Part Dos Of Dont Accidentally Beat Your Dick To Your Best Friend

part dos of ‘don’t accidentally beat your dick to your best friend’

part one

black coded reader <3

warnings; smut

an: you asked, i delivered 🧞‍♀️

eren is a mess. a complete utter mess.

after realizing he’s been jerking it to you for the past few months, he becomes a nervous wreck around. oh it was bad.

his first encounter with you after the realization, literally happens the day after.

you were running late for work and your car was currently in the shop so you sent a rather urgent text to him with multiple crying emojis, asking him to take you to work.

without even seeing the message, he begins to panic just seeing your name pop up.

did you somehow use your woman tuition and found out he was fucking himself to you? it plagued eren’s mind for a few seconds, his hands clammy as he grasps his phone.

he lets out a sigh of relief once he reads the message and instantly responds.

‘yeah ofc, see u in a bit’

‘thx ren, you’re the best!’

oh eren feels like shit.

he felt like a pervert. like he wasn’t supposed to see you in your nakedness, pleasuring yourself for thousands to see.

“.. ren, are you okay? you’re awfully quiet today.. i’m sorry if you were busy-”

he immediately shakes his head “no! i wasn’t doing anything. i don’t mind at all.. just a bit distracted is all.” he clears his throat, eyes fixated on the road. not sparing you a single glance.

you stare at the side of his face, picking him apart in your brain. all these years the two of you had the pleasure of knowing each other, you knew eren’s mannerisms, his nervous ticks and more.

something was definitely up.

…

“god not this again. connie could you maybe not be so open about the porn you indulge in.” reiner is fed up with the porn talk, just trying to enjoy this sunday afternoon with his friends.

“okay but bro i’m telling you, this girl is fire. i’d def buy her only fans if she had one.”

eren isn’t too interested in the conversation. his head’s in the clouds. lately he’s been fantasizing about you. a lot actually.

breaking you in half. fucking your brains out in every setting possible. this was new to say the least. before, eren hadn’t had such thoughts about you.

i mean yeah he did sometimes think about what it’d be like if the two of you were together. would the two of you be good partners as you are friends? but he never thought about you in such obscene ways.

it is this next part that has eren almost falling out of his chair.

“[your user]. never heard of her?”

both jean and reiner shake their heads.

eren on the other hand feels his skin run cold, eyes bulging out his head at the username. it was your username.

connie is now pulling out his phone and eren quickly catches on that he is about to pull up your page. with frantic eyes and haste, eren waits for connie to unlock his phone and in the split second that connie rotated his screen towards the three men, eren yanks it from his grasp and dramatically let’s connie’s phone fall face down on the concrete.

“yo what the fuck man?!” connie yells, mouth ajar as he looks between eren and his phone that is definitely not working when he picks it up.

“i-i um. i’m sorry.. it slipped..”

both reiner and jean silently blink, throwing glances at each other.

“oh it fucking slipped? my five year old nephew could put on a better fucking performance.”

“i’m really sorry man. i get paid tomorrow, i’ll pay for it. i swear.”

…

“i really needed this, thanks for hanging out with me ren. karina has been more bitchy than usual.” it was no secret you hated your boss. you often ranted about her to eren, so much so that he hated her as well and doesn’t even know what she looks like.

“of course. you want some more popcorn? bowl’s almost empty.”

you nod and eren gets up from his spot on his bed and retreats to the kitchen to refill the bowl.

you shift your eyes to the tv, ‘bad boys’ currently at it’s thirty minute mark.

you feel a buzz under your butt.

with furrowed brows you shift and pull out eren’s phone that you had no idea you were sitting on.

his phone screen comes to life, him and armin in the background of the notifications that fill the screen.

there were a few from twitter and growing curious as to what eren’s twitter feed looked liked, you unlocked his phone and hit refresh.

your jaw unhinges when you pop up on his screen. fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

you’re in shock like you literally didn’t film this a few hours ago and hit post. you just weren’t expecting to see yourself on your best friend’s timeline.

you stare at yourself, at first unsure how to react to this knowledge but then the thought of eren touching himself to you skates across your mind and suddenly you’re clenching your thighs, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

the thought arouses you.

eren comes back with the bowl filled to the brim and his smile is wiped off his face once he sees his phone in your hands.

“eren,” you start. your voice is low but sweet. “is there something you want to tell me?”

he sucks in a breath, pupils shaking as you lay the phone on the bed. he sees what you were looking at clear as day.

“y/n.. i-i can explain.”

your plump lips turn upwards into a grin. mischief writes all over them.

“come here.”

it’s a command that has him hesitantly obeying.

he sits down on the bed, farther than where he originally was.

you sigh and close the proximity by climbing into lap, the popcorn bowl being discarded to the side.

eren feels hell fire creeping up his neck. his mouth his dry and he can suddenly hear the thrumming of his blood.

“how many times have you fucked yourself to me. hm?”

his lips tremble. “a few times..” it almost comes out as a mumble.

your smirk widens at his blatant lie.

“oh eren, you and i both know that’s not true.”

you push him until his back is flat on the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips. you splay your hands on his chest and fully plant your clothes pussy on his crotch.

he could literally just cum right then and there.

“you know what i hate more than liars?”

once eren realizes you actually want him to respond he shakes his head.

you lean forward until your lips are grazing against his ear. your tits mushed against his chest.

“i hate disobedient boys,” you lean back up and eren looks dazed. aware but dazed. “are you a disobedient boy eren?”

…

needless to say, he’s not. he listens to your every command which is why he was currently whimpering, hands pressed against his chest, trying his very best not to touch you.

your mouth works wonders on his cock, it weeps in all it’s 8inch glory, precum finding it’s way onto your tongue.

you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’, eyeing eren as you pump his aching length. “you close?”

tears form in eren’s eyes. everything feels fuzzy. his brain is scattered but he still manages to give a slight nod. he looked so fucked out and god what a sight it was.

“you gonna cum for me pretty boy?”

the nickname makes eren whine.

“eren, answer me or you don’t get to cum.” you grit, your free hand taking hold on his throat, clenching your dainty yet powerful fingers around it.

“y-yes! yes. m’gonna c-cum.” he chokes out. his pupils becoming dilated as you speed up your hand around his cock.

you smile at this. “i want you to come in my mouth ‘kay? and you can touch me now.” your mouth is instantly on his cock after finishing your sentence.

eren props himself up on his elbows, the iron grip you still have on his neck combined with you sucking the everlasting life out of him has eren cumming in no time with a cracked moan.

“fuh-fuckkk.” tears are streaming down his face now, jaw unhinged as you lap up the messy head on his cock.

“got anymore for me?” you don’t expect him to answer, instead you squeeze on his balls and one last spurt of cum falls onto your shiny lips.

this has eren falling back flat on his back, panting heavily like he’d just finished running a marathon.

you lick at your lips and hum at the taste of him. salty, as expected but not overbearing.

“you did so good for me ren.” you smile, crawling up beside him. resting a hand on his naked chest.

eren lazily turns his head towards you, his cheeks tear stained. he looks utterly broken and it ignites something within you.

“this stays between us ‘kay?” he nods slowly at that, too tired to speak.

what in the world did he just get himself into?

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let’s make a movie - k.hj

pairing: hongjoong x black!fem! reader ft. yunho and san

genre: smut, fluff, pwp, non-idol!au

word count: 5.2k

content warnings: mention of misogyny, hongjoong just loves you so much, showering together, food mention, teasing, name calling (once), praise, consensual filming, finger sucking, oral (m and f receiving), choking (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (don’t), rough sex, ass slapping, creampie

synopsis: in which a horny couple make a sextape during a night in.

playlist: make a movie - twista, movie - megan thee stallion ft lil durk

author’s note: it’s hongjoong’s birthday!! and i’ve had this written for like a month before i even started posting on here so i hope you enjoy it! 🥰

“she is so pretty, joong.” san said to his friend with an innocent dimpled smile on his face. hongjoong was showing off your recently posted instagram pictures to his friends. you went out with your girlfriends for lunch and you wasted no time posting the pictures on social media. you looked so beautiful. your hair was freshly done in braids and your makeup looked perfect. your perfect body and thick thighs were on display in the tight, pink sundress you wore. you even took a picture that showed off your ass; whether it was intentional or not would remain a mystery.

“she is.” hongjoong agreed with his friend.

hongjoong stopped showing them and instead studied the picture by himself. you were so perfect and you were all his. he scrolled to the picture you took of your backside and he felt heat rush over him. you were a bit on the thicker side and it was one of the things he loved most about you. the way your little tummy pudge looked being hugged by the pink fabric of your dress, the way your thighs looked, and especially the way your ass looked. after liking the post and leaving a thirsty comment (as he always did when you posted) he sat his phone down and turned his attention to his friends.

“i need her to hook me up with one of her friends.” yunho said and hongjoong shook his head at his friend’s words. “did she tag any of them in her post?” he asked, pulling his phone out to investigate.

“don’t be a fucking creep.” san told him, snatching the device from his friend’s hand and locking it.

“i’ll ask her for you, yunho.” hongjoong assured him and yunho with a grateful smile replied—

“thanks big bro!”

about thirty minutes had passed when he heard your keys jingle in the door. his friends were still over so when you walked into the living room you greeted them all with a smile. what a sweet girl you were, it was another thing hongjoong loved most about you. you were still in the outfit from your pictures, that damn sundress. hongjoong followed every curve of your body, from your breasts to your hips to your thighs and of course the fat ass he and everybody else loved so much. your brown skin contrasted so beautifully with the dress.

“you look so pretty!” san complimented you and you smiled that pretty smile that made hongjoong fall to your feet every time.

“thank you, san!” you replied.

“yeah that’s a really pretty dress.” yunho added

you looked down at the pink garment, another smile spreading across your face feeling so happy by all the compliments you were receiving, “joongie bought it for me.” you told them. his friends nodded at you with smiles of their own.

but you knew better than to think their compliments were free, because usually they would’ve been making fun of you right now. they’d become like your brothers too since you and hongjoong started dating.

“what do you guys want?” you asked skeptically, with squinted eyes and arms crossed over your chest.

yunho who wanted to get straight to the point and not even wait for his hongjoong to ask for him began speaking, “set me up with one of your friends please.” he pouted giving you his best puppy dog eyes. you scoffed at him, rolling your previously squinted eyes.

“number one, you’re a grown man. you too old to be giving puppy dog eyes.” you said which made san and hongjoong chuckle. you continued, “number two, all of my friends are taken. sorry.”

yunho, defeated, threw his head back on the couch with a dramatic sigh. the rest of you laughed at him. hongjoong grabbed your wrist to pull you toward him and you smiled sweetly at his action.

“did you have fun with your friends?” hongjoong asked you and you nodded at him before going to plop down on his lap. he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying your closeness.

“so much fun! they wanna go out again tonight,” you explained to him. hongjoong sighed. your friends loved dragging you out every weekend, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d stayed home with him. nevertheless, he was obliged to ask, “where to?”

“probably just gonna club and bar hop,” you said to him, mindlessly running your fingers through your braids. hongjoong followed suit, situating his fingers in the long strands. he only hummed in response.

“why don’t you stay home tonight, sweet girl? hm? we can watch a movie, order some takeout, and then i’ll fuck that pretty pussy.” he whispered the last part into your ear, so low you felt the rumble of it in his chest. you clenched your thighs together, and that feeling started to creep up on you. “would you like that?” he asked you. his hand was so dangerously close to the warmth of your pussy, he could feel it.

“i’ll call them,” you whispered.

hongjoong ushered his friends out of the door almost immediately after you ended the call with your friends informing them you weren’t coming tonight. he couldn’t wait to spend time with you. it’s been so long since the two of you spent quality time together. he was glad that you had friends who enjoyed your company but you were still his girlfriend at the end of the day.

to kick off your night in with hongjoong, you started with a shared shower. he helped you tie up your long braids and then you stepped into the hot shower. the water cascaded down your brown body and hongjoong couldn’t help but stare. you took turns washing each other as you always did when you showered together. he was always so careful with you and so gentle. you washed his hair, your acrylics massaging and scratching his scalp just the way he liked. you rinsed out his black locks and then placed a sweet kiss on his lips. if it weren’t for the fact that the water was gradually turning colder because of how long you’d been in there, hongjoong probably would’ve had you pressed up against the shower tile. hongjoong turned off the shower water and the sound of the hard droplets hitting the shower floor had ceased. now all you heard was the sliding of the shower door as hongjoong stepped out to grab you both a towel. he wrapped yours around you first, he’d gotten your favorite fluffy pink towel. then he wrapped a black one tightly around his waist.

once you were dressed, hongjoong in a t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats and you in a pretty silk pajama short set, you retreated to the living room.

“what should we watch?” you asked, flipping through netflix.

“anything but a chick flick.” he responded and you sucked your teeth at him.

“that’s misogynistic.” you joked and he laughed.

“fine, but not mean girls. you’ve seen it so many times that when we watch it you just say all the words the entire movie.” hongjoong complained and you sucked your teeth in annoyance.

“fine.” you agreed

you ended up watching it anyway. as much as hongjoong didn’t like when people talked through movies, he thought it was so cute when you recited all your favorite parts from it. you were his baby girl. you could do whatever you wanted, and you knew it too. that’s why when you wanted pizza and hongjoong wanted ramen, you batted your eyelashes and he gave in.

“don’t forget to get wings too!” you added with a smile and hongjoong scoffed at you but he did it anyways, selecting your favorite wing flavor.

“spoiled brat.” he teased you

“you made me this way.”

“yeah, yeah whatever.”

you were scrolling through netflix again trying to find another movie to watch, preferably another chick flick but hongjoong snatched the remote from your hand and began clicking through the options. you went to snatch it back but he grabbed your wrist and wrestled with you for it. you giggled at his antics, still trying your best to grab the little black device from his hand but he wasn’t having it. eventually your body ended up beneath him with all of your horseplaying. the remote was long forgotten now and all you could focus on was the way your man was hovering over you, his thigh between your thicker ones and how close it was to your pussy. but before anything could happen, there was a knock at the door. you sighed in annoyance when your boyfriend removed himself from you with a smirk to go answer the door.

“pizza’s here!” he said when he came back into the living room with the large white box. he sat it on the coffee table and you slid down to the floor to sit by him. he opened the pizza box and picked up a slice and immediately thrust it to your lips. you took a bite from it and then he took one. “yummy.” he said, using his thumb to swipe off the pizza sauce you’d gotten on the corner of your mouth. he stuck his thumb in his mouth to suck off the sauce and it took everything in you to keep your composure.

“we never picked another movie.” you said, trying to quell the sexual tension in the air and in your belly.

“hmm, i can think of a couple. they aren’t on netflix though.” he replied, bouncing his eyebrows for emphasis. you hit his chest, and he laughed.

“be for real to me.” you said

“or better yet,” he began, resting his hand on your thigh. his hands were oddly warm, usually they were so cold. “we could make a movie.” you almost choked on the slice of pizza you were scarfing down.

you swallowed what you had in your mouth before responding, “hongjoong be fuckin’ for real.”

“i am being serious. we’ve always said we wanted to make a sextape and we haven’t spent any time together lately.” he reasoned and you nodded in response, he was onto something you had to admit. “but of course if you’re not comfortable doing it, we don’t have to.”

“no i want to.” you replied almost too eagerly and that’s what made your boyfriend smile darkly at you, his eyes fixated on you. he ran his fingers through your hair, which was always his way of relaxing you and it worked like a charm every time.

“you’re such a good girl.” he praised you, continuing his action of playing with your hair.

“so how do you wanna do this?” you asked and he hummed in thought. it was quiet in the living room while he contemplated. all you could hear is the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and you really hoped he didn’t hear it.

“how about we go upstairs and set up and we’ll figure it out from there?” you nodded in agreement. hongjoong excitedly stood up and then pulled you up with him and rushed to your shared bedroom. the pizza now forgotten just like the remote earlier.

the black-haired man pushed you on the bed lightly and then went to his side of the closet to pull out his camera. so many questions ran through your mind while hongjoong began to set up the camera. were you really about to make a sextape with your boyfriend? what if it gets leaked? what if your friends see it? his friends? your parents? or even worse his parents? you shivered at the thought, but also the thought of your boyfriend recording every dirty thing you guys do together makes your pussy flutter. so yes, you really are about to make a sextape with your boyfriend and yes, you’re gonna enjoy every second of it.

“alright baby girl.” he said with the camera in his hand. he walked over to where you were on the bed and sat next to you. “are you sure you wanna do this? we can stop if you want to. you know i won’t get mad, right?” you smiled at how worried he was. he always made sure you were comfortable when it came to sex. it’s something you appreciated because most guys before him didn’t really care what you were and weren’t comfortable with.

“i’m sure, baby boy.” you replied, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. you pulled back before the kiss could get too heated, “now where do you want me, mr. director?”

the title made hongjoong let out a soft groan. so soft that if you weren’t so close to him you would’ve missed it. you smiled at the effect you had on him. he might’ve been the dominant one when it came to sex, but you had him wrapped around your pretty, manicured finger.

“sit in the middle of the bed on your knees.” he demanded and you complied. you rested your ass on the heels of your feet and looked up at your boyfriend who was now hovering over you with the camera in his hand. “ready, sweet girl?” you breathed out a soft yes and then you heard him press the record button and the red light began to blink.

“say hi to the camera, baby.” he said, almost too eager, even for somebody who’s about to record a porno with his girlfriend.

“hi!” you said and you realized you sounded just as eager as he did. he smiled at you in reassurance before reaching out to caress your cheek. you pressed your cheek into his hand, basking in the warmth of his palm.

“so fucking pretty, you know that?” he asked you and you hummed out a small “mhm” in response. hongjoong’s thumb wandered to your lips and he ran the pad of it over your plump lips before pushing it past them. “suck.” he commanded.

you sucked sensually on his thumb, your eyes never leaving the lens of the camera. your pretty brown eyes all soft and doe-like. hongjoong felt himself harden as the seconds went by. if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you’d done this before. you were a natural in front of the camera.

“you like sucking on my thumb like it’s my dick?” he asked and you nodded, using your tongue to swirl around the tip just like you’d done to his dick multiple times before. hongjoong groaned lowly at the action, this time loud enough so the camera could pick up on it.

he took his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and you pouted at him, “don’t worry, sweet girl. i’ll fill up that pretty mouth another way.” he said, stroking your cheek once more.

he withdrew his hand from your cheek and used it to pull down his sweats. his dick flopped against his belly button, the tip was an angry red and precum was beading at the top. hongjoong was more thick than he was long but it still got the job done all the same. he slapped it against your lips, relishing in the way you looked in the camera with your innocent brown eyes. you took the initiative to suck the head into your mouth. you moaned at the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. while you sucked him off all your boyfriend could do is moan and sing out praises and curse words. what really had him about to bust in your mouth though is when you took all of him down your throat and then pulled back until his tip and your lips were connected by a line of spit. you did it again, but this time you held your head there until you gagged around him and then pulled back once more, a smile on your pretty face.

“feel good, baby?” you asked him, the first time you’d spoken since you greeted the camera earlier. the mere sound of your voice, sultry and low, had hongjoong twitching.

“feels amazing, baby.” he responded, pushing your hair out of the way so he and the camera could get a better view of your face.

you took him into your hand this time and licked the underside of his dick before sucking him back into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, your teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin. the sensation made him hiss and grab a handful of your braids. you moaned around him at the feeling of the tug and he moaned in response. you took him down your throat again and when hongjoong felt your warm throat constricting around him it took everything in him not to cum, but he held back. when you pulled off of him to give your throat a break, you jerked him slowly with your hand.

“take off your top.” he said suddenly. but you complied. you made a show of it, you were a pornstar today after all. you unbuttoned each button on your silky pink pajama top while you stared sweetly at your boyfriend who was enjoying watching the show just as much as you were enjoying putting it on. you slipped the top down your arms, revealing your pretty titties to the camera. hongjoong sucked in a breath at the sight, he always told you how perfect they were. the top was now discarded and now you sat in front of your boyfriend topless. he reached down to toy with them, using his free hand to tweak and rub your nipples. you moaned at the stimulation, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

while he was playing with your boobs, you sucked the head of his dick into your mouth and wrapped your lips around it and began to suck. hongjoong threw his head back with a whine, his dick twitching in your mouth. you did that while you stared up at him and he moaned, moving his hand from your breast to your hair. he tangled his fingers in it and moaned once more.

“fuck i’m gonna cum. you gonna swallow it all, sweet girl?” he asked and you hummed contently around his dick. he moaned again and soon he was cumming down your throat with curses and breathy sounds of your name. you pulled off with a pop and opening your mouth to show the camera the milky white substance on your tongue before swallowing it. “you’re such a good girl. fuck i love you.” he pulled you up and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, tasting himself on your tongue.

wordlessly, he pushed you back on the bed and let the camera pan over your body. he stopped on your bare breasts briefly, of course he did. but then he bought the camera to your face.

“how about i make you feel good?” he asked you, his hand returning to your cheek to caress it.

“yes please.” you said with a nod.

hongjoong climbed off of you briefly to set the camera up on the tripod (that you didn’t even know he had until now). he angled it how he wanted it so that there was a clear view of what he was going to be doing between your legs. when he was satisfied, he walked the few steps back to the bed and grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge.

“you know i’m about to fuck you up right?” he asked and you nodded meekly in return, blood rushing to not only your cheeks but to your pulsing cunt.

hongjoong smirked at you and made quick work of pulling your shorts and panties down. he pushed your legs apart so that your puffy folds were on display to the camera. he used two of his fingers to spread your pussy open and revealed the pink, drenched insides to the camera. he let out a breathy moan at the sight of you, all spread out and at his whims. he ducked his head down to give you an experimental lick and your hips bucked up at the feeling. it’s the first time he’s actually touched your pussy since this whole night started. he pulled away and replaced his tongue with his hand. he rubbed your clit slowly and watched the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“you know i love this pussy?” he asked and all you could do was nod because the slow movements of his fingers had began to speed up.

he switched once more, his tongue now on your exposed cunt, swirling sloppily around your clit.

“oh fuck, joong.” you moaned out, using your fingers to card through his hair.

he flattened his tongue against your sex, licking you from top to bottom. you bucked your hips up again and he moaned, sending an electric shock to all of your limbs. then he pushed his tongue into your hole and you went from just running your fingers through his hair to fisting the black locks. he continued to tongue fuck you until you were writhing against his face and covering the entire bottom half with your juices. he pulled his tongue from your hole and went back to your clit. he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth with urgency, looking up to make eye contact with your hooded eyes.

“you make me feel so good, joongie. so so good.” you babbled, drunk off of the way his tongue felt lapping everything that came from you. you forgot that you were filming for a second because of how gone you were. you quickly came back to reality when hongjoong spit directly onto your pussy and then used his finger to push the glob into your quivering hole. you squeaked in surprise at the sudden intrusion but soon hongjoong’s name was falling from your lips when his lips returned to your clit and his finger was hooked inside of you, massaging your g-spot with each movement. “feel s’ good. mhm.” you hummed in pleasure, your nails scratching at his scalp.

he pushed another finger into your pussy and grunted at the way you squeezed around them and sucked the two fingers in. he sped up the movements of his fingers, stretching you out for his dick with every thrust. your back arched off the bed as you felt your orgasm begin to sneak up on you. you tried to close your legs around his hand and his head but he used his free hand to push them apart. he never stopped eating and fingering you even when you were trying to push his head away because the feeling was becoming overwhelming.

“fuck i’m gonna fucking cum!” you yelled out, grabbing onto anything that you could reach. the bed sheets, his hair, his shoulders, your breasts. “oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!” you chanted as your thighs shook and your orgasm finally came crashing down. hongjoong helped you ride it out, rubbing your clit until you were spent.

he climbed up the bed to help you sit up and you pulled him in for a kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“you did so good, sweet girl.” he praised you when the kiss ended.

“thank you, joong.” you said, the haziness from your orgasm still present.

you gave him a lazy smile before kissing him again. you pushed your tongue into his mouth and for your sake, hongjoong let you take the reins for a little bit. you pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, holding his wrists above his head like he’s done to you multiple times and grinded your wet pussy against his once again hard dick. you both moaned at the friction and as much as you wanted to just ride him, you wanted to have your fun and tease him like he teases you. you continued to rock your hips against him moaning each time your clit rubbed against the head of his dick. hongjoong got impatient with your teasing and although your grip was still tight on his wrists, he was much stronger than you. so he had no problem flipping you over so that you were on the bottom.

“you’re so cute when you try to be dominant. now stop fucking around with me and put my dick where it belongs.” he grabbed your wrist and placed your hand around his dick. you rubbed the head through your folds and then placed it at your entrance and eased it in inch by inch. when he was fully nestled inside of you, both of you stood still for a moment relishing in the feeling of each other’s bodies.

“please move.” you begged your boyfriend. he briefly thought about teasing you but the way you looked at him with those pretty browns and the way you were squeezing around him, he decided against it. he started to rock into you but it was so slow you felt insanity eating at the edges of your mind. “hongjoong if you don’t fuck me like you mean it!” you snapped, reaching up to pinch his biceps in frustration.

“i was trying to stretch you out a little more but since you want to be an impatient little bitch…” he trailed before he began to pound into you with no mercy. you screamed and dug your nails into his skin no doubt leaving a mark in their wake. your moans and screams filled the room and all hongjoong could do is groan in response feeling just as good as you were. he was fucking you so hard the bed began to shake beneath you.

“mmm mmm hongjoong slow down!” you cried out putting your hands on his toned stomach to attempt to slow his thrusts but he pushed your hands away and pinned them above your head.

“i’m fucking you like i mean it, baby girl.” he teased you, making you eat your words. he kept up his brutal pace and while he was rearranging your guts he wrapped his other hand around your neck and squeezed it. your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling.

he kept you in that position for awhile, his hand around your throat while the other was pinning your wrists to the bed while his hips were slapping roughly against your ass. when his stamina began to run out he pulled out of your achy cunt and flipped you over so that you were on all fours. he pushed your chest down to the bed and then got on his knees behind you to push into your soaking pussy again. this time though, his pace wasn’t as rough and you were grateful because you didn’t think your pussy could take anymore. he dug his fingers into the flesh of your hips while he rocked into you and you were sure there’d be hongjoong-fingerprint shaped bruises there tomorrow. he picked up his pace again and you gasped at the feeling of his head touching your g-spot. he slapped your ass and watched as it jiggled from the impact and then he did it again.

“such a perfect body.” he praised you, his voice laced with lust and strained from how close he was to spilling inside your unprotected pussy. “tell me whose pussy this is.” he said and you clenched around him violently at his words, damn near pushing his dick out of you but hongjoong refused the resistance and continued to fuck into you. you moaned loudly, tears clouding your vision at his dirty words. when you didn’t answer he slapped your ass and asked again, “whose pussy is this?”

“i-it’s fuck it’s y-yours, joong! fuck i-i think i’m gonna cum!” you stammered reaching back to grab onto your boyfriend as your cunt spasmed around him. you grabbed his wrists so tightly he was sure he would have bruises from you later too.

“yeah? you gonna fucking cream all over my dick? make a fucking mess on it baby fuck i need to feel you.” his dirty words rang in your ears as your body went limp and you came hard, squeezing around him so tight that he was spilling inside of you with a deep moan and whimpers of your name.

“oh fuckkk.” he said pulling out of you and watching as both of your cum dripped out of you and onto the bed. you collapsed onto the bed with a soft thud and you heard hongjoong shuffling around behind you.

he took the camera off of the tripod and came behind you to record your swollen, spent pussy and the cum that was oozing out of it. then he climbed on the bed and brought the camera to your fucked out face.

“how did that feel?” he asked you, brushing your braids out of your face.

“amazing.” you said into the camera with a dopey smile.

“you did great, my love.” he said leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your lips, making sure the camera captured it. then he clicked the button to stop the recording, the red light that was blinking for the past hour now turned off.

“now let’s go take another shower.” he said, helping you off of the bed and to the shower.

this time he took more care washing you, because he knew he just gave your body a workout. after showering and dressing, you laid in bed, cuddling with one another. he stroked your face lightly while your eyelids began to feel heavy. but before you drifted off completely you whispered into the dark room:

“you were not kidding when you said you were gonna fuck me up.” hongjoong chuckled at your words before shushing you.

“go to sleep.” he said, pulling the covers over your bodies even tighter until you were both drifting off.

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it’s been a week since you and hongjoong recorded your sextape and honestly you’d forgotten about the damn thing until your boyfriend brought it up that night.

“i finished editing our tape.” he said proudly, coming into the room and plopping down next to you on the couch with his macbook open on his lap.

“why did you edit it?!” you questioned him

“why not?” he asked with a shrug. like it was normal to just edit a sextape, maybe it was normal for people who make porn for a living but the two of you weren’t pornstars. “like i said,” he began again with a smirk. “i edited it so if you wanna watch it, i have it right here.” he said holding up his macbook for emphasis.

“well what are you waiting for? press play.”

hongjoong smirked at you before pressing the spacebar on his computer to play your dirty film. when the video began rolling, you saw yourself on your knees looking pliant and poised. it then cut to hongjoong slapping his dick on your lips and then it cut to the blowjob you gave him. once the entire video played, hongjoong looked over at you with a wide smile.

“so what do you think?” he asked and you laughed.

“i can’t believe we made a sextape.” you replied to him.

“and we look hot!” he exclaimed giving you a high five. “i personally think that this is professional level work and i think we should start an onlyfans.”

“hongjoong be serious.” you said to him.

“relax i was kidding. this tape will be for our eyes only. i do think we should make a volume two though.” he replied with a bounce of his eyebrows.

“the first one was the first and last in my pornstar career. you horny asshole.”

“you’re no fun.” he huffed

maybe a second sex tape could be fun….

important pls read !

hey everyone, i rlly hate to do this fr. i told myself this was the last thing i ever wanted to do but i have no other choice. i’m falling behind on rent that’s due the fifth of august and only have $200 out of $750. since my job has been cutting my hours drastically, i’ve been behind on rent and utilities for five months straight and only make $230 a week which isn’t nearly enough to cover all of my bills on top of caring for myself and saturn (my cat). i’ve been on the hunt for a new job and haven’t been able to find one yet. i fear that my landlord will evict me if i continue being late on my payments, and i cannot afford to lose my home. i’ve recently had a major surgery that took a toll out of my mental state, so for the past three months i’ve been extremely depressed and in the worst shape. it’s causing me to lose motivation to better my life but i am trying. if anyone is willing to help me i’d be EXTREMELY grateful. i have cashapp & kofi. anything would be helpful and if you can’t donate i’d appreciate if you’d boost this message. thank you. ♡

idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

it’s up btw, just posted it 🦅

hoseok x reader and they’re roommates who realize they have feelings for each other? 🤔

dec 24! and i love your writing btw <3

not us being jamaican, birthday twins ANDDDDD LIVING IN NY

REALLY? 😭😭😭😭 omg that’s crazyyyyyy and we’re both writers 😋😋😋😋