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Hey, baby boy, I think I'm gonna spend all day edging you and keeping you dripping wet, okay? I can start off with head and once you get too close, bring you down again until you're clear-headed enough for me to press a vibe against your cock. And you'd look so pretty with a collar and leash all day for me to pull and misuse at my leisure. See, sweetheart, I just want you to watch your mind melt and know that everytime I walk into the room, your mouth opens just a bit and you spread your legs instinctually, hoping you'll get filled and used like the pretty thing you are
Oh baby boy, you look so fucking spaced out with your lips wrapped around his cock and mine buried inside of you. I knew you were whiney before, but god, you're fucking dripping and gagging without an ounce of resistance because we both know how much you love being manhandled and ruined by two people. You get to feel even smaller and more helpless than before while both your holes are used for stress relief
kinda like the idea of cockwarming in a sub’s throat. feeling them drool, breathe deep through their nose, suck gently before i remind them to keep still. spit dripping down my balls, every once in a while bucking my hips into your mouth “accidentally”, covering up how i’m edging with your lips
What is it, little thing, am I going too slow for you? Do you need me to fuck you harder, faster? My poor slut just isn’t satisified, hm? Alright, get on top and fuck yourself on me then, let’s see how greedy you really are when I give you a chance to be
I know I've said having you as a roommate would be fun for so many reasons, but here's another: constantly treating you like a house husband. Dressing you and feeling you up and smacking your lovely ass whenever I want, walking up behind you to wrap a hand around your throat while I slip my cock inside of you without warning. There's no better roommate than a permanent sex toy, sweetheart
treat me like a fucking prince. kneel before me, beg me to grace you with my attention. kiss my hand and maybe i’ll allow you to bury your face in my neck as you help me disrobe.
i’ll run a ringed finger down your chest as you beg so prettily to please me, so desperate for me that you’re shaking with it. gracious as i am, i’ll let you taste me, darling. i’ll fist my hands in your hair as you stifle your moans against my wetness, your hips rolling in the air uselessly. you’re such a needy toy for me, aren’t you?
that’s okay, darling, it’s only natural to want more from me. i am royalty, after all.
DAY 8: SAN (ATEEZ)
multifandomfantasies’ milestone celebration
word count: 491
warnings: sub!san, use of sex toys (ball gag, nipple clamps, fleshlight), mentions of anal play (san receiving), overstimulation. gn reader.
MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT.
this might just become your favorite way to have san: both of you kneeling on the bed facing each other, him with his hands fastened behind his back, gagged, nipple clamps in place - meanwhile you lean forward to slowly work his cock with his favorite fleshlight.
san is jerkily thrusting his hips upwards, the chain of the clamps on his nipples moving against his damp chest as he gets more franting in chasing the stimulation while loud, desperate noises escape him despite the plastic gag in his mouth.
you watch the way his thighs strain, how the muscles on his abdomen draw tight with every roll of his body, eyes shut tight and jaw working around the ball of his gag.
“are you ready to cum for me?”
san groans, something reminiscent of a “yes, please”, hips picking up speed as much as his restrained body allows it.
you pull the toy away from him - waiting just a second to enjoy san’s pathetic wail at the loss of stimulation, before wrapping your fist around his straining erection to bring him over with quick strokes until his cum drips over both of your thighs.
before san has even finished emptying himself completely you let the silicone engulf him again. san shouts behind his gag, body jerking violently and face contorting as you build up steady pumps with the smooth pocket pussy around his sensitive cock.
he shakes and twists away from the stimulation, but just from the sound of his muffled groans you know how much he loves this.
you twist the toy around, relishing in the slick sound, meanly pulling at the nipple clamps from time to time just to watch the way his body trembles in an immediate reaction to the pain.
when you look up at his face again, you find that san’s eyes look delirious, broken almost.
you slowly remove the gag from his mouth and watch a string of drool drip from his red lips.
“it’s too much, too much, please wait, please don’t stop,” san blabbers.
he lets his head fall forward until it rests on your shoulder, his sweaty bangs brushing your neck as he squirms and shakes.
you let the hand that’s not holding the fleshlight trail over his ass, your nails lightly scratching over plump skin before you let your thumb linger over his hole. “i should plug you up here too,” you murmur, picking up speed with the fleshlight now that san must have gotten used to the worst of the overstimulation. “next time i’ll leave you tied up with your favorite vibrator for a while, ruin you before i even think about putting anything around your needy cock.”
“yes, fuck, yes,” san grunts, building his own rhythm as he pushes himself into the toy with newfound vigor, his ass flexing under your hand in his desperate attempt of chasing another orgasm inside the plastic toy in your hand. “ruin me.”
take the dive (18+) — MINORS DNI
— series masterlist
enhypen hyung line smut
warnings: y/n has a vulva, she/her pronouns used. fivesome (y/n centric); sub!y/n, needy soft dom!heeseung, possessive soft dom!jay, hard dom!sunghoon, jake is just happy to be here; mentions of slight pain and discomfort in regards to taking dick (all consensual and y/n enjoys some pain with her pleasure in this); oral (m receiving); fingering (y/n receiving); praise (“good girl” etc.), some degradation (one mention of the words “dummy” and “slut”); y/n gets passed around; orgasm denial; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; ass slaps and pussy spanking; spitroasting; vaginal double penetration; mentions of anal play; unprotected sex; creampies; squirting; jay is kinda on his no homo shit for a second but this is just me attempting to be funny.
word count: 7.6k
read the drabble that prequels this story first.
it’s a lucky coincidence that jay, heeseung, jake and sunghoon are all free to reap their winnings on friday of the same week.
on most days you like to complain about how quickly time seems to be running through your fingers these days, weeks passing in a blink of an eye while your hookups with jay are rare between his hectic schedule and your busy life - you usually want time to slow down.
but now friday can’t come fast enough.
with the younger members all preoccupied with their own schedules for the evening there is no one that could disrupt your plans you have with jay, heeseung, jake and sunghoon for the evening.
you’re excited, just the thought alone - the challenge of taking all four of them at once - has you shaking in anticipation for them all the way from your apartment to their shared dorm.
however heeseung seems to be the only one home when he lets opens the front door for you, mumbling something about taking different cars and offering you a glass of water.
admittedly it’s a bit awkward, sitting side by side on the couch in the living area - not because you don’t know heeseung or don’t know how to talk to him, but because of the tension palpable in the air from the knowledge that both of you share: only minutes from now, heeseung and his friends are going to have you, jay’s fuckbuddy who’s secretly been craving all of them.
and you’re ready for it, were ready for it even before jay strong armed you into this ridiculous, unwinnable bet. you have been fucking around with jay for a while now and it works, this playful, risky dynamic you have with each other. but it would be a lie to say you had never fantasized about the other members. especially heeseung, those thoughts come back to you know as you watch him watch you nervously sip on your water - thoughts about how his sweetness and cockiness might translate in the bedroom, wondering what it would be like to ride his thighs and how his pretty voice would sound when you’d make him cum.
heeseung seems to have had similar thoughts throughout your mutual silence because as soon as you finish your glass of water, he takes it from your hand and sets it on the floor next to the couch, scooting closer until his thighs are touching yours. then he’s turning his body, leaning into your space and crowding you in, his sparkly eyes almost begging even when he confidently breathes “if i asked you to suck me off right now, would you?”
you hesitate for a moment.
“we probably should wait for the others,” you hum, not able to take your eyes off the way heeseung’s tongue wets his lower lip. you don’t want to wait.
heeseung must sense it in your timid response. “i mean, first come first serve, right?” he insists, leaning in further until his nose almost touches yours. with anyone else it might be strange to talk like that, but with heeseung it only serves to make his next words more intimate. “we’re all going to fuck you, you know. please. i’m going to go crazy soon if i don’t finally feel those lips on me.”
the slight shift in his tone, the neediness, the implication that he was yearning for you just the way you’ve been yearning for him - it’s enough to make you press your thighs together when your arousal makes itself noticeable again with a dull pulse of your cunt. you want to suck him off right now, there’s no denying it. and you fear heeseung knows it too by the way his lips pull into a smirk while he watches your expression change. fuck. he’s got you.
as soon as you nod, heeseung’s right hand comes up to rest at your shoulder. for a second you think he’ll pull you in for a kiss, but you quickly realize that he’s applying the slightest amount of pressure to guide you away from his face and onto the floor infront of him. you happily oblige, not at all deterred by the lack of romance - by now you’re already desperate for a taste.
heeseung wastes no time ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, sitting back down on the couch with his heavy cock starting to fill out between his wide spread thighs just from watching you settle onto your knees between his legs with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
you take a second to appreciate what you have in front of you too, touching his thighs, his clenched abdomen, gently playing with with his heavy sack before you wrap a hand around him and lick the very tip of his hardening cock. he feels nice in your hand, warm and heavy. heeseung seems to like the feeling too, letting out a sigh when your tongue passes over him again. when you peek up at him to gauge his reactions, you’re met with his dark, heavy lidded eyes watching you slowly feed the first couple of inches of him into your mouth with a satisfied smirk and resting his hands behind his head - the definition of cocky and relaxed.
he’s so hot and you feel sticky wetness pool between your legs, but you ignore the sensation and put your free hand on heeseung’s firm thigh for leverage as you start bobbing your head. you go up and down a couple of times, getting used to the sensation until your lips meet the ring of your fingers at the base of his cock. “yeah, just like that,” heeseung breathes. “take it deeper.” you obey, taking him into your throat with a wet sound, your hand trailing down from his thigh to play with his heavy balls. pulling your head back a bit you focus your lips and tongue on the upper half of his erection while your hands work the rest and pulling small appreciative hums from heeseung.
“oh shit, you’re even better at this than i imagined. no wonder jay likes bragging about you, fuck.”
heeseung basically melts into the couch when you suction your mouth around his thick cock, letting out a deep sigh for you that winds up into a gasp when you renew your efforts, drooling all over his girth, then slurping him back inside the depths of your mouth until you can’t help but gag.
you missed the front door opening, but just when you try to pull back a bit to catch your breath you hear the others pile into the room. when you try to pull away and turn around to greet them, heeseung quickly keeps you in place between his thighs with one hand at the back of your head though, causing you to choke around his cock in surprise. you push through it, trying to ignore the burning in your nose and the back of your throat as tears threaten to spill. the wetness between your thighs becomes almost unbearable now that you know you’re being watched, cunt throbbing dully every time heeseung’s fingers shift in your hair and he applies more gentle pressure at the back of your head.
“oh, what the fuck,” jay groans, voice gravelly with half annoyance half arousal. “we were supposed to— she is my— why would you—“
“i’m the oldest, i get to go first,” heeseung responds to jay’s spluttered complaint. “oh, now he suddenly cares about his status,” sunghoon snorts. heeseung just grunts in lieu of an answer when you take him deeper all by yourself again. “good girl,” he directs at you and you feel the pulse between your thighs pick up speed, an insistent, maddening knocking. “you make me feel so fucking good. it’s like you’re made for sucking cock, fuck.” there’s another breathy moan that forces itself from his throat and heeseung doesn’t even try to surpress it, not deterred in the slightest by the younger members now watching you service him.
“i can’t believe how much you’re enjoying yourself,” sunghoon teases. “ah, heeseung, the faces you make are fucking weird.”
“then look away,” heeseung breathes, clearly unfazed. you open your bleary eyes a bit, just to find that heeseung has his closed, head tilted back against the headrest and mouth hanging open with the gasps that have his chest heaving in the rhythm of your mouth moving up and down his cock.
“sh-shit,” heeseung grunts when you’re halfway down his cock again, struggling to keep your cheeks hollowed for his pleasure “don’t move, stay just like that, let me take over.”
dead set on being good you still obediently, relaxing your throat in anticipation and mentally preparing yourself to hold your breath.
heeseung still has one hand holding your head in place when he start lifting his hips up to meet your face, lodging his cock deeper than you have ever taken him, his thighs spread wide and feet firmly planted on the ground as he starts fucking your throat in earnest, nothing on his mind but chasing his release.
it doesn’t take long until heeseung’s other hand joins his first one at the back of your head, holding you down with a vice grip he cums, cutting off your airflow as your nose pressed is against is abdomen. you feel his whole body go rigid beneath you when the first spurt of cum coats the back of your tongue and you fight not to choke while he moans out your name, the prettiest sound that makes you soak through your panties in an instant.
once heeseung has made sure you’ve swallowed every drop of his cum he relewses you, pulling his boxers and jeans back up and waiting until you’ve wiped your face and caught your breath. then he pats the couch next to him and you scramble to sit down, hyperaware of your arousal sticking your underwear to your cunt when your thighs brush his again.
suddenly too shy to meet heeseung’s eye you opt for looking at the other guys. you see that jake is already palming himself over his shorts, teeth sunken into his bottom lip in concetration, almost looking ready to bust. when he notices you staring at him he releases his poor lip to suggest: “do you guys want to make a circle around her and whoever comes last-“
“boo,” sunghoon interrupts flatly. “yeah, boo! why are you so uncreative?” heeseung adds. “it’s not about being creative, it’s about having fun,” jake pouts. “i’ve never done any of this before.”
“we’re going to fuck her properly,” jay decides, “one after the other.” “or are you already too desperate to do that?” sunghoon throws in, teasing. “no, no i’m good,” jake insists, color rushing to his face. “i can totally wait, no worries.”
jay nods and sits down on the other side of you on the couch. you’re already used to jay’s foreplay, but you still shiver when he noses along the column of your throat, lips latching underneath your jaw as he quickly rids you of your bottoms and they all stare at a string of your wetness stretching from your hole to the bottom of your panties before snapping soiling the couch in an embarrassing sticky trail.
“you like sucking dick that much?” sunghoon asks, grinning when you nod timidly, flustered. “fucking perfect,” jake mumbles. heeseung just smiles but you see him adjusting his spent cock seconds later.
jay uses two fingers to part your folds, opening your wet hole up for jake and sunghoon to see. your hands curl into the material of the couch when you clench hard around nothing, a new dribble of arousal leaking from your entrance down onto the furniture below your bare ass. you suck in a sharp breath when jay suddenly starts curling his fingers inside of you, only to release the air with a shaky whine when heeseung leans over to rub gentle circles against your engorged clit. you knew you had gotten riled up just from sucking heeseung off and being watched by the other members, but the unexpected intensity of their touches on your sensitive cunt still send shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “don’t cum yet,” jay hisses against your neck before reattaching his lips onto your skin again, biting all the way down to your collar bones and pulling the skin between his teeth until it stings. jake is back to palming himself, watching your lips part with desperate moans while you writhe between heeseung and jay. meanwhile sunghoon’s eyes are fixed inbetween your obscenely spread legs, focusing on the place where your sopping hole clenches around three of jay’s fingers, sucking his digits back in with an embarrassing squelching sound whenever he pulls them back out before hooking them back up into your warm walls until you feel the pleasure steadily building towards something more beneath jay and heeseung’s talented hands.
“since heeseung already got off, jay has been fucking her for way too long anyways and jake can wait… i call dibs on being first to take her cunt,” sunghoon says. despite some annoyed huffs, the others can’t really argue with his logic.
heeseung stops rubbing your clit in favor of getting you out of your top too, fingers dwindling around your nipples until they harden under his touch. jay spreads his fingers wide - stretching you out for sunghoon’s cock now - then pistons them in and out at a faster speed, smirking against your neck when your hips start meeting his hand while he’s showing off how pliant your pussy gets for him.
“she’s ready,” sunghoon decides and you whine your consent, stretching your arms towards sunghoon when all other touches levae you.
to your surprise sunghoon kisses you - quick and dirty, with his hands cupping your cheeks and his tongue shoved into your mouth - but then it’s over as quickly as it started when he swiftly pulls you up from where you’re sitting and bends your naked body over the armrest of the couch, fumbling with his belt and zipper while he keeps you waiting in place with a firm hand on the small of your back. you aren’t even comfortably situated, slightly rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet in an attempt to find a better position, when sunghoon sneaks one arm around your throat from behind and puts you into what only can be described as a headlock. he pushes into you from behind with one quick, punishing stroke, the bulging muscles of his armkeeping you in place. you didn’t even get to see his cock you realize when he bumps deep inside of your quivering walls, so nothing could have prepared you for how huge sunghoon feels inside of you. you’re overwhelmed by the fullness of him. the way he’s nudging against the deepest parts of you has you squirming your hips - into him, away from him, you’re not sure - but it doesn’t stop sunghoon from bottomig out inside of your wet hole, his hip bones meeting your ass with a loud smacking sound and his heavy balls almost touching your clit with the force of his movements. sunghoon pulls back immediately, pausing just a second - not to give you time to adjust but to drop a glob of spit right where your cunt is stretched open by just the tip of him, then pushing back in with a low groan. your arms fold on the couch as you don’t even try to find purchase when sunghoon immediately builds up a bruising pace, fucking you into the armrest with almost brutal snaps of his hips. you feel so full, so dizzy from the pleasure and limited airflow, your pussy burning in the best way as sunghoon uses you without holding back. when he snakes one hand between your legs, bringing his palm down over your clit carelessly with harsh, quick rubs just to feel your cunt ripple around him and you mewl his name.
“fuck,” sunghoon hisses back. “why have you been hiding this from us? only sneaking around with jay all the time. feel like i need to punish you.”
sunghoon releases you from his headlock, his arm now pressing you down by your middle as he uses his other hand to land a heavy slap on your ass. he does it again and a third time, chuckling at you when you squeak from the impact of each hit. it stings, but it only hightens the intensity of sunghoon’s ruthless fucking and your body acts on its own, trying to fuck yourself back onto his thick cock when he slows down his thrusts to admire the way your ass fits against his hand.
“you’re so fucking needy,” sunghoon whispers, more to himself than anyone else. “was jay ever enough for you?” he spanks you one more time then soothes the sting with his palm, soft caresses on the tender skin of your bottom while his hips still bruise your ass with every harsh thrust.
your head is spinning from all of it, you feel yourself getting overwhelmed and lost in the sensations already, you might actually cum, you might—
“oh, someone’s jealous,” sunghoon’s laugh disrupts your spiraling.
sunghoon lifts your upper body up and you see jay kneeling on the couch infront if you.
it’s easy to forget just how possessive jay gets sometimes, but he makes sure to remind you now, undeniably trying to own you with the way he fucks your mouth. with one hand cupping your aching jaw - still tender from heeseung’s earlier desperation - gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek where his cock sometimes bulges out the skin while he brutally pumps his hips in contrast. from his loud groans it’s obvious that he’s not holding back the way he usually does when he’s scared of getting caught. you love it. you’re used to jay’s size, comfortable with the way he lies heavy on your tongue, leaving smears of familiar tasting precum over your lips. you love giving head on any given day and now you’re exceptionally glad you can focus on sucking jay’s cock - letting it ground you, muffling your desperate moans - while sunghoon still destroys you from behind.
you hear can hear jake and heeseung talking in the distance, you can barely understand anything they’re saying but the words you can make out - “finally…so fucking long…” “pretty…like a wet dream…” - are enough to make you renew your efforts, moving between jay and sunghoon not only for their pleasure, but to put on a show.
jay pulls out of your mouth, gripping the base of his cock with a veiny hand and you chase after him with a pathetic whine, tongue out and a string of spit still connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his flushed cock. just then sunghoon pulls you back against him with force as he rams into you from behind and you squeal. your spit drips from your outstretched tongue onto the couch as your eyes don’t leave jay’s cock, precum beading at the slit even now as he’s just watching you get fucked - you know you must look insane, cock-hungry and crazed, but you just wish jay would take your mouth again. you feel half delirious with need, despite everything you’ve already been given you just wish they would ruin you completely. the image of yourself overstimulated and covered in cum crosses your mind for a moment and you have to fight the urge to touch your pulsing clit and bring yourself over the edge - you wouldn’t need much with sunghoon’s ruthless thrusts, but you haven’t earned permission to orgasm just yet.
“god, you’re leaking everywhere,” sunghoon groans, making you hyperaware of the way your pussy squelches every time he forces his thick cock in and out of you again. “i can’t believe you love being fucked like slut. you’d probably let us do you whenever we want it, huh? be our little fleshlight whenever we need you.”
“please,” you whimper, “please, use me.” sunghoon groans like he’s in pain, spanks your ass again and then stills suddenly as he cums deep inside you, leaving his cock nestled between your fluttering walls as he pumps you full of his cum.
in your blurry vision you see jay’s cock still hard and heavy in front of you when sunghoon slowly pulls out.
“you didn’t cum yet,” you pout at jay, reaching for his cock. “come here then,” jay orders. “help me out properly.”
it takes a bit of maneuvering and some help from both sunghoon and jake, but in the end you’re finally sitting in jay’s lap, your nose almost touching his as you try to take in every reaction of his to your sloppy cunt around his shaft.
jay is sweeter now that he has you for himself. he wipes the sweat from your forehead as you slowly impale yourself on his erection. the glide is almost too easy, you’re positively soaking in your own arousal and sunghoon’s warm load, but jay still lets you take your time to take him to the hilt. he softly kisses your mouth, your neck and fondles your tits with gentle hands, making you melt in his lap as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure of being filled again. “don’t cum,” he whispers. his cock feels so good, familiar, perfectly curved. you rock down against him in short aborted motions, enjoying the closeness and chasing the sparks of pleasure. “fuck, you’re so needy. can’t even think anymore, hm? my little dummy, going all cockhungry for me and my friends.”
“i can’t believe you said: MaYbE i ShOuLd PuNiSh YoU,” you faintly register heeseung mocking sunghoon behind you. “but i’m the one who’s being weird, right?” “it seemed to do it for her,” sunghoon chuckles. “felt her sucking my cock right back into that needy cunt after i said it.” heeseung groans at that description and jake joins in - both of them clearly jealous that haven’t felt your pussy yet. jake says something, his voice high and needy, but you can’t hear him properly because jay distracts you with his teeth sinking into your shoulder.
“focus on me,” he groans against your neck, sucking almost painfully just beneath your jaw, one hand guiding your hips and the other still fondling your tits. “you can finally be loud for me now, everyone who could have heard you is already here. let me hear how much you like it.”
he sneaks one hand to your clit, rubbing torturously slow as you roll your hips into his more desperately, chasing the steady pleasure that keeps rising with every movement. it feels so fucking good, your swear you can feel your heartbeat in your cunt with how your pulsating now, the sensation of jay’s fingers on your clit is just right.
“jay,” you whine at the onslaught of stimulation, trembling against him. “aaah, feels s-so good, jay. love your cock, ‘s s’good.”
“fuck, you feel so good for me too, baby. but don’t cum yet.”
jay stills your hips with a firm grip, abandoning your clit to put both hands on your waist and guiding you to a new pace - less grinding and more of a steady up and down - that makes him knock his head back with a groan of pleasure but takes you away from the stimulation against your sweet spots.
you want to complain about the loss of delicious friction, but you get distracted when you see heeseung standing next to the couch, his thick cock in his hand, hard and ready again. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth without thinking, bending your neck awkwardly to let heeseung shallowly fuck the tip of his cock into your aching mouth while he’s fisting at the rest of it, his eyes not leaving your lips that are stretching around his tip.
you try to simultaneously suck off heeseung and keep up with the pace jay is setting for you, thighs burning and head spinning as you try to please both of them the best you can. it all goes out of the window when you hear jake softly call your name and feel him crowd into your space right behind you. jay stills your movements when you feel a cold, wet finger circle the rim of your sloppy hole, right where your cunt is stretched open and swallowing the base of jay’s cock. you let heeseung’s cock fall from your mouth in surprise, subconsciously tensing up at the cold sensation against your searing skin.
“relax,” jay mumbles against your neck, hands moving from your hips down to your ass to spread you open a bit, pulling you apart for jake who slowly presses the finger into your pussy right besides jay’s hard cock. you and jay both groan in unison at the wet slide of jake’s digit. you didn’t expect to be able to enjoy the new intrusion so quickly, but it genuinely feels amazing, jake’s long finger pressing jay’s cock deeper against your sensitive walls and right up against your sweet spot.
“oh fuck,” jay grunts as the space inside of your cunt gets more crowded. “so full,” you whine, “jake, please”.
you’re already addicted to the feeling of them stretching you out and you need more. luckily jake slowly adds another finger and starts moving them in and out at a careful pace. “so warm,” he muses. you see jay clenching his jaw at the foreign sensation of jake’s wiggling his fingers alongside his hard cock, pursing his lips like he always does when he’s trying not to blow his load too soon. you want to call him out for it, but you’re distracted by the feeling of another one of jakes digits prodding at your cunt, then there’s three of them and jay’s girth stretching you open, gently working up a push and pull to make it easier for you, until you’re truly ready for both of them, until you feel like you’ll burst at the seams if you don’t get to cum soon. deep shivers of arousal are traveling up and down your spine every time jake’s hand moves a different way, your head swimming with the need to know what it’s like to finally have jake’s cock lodged next to jay’s, to have them completely fill you to the brim.
“i’m ready,” you pant. “i’m ready, i’m ready, jake, please.”
his fingers slowly leave you. you hear the lube bottle click one last time, then jake lines himself up.
“no way that’s gonna fit,” sunghoon snorts. “you’re gonna ruin her.”
you force yourself to relax. sunghoon’s words don’t scare you - you know he’s just being a cruel tease. if anything he only turns you on more. you imagine yourself all fucked out, hanging off of jake and jay’s cocks like a ragdoll, leaking both of their and sunghoon’s cum from your used hole. you don’t know if it’s possible for you to get even needier or wetter, but you’re sure these thoughts do just that.
the initial stretch of jake’s cock breaching your hole still burns despite all the prep, a dull and addicting ache that reminds you of the first time you ever took dick. you’ve come to enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure now, right in the beginning when you can’t be patient enough to wait before taking it all, when every type of stimulation makes you gag for more - everything too much and not enough all at once.
you will yourself to take jake’s cock just how he gives it, not forcing yourself back onto him despite your desperation and not wiggling away from the anxiety of not being able to handle the size either.
you know you can do it. you’re so wet - slippery even - both from your own arousal, the remnants of sunghoon’s cum and jake’s thorough prepping - and you want this to happen badly, so you obediently sit still, sucking in a shallow gulp of air through your teeth before going completely still in anticipation.
jay’s fingers find your clit again, slowly soothing over your engorged bud as jake pushes the first part of himself, just beyond the mushroom tip of his cock, inside of your sticky hole with a grunt. as jay rubs heavy circles against your bundle of nerves, the return of thick pleasure sets your whole body alight and makes you squeeze your eyes shut, clenching your teeth from all of the overwhelming sensations you’re made to feel between the both of them.
“breathe,” jay whispers. with the way his voice breaks, wrecked and airy, it sounds more like a plea than a command. you release the air you been holding with a wanton whine.
you hear some rustling as jake frantically smears more lube over the rest of his cock despite the sticky substance already running over your thighs and dripping onto the couch, but appreciate it nevertheless.
impatient, jake pushes in a bit quicker this time, burying two more inches inside of you with a quick flick of his hips and both you and jay twitch at the sensation.
“oh gosh,” jake moans against your ear the same moment a high whine gets punched out of you from the feeling of him nestling himself deeper inside of you. his voice is wet and strained. “it’s so tight.”
“more,” you demand with a whimper. you appreciate jake’s restraint, the way he’s taking breaks and being so careful to make sure not to hurt you, but a part of you wishes he would just push in all the way, get it over with this slow, slightly uncomfortable progression in favor of letting you feel as full as you want to feel, desregarding any pain.
you’re already shaking with anticipation just at the promise of soon being stuffed to the hilt with both jake and jay’s cock, fully leaning against jay’s chest for support now and only keeping your teary eyes open to watch the way his expression changes when more of jake’s cock rubs against his inside of your trembling walls.
jay is still thumbing at your clit with lazy intent when one of jake’s hands comes up front to cup your breast before absently trailing lower to gently soothe over your abdomen. “almost there,” he chokes out as he forces another inch of his hard cock inside of you, slightly bending down to start lapping apologetic kisses against your sweaty neck when the added stretch makes you whine.
for a second you’re not if you want to escape the overwhelming sensation or push back on it. you just need to feel jake fill you up completely, but you truly don’t know if you can handle this slow approach anotjer second, especially now when your head is spinning and your cunt is aching, not just from the stretch inside, but from the way it’s craving another rough pounding like sunghoon gave you earlier - but just then jake takes the decision from you.
“oh shit, oh gosh, i’m- fuuuck,“ he blabbers while he pushes in the rest of his cock until his trembling thighs meet the back of yours. you and jay both yelp in surprise as he carves out his spot deep inside of you, your relaxed walls easily giving way to the force of him despite the added stretch.
“sorry,” jake groans against your neck. “fuck, i’m so sorry, it feels so fucking good, but i shouldn’t have, i really shouldn’t have, i- are you okay?”
you are.
jake fills you up so good, both of them do. despite the inital surprise and the slight discomfort you were ready, relaxed, fucked open by jay and sunghoon’s cocks and almost overprepared with enough lube. “yeah,” you whimper, trying not to float away and focusing on grounding yourself right here between the bodies of both the panting men are trapping you. “feels so good, jake. just give me a minute.”
in your messy heap you all catch your breaths. sunghoon makes an offhand comment about how he should have filmed it and from your peripheral vision you see that heeseung is slowly teasing his cock next you, watching your concentrated face - but you don’t focus on them for now. you rest against jay’s chest, letting him kiss your face while you let yourself truly feel the sensations, taking in everything that’s happening and loving it.
“i’m ready,” you decide shortly after, when you feel less overwhelmed. you’re more aware of the way jake’s breath tickles your ear, how jay’s hands smooth over your waist, how your sweat has started drying uncomfortably from the break you’ve been granted. but you’re especially aware of how badly you want to get fucked. “give it to me.”
“fuck,” jake mumbles wholeheartedly, sounding more playful and less out of it than before. “yeah, okay, let’s go.”
jake adjust his position behind you, crowding in closer to hook his chin over your shoulder. jay groans, annoyed.
“don’t look at me like that, dude.”
you feel jake’s head move a bit, presumably wiggling his eyebrows or making a face and jay hisses: “stop it, you’re making it weird.”
“you’re making it weird,” jake deadpans. “we’re literally touching dicks right now, man.”
“yeah, inside pussy!” jay whines. you can’t surpress a soft laugh and it makes you clench down around their cocks, forcing a groan from both of them.
“right,” jake says, hands tightening on your hips. “okay.”
he slowly starts moving.
it’s uncoordinated and awkward at first, but you’re all a panting, moaning mess in a matter of minutes, euphoric and almost overwhelmed with the way every part of you rubs up against their bodies - your chest against jay’s, jake’s front against your back, jay’s teeth against your jaw, jake’s lips on your neck, jay’s hands around your middle, jake’s fingers roaming over your hips and ass, both of their cocks inside of your greedy hole, creating the most delicious friction whenever they move back and forth with an obscene squelching sound.
your efforts to keep up with them, to pull your own weight by trying to ride them the way they deserve fall short when jay’s thumb finds your clit again, slowly pushing the digit over your sensitive, stiffened bud and making you squeal.
jake turns your head and uses the opportunity to push his tongue into your open mouth in a quick, messy kiss, then he moves to lick over your chin and neck, trailing lower before resting his forehead against your back, his hips naturally picking up the pace and fucking you into harder as he starts chasing his own release. jay captures your jaw in one hand, possesively licking over where jake left a shiny trail of saliva before pressing his lips to yours too.
you’re starting to build a rhythm together, jake’s hips rhythmically smacking against your backside and jay bucking up into you from below. they’re almost too deep, wedged firmly between your greedy walls in an unbelievable sensation you’ve never felt before.
jake can’t stop playing with your body while he desperately humps you down into jay. you expect his hands everywhere but you still jump when you feel him spitting a string of saliva onto your clenched asshole, rubbing over the tight rose with his thumb in time with his thrusts. he doesn’t put the finger in despite the experimental push of the tip of the broad digit against your hot resistance - and despite the arousal shooting up your spine at the thought of them using you there too, you’re glad jake doesn’t try to open up your ass. you don’t think you’d be able to take it.
at one point you reach for heeseung’s cock again when you see it in your line of vision but you falter quickly, letting heeseung hold your hand still as he thrusts into your loose first. you see sunghoon adjusting himself over his pants on the other side of you, his quick touch turning into a firm rubbing in time with you being bounced between three cocks.
“don’t cum,” jay warns when your moans of pleasure turn to loud mewls, but you can’t help it anymore when he builds the pressure of his thumb, meanly moving from left to right while their cocks stretch you just right.
your orgasm hits you hard and sudden, making you convulse between the two sweaty bodies. your pulsating walls push jake’s cock out of you completely as he slightly pulls back and you faintly registered his wounded whine, but you can’t focus on it as your high rips through your body with unexpected force. you buck up, away from jay’s cock as well and rise up onto shaking thighs, squirting all over jay’s lap while he continues to rub at your clit, guiding you trough it with firm hands. you hear the telltale sounds of jake jerking himself off behind you to the visual until he finishes with a groan, his tacky release spraying over your sweaty back.
jay is still hard beneath you, his erection digs into your stomach when you collapse in his lap with your face resting against his chest, ramrod straight and unyielding where it throbs against the skin of your abdomen.
“you’re not tapping out now, let me use your pussy until i cum,” jay says. it’s a demand, but you hear the question, slowly nodding your heavy head against his chest.
you let them adjust your limbs just the way he needs, body too tired to be anything but useful at the moment. it almost feels like a punishment, the way jake holds your thighs open, lifting you up a bit while jay pumps into you from below. you can barely hold on to his shoulders, as he’s fucking you well into overstimulation until he finally cums with a strained groan, lodging his load deep inside of you before letting his hips drop back down on the couch. his cock falls onto his lower stomach with a wet thud. strings of your wetness, jay’s fresh cum, the remnants of lube and sunghoon’s runny release follow suit when your needy hole clenches around nothing after being used to the continuous stretch and stimulation.
they lay you down in a mess of sweat and cum on the couch, all of them staring at your ruined hole. you feel new desire punch through you at their hungry gazes, you could swear there’s a fresh glob of wetness forming between your legs and running down your crack. you clench your thighs together to stop them from noticing, but to no avail.
“are you still not satisfied?” jay chuckles.
“open your legs again,” sunghoon says slowly.
you peer up at him, fearful and excited.
“don’t make me spread them for you,” sunghoon threatens.
you obediently pull your legs apart and sunghoon lands his palm on your clit with a a smack. you jerk and whine but keep your thighs spread obediently, perfectly presenting your throbbing cunt to heeseung who slaps your sensitive skin too, then jake, then jay with several small taps that make you writhe as you feel yourself building from the stinging sensation, bucking your hips up and clenching around nothing, smearing your arousal over jay’s palm.
“inside, inside,” you whimper, needing to feel stretched out again now that you’re already close to another mind-blowing high.
jay stills his hand. “anyone up to go again?”
“fuck yes,” heeseung groans, shucking off his clothes again until he’s just as bare as you are.
heeseung didn’t kiss you earlier but he’s making up for it now, quickly looming over you on the couch and pressing his naked body flush against yours to give you a proper makeout, devouring you with his hot mouth and gently prodding tongue.
you’re sure there are comments from the others but you’re too lost in the sensations of heeseung’s tongue invading your mouth and his cock pulsing against your stomach. you spread your legs for him more, arching yourself up against him, your nipples rubbing against his chest and your sticky cunt grinding over his thigh. your neediness makes heeseung laugh, but he gets to it right then, slowly sliding into your wet heat and fucking you just like that, in the missionary position. he’s gentle at first watching you hiss from sensitivity when he stretches out your used hole again, but then he quickly gets more and more ruthless, thrusting his cock into you almost desperately and chasing his own second orgasm. you whimper when heeseung’s heavily grinding up into you hard and deep until you feel like he’s touching your cervix, sobbing almost and clinging to heeseung’s shoulders while he coos at you, praising your perfect, slutty pussy while he fucks you with heavy, self-indulgent thrusts. it’s almost disgusting how well your cunt makes room for every punch of his cock, letting him fuck the remnants of sunghoon’s and jay’s cum impossibly deeper into you until you swear you can feel it in your tummy.
under the other three members’ watchful eyes heeseung starts building you up again and again, but not letting you finish, slowing down every time you start locking up around him.
“please,” you finally beg. “please, fill me up, want your cum inside, heeseung, please.”
heeseung slots his lips over yours one more time, panting soft praises against your open mouth as you whine and beg for him to make you cum too while he adds his seed to the throbbing mess of your cunt in long, heavy spurts.
you positively wailing at the loss of stimulation when heeseung pulls his softening cock out of you, just to release a high pitched moan when he doesn’t waste any time to curl three of his finger into you, pistoning them in and out of your rippling cunt with perfectly timed flicks of his wrist, rubbing at your used walls just right and making you clench down hard around the smaller intrusions after being stretched around much thick cock.
while heeseung keeps moving his pretty fingers inside of you, sunghoon moves to the other side of the couch, holding your hands down by your wrist so you can’t squirm away as jake stands beside the couch to play with your tits, pinching and squeezing at you just right. with nowhere to edcape their combined assault your pleasure mounts like a tidal wave, but you only keep looking at jay now who is staring back at you with an eyebrow raised and his jaw clenched. he shakes his head at you and you know what he means, something he often tells you when you fuck around: “no, this is mine”. this one is for him, his orgasm. not yours.
you try to hold on, but it only takes minutes until you can’t take it anymore and you start begging for jay, a string of incromprehensible whines and whinpers, but jay knows what you want - of yourse he does. when he mouths “cum” your eyes roll back and you immediately squirt all over heeseung’s fingers and arm while you thrash under sunghoon and jake, body clenching tight and releasing with every new wave of pleasure until you’re completely spent.
you’re still disoriented when sunghoon suddenly grabs your chin, running his hard dick over your cheek with a rut of his hips, missing your panting mouth to keep rubbing himself from your chin to your forehead until droplets of precum leak into your hair and smear over the bridge of your nose, defiling your tear stained face just a little more for his pleasure. you barely have time to really feel the humiliation of it all. your cunt clenches around nothing once in a weak punch of arousal that makes your tired body shiver, but sunghoon is already cumming on your face without a word, biting his bottom lip so hard you fear his canine might pierce the sensitive flesh when you use your last energy to open your mouth and catch strings of his release on your tongue. you keep your lips parted even when your eyes slowly flutter shut, basking in the afterglow.
there’s a moment of silence, filled only with the sounds of you and sunghoon trying to catch your breaths.
“swallow,” you hear someone say. you’re not sure who it is because your eyes are still closed, but when you let sunghoon’s salty release run down your throat with an eager gulp you hear all four of them coo at you. it makes you happy to know that you’ve satisfied them all. you’re happy with the way they fucked you too, railing within an inch of your life and almost making you forget everything besides them for a while. you feel like you could fall asleep right now, float away, if it weren’t for the sticky mess pooling between your legs and drying on your face and cooling sweat prickling at your nape uncomfortably now that you’re slowly coming down.
you feel your head get tilted to the side with gentle fingers, a cool, wet cloth patting over your eyebrows and the heated skin of your forehead. you relax at the sensation, tilting your face towards it as you let yourself get taken care of.
“good girl,” jay hums softly, swift fingers moving to wipe sunghoon’s cum from your chin. “you did so well for us, baby. good, good fucking girl.”
you let yourself relax under jay’s gentle touch and reassuring words. you don’t open your eyes yet but you know jay is fondly returning the smile that’s spreading on your face.
not much later, when jay takes you to the bathroom to clean you up, heeseung, sunghoon and jake are left to deal with the mess you made of their couch.
“how many times do you think he’ll make her cum in the bathtub?” sunghoon asks.
“three,” heeseung suggests immediately.
“nah, no fucking way,” jake exclaims. “zero. she’s too tired.”
heeseung raises his eyebrows in challenge, just as a muffled moan unmistakably travels through the hallway.
“do you want to bet on it?”
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Hey, so I just stumbled upon your lovely blog and I noticed that you did fic recs. I was just wondering if you knew of any Dom!Draco ones or ones where Harry isn’t as “savior” ish I guess? I hope this makes since. Thanks in advance 💕
Here are some lists that I know with the theme BDSM in general:
by @o0o-chibaken-o0o : Bottom!Draco BDSM | Top!Draco / Switching BDSM
by @capiturecs : #Dominance and Submission | BDSM & Kinky Stories [1] [2]
by @dragontamerdame : BDSM
by @drarryruinedme7 : BDSM
by @gameofdrarry : BDSM
by @mxlfoydraco : BDSM
by @onemadeofglass :
BDSM
subspace
sub Draco
sub Harry
D/s dynamics
by @potter-loves-malfoy : BDSM | sub!draco dom!harry
by @thedrarrylibrarian : Harry Subbing
by @themalfoymanner : Sub!Harry
from AO3 tags :
#BDSM
#Sub Draco
#Sub Harry
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Slutty Little Shorts
Summary: Y/N is turned on by Harry’s tiny running shorts.
Word count: 880
Warnings: smut (sub!harry, dom!reader, teasing, edging)
A/N: I’m having a terrible bout of writer’s block. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to write stories 🙃 So I thought I’d just work on something small, like a random blurb about Harry’s shorts. Enjoy!
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It’s a bright and sunny Saturday morning. Y/N stands in the kitchen, staring out at the garden through the window, admiring the meticulously arranged flowerbeds and vegetable patch that she and Harry planted together in the spring.
She doesn’t hear him enter the kitchen until he says, “Babe? I’m heading out for a run.”
Turning to look at him, her eyes are immediately drawn to the tiny orange shorts hanging off his hips, not even reaching the middle of his thighs. His tiger tattoo stares back at her.
“Wearing that?” she asks.
He looks down at his outfit. “Uh, yeah? These are the new running shorts I bought last week, remember?”
“I didn’t know you bought those for running.”
“What else would they be for?”
She shrugs. “To seduce me?”
He places his hands on his hips and glances down at the shorts again. “I’m not sure they look sexy enough to be used for seduction purposes. I mean, they’re neon orange, for one thing.”
“You can make anything look sexy. It’s like your superpower.”
She may be biased, but she can’t think of a single instance where Harry looked unattractive in whatever he was wearing. Whether he’s dressed in a tailored suit or a hoodie and sweatpants or as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, he never fails to look like a Greek god to her.
“I’m almost hesitant to let you out of the house wearing that,” she says, only half-joking.
“They’re just shorts, Y/N,” he laughs, oblivious to how thick and juicy and delectable his thighs look. “You’re acting like my ass is hanging out the back or something.”
She lifts her brows. “Is it?”
“No!”
“Let me see. Turn around.”
He sighs and turns around slowly, keeping his hands on his hips.
“Seeeee?” He wiggles from side to side a bit, enticing her even more. “The ass is nicely tucked away. There is nothing to worry a—”
His sentence is interrupted by both of Y/N’s hands landing firmly against his cheeks. He jumps slightly in surprise.
“I love your cute little butt,” she says, squeezing it over his shorts, feeling the toned muscle flex beneath her fingers.
He frowns over his shoulder at her. “Little? I don’t do forty squats a day for you to call my butt ‘little.’”
“Forty squats, huh? How come I never get to see you doing those squats?”
“Because I’m shy,” he mumbles quietly, playing up the act.
She snorts. “Right.”
Moving her hands to his hips, she guides him back against the edge of the kitchen counter and stands in front of him. She pulls his head down to kiss him, instantly gliding her tongue across his plush lips and into his mouth. He tastes like toothpaste.
One of her hands sneaks into his shorts. When she reaches his cock and gives it a firm squeeze, he whimpers against her mouth. She knows he must be extra sensitive after how much she teased him in bed earlier this morning, licking and caressing his hard length, refusing to let him come no matter how much he begged and begged. It’s part of his punishment for coming without her permission last night.
“Y/N, please,” he whines, pulling away from the kiss. “Have t—to go for my run.”
Sliding her other hand to the back of his head, she gives his hair a sharp tug. He moans.
“I’ll let you go soon, puppy,” she tells him gently. “Just want to play with my toy for a bit.”
She kisses him again but just briefly so that she can watch his reaction as she pumps her hand back and forth over his cock in quick, unrelenting strokes. His mouth falls open. He’s almost panting in pleasure, and the sound is music to her ears.
“Stay still,” she warns when he starts rocking his hips against her hand.
“Sorry.”
His hands are at his sides, gripping the edge of the counter so hard that his knuckles have gone white. She keeps her eyes on his sweet face, grinning at how his cheeks flush a deep red under her watchful gaze.
“Oh, please, please,” he whispers as he gets close.
She pulls her hands out of his shorts abruptly and says, “Okay, I’m done. Off you go!”
“Wh—what?”
She smiles and fixes his shorts around his hips before stepping back. “You can go on your run now, puppy.”
“But… But...”
“But but but what?” She tilts her head to the side, challenging him to continue, to ask her to keep touching him until he comes, but she knows he won’t. Because she made it very clear last night that he won’t be coming for the rest of the weekend and possibly the entire upcoming week if he keeps misbehaving.
So, all he does is stand there and pout. And while he has a knack for putting on the cutest puppy-dog eyes Y/N has ever seen, she’s not about to give in that easily.
“Oh, don’t give me that look. You’re the one that came down here wearing those slutty little shorts. What did you think was going to happen?”
She laughs evilly and starts to leave the kitchen, turning back in the doorway to say, “By the way, we need to buy you more of those. In all different colours.”
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kink headcanon-a-day #33
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Sirius didn’t know how his life turned out like this
More followers than the entire population of New Orleans tuning in daily to see his finished tattoos. Hundreds of thousands of people hearting his posts of progress tattoos—not even the completed thing, just scratches and outlines. Artist to the stars. Celebrity guest appearances on TV’s Ink Royalty. Thousands of dollars in tattoos hugging the contours of his body by some of the greatest artists in the world.
And somehow—
Somehow
Remus fucking Lupin was in his DMs.
The Remus Lupin who Sirius had been harbouring a severely desperate crush on since Remus’s independently released demo
But Sirius was different. He wasn’t the same sad, scrawny boy doodling in his journal instead of paying attention to maths, eagerly waiting for Remus to drop his newest song after school ended. Sirius was inked up to his family’s disapproval, making the beautiful art that much sweeter. His hair wasn’t chopped to his rigid mother’s standards, but flowing, long, and wild.
He had runes on his knuckles, stars on his neck, piercings along the shell of his ear, and fishnets under his ripped jeans. Smoky eyes that Remus told him were beautiful, and lips always tinted pink because Remus thought it was a pretty shade.
Sirius had the whole world eating out of his hand
And Remus had Sirius eating out of his.
And Remus was different, too. Not the same lanky teenager with magic fingers, covered in pink scars and making hauntingly melodic music from his childhood bedroom. The scars had long since turned silvery and brown, and his awkwardness had become charmingly unapologetic. And while his music was still just as breath-taking and his lyrics still inciting fire in Sirius’s veins, the genres were experimental, the bass heavier, the vocals more feral. Remus’s voice was fucking enthralling, more than ever, especially in the expensive five-thousand dollar headphones Remus had sent to him after their first late night conversation.
But while Remus Lupin was still shy as ever in front of studio cameras—
While he was a little more comfortable when talking to himself on the floor of his kitchen with a guitar, to the barrage of comments in the livestreams that Sirius religiously tuned into—
He was anything but meek in his private conversations.
And even more bold as of the last week now that Remus’s number was in Sirius’s phone
Remus’s contact was in his phone. Remus’s name in his call log. Remus’s pictures in his camera roll. And Remus’s filthy fucking words in his texts
‘What are you up to?’ Sirius texted from his hotel room.
‘meeting with a potential label. trying to butter me up with gifts. i only agreed to meet with them since i was coming to town to visit you too’
‘Romantic,’ Sirius teased. ‘Still a sell out.’
‘only if i sign. not like they can take back the gift—which is a car :)’ Remus texted again, ‘by the way, you are now the owner of a 2023 porsche.’
‘You should replace your old clunker.’
‘never. and I like spoiling you’
‘Flirt.’
‘just with you’
Sirius blushed and cranked up the dial on his headphones, Remus’s new song looping once again.
‘what are you doing?’ Remus asked him.
Sirius’s cheeks went pink with embarrassment, a fluttering inside his chest. ‘I may… be listening to your voice on my fancy headphones. The new song. For the fifth time.’
‘oh? what do you think?’
Sirius smiled and typed with enthusiasm. ‘It’s raw. Your voice is so unhinged, and I feel like I’m being hypnotized by the bass. I don’t think you’ve ever had this much stuff going on before. The song sort of empties out my head a little. Idk it’s hard to explain. Could just be these ridiculously expensive headphones. I do love it though.’
Remus’s writing bubble popped up—Stopped. Then started again.
‘good. i wrote it for you.’
A grin cut into Sirius’s cheeks, and he flopped onto his side, propping his phone on his pillow, typing, ‘Mr. Lupin… A Porsche and a song—are you trying to seduce me?’
‘why, baby, is it working?’
Sirius lowered the light next to his bed and yanked his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor. He pinched his nipples, rolling the little buds with his fingers until they were pink and hard, standing erect against his pale chest. He raise his phone up and took a selfie, biting his lip, smouldering grey eyes catching the light from his bedside table,
Parts of him were contoured in shadows that swallowed up the inky designs over his body or in bright light that made his pale skin glow.
Remus’s writing bubble stopped and started, again and again, until finally
‘when this bullshit is done i’m going fuck you against your hotel door and show you what i was really thinking about when i wrote your song’
Sirius’s heart stopped, his stomach going tight and warm. Your song. His song. The sexiest fucking song he’d ever heard Remus sing and play.
He typed furiously, ‘I need you’
‘show me what you’re wearing’
Sirius shifted further onto his side and pulled his phone back to capture the black lace stretched across the curve of his arse, his hips, dipping down to his pink cock, peeking out and barely encased in the sheer fabric
Only the sluttiest of panties were packed for this work trip knowing that he was finally going to get Remus in a room all to himself.
‘is that all for me?’ Remus typed. ‘did you pick those slutty little panties for me?’
Sirius reached down and rolled his palm against his lacy cock. ‘Yes’
‘such a filthy slut for me. i bet you’ve been aching to send me a picture of you, posed like a whore. maybe i should show everyone here that picture. tell them i have to go because i have a needy whore waiting for me to fuck him’
Sirius gripped his cock, pressing and running his thumb over the lace as his heart sped up
‘you’re touching yourself, aren’t you? bet you can’t help it. getting off to my texts like a desperate cumslut because you can’t wait’
‘I’m sorry’
‘you want cock so bad, don’t you’
‘Please. I can’t wait. I need to come’
‘tell me whose cock you need. tell me whose slut you are and i’ll help you come while you wait for me’
‘I only want your cock, Remus. I’m your slut. I’ve always been yours'
‘take that pretty cock out, baby. let me see what i do to you.’
Sirius shoved his panties down and took his heavy cock in his hand, stroking it, replaying Remus’s words in his head—he imagined “needy whore” being whispered by the voice in the headphones, he imagined the bass pounding in his head was Remus’s hips pounding into his arse
Another chime a minute later demanding, ‘i said show it to me. is my song still playing? is my music making my slut too dumb to follow orders? do you need my hand spanking your arse to keep you in line?’
Sirius whimpered and took another selfie—his head tilted, mouth parted, hooded eyes staring up at the camera. His hand was wrapped around his swollen cock, the tip milky white with drops of pre-cum.
He sent it and immediately started pumping his cock in time with the music as Remus sent message after message, a dirty stream of consciousness to rile Sirius up
‘i’m so lucky to have such a pretty baby with such a pretty cock’
He imagined what it would be like to finally have Remus’s hands on him
‘i can’t wait to get my mouth around it, swallow you up, make you beg for me to move’
Would they be gentle like he always imagined?
‘i’m going to stretch your tight hole with my wet fingers, fuck you with them while i suck you dry’
Would they be rough like he’d been fantasizing about lately?
‘you’re so good, love. my favourite cockslut in the whole world, my favourite baby. the only whore i ever dream about fucking. only you, only that tight little arse’
Sirius started to lose himself in the words on the screen, in Remus’s silky voice in his ears, the almost painful grip he had on his cock as his hand flew up and down it
‘i bet you’re so close. i bet you’re aching for it.'
Sirius whined low in his throat, pupils blown wide, hungrily waiting for Remus's next text
'i want you to come for me, baby. come for me when i say and show it to me. show me you can be good—and i’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow when you sit down to work’
“Mmm—” Sirius bit his lip, trying to muffle his moans in his hotel room. He worked his hand faster, harder, thinking only about Remus. His voice. His music. His hands. His cock.
He thought of what it would feel like to have Remus’s lips on him
‘i’m going to hold you down and slam my cock into you until you beg for mercy’
Remus’s tongue licking against his—
‘you’re going to beg for my hands around your neck’
His tongue fucking into his hole—
‘beg me to make you scream, to let you be my whore’
—shoving his cock in instead—
‘i’m going to fuck you until you think you can’t handle it, then fuck you until you cry for more’
The bass of his song—Sirius’s song—emptied his head, his eyes falling closed to Remus’s onslaught of messages until it was only conjured visions of Remus fucking him, Remus’s deep voice taunting him and urging him to be good, Remus’s typed words crowding the empty space of his mind until he was brimming with pleasure,
His cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand, and with a short cry, he came so hard his back arched off the bed, trails of warm white cum splattering against his stomach, drenching his fingers until his cock was a sticky, slick mess.
He ripped off the headphones and breathed heavily, ignoring the texts from Remus and the faint tinny buzz of Remus’s song playing from the headphone speakers.
Only a moment or two passed and a video call request came through.
Sirius swiped and held the phone loosely in his hand.
He saw himself in the corner image, pale shoulders, messy hair, swollen red bottom lip from biting, and looking dazed the fuck out of his mind
Remus’s face appeared big on the screen, headphones in, smiling brightly as he settled into his cab, and clearly happy to be out of the meeting.
He took a look at Sirius and pouted. “I missed it.”
“You, sir—” Sirius panted, “—are going to be the end of me.”
“Ooh. I like the sound of that.” Remus smirked. “Show me and say it again.”
Sirius swallowed, and pulled his phone further back, his stomach striped in white and soft cock resting against his belly. He repeated obediently, “Yes, sir.”
Remus grinned. “The things you do to me, Mr. Black.”
“More like the things you’re going to do to me.”
“Take a nap, love,” Remus said, adjusting his earbud. “I’ll wake you up for dinner when I get to the hotel in forty.”
“You’re going to wait to fuck me until after dinner?” Sirius drawled. “You don't even want a blow job?”
“Don’t want to go spoiling your dinner with dessert, love,” Remus replied. “Oh, I’m having them ship the Porsche to your place next week.”
“Did you sign?” Sirius asked.
“Of course not.” Remus shrugged. “I spent the entire meeting thinking about fucking you. Wouldn’t really be a wise decision if I said yes not knowing what I was saying yes to.”
“But you still got the Porsche.”
“I still got the Porsche.” Remus grinned. “Sleep now, baby. I’ll see you soon.”
Sirius swapped music, changing it to one of Remus’s more quiet, acoustic songs. He pulled his headphones back on and relaxed back onto the hotel sheets, buzzing with his orgasm, lulled by Remus’s calming voice, and cum drying on his stomach and thighs.
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