hi pookie cookie wookie tookie >< i have an idea or a slight thought, about Ningselle who are looking for a roommate. Here comes f!reader not wanting to be too communicative with them, when night comes she realizes that those two were campgirls (I think that's how it was) when she hears moans from the rooms of the aforementioned, to days later basically include her in a night with them (almost forcing her)
going on a stream with camgirls!ningselle…
cw: voyeurism, exhibitionism, lingerie, vibrator use, fingering, overstimulation, teasing, degradation + praise, viewer interaction, little bit of dumbification, manipulation kink, light dub-con
a/n: i’m guessing you meant camgirls, if not i’m sorry and feel free to send in another request— i hope you enjoy this regardless nonnie :)
you moved in with them because the rent was cheap.
that was it. nothing more. you weren’t trying to make friends. you kept your head down, unpacked your boxes quietly, avoided eye contact when giselle walked in wearing nothing but a towel, or when ningning passed by your door in a tank top that didn’t even try to hide her nipples.
they were too pretty. too confident. too loud.
you didn’t belong in their world.
but on your third night in the apartment, you heard it.
moaning— loud, desperate moaning— from the room right next to yours. at first, you thought someone was hurt. then you heard giselle’s voice, breathy and teasing.
“aw, look at you begging already. you’re so fucking needy tonight.”
you froze.
then you heard ningning giggle, high and breathless. “mm, they love when i ride you like this, huh?”
you clamped a pillow over your ears, face burning. you didn’t sleep that night.
you tried not to think about it. you really did.
but the next morning, giselle winked at you over coffee. ningning licked yogurt off a spoon way too slowly. and that night, it happened again. worse this time— wet, slick sounds, the buzzing of a toy, the creak of the bed.
you pressed your thighs together under your blanket, cheeks hot, heart racing.
you couldn’t help it. you listened.
two nights later, you came home to find a pink gift bag on your bed.
inside: lacey pink lingerie. sheer. backless. a note on top in looping cursive.
“you’d look so pretty in this. come play with us tonight. we’ll be gentle. ♡ – g + n”
your hands were shaking.
but you wore it.
they were already filming when you stepped into the room.
soft pink lights. camera on a tripod. giselle sitting on the bed in a wine-red corset, legs spread, fingers between her thighs. ningning kneeling between them, licking slow and messy.
your breath hitched. they both looked up.
“there she is,” giselle purred. “our shy little roommate.”
ningning smiled, eyes wicked. “took you long enough. c’mere.”
you barely made it two steps before giselle pulled you onto the bed, hands on your hips, mouth hot against your neck. “nervous?” she whispered.
you nodded.
“good. lie back for us, baby.”
you do— nervously, hesitantly, body trembling as your back hits the soft sheets. pink lace clings to your skin, thin straps slipping off your shoulders, the fabric already damp between your thighs. your heart’s racing and your cheeks are burning and you’re hyper-aware of the camera just a few feet away, red light blinking.
giselle straddles your hips, all dark eyes and teasing smirks, her fingers ghosting over your stomach. ningning kneels beside you, toy in hand—sleek, pink, and buzzing low.
you flinch at the sound.
“so sensitive already?” ningning purrs, dragging the vibrator along your inner thigh. “and we haven’t even started.”
“don’t worry,” giselle coos, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “you’re gonna be so good for us. right, baby?”
you nod, breathless. “y-yeah…”
“good girl.”
the first touch of the vibrator to your clit knocks the air out of your lungs.
“ah—!”
your hips jerk and giselle pins them down with her thighs, shushing you with a soft smile. “stay still, jagiya. let us take care of you.”
ningning watches you like she’s studying something precious. her fingers hold the toy steady, the vibrations deep and steady, unforgiving against your swollen clit. “fuck, look at her. already dripping…”
“our little roommate’s such a slut,” giselle hums. “bet you’ve been touching yourself every night thinking about this, huh?”
you try to deny it—open your mouth, shake your head—but all that comes out is a choked moan as the toy pushes harder.
“thought so.”
they work in sync.
ningning keeps the toy pressed to your clit, slow circles that build and build until your thighs are shaking. giselle slides two fingers between your folds, sinking in all the way like she’s done it a thousand times. you’re so wet it’s obscene—slick sounds echoing in the room, on camera, in front of hundreds of watching eyes.
you’re crying already, mouth open, head thrown back.
“too much—can’t—!”
“shh,” giselle whispers, curling her fingers just right. “you can. you’re gonna cum for us, baby. right here, on camera. let everyone see how pretty you are when you break.”
ningning leans down and kisses you, soft and filthy, tongue sliding against yours while her free hand squeezes your tits through the lace.
“cum just like this,” she breathes. “be our good little toy.”
and you do.
it hits like a wave—sharp, blinding, your whole body tensing as you cry out. the toy doesn’t stop. neither do giselle’s fingers.
your orgasm crashes over you, messy and wet, your thighs spasming, your voice cracking.
