kunk

you're experimenting with a two camera set up. dunk's phone is on the tripod for a side shot. you'll be using your phone for handheld close ups. dunk had said that after this upload, he's thinking about getting a real camera and some better equipment.

honestly, you don't care about the money. you care about the gorgeous giant lying shirtless on his bed. you want him so badly. fully. sexually, of course — you swear you've nearly gone out of your mind with lust. you even dream about him. but you also find yourself spending more and more time thinking about how caring he is towards you after filming. his voice is always so gentle as he checks in on you and rubs your arms and offers to get you whatever you need. and if that's how good he is at after care for technically not-sex with a ...friend...how wonderful must it be to be his real lover? the thought makes your heart ache.

you sit down on the edge of the mattress. dunk jumps slightly.

"are you okay? you seem nervous," you ask, worried.

"'m fine," dunk answers.

"we don't have to, you know. if you want to just cancel or watch a movie or something instead," you offer.

dunk shakes his head.

"i want to," he says.

"is it the set up? i don't mind doing something different if you're not comfortable with me on top—"

"no!" dunk answers with a quickness that surprises you. "no, it's not that. not you." he breaks eye contact. "'m just...you should know 'm....sensitive..."

"sensitive?" you question.

dunk turns red and still won't look at you.

"guess 'm just worried about...performance..."

your heart melts a little.

"dunk," you speak, voice soft, and reach for his hand. "you always get shy and you always do great. don't worry about performing. don't overthink it. relax. i'll take care of you, like you've been taking care of me."

dunk looks at you now, eyes wide and so startingly blue. his mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something, but he only nods and says, "right. ready when you are."

you smile and squeeze his hand before letting go.

dunk leans back flat on the bed. he adjusts his hips in a way that makes your mouth water. he's in sweatpants. you're in a short sun dress, with the intention being to keep it on, but you've worn something pretty underneath, just in case. you're not sure if you're imagining the quiet, strangled noise dunk makes when you swing a leg over him and settle down above his knees. you reach across to turn on the tripod camera and then grab your phone. you angle your phone's camera to focus on his lower face. you hit record.

"hi, baby" you coo all soft and sweet.

"h-hi," dunk stammers out.

you reach down to cup his chin and turn his head to the side, showing off his strong jaw. you run your thumb along it and feel the prickle of the light stubble there.

"i like your stubble."

you resist the temptation to make an insinuation about how good it would feel against your thighs, convincing yourself it's too soon for you to be acting that horny (even though you absolutely are).

you sit back and slowly pan the camera further down his body. you stare at his upper chest and biceps through the camera, admiring his muscles.

you inch upwards on his thighs so you can more easily reach down and trail a finger along his collarbone, then down to play with his chest hair. dunk groans.

"mmm. so big and strong," you murmur.

your hand moves over to grip his bicep. you bet it would feel amazing to bite.

"fuck, so strong," you moan.

dunk's hands move to your hips.

you stop. you sit up and direct the camera down to your own body, to show how dunk's huge hands were gripping you. and you know you could be nice, but maybe you don't want to be. maybe you want to frustrate him, just a little.

"sweetheart, i didn't say you could do that."

you glance up and see a flash of concern on dunk's features. he's worried he's crossed a boundary. you grin playfully and return your attention back to the camera as it's pointed at his hands on your hips. you make a show of taking first one, then the other, of his hands and removing them from you and placing them back flat on the bed.

"ah, fuck," dunk groans.

"are you going to be good and keep your hands to yourself and let me admire you?" you tease.

"yes," dunk agrees in a low voice, but with such reluctance it almost makes you laugh.

you direct the camera back to his chest and slowly, slowly, pan down his torso. you hold your phone with one hand and your other roams down his chest.

"so handsome. so sexy."

you brush your fingertips along the top of his happy trail. you'd had a certain curiosity about it, but hadn't had much chance to admire or touch the dark hair leading down past the drawstrings of his sweatpants. you finally get the chance to play with it, but you've barely touched his happy trail when you feel his hands squeezing your hips again.

"baby. what did i just say?" you ask, genuinely surprised at how fast he'd disobeyed.

dunk turns his face into the pillow and groans.

"'m sorry," he says, but squeezes you tighter.

"doesn't feel like you're sorry when you're grabbing me harder."

dunk adjusts his hips.

"can't help it," he sighs helplessly.

you fucking love this. love seeing him needy for you.

"don't make me tie you down," you tease, playful, not at all serious.

dunk whines and bucks his hips up.

"do it."

you freeze.

"w...what?" you ask.

dunk pushes his face further into the side of his pillow, like he's trying to hide.

you reach up and gently turn his face to look at you. the bright blue of his eyes is in strong, beautiful contrast to the flushed red of his face. he pants as he looks at you, nervous, pleading.

"do you want me to tie your hands down?" you ask.

dunk nods.

you turn off your phone. you want to be clear you aren't doing this for the camera right now.

"can i actually?" you ask, soft, sweet, even as it feels like you're going feral at the thought of dunk restrained since he evidently can't willingly keep his hands off of you.

"yes," dunk breathes, looking just as uncertain and horny as you feel.

"how should i do it?"

"'ve got some ties," he offers. "first drawer."

you follow his directions and come back holding two ties. you kneel beside him and guide his hands up to the railings of his headboard, tying first one hand then the other.

"too tight?" you ask.

"no," dunk answers, voice equally breathy and low to yours.

you massage his wrists.

"sure this is okay?"

"yes," he answers, and there's an urgency, a plea in his voice.

you smile and place a kiss on each of his wrists. you feel yourself leaning in to him and realize you're moving to kiss him. really kiss him, properly, on the mouth, like a real lover. you just manage to change course and press a quick kiss to his cheek before sitting up again.

you pick up your phone and press record again, focusing the camera on his bound wrists.

"how does that feel, baby?"

"good."

"can you get out?"

dunk brings his hands up, but the ties stay firm. you bite your lip as the action causes his arms and chest to flex deliciously.

you set your phone aside again, letting dunk's side camera capture your actions now. you wanted both your hands free. you straddle him again, but this time, you accidentally sit further up his body. your weight and heat presses directly on to his bulge.

"oh, fuck, baby," you moan.

dunk's hard.

he makes a strangled noise at your warmth and softness so close to his cock.

"how long have you been hard?"

"since we started," he confesses.

"yeah? you been hard this whole time?" you ask, voice somewhere between comforting and teasing. "poor baby."

you lean down and lay your body flush against him.

"too bad you couldn't be good and keep your hands to yourself when i told you to," you grin mercilessly. "too bad you had to misbehave and be tied down."

dunk whines and jerks his hips up against you.

"go on. you can rut up against me. but i'm not helping you out."

dunk grinds upwards and gives a frustrated grunt. the angle is all wrong and you know it. your body is pressed against him so he can feel your curves and softness, but your hips are positioned so he can't quite reach the warmth of your core, only able to rub his cock up against your thighs and pubic bone and stomach while denied even the covered outline of your pussy.

you're loving this, the satisfaction of seeing and feeling him so aroused and denied more than making up for the fact you too aren't getting much physical stimulation. your hands roam freely over his arms as they're kept nice and flexed due to his tied hands. you kiss his neck.

this lasts for about a minute, you teasing him and dunk helplessly grinding against whatever he can. your hand trails down his chest to once more run your fingers along his happy trail. suddenly he slams his hips into you hard, his hands grip the headboard, and dunk whimpers.

you prop yourself up to look at him, your mouth hanging open slightly.

"did...did you cum?"

***

dunk was able to enjoy the physical sensation of cumming for maybe two seconds before the realization hit him. embarrassment, hot, sick, and all consuming, spreads through him. he squeezes his eyes shut to try and hide from you.

"'m sorry," he manages to force out. even though admitting it makes him feel worse, he thinks he owes you an apology.

"hey. hey, shh, it's okay. it's okay," you soothe, voice all gentle and kind.

but again, it makes dunk feel ashamed. you pitying him. or worse, genuinely being that nice. you're always so sweet and beautiful and dunk doesn't know how the hell he's ended up here, but he knows he has blown it (literally). he should've known better. dunk had known better.

"'m sorry. i tried to warn ya. tried to tell you i was sensitive and...and was worried i'd be ...overeager..."

he tries to rub his face, but his hands are still tied to the bed. he'd been worried about cumming too fast even before you started filming. just the idea of you on top of him, touching him, using him however you wanted, had really gotten him going. and he'd thought about confessing it had...been awhile...for him, but then maybe that would have made you uncomfortable by implying this was real sex. and then when he'd tried to warn you before filming, you thought he was just being shy, and you were so sweet about it and completely oblivious, that dunk had convinced himself he could handle it.

then next thing he knew he was stupidly telling you to tie him down and he was getting to hump you but it wasn't quite right and you were so adorable and sexy while teasing and denying him and....his orgasm had hit like a freight train.

there's a quiet, cruel voice in his head thinking, he's ruined his chances with you now. fucking humiliated himself cumming in a minute. and then he feels like a pervert for thinking of you that way when this whole time you'd been such a good friend. so trusting of him. and he's let you down. dunk could cry, but he's embarrassed himself enough already.

"hey. hey, sweetheart. no, don't do that. don't go away. don't hide," you whisper, hands rubbing his shoulders and tilting his chin towards you, trying to get him to open his eyes and look at you. he won't.

you whisper, "dunk."

you say his name and he knows you aren't speaking for the camera. you aren't acting. you're genuinely trying to reach out to him and he won't let you, keeping his eyes shut.

"don't say it's okay, cause it's not. it's fuckin' embarrassing. 'm so stupid—"

"dunk, it was hot."

that shocks him into opening his eyes and looking at you.

"...what?"

you're resting on your elbows on his chest. your dress had slipped off one shoulder, exposing more skin and your bra strap. your head's tilted and pretty lips slightly parted. and fuck, the way you're looking at him. like you want him.

"it was hot," you repeat.

dunk would have trouble wrapping his head around the idea even without your body pressed so close against him he can feel your heartbeat and little, quick breaths.

"w...why would it be hot? i must look as clumsy and green as a teenage boy. or just selfish."

you shake your head. you reach up and pet his hair.

"i don't think that at all," you say. "i've been bent over your lap and gotten off just from your thigh, remember? so i know you're not clumsy. and i know you aren't selfish. you're the sweetest man i know. so i know if we were together, for real, and you got a little too into it a little too soon, you wouldn't just push me away and ignore me. wouldn't leave or just go to sleep. i know you'd take care of me."

your hands leave his hair to run up and down dunk's sides in a way that is so reassuring, but combined with your words, he can already feel his cock stirring again.

"all i think is that you got a little overwhelmed, and that's okay. it's a compliment. and it was, uh, nice seeing you enjoy yourself."

it's like your own words suddenly catch up to you and you suddenly look flustered.

"for the video, i mean."

"right. course," dunk nods, like he hadn't completely forgotten about the camera.

you shift, and if dunk didn't know better, he'd think you were trying to push yourself even closer against him. he's all too aware of the heat from your body and the sweet smell of your hair.

"do you want to stop? it's okay. i'll get us some food—"

dunk shakes his head.

"do you want a break? or for me to untie you?"

dunk again shakes his head.

you're quiet several seconds and dunk can see you working out how you want to phrase something.

"...what can i do?" you ask.

dunk wants to tell you, anything you want. instead he groans and thinks for a minute before answering.

"can keep...rubbing on me...and teasing," he speaks in a low voice, practically panting at the thought.

"you're not, um, oversensitive?" you ask.

"no. 'spose that's the good thing about me. i recover fast."

a tiny, choked whine escapes you. dunk can't help but feel a little pleased with himself from your reaction.

"okay, great! so rubbing and teasing."

he can see you're flustered and hears himself speak.

"you goin' to be any nicer t'me this time? or still mean t'me, sweetheart?"

gods help him, he's flirting with you.

you grin and shake your head.

"you can take it," you flirt back.

***

dunk really doesn't look like he can take it.

he whines and grips the bedframe with every roll of your hips. you still won't sit on his bulge properly, even though you want it, bad. you're having too much fun watching dunk struggle and be denied. maybe it feels good to frustrate him, after you've been frustrated for ages wanting him.

"what's the matter, sir? is it not quite right?"

"n-no," dunk forces out a low, strangled voice.

"does this help?" you ask, and sit up, and start playing with your tits through your dress.

dunk groans miserably.

"how about this?"

you slide your dress straps off and push your dress down to your waist, so dunk can see the pretty bra you're wearing. you cup and squeeze your breasts and moan.

you're just torturing him now. making him cum practically untouched had really boosted your confidence. you want to see just how desperate you can make him. how far you can push until he breaks.

his eyes close and he pants like a wild beast.

"well that's rude. i'm trying to put on a show for you and you won't even look at me." you pout.

dunk's eyes open again right away, fixed on your chest, and you smile at how easy he is.

"bought this set just for you. bought it in your favourite colour."

dunk lets out a strangled sound and bucks his hips up.

"behave, sir. or i'll leave you tied up and go have fun by myself."

dunk looks miserable. you love it.

"bet you wish it was your hands touching me, sir," you tease. "bet you'd love playing with my tits. your hands are so much bigger than mine. would feel so good."

you roll your hips and can feel him shaking beneath you. you know you must be pushing him past the point of sanity, but you don't care.

"bet you wish you could grab my hips and sit me down on your cock," you grin. "i'd feel all nice and warm and soft against you. you know i can feel you poking me. can feel you're all messy from cumming."

you giggle.

his eyes finally tear away from your breasts and meet your gaze. there's something dark, needy, almost feral in his eyes.

"you know you really are a..." he speaks, low and rough, but doesn't finish his sentence.

"a what?" you ask him, still smiling.

"a brat."

a tiny little gasp of surprise escapes you. oh. you hadn't expected that from him. heat rushes to your face and down your chest. your hips shift on their own, seeking the friction you've been denying yourself in favour of teasing him.

"'m just having fun, sir. it's fun teasing you," you pout. "not my fault you can't handle it—"

"do i need to spank you again?" he growls and shifts his hips below you.

oh, fuck. you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. it had been so hot when you first filmed together and dunk spanked you over his lap. you'd rewatched the video so many times and gotten off to it again and again. dunk was always so shy, it was so sexy when he was relaxed and dominant and in control.

but right now, he's supposed to be pliant and submissive and teased. it's not fair that he's distracting you like this.

"too bad you're all tied down, sir. can't do anything but take what i give you, like a good—"

you hear wood snapping and suddenly, you're being flipped on to your stomach and pushed down onto the mattress with dunk's weight on top of you.

"fuck! ...did you break the headboard?" you pant.

"a little" he says, and reaches over your head with his free hand so he can untie his other hand.

with both his hands now free, he braces his arms on either side of your head.

"is this—" he starts, but you don't let him finish his sentence before you're pushing your ass back against him.

"yes yes yes!" you mewl out your very enthusiastic consent. him managing to break free of being tied down and pushing you into the mattress has made you go lightheaded and needy so, so fast. you'd absolutely let him do whatever he wanted to you.

dunk's so fucking big. he absolutely cages you in and overwhelms you. he'd taken back control like it was nothing. sooooo strong and sexy. and his weight feels so good on top of you. you're absolutely helpless, but you love it, because you know dunk would never hurt you. he always makes you feel so safe.

dunk pushes his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and nipping at your skin.

"just wanna hump against you," he says in a quiet voice, not for the camera, only for you. "is that okay?"

"yes. but pants off," you demand, for no reason except that you want it.

you push your own skirt up around your waist. dunk curses and you can feel him fumbling with his sweatpants. your eyes roll back just at the thought of how delicious it would be if dunk took off everything, pulled your panties out the way, pushed it in. fuck, you bet even just the tip would be so huge. you'd feel him in your belly.

you shamelessly angle your hips upwards. dunk slides a hand down against your lower back and pushes you back down prone on the mattress.

"easy, girl. wait your turn."

you don't have a chance to work out what he means before he's pressing against your ass. and dunk is indeed a big man. you can feel it better than you ever have before, only the thin layer of his boxers and your panties separating you from his cock, and you can feel his wet cum soaking through.

his hips rock against you, pushing his cock against your ass. he humps for his pleasure and moans.

"fucking brat," he groans. "think you can just keep teasin' and teasin' me and i wouldn't snap."

"i'm sorry, sir."

"no you aren't. you love this. tell me you love this."

"i love this!"

and yet, what had started with you moaning as he first rocked against you, soon became increasingly frustrated whines. he's got you positioned in such a way that you aren't getting any friction. you try to angle him towards your cunt, but he puts more pressure on you to hold you down. at first you assume it's an accident. dunk's just so lost in chasing his own pleasure that he's forgotten yours. you resist as long as you can, but you need it too badly, and you reach a hand down to slip into your underwear. you've only just managed to brush against your clit before dunk is grabbing your wrist and firmly pinning both of your hands above your head.

"i said, wait your turn."

you wail, furious, frustrated, and try to kick a leg out, but dunk's got you pinned completely. your outrage at being denied is evidently just what dunk needs to push him over the edge. he cums with a shout and doesn't stop humping you through it. you wiggle, but all it does is to smear the growing wet patch further against your ass.

"what's the matter, princess? you want t'cum?"

"yes, sir, pleaseeeee" you practically yowl like a cat in heat.

"'s you're own fault. coulda had me pleasin' you this whole time. instead you had to be a brat."

"i still made you cummmm" you whine and pout.

he's rocking his hips against you so hard that it's pushing you into the mattress.

"be a good girl f'me and i'll make you cum when 'm ready. now stop complainin'."

you can't help whining and crying, but you don't beg any more, just let dunk use you to get himself off. it isn't long before he cums a third time. he keeps rocking a few seconds after, even as his voice goes breathy and whimpering, clearly overstimulated but not quite willing to give it up yet. when he finally does stop, he's hiding his face against your neck again, just resting there.

he lets go of your hands. you reach back to pet his hair softly, soothingly. he murmurs something you don't catch and pulls you closer.

"let me make you feel good," he whispers in your ear. his voice is desperate, pleading, like he needs this. "tell me what to do to make you feel good."

you don't tell, but show, taking his hand and pushing it past the waistband of your underwear.

"fuck," he groans. "you're so wet. this f'me?"

"yes, sir," you mewl. "please do something about it."

his big fingers find your clit right away and strokes gently.

"faster," you order. he's gotten you too worked up. you want to cum and you want to cum now.

he goes faster and harder, rubbing you just right.

"so pretty. so good. m'sweet girl. gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good, like you deserve."

you're so worked up that you just can't take it. you cum, pressing down on his hand and grinding your clit against him. your orgasm hits so hard that your entire pussy quivers with it even as your cunt clenches around nothing.

dunk goes to pull away, probably thinking you're overstimulated, but you grip his wrist like a vice.

"don't you dare stop."

and he doesn't, rubbing your clit through as many orgasms as you can take. you lose count as the orgasms run together, constant waves of pleasure until it hurts, while he talks you through it.

"i've got you. just relax and let me take care of you." and "does that feel good?" and "c'mon sweetheart, you can handle another one."

eventually you have to push his hand away. he whimpers in your ear, like he's disappointed, even though you know his hand must be tired. you can feel his cum soaking your ass and you know his hand must be drenched in your wetness. it feels so messy and right.

dunk tries to get off you, but you whine and tug on his arm until he puts his weight back on you. you hum happily and close your eyes. you should probably say something, but you just feel so dizzy with pleasure. you turn your head and press kisses against his arm.

"you alright?" dunk says, and his voice is so gentle and sweet again.

"mmmmm. you?"

"yeah. let me get you some water—"

you whine.

"let me get you a towel—"

you shake your head and let out a frustrated sigh.

"d'you want me to just stay here?"

"yeah. feels good."

his weight on top of you, not sexual, just intimate, feels so nice. you pull his arm to your chest and cuddle it.

"so good," you murmur, already half asleep.

***

dunk presses little kisses to your hair and nuzzles into your neck. he's worried about crushing you, but every time he tries to move, you start whining again. so he gives in and just enjoys feeling you under him, all sleepy and satisfied.

he can't believe you let him touch your pussy. fuck, you were so small in his hand, and noisy, and wet. your wetness still coats his hand. he lifts his head to check that your eyes are closed. from your shallow little breaths, it sounds like you're already asleep. dunk watches for a minute just to be sure. then, he slides one of his fingers into his mouth, and his eyes roll with pleasure at the taste of your wetness. dunk lays back down again and squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep before he can feel embarrassed. it's not long before he's asleep too.

he's completely forgotten about the camera. he'll wake up in an hour and remember it, and turn it off, and manage to climb off you without waking you so he can having water and snacks and towels ready for you when you wake.

***

dunk gets a text from raymun a few days later, same day as the upload.

raymun: 'JUST FRIENDS' MY ASS

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