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IT HURTS HOW MUCH I LIKE HIM I NEED HIM SO BADLY
IT HURTS HOW MUCH I LIKE HIM I NEED HIM SO BADLY
HE WALKED AROUND LIKE THAT??? IN PUBLIC??
he should not be allowed to walk around like that………..
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ jersey chaser⠀ 〳 ⠀ o.aiku ‵
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) she's been a jersey chaser until she met him.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, jersey chaser!reader, slight bratty!reader, mentions of reader being an influencer, reader in her lori harvey phase iykyk, mentions of reader being a daughter of a famous soccer player, mentions of slutshaming, mentions of pubes, mentions of oliver being uncut, dom!oliver, oral (m.receiving), he humbles reader immediately, slight sports player crossover and up to reader's interpretation on who the volleyball player is lol, sleazeball oliver, dirty talk, degradation kink, degrading pet names (slut), slight praise kink, doggystyle position, possessive!oliver, adding breeding kink in here for @lawscorazon, does he make reader wear his jersey while they're doing the nasty....yes, could this be turned into a mini series..maybe, word count: 3.8k
YOU WERE ONE OF THE BIGGEST INFLUENCERS IN THE WORLD. With a growing following of over half a million and thousands of likes on every social media post you post. You were the daughter of a legendary soccer player (now coach). You've accomplished everything you wanted, thanks to your father's funds. You've got your makeup business that's been booming since you were a teenager. Now that you were young and living your life, you couldn't help but dip your toes in the dating pool of sports players. Collecting jersey numbers like they were the bright infinity stones Thanos collected in the Marvel movies.
You were young, so why settle down so soon. Why was it such an issue that you kept your options open? You couldn't help that you gravitated towards the sports players. From the basketball players in the NBA to one of MSBY Black Jackals players. You've sat courtside during so many games that you have lost count. However, now that you've taken a break from the dating pool and decided to be single for a couple of months—you are interested in getting a taste of your next prey.
And it just had to be him. Oliver Aiku.
You thought you could use the same charm as him during your father's charity ball that brought many soccer players (both old and new) together to auction off legendary and expensive things to help fund little league soccer teams worldwide. You bat your eyelashes at him flirtatiously. You tried to impress him by being the highest bidder on an item you could care less for. The usual charms that would have had any other person eating from the palm of your hand were a complete fail.
Or so you thought.
You remembered the goosebumps that decorated your skin as you stood outside the luxury hotel where the charity event was being held. Mumbling to yourself how you were ready to go home—mop about being curved to your best friend and then do some retail therapy. That was until you heard his voice behind you.
"Leaving your own father's event so soon?" His head tilts slightly while he's shoving his hands in the pockets of his nicely tailored suit.
Even you could tell he was a bit uncomfortable in the attire he had to wear tonight. You rubbed your arms, hoping it would help warm you up as you waited for your driver to pull around with the car.
"I've done my duties as his daughter. I showed up." Your shoulders shrug before you go back to doing what you were doing.
It wasn't anything you could say to him after you made a fool of yourself by attempting to flirt with him just to be met with a very cold, harsh steel door. You could feel his presence next to you as if he wasn't going to leave until you eventually got in the car.
"I've heard about you." Oliver's voice trails off, alluding to the things you already knew about yourself.
You already had to read about it in gossip magazines, so hearing it from a guy you had your eyes set on—wasn't new. Your eyes glance over at him, and you don't even notice how intensely he stares at you. You watched as he let his tongue glide across his lips—drinking in your looks for the evening. Instantly, the once coldness you felt due to the crisp nightly air went away from your body, radiating heat just by the way Oliver looked at you. The ball was no longer yours to guide like usual, he had the upper hand, and he knew it.
"Hm, nothing new. I'm a slut, and my father needs better control over me. I've heard about me too." You sighed while opening your clutch.
You were searching for nothing. Just to avoid having to meet those green and purple eyes of his. Those heterochromia eyes could put any woman in a trance. Similar to a snake charmer trying to guide a rattlesnake.
"Yeah, something along those lines and that you are a jersey chaser." His chuckle was low enough for you to hear him. "That's fuckin' hilarious."
"Hahaha, laugh it up." Sarcasm oozes from your tongue, and you realize that he is getting a rise out of his.
"So what do you do? Steal their jerseys after breaking their precious little heart so severely that they can't focus on their game?"
You finally turned to look at him. Swapping the weight of your body from one red bottom to the other. Your arms crossed over your chest before rolling your eyes, "If you didn't curve me, you would have found out, Mr. Aiku." You had seen your personal driver pull up in front of the hotel.
Your driver, whose known you since you were little, would rush to open your car door, but he immediately stopped his actions due to Oliver stopping you from opening the door yourself. The door to the black Benz truck slapped shut, and you couldn't help but eye Oliver questioningly. You hated the fact that the ball was no longer yours—he had full control, and you couldn't entirely read him to gain the ball back.
He inches closer, abruptly closing the gap between you two. He's holding a hotel room card between his index and middle finger—waving it in your face as if it's your father's credit card. "Then show me."
Your eyebrow raises at him, wondering when he changed his mind. However, you had no time to wonder when this was the perfect opportunity to regain control of the ball. Beat him at his own game. You told your driver that he could go home for the evening, considering that you planned to spend the whole night with Oliver. Your plush lip gloss-covered lips curve into a harmless smile before you turn towards the hotel entrance, dragging Oliver swiftly by the black tie he had around his neck.
You didn't care about the people in the lobby seeing you with him. That's the thing, you never cared about being caught out with another person because it wasn't their business. Your manicured finger jabbed at the elevator button, and as soon as the doors slid open, you waltzed inside with your head held up. As soon as the elevator closed with the two of you inside, it was as if a switch had gone off between you. You instantly let your lips crush upon each other, grasping each other bodies. Your leg hooked up his waist as your back was leaned against the elevator wall. Before you could mumble about people walking on the elevator as it was going up, your lips gasped apart, feeling his hands reach between your thighs.
Oliver nibbled on your lip, teasing, letting his tongue glide across it afterward before he pulled away as soon as the elevator opened on the floor you two were going to. You watched completely breathless as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off the elevator as if the two of you weren't so close to tearing each other clothes off right in the elevator. "Cocky bastard." You mumbled to yourself.
You followed behind eagerly, though just as he reached his hotel room. He unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he leaned against it and looked at you. "You know what you're getting yourself into, right?"
Your eyes roll at his words, "Of course, I'm not some timid little girl." You push your way into the hotel room.
You didn't waste time stripping from the elegant velvet gown you wore tonight. The hotel air sent a chill down your spine as you plopped down on the king-size bed. The warmth of the sheets hitting your bare skin caused you to close your eyes. You were completely basking in the scent of the hotel room. It smelled like Oliver if you focused hard enough. Just as you were about to complain about what was taking him so long, you could feel something getting thrown at you.
"Put this on." He mumbles as he walks around the hotel room, removing the attire he wore tonight.
You sat up, extending the clothing he had thrown at you. It was his jersey. "Why'd you want me to wear this?" You asked. You tugged the jersey over your head to put it on.
Oliver glances up from removing cufflinks that had his initials engraved in them. He looks you up and down from head to toe. From how your hair seemed to be in the perfect shape to how he could even get a peak of your ass with each movement you made with his jersey on. He understood why many sports players gravitated towards wanting to even get a date with you. You were stunning—absolutely breathtaking. However, Oliver wasn't like the others.
"You look good in it, don't you think? Better than wearing that volleyball play jersey." Oliver smirks as he closes the gap between you two.
Some buttons were undone on the crisp white button-down shirt he wore. His black slacks hung loosely around his waist, and his hair was now disheveled from his slender fingers combing through it.
You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, noticing that he was moving closer toward you. The ball still wasn't in your grasp. As soon as you willingly slide his jersey on your body to be entrapped by the scent of him from the piece of clothing, you no longer have the upper hand.
"Don't you think you'll be even prettier with my cock in your mouth?"
Your brain never got so stuck on a question. Primarily when you were known to dodge red-carpet report gossip questions. Your fingers toyed with the ends of the jersey, not sure what to say.
"I think you would look prettier. Mouth full of cock, drool dripping down, staining my jersey..." Oliver's voice trails off like a broken poem spoken during open mic night.
Your panties grew damp with each syllable that rolled off his tongue to the point where you were mentally cursing yourself for folding so quickly.
So much for attempting to gain control?
Before Oliver could say anything else, you're dropping to your knees without another word. Your eyes met with his as you're thirstily tugging the black slacks down his ankles. Your hand teasingly brushed against his bulge through his boxers. "What you waiting for, for me to shove it in your mouth?" His tone comes off as significantly condensing—as if he is growing impatient.
"Didn't know you were in a rush." You commented as you leaned forward on your knees, fingers grasping at the band of his black-colored Calvin Klein's.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Oliver's lips parted to spit out a sarcastic comment, but before he could give you the pleasure of that—you're pushing yourself closer on your knees to take him in your mouth. Instantly your hand grasped at the shaft of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, slowly stroking it teasingly as you pucker your lips to kiss the tip of his cock. Your lips began to stain with the taste of his precum that leaked through the slit of his tip, and you seemed to moan at the feeling of your mouth being stuffed. Your eyes shifted close to relinquish the sense of pleasuring Oliver.
With your teasing kitten licks, Oliver took it upon himself to buck his hips to feel more of your mouth. With each thrust forward, the tip of his cock tapped at the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Your drool begins to pool out your mouth messily, and Oliver's eyes glistened in amusement at the sight. His fingers toy with your curls before he pulls you off his cock with a seductive pop.
Your tear-filled eyes stared up at Oliver, completely breathless as you were attempting to enjoy being able to breathe once again. Oliver's lips curve into a devious smirk as he leans down to grab hold of your face, his callous hands squishing your cheeks together for your lips to pucker. He's leaning in as if he wants to kiss you, but he pulls away.
"If you ball your left hand in a fist, maybe, just maybe, you'll handle my cock in your mouth better." He teased before he tried again.
His cock once again took comfort in your mouth, and you're taking note of his tip this time. Your fist balled up while you inched forward. Slowly his cock disappears in your mouth bit by bit.
Your drool stained the jersey on your body with each brash thrust forward. Your eyeliner smudged down your heated cheeks as you looked up at Oliver through your teary eyes. Even though his thick cock was taking your breath bit by bit—your eyes still twinkled in admiration for the soccer player, and your panties grew damper.
"Give me one good suck; remember what I told you. 'kay?" His fingers grasp at your coils as if he was your hair stylist—ushering you forward some more to deepthroat him.
In just a quick second, you're willing to shove Oliver's cock back in your mouth until the tip of your nose is met with the coarseness of his pubic hair. His hand instantly pressed on the back of your head, entrapping you from escaping of the fiery feeling of your throat being used recklessly. As he told you, you breathed through your nose while your hand grasped his toned thighs. Your manicured nails dug into his flesh, but you knew he could care less about some nail marks on him when his cock was in your pretty mouth. Your eyes closed just in time for a single tear to drag down your cheeks before he let your head snap back so you could catch your breath. Similar to drinking your first cup of alcohol, your throat burns. The string of saliva connected between your plush bottom lip and his cock was quite a sight if you two were filming a porno.
Your knees ached from the carpet below your body as you watched Oliver finally kick his feet from the slacks around his ankles. He palmed his cock effortlessly to coat the remainder of your saliva on him.
"Get on the bed on all fours." He urges with proficiency in his tone.
"You want to be a jersey chaser, but you must earn the jersey first, princess."
His words sent a shiver down your spine. You did what you were told too quickly; you wanted to question yourself if he had some spell cast on you. You not spitting out some snarky comment during comments weren't your thing. Perhaps his cock bruising the back of your throat put you in your place, but it was too soon to judge when his cock hadn't driven its way inside you.
With your butt up in the air, you quivered, feeling his callous fingertips trace alongside the curve of your spine. His thick cock resting in between your cheeks. Your hips bucked back just to feel some friction—your pussy twitching in anticipation of feeling Oliver's cock.
"Don't be so impatient. My dick isn't going anywhere." His fingertips teasingly trace his name on your spine.
You felt the pad of Oliver's thumb brushing against your pussy lips through your soaked panties. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip before you spoke, "Could you stop the teasing?"
Oliver ignored your question as he tugged the lace fabric down your thighs. As if you're a fragile doll, he's helping you out of your panties. "Now I see why you're so impatient," Oliver mumbles as he grabs hold of his cock, guiding it towards you.
The relaxed sigh that came from Oliver when his cock felt how wet you were was like music to your ears. Your body felt so hot, feeling him shove his cock inside you little by little. Not because he wanted you to get used to his size but to push you further to the edge to beg for more.
"Please." You whimpered out as your fingers intertwined with the sheets.
"That's what I wanted to hear." He leans over, placing the sloppiest kisses down your spine.
You felt so strange because, during your other hookups, you never felt like this. Your body never felt like it was going through a continuous fever by just a subtle task like pasting kisses on your spine covered with his jersey. Your pussy never fluttered around a man's cock in anticipation. Simply curious about how exactly the Oliver Aiku strokes were.
They started off slowly; perhaps he was getting used to your drooling cunt gripping around him like a tight glove. Then the pace quickened, and the grip on your waist tightened. He now had a pace that was pleasurable for both of you. It left you creaming and fluttering around his cock, making you feel like you were on top of the world. It made Oliver feel so pussy drunk that he saw stars. The adrenaline going through his veins at the moment felt similar to when he was doing what he does best on the field. His multi-colored hair began sticking to his forehead due to the sweat droplets dribbling down his forehead. His hands grasped at his jersey that you wore so perfectly—using the jersey to yank back on his cock like a toy yo-yo.
The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other could be heard in the hotel room. You were sure Oliver didn't care for the guests residing in the neighboring hotel rooms. With each buck of his hip, it seems to have more aggression to it. Each thrust felt like he was attempting to express something.
Your whimpers and his hushed whines continued to intertwine with each other like a sultry tune. In such a pornographic position with your hip gripped so tightly that you were sure it was getting bruised—you adored hearing Oliver's moans. They were brash yet whiny. He was enjoying this just as much as you.
"Where does my pretty little slut want my cum, hm?" Oliver asked.
With each word that came out, he pushed his hips forward harshly to meet the plumpness of your handprint-stained ass cheeks. Your tears stained the sheets below your body as you let out muffled moans at Oliver's question—completely ignoring his question because you were so close to crumbling down yourself.
"Your back." His grip on your waist tightens as he bottoms down inside of you. Shoving his full weight upon you, completely entrapping you from running away from his harsh thrusts.
"Or maybe inside this pretty pussy of yours, hm? So many choices." He grunts out.
It became too inaudible for you to answer his question when the only feeling you could feel was the sensational feeling that sat at the pit of your stomach. Your thighs shook violently, feeling Oliver's pace only quicken. In a matter of seconds, you saw stars in your tear-filled eyes, and the only form of language you knew was Oliver's name while your cunt fluttered around his thick cock—just in time for him to finally decide where to cum at.
Despite the two of you hitting a high of pleasure—that didn't stop Oliver from filling you up with his cum. His hips sloppily push forward to ensure no droplets of his cum escape. Oliver released his grasp on your waist as he hesitantly pulled out, his cock coated with a ring of his cum.
When exhaustion finally hit you, your body felt like a fresh bowl of Jell-O. Your limbs felt like you did the same training your dad would put guys in his training camp through. Instantly, you're sitting up to grasp your gown on the ground—but Oliver stops you.
"I don't stay the night when this.." Your hand motions between the two of you. "Happens." You add.
"Now you do; you're too exhausted to even move."
"No, I'm not."
"Well, want to go another round?" Oliver grins down at you, and you glimpse up at him before letting your body drop back on the mattress below your body.
"You're insane, I'm going to sleep."
As you got comfortable on the king-size mattress, you heard Oliver chuckle and disappear into the bathroom. Before uttering any other snarky comment, you drifted off to sleep with Oliver on your mind.
The following morning, you woke up to the sun kissing your soft skin and the constant dinging of your cell phone. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stretched like an exhausted black cat before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You pushed yourself up and grasped at the hotel sheets. The previous night was a vivid blur until you noticed the spot where Oliver was laying was empty. You woke up alone with the scent of Oliver engraving your skin and breakfast on the table in the corner. Your hand went to rub the sleep out of your eyes while scrolling through your countless social media notifications. You would have thought that you had flashed a stranger with the way your phone had been going off.
Your plan of silencing your phone and returning to continue your beauty rest was halted when you finally saw the post that had everyone in a frenzy. Oliver had tagged you in a picture wearing his jersey. You assumed he took the picture after you had dozed off after the amazing sex the two of you engaged in. The caption had your eye twitching in annoyance—but it reminded you that with Oliver, he'll always have the upper hand.
According to Oliver, you were no longer collecting jerseys.
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sae who can be sooo insufferable when he lies in between ur legs and presses the sweetest, gentle kisses to the front of your panties :( emerald eyes taunting as they watch the way your chest shudders and head lulls to the side, almost dreamily so, and thighs tense under the warmth of his hands as he keeps them spread :( he does it again, kisses your cunt almost tenderly — again, and then some more, until the words he aches for finally slip past your mouth, honeyed and airy. please, daddy, you hiccup, fingers gentle as ever as they lace in his hair, and he groans against you, lids heavy with need. good girl.
REPOSTING THIS YUMMY DRABBLE ALREADY 😜😜
HAVEN'T READ IT YET BUT I THRIVE IN BLIND REPOSTING!
random thought but how do u think enha hyung line would react to their s/o having dark kinks? like cnc, non-con/dubcon
⚠︎dark content warning ⚠︎ noncon/dubcon ⚠︎
smut ⚠︎ mdni
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nsfw warnings: unprotected sex, clit pinching, squirting, oral (m. rec), degradation, spanking, choking, hair pulling, ya know the usual
heeseung:
Gets hard the second you mention it. He’s into some of the darker stuff too, he just didn’t want to scare you away. He’s known for his high sex drive, always begging and breaking you down until you give into him. But you telling him you fuck with the dark shit too, oh, he doesn't need your permission anymore? Game on.
He finds you in the bathroom brushing your teeth, already running late to meet your friends for a Sunday brunch. He’s leaning against the doorframe admiring how delicious your thighs look in the short dress you’re swearing. He can’t help himself, he needs you all to himself. Unbuckling his belt you meet his eyes in the mirror confused as to why he’s taking his belt off. The clink of his belt hits the tile floor accompanied by the sound of his zipper.
“Bend over,” You let the toothbrush hang in your mouth with a dumbfounded expression on your face. “What?” You meet his eyes in the mirror again and watch him lower his pants enough to start stroking his hardening cock. “I said…bend over..” You shake your head and spit the remnants of toothpaste out of your mouth. “Heeseung, shut up. I’m late,” he can’t be serious, he knows you’ve has this brunch planned all we-
He forcefully pushes your front down on the bathroom sink knocking the breath out of you. “What the fuck?!” you try pushing yourself up but he keeps you pinned down as he starts rubbing your pussy through your underwear. “You remember that conversation we had..” He asks tauntingly. “This isn't funny, Heeseung. I’m going to be late!” He clicks his teeth and pinches your clit between his fingers roughly, the sensation almost has your knees giving out as you whine from the discomfort. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll fuck your throat until you can’t breathe.” You shake your head and wiggle around more, “Heeseung get off of me!” Your eyes meet in the mirror and you watch an ominous smirk tug at his face, “have it your way.”
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Your hands are bound behind your back with his brown leather belt, both of his large hands are gripping your head from the sides bringing your mouth down on his cock. Obscene choking and gagging sounds bounce off the bathroom walls as he shows no mercy fucking your throat. Tears spill from your eyes as he sheathed his long cock in your throat keeping your nose smushed against his tummy making you deep throat him. You try moving away but he keeps your face firmly in place as you struggle to breathe.
“You look so much prettier when you’re choking on my cock,” he taunts watching your face redden and more tears stream down your face. He grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, strings of spit and precum dribble down your chin as you cough violently trying to catch your breath. “Now, are you gonna be a good kitten for me?” You glare at him through wet eyelashes, “fuck you Heeseung.”
He licks his lips and smiles down at you, “don’t worry kitten. I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.”
jay:
is nervous at first. Don’t get me wrong, he can get rough with you sometimes, but you give him permission to use you whenever and however he sees fit?! He’s excited but nervous, what if he takes it too far? What if he hurts you? All these what if moments prevent him from actually acting out on it….until you piss him off.
“Jay, you’re being fucking crazy right now!” You yell at your boyfriend showing him slightly. He scoffs and clenches his jaw, “me? You were the one that decided to wear that pathetic excuse of a skirt and flirt with Heeseung all night!” The normal setting of friends meeting for a dinner turned into a full blown argument when he thinks you were flirting with his best friend. He ended the dinner early and practically dragged you to the car by your elbow, thoroughly embarrassing you in front of everyone.
“You know what, if you want to act like some slut, I’ll fucking treat you like one,” he yanks open the backseat door of his car and shoves you inside on your hands and knees. “Jay?! What the fuck?! Get off of me, this is not the fucking time-” he shuts you up with a harsh smack to your ass making you lose you balance and fall on your front in the backseat. “Shut up! You want to be a fucking slut so bad, I’ll fuck you like one.” He hikes up your skirt and grabs the thin fabric of your panties and rips them with ease. “Stop! We’re in public!” You start to panic looking around frantically at the full restaurant lot. He lands another smack on your bare ass making you squeal. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll make you.”
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He has both your wrists in one of his hands pinned at the base of you spine, his other hand is fisted in your hair yanking your neck back making a painful arch in your back. His heavy balls smack against your swollen clit with every forceful thrust he gives you, mascara and eyeliner tears staining your cheeks as you gurgle on moans and drool. “What? Got nothing to say now, slut?” His hips snapping so hard into you they’re sure to leave a bruise. “Was this all you needed, some dick to shut you up?” His harsh words make you clench around his thick cock.
“Dumb slut,” he grunts as the tip of his cock assaults your cervix, your whines and mewls loud enough to catch anyone’s attention from the parking lot. Your arousal is leaking so much is dripping onto the backseat, his cock bullies your spot inside of you and has you squirting everywhere as you scream his name. The force of it surprising him, but his movements don’t falter as he fucks you through it chasing his own high. The overstimulation has you shaking and struggling to catch your breath, “Tangerine!” You yell your safe word so he can stop and you can calm down. You feel the vibrations of his laughter behind you, his hand grips your throat and presses your back into his chest.
His lips are at your ear and you feel his teeth nip at your earlobe, “fuck your safe word.”
jake:
cannot contain his excitement. He’s already horny 24/7 and gets so sad when you tell him no when you’re not in the mood, so finding out you’re into darker kinks has his head swimming with all the things he is going to do to you. He doesn’t act on it right away though, that is until he’s already balls deep in you.
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“C-Can’t no more,” you’re sobbing underneath him from overstimulation as he continues to pound into your pussy, you lost track of how many times you came already. He has your hands held above your head on one of his hands and the other gripping your hip so tight his nails are digging into the flesh as he relentlessly continues pounds into your aching pussy. “Shh-almost there baby-” he whines, his head is thrown back as sweat trickles down his neck. “Jake! Pl-please..stop..” His eyes snap open quickly as he looks at you. Your cheeks are coated in a thin layer of sweat and fresh tears, drool lightly dribbling out of your mouth..and he swears he’s about to cum from the sight alone.
You slowly blink up at him with wet eyelashes and parted lips and a sinister smile creeps on his face, he laughs breathlessly and continues his assault on your cunt. “M’sorry baby just g-gotta cum so bad..” You gasp feeling his pick up at a harder pace, your sweaty skin slapping together echoing through the bedroom. “Jake! Stop!” You couldn’t possibly cum again, your cunt was so swollen and sensitive every thrust into you made more tears spill from your eyes. He lets go of your hip with his free hand and slaps it over your mouth.
Slight panic rises as you watch him witch wide eyes as he fucks you harder than he ever has before. His movements are erratic as he keeps his hand firmly placed on your mouth silencing you. You sob and kick your legs but it doesn’t help, the helpless look you give him just drives him crazier. You feel another building painful orgasm in your belly as you shake and shudder.
“You said you were into this, right? Let me use you, pup.”
sunghoon:
FUCKS WITH IT THE HARDEST. He finds out through the book you left on your shared bed. He sees it on the bed and scans through the page you’re reading only to discover it’s a filthy page with noncon. Checking your bookshelf he sees all your books are circled around these dark fantasies. More specifically, dark fantasies with masked men. Naughty girl, he won’t even talk to you about it, you’re into noncon right? You don’t get a choice.
“Hoonie, I’m home!” You call out kicking your shoes off by the front door. The apartment is dark, and you’re not greeted by your boyfriend like you usually are. “Hoon?” You call out again walking further into the dark apartment stopping in the living room anxiously. He should’ve been home, where is he? A gloved hand covers your mouth shoving you into the nearest wall as a familiar firm body presses against your back. You struggle against his hand but he has you pinned in between him and the wall, there’s no wiggle room. “Let’s play a game.”
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You’re completely fucked out and drolling underneat him, face down in the couch as he pounds into you from the back, each thrust moving your whole naked body up and down on the couch. His gloved hands hold your hips in place so you’re not moving away from him too much as you cry and try to crawl away from his ferocious thrusts into you. “Stay fucking still!” He growls smacking your ass with his leather clad hand making the impact more painful.
“You’re so disgusting getting off on this shit,” his voice is distorted by the Ghostface mask he’s wearing, the degrading words only have your pussy clenching around him causing him to groan. He reaches around to pinch and roll your clit between his gloved fingers making you cry out, your orgasm hits you and knocks the breath out of your lungs as you cry and cream all over his cock.
His hand continues to rub your sentive swollen clit as he fucks into you faster.“I don’t want anymore..” you slur as you shake and convulse under him. He finally rips the mask off his face and flips you on your back so he can look at you. “That’s cute…” he smiles tossing your legs on his shoulder so his cock can sink deeper into you. “What is,” you whine trying to move away but his grip on your legs is firm.
“That you think you have a fucking choice.”
happy v(2)day
*leans on ink machine* hey
Don't you hate it when you randomly decide to redesign your bendy
