells me all the time, but i always tell her she’s the pretty one.”
still, the comments never stopped. so caleb decided to take things a step further— the only way he knew to get it through some people’s thick skulls.
you’re sat on his lap now, his cock speared inside of you while caleb speaks to the camera on his monitor. “teachin’ my pretty girl how to play overwatch tonight,” he says, a bright smile etched into his lips and eyes filled with love and adoration. all his viewers can see the pure look of love on his face on their screens. “say hi, pips.”
you muster all the strength to give the camera a smile, offering a stuttered, “h-hi,”
and when caleb shifts slightly, you nearly give yourself away. give away the fact that you’re practically getting fucked in front of a decent sized audience. you’re glad the camera only catches your chest up so they can’t see how your arousal pools at the base of his cock and the pads of his fingers rub gently at your throbbing clit.
he laughs, the vibrations from his body causing your own to tremble. “she’s a bit shy, but i’ll break her in.”
and he means it because you swear he’s purposefully been thrusting into you and rubbing at your needy bud for an eternity, like he wants you to get caught.
and that’s mostly because he does. he wants everyone of his watchers to know who gets his cock every day. it doesn’t matter that you’re not jealous of his little fans— caleb still needs you to stake your claim.
still, he explains the game, the objective, the important keys you need to remember like he’s not inches deep in you but it all goes through one ear and right out the other. all you can think about is his cock lodged inside your cunt and the stimulation on your clit. you try not to let it show on your face, but what is one to do in a situation like this?
he snaps you out of your daze by saying, “ready to try?”
you aren’t, you have no idea what the game is about, you can barely remember what it’s called, but you nod your head anyway.
he sets you up with solo casual play and places your hand over his mouse and whispers a soft good luck before telling everyone to wish you luck.
the second you enter the game, his hand finds its place on your hips and you let out a sharp gasp when he rocks you back and forth. “caleb!” you squeak and then he stops when he notices you’ve already been eliminated.
“aw, c’mon,” he says, voice low and teasing. “you can do better than that.”
once you respawn, he continues, grinding you on his cock without a care in the world. he knows his viewers are suspicious because more and more comments are flooding in and none of them are about your skill– or the lack thereof. they’re all about the face you’re making and your shallow breaths or caleb’s lopsided grin and darkened eyes.
yet, he doesn’t stop, when people start to notice, it only encourages him. he bucks his hips into you, cock ramming into your cervix and you actually let out a strangled cry. you abandon the mouse and keyboard, your hands grip at the desk to keep yourself from flailing while he fucks into you.
“fuck, baby,” he grunts, showing his strength by lifting and dropping you onto him with ease. “feel so fuckin’ good.”
“o-oh, caleb, th-the stream.” you pant, gripping the wooden table so hard you swear you hear it crack.
“yeah, let ‘em watch how you take this dick, pretty girl.” he says. “because it’s all yours.”
satoru can’t ever keep his hands to himself… even in public ⋆ mdni — 18+ 𐙚
you swear on your life that you will never let gojo satoru take you to see a movie ever again.
it wouldn’t be much of a problem if satoru actually watched the movie, but that seems to be the last thing on his agenda because right now, you’re sitting in the back row with his hand under your skirt, fingers toying with your soaked panties.
satoru pretends to watch the movie– the movie he begged you to see with him– but you know with the way his fingers skillfully tease you, that there isn’t a single thought in his mind that isn’t about you and your unbelievably wet cunt.
you’re just happy that the theater is nearly empty, otherwise you probably would’ve stopped him. maybe.
“satoru,” you whisper, trying to close your legs, but his hand lightly slaps your thigh, preventing the action. your teeth dig into your bottom lip, biting back a whine before his name slips from your mouth again. “toru…”
“shhh, just watch the movie,” he mutters, two of his fingers pressing against your covered clit, rubbing slow circles into the needy bud.
the corner of his lips tug up a bit when he hears a tiny whine slip past your swollen lips. he rubs you harder— faster— and your back slightly arches off the uncomfortable, plastic seat.
your hand clutches his wrists, but it seems that it only makes satoru move quicker, working you up even more till he finally snatches his hand away.
you snap your head to look at him, perfect face illuminated by the movie that plays on the large screen that couldn’t seem further away. you see the slight sparkle in his already bright eyes and the smirk that plays on his face. the same smirk you can’t wait to wipe off his face the second you get home.
you huff, directing your attention back to the film, squirming uncomfortably in your plastic chair. you feel restless, your panties stick to your core and slick coats your inner thighs as you squeeze them together and your boyfriend just sits there menacingly. as if he didn’t just attempt to finger fuck you in a movie theater.
you think you’re in the clear after a few minutes pass, but them his hands slide over your thigh again, rubbing your skin sweetly.
well, it’s sweet till he pulls your legs apart again.
you whimper, part in panic of getting caught the other in need. “toru, please.”
he looks over at you deviously. “what, baby? want me to stop?” he asks, fingers finding their way under your panties. a sharp gasp gets caught in your throat at the bare contact and you’re just glad that the movie was loud enough to mask it. “you want me to keep going, hm?”
you spread your legs open, something shy of a wordless admission. your teeth catch your bottom lip and your face floods with heat, body overcome with embarrassment at how desperate you’ve become.
“dirty girl,” he murmurs, dragging two of his fingers up your slit, collecting arousal. “sit back.”
you do as he says, leaning back and spreading your legs so he has better access. you shudder as the pads of his digits circle around your hole, pushing into you with ease.
“they slipped right in, baby…” he teases. “all wet ‘n ready for me, huh? that’s so fuckin’ cute.”
another gasp escapes you and you clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle any other noises that threaten to spill from your mouth. your eyes flutter as do your velvet walls while welcoming his fingers in.
come a new setting, the movie’s sound fades out and you swear the erratic sound of your heartbeat echoes in the theater along with the noise of your sopping cunt against his fingers. it’s loud– the squelch of your arousal and your soft pants.
“fuuuck, you hear that?” he whispers against your ear. “you hear how this pretty little pussy is begging for it? does getting fingered in public make you this wet, baby?”
your eyes roll back in the utmost pleasure. you wish you were alone together so your body can react naturally– so you can beg and cry for him to go harder. faster. give you more than just his long, slender fingers. but with the little company you have, if he gives you anymore, you might give yourself away.
you whine softly– well, as soft and quiet as you can, but you think it may be out of your control at this point.
but maybe it’s louder than you think because satoru is shushing you as if he’s another patron trying to watch the film in the room.
“shhhhhh,” his fingers move faster in ‘n out of your sloppy pussy. “c’mooon, pretty baby, ‘m trying to watch the movie. can’t hear if you and your cunt are crying so loud.” his hot and heavy breath tickles your ear, stimulating you further.
your hand clamps tighter over your mouth in attempts to mask the sounds you can’t hold back anymore. this doesn’t stop the slosh and splash that fill your ears and probably the ears of those around you. the sheer embarrassment has you clenching down hard around his fingers, nearly trapping them inside of you.
you throw your head back, mouth agape to let out a silent scream. your body goes taut and satoru knows what’s about to happen, and he makes it his life's mission to hit that g-spot of yours with every thrust.
and, of course, his precision is spot on.
and, as always, you’re creaming his fingers.
it’s only when he’s felt you strangle his fingers in your overstimulated, messy cunt that he’s pulling them out. he’s pulling out slowly, like he wants you to savor the feeling as if it’s the last time he’ll finger fuck you. god knows he’ll do it again at dinner or before bed, the insatiable freak.
his eyes nearly water when he notices the webs of honey-like arousal that attempt to leave with his hand. your pussy is a work of art to him.
he slips his long, slender fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste, indifferent to the patrons in the theater.
you look over at him with heavy, lidded eyes, “i’m gonna get you for this, satoru.”
he releases his fingers from his mouth with a pop and shoots you a smug grin. “i’ll be waiting patiently for it, baby,” he whispers. “oh, ‘n thanks for the snack… was gettin’ peckish.”
all of a sudden, you’re blinded by a bright light that isn’t coming from the movie. you adjust your skirt and quickly sit up as the theater attendant stands over you.
“apologies, but we’re going to have to ask you both to leave.”
satoru can’t ever keep his hands to himself… even in public ⋆ mdni — 18+ 𐙚
you swear on your life that you will never let gojo satoru take you to see a movie ever again.
it wouldn’t be much of a problem if satoru actually watched the movie, but that seems to be the last thing on his agenda because right now, you’re sitting in the back row with his hand under your skirt, fingers toying with your soaked panties.
satoru pretends to watch the movie– the movie he begged you to see with him– but you know with the way his fingers skillfully tease you, that there isn’t a single thought in his mind that isn’t about you and your unbelievably wet cunt.
you’re just happy that the theater is nearly empty, otherwise you probably would’ve stopped him. maybe.
“satoru,” you whisper, trying to close your legs, but his hand lightly slaps your thigh, preventing the action. your teeth dig into your bottom lip, biting back a whine before his name slips from your mouth again. “toru…”
“shhh, just watch the movie,” he mutters, two of his fingers pressing against your covered clit, rubbing slow circles into the needy bud.
the corner of his lips tug up a bit when he hears a tiny whine slip past your swollen lips. he rubs you harder— faster— and your back slightly arches off the uncomfortable, plastic seat.
your hand clutches his wrists, but it seems that it only makes satoru move quicker, working you up even more till he finally snatches his hand away.
you snap your head to look at him, perfect face illuminated by the movie that plays on the large screen that couldn’t seem further away. you see the slight sparkle in his already bright eyes and the smirk that plays on his face. the same smirk you can’t wait to wipe off his face the second you get home.
you huff, directing your attention back to the film, squirming uncomfortably in your plastic chair. you feel restless, your panties stick to your core and slick coats your inner thighs as you squeeze them together and your boyfriend just sits there menacingly. as if he didn’t just attempt to finger fuck you in a movie theater.
you think you’re in the clear after a few minutes pass, but them his hands slide over your thigh again, rubbing your skin sweetly.
well, it’s sweet till he pulls your legs apart again.
you whimper, part in panic of getting caught the other in need. “toru, please.”
he looks over at you deviously. “what, baby? want me to stop?” he asks, fingers finding their way under your panties. a sharp gasp gets caught in your throat at the bare contact and you’re just glad that the movie was loud enough to mask it. “you want me to keep going, hm?”
you spread your legs open, something shy of a wordless admission. your teeth catch your bottom lip and your face floods with heat, body overcome with embarrassment at how desperate you’ve become.
“dirty girl,” he murmurs, dragging two of his fingers up your slit, collecting arousal. “sit back.”
you do as he says, leaning back and spreading your legs so he has better access. you shudder as the pads of his digits circle around your hole, pushing into you with ease.
“they slipped right in, baby…” he teases. “all wet ‘n ready for me, huh? that’s so fuckin’ cute.”
another gasp escapes you and you clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle any other noises that threaten to spill from your mouth. your eyes flutter as do your velvet walls while welcoming his fingers in.
come a new setting, the movie’s sound fades out and you swear the erratic sound of your heartbeat echoes in the theater along with the noise of your sopping cunt against his fingers. it’s loud– the squelch of your arousal and your soft pants.
“fuuuck, you hear that?” he whispers against your ear. “you hear how this pretty little pussy is begging for it? does getting fingered in public make you this wet, baby?”
your eyes roll back in the utmost pleasure. you wish you were alone together so your body can react naturally– so you can beg and cry for him to go harder. faster. give you more than just his long, slender fingers. but with the little company you have, if he gives you anymore, you might give yourself away.
you whine softly– well, as soft and quiet as you can, but you think it may be out of your control at this point.
but maybe it’s louder than you think because satoru is shushing you as if he’s another patron trying to watch the film in the room.
“shhhhhh,” his fingers move faster in ‘n out of your sloppy pussy. “c’mooon, pretty baby, ‘m trying to watch the movie. can’t hear if you and your cunt are crying so loud.” his hot and heavy breath tickles your ear, stimulating you further.
your hand clamps tighter over your mouth in attempts to mask the sounds you can’t hold back anymore. this doesn’t stop the slosh and splash that fill your ears and probably the ears of those around you. the sheer embarrassment has you clenching down hard around his fingers, nearly trapping them inside of you.
you throw your head back, mouth agape to let out a silent scream. your body goes taut and satoru knows what’s about to happen, and he makes it his life's mission to hit that g-spot of yours with every thrust.
and, of course, his precision is spot on.
and, as always, you’re creaming his fingers.
it’s only when he’s felt you strangle his fingers in your overstimulated, messy cunt that he’s pulling them out. he’s pulling out slowly, like he wants you to savor the feeling as if it’s the last time he’ll finger fuck you. god knows he’ll do it again at dinner or before bed, the insatiable freak.
his eyes nearly water when he notices the webs of honey-like arousal that attempt to leave with his hand. your pussy is a work of art to him.
he slips his long, slender fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste, indifferent to the patrons in the theater.
you look over at him with heavy, lidded eyes, “i’m gonna get you for this, satoru.”
he releases his fingers from his mouth with a pop and shoots you a smug grin. “i’ll be waiting patiently for it, baby,” he whispers. “oh, ‘n thanks for the snack… was gettin’ peckish.”
all of a sudden, you’re blinded by a bright light that isn’t coming from the movie. you adjust your skirt and quickly sit up as the theater attendant stands over you.
“apologies, but we’re going to have to ask you both to leave.”
im the one who sent the chase atlantic anon ask (i set it to anon bc i didn't know if only knowing one song was like embarrassing or not 😭)
and nooo im not an nct person im like solely a gg stan, just cant rlly find a boy group i like yet 💔 ive also only been into kpop for like 2 years so.. 🥀
but i love illit sm rn and im starting to like kiiikiii even though they're new. then ofc stayc, twice, red velvet, le sserafim, all the usual mainstream girls 😭💞
RECOMMEND ME SOME NCT THOUGH AND I'LL LISTEN TO IT
OMG PLEASE NO HAHAH, not embarrassing at all!!! let me know if you do listen and what you like or dont!!!
honestly, for your sanity, keep it that way, im a bg stan, but these days im only ever talking about or listening nct or txt </3 (i say this as i’ve gone to 7 different kpop concerts this year and planning to see seventeen next month) but being a bg stan is rough witnessing the fall of riize actually ruined my life and all the gg music is lowkey better
i’ve noticed a lot of gg stans loveeee txt or seventeen or zb1 so if you havent tried them, you should check them out 🙂↕️
and ugh nct songs i’d recommend… ummmm 😭 i dont want you to be immediately turned off. you might not get it on the first listen but i’ll drop a ss of some really good songs from all their units under the cut (this is a playlist i made for my friend who only listens to gg’s and they loved it)
wayv’s entire discography is unmatched (but their songs are mostly in chinese so idk if that’s necessarily considered kpop, but i still fw heavy bc wayv is for the girls and gays #real)
ermmmm, if there are any moots that would be willing/interested in beta reading something for me, pls kindly reply or dm me so i can send u my discord i need some help 💔
kittttt how do people make carrd’s? it looks so complicated and confusing 😞😞😞 do i have to be a master at coding or smth
oh god no, i hate coding 😭 it is a bit difficult at first bc there’s just so many options, but i would start by looking at carrd inspo on pinterest! then go to youtube and watch a tutorial that matches the style you’re wanting. the tutorials are very simple and will take you step by step! once you get the hang of it, you’ll be obsessed LMFAO. i have like 4 carrds and i want to make so many more
@/lovjbini on youtube makes really good basic tutorials. i made an instagram carrd w their help :)
is chase atlantic good? i only know swim but ive been wanting to get into more music (i like pop, kpop, and rap)
also i loooveeee the new theme!!! 💞
hi omg!! i’ve been a loyal fan since 2015/2016, so EYE would say chase atlantic is good, but their music (esp their new music) is very hit or miss for some people (not me, i’ve literally seen them 3 times </3 but yk)
if you’re wanting to give them a listen, i would start with their self titled album, it’s genuinely so peak!! it’s been one of my top 3 albums since it came out but don’t try this (the ep) is also insanely good. they’re very alt pop w a mix of r&b, so if you like that, you’ll love them!
if you need music recommendations, im lowkey not ur girl bc my taste is a bit mainstream alt, pop and r&b 😭 but i can still give you some
hiiii kit! do you ever see yourself writing for yuta?
hi my love! i’ve loved yuta since EYE was 17 and was really considering writing for him when i first started my anime blog, but i saw a lot of writers getting shit from purists and people who thought it was wrong (?) so i never reconsidered. but if it’s something people are interested in, i would def love to write for him (aged up to at least 21 ofc)
