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Smut warnings: Sorta (very) soft dom Hyunjin. Fantasizing about feet and fingers. Foot fetish/worship. General themes of body worship. Mentions of cum eating (Hyunjin - events took place before this fic). Mentions of vaginal sex. Mentions of sex in a semi-public space (events took place before this fic). Finger-fucking (reader receiving), grinding, light masturbation, footjob (Hyunjin receiving), some aftercare.

“Want some help?” 

You finished applying the second coat of dusty pink nail polish on the last toe of your foot before looking over your shoulder—your boyfriend, who just got out of the shower, stood in the doorframe in just his boxers, dripping water on your floor. He entered the bedroom, toweling his hair dry and humming gently. The general mood tonight was rather calm, quieter than normal, but you were grateful it was Friday.

“Really?” You smiled as Hyunjin sat on the bed facing you, leaving the towel next to him. “I always mess up the second foot…”

He giggled and stretched his hand at you, palm up, gesturing to hand over your tools. You placed the small glass bottle of nail polish in his hand, making sure to graze his long, elegant fingers with yours. You liked Fridays because you had days off work, sure, but also—and mostly—because so did Hyunjin, and he usually came to spend a night or two at your place. 

He seemed tired tonight though—he got to your place a little later than usual and sat quietly on the couch with you, watching an episode of the drama you were both following, playing with your hair. He wasn’t hungry, he had said, but you had insisted that he should eat a little anyway. He ate a clementine and one spring roll, which was not nearly enough after a day of hard work, but you didn’t push it. You even gave him some space, telling him you were going to answer a few emails and do your nails. 

After his long shower, Hyunjin appeared more relaxed, his shoulders less tense. He carefully picked up your foot and rested it on his thigh while he got to work. “Two coats? Three coats?”

“Two is just fine,” you replied, sitting comfortably into your pillows now that you didn’t have to do anything. It was a little cool in your room, but you were sitting on top of your blankets—maybe you should be wearing something other than shorts and a t-shirt, but you really liked to be cozy… 

“At your service, baby.” Hyunjin smiled again, soothing your heart. It didn’t mean that he was over whatever it was that bothered him, but it signaled you one thing—he was ready to talk about it. His skin was warm and slightly damp as he wrapped your foot in his large hand and began painting your nails. He was excessively skilled at it.

You observed him for a while, allowing the comfortable silence between you and your boyfriend to fill the room. You couldn’t deny the sense of safety that you felt with him, something that had occurred so naturally that you hadn’t even questioned him. You had met through friends in common and that had been it. He texted you one night, out of the blue, telling you he'd asked Seungmin for your number because he wanted to buy the same brand of vodka that you had brought to the party, but couldn’t remember what it was. Honestly? Cute. He at least tried to be subtle.

He asked you out and took you to dinner—a classic that simply could not be dethroned. You enjoyed food and drinks and you talked for so long that at some point, your waitress had to point out that the restaurant was almost empty and that you would have to leave soon. But neither you or Hyunjin wanted the conversation, or the night, to be over. You wanted to know everything about him, but at that point, you did know that he worked for a small but rising software development company as the lead—and only—artist, at the time at least. He had sketched on a paper napkin for you, and you still had that napkin, which he had even signed. He had drawn random objects from around you two. He paid for everything, so you invited him to your place for a last drink. And then he had drilled you into your mattress. 

That was a few months ago though. You knew him better now, more intimately. You knew that he was kind and polite but competitive and possessive. You knew that he was confident, but only because he doubted himself constantly. You could easily tell that something bothered him tonight, but you let him apply the first coat of nail polish, watching him do so. He was working meticulously, his face only inches from your foot, so close that his breath tickled your skin. 

And it was far from a boring sight. Hyunjin’s body never left you unbothered and it certainly did not tonight. His dark gray boxers hugged his muscular thighs, but your gaze kept returning to his toned abdomen, his chest, his well-defined arms. “Aren’t you cold, love?” 

He shrugged. “The shower was warm.” As if to prove his point, he ran his hand on your leg, getting on his knees to steal a kiss from you. You kissed him back, running your fingers through his damp brown hair. You had always liked the mid-length haircut he sported. It suited him. 

“You’re warm,” you commented, rubbing his back and gently grazing his skin with your nails. “You smell good,” you added. “Is that the new body wash you bought the other day?”

“Yeah, it is. You like it, then?” Hyunjin pulled away and stared at you with his best puppy face, his big, beautiful eyes shining playfully. You always said his eyes reminded you of black coffee. 

“Yes, I like it!” You kissed him again but slapped his cheek just barely, very gently. “Careful not to smudge my nail polish, clumsy boy.” 

“Pretty girl.” Hyunjin kisses your nose before returning to his initial spot on the bed. 

You take a deep breath, assessing the situation—his mood is obviously lifted a little, so you could potentially ruin it by rehashing whatever events had made him broody all evening. But then, were you helping him if you left things unsaid, unspoken?

“So—” you started as Hyunjin was unscrewing the bottle of nail polish again, but he cut you off with a low, soft voice.

“I’m fine.” He put your foot on his thigh again, caressing your ankle with his fingertips. “Just a rough day at work.”

Your chest felt heavy and light at the same time—you didn’t like to see your boyfriend like this and you knew he put a lot of pressure on himself when it was about work. But you felt reassured that he trusted you enough to open up about it, even just a little. He knew that you had noticed his mood. He knew you’d want him to feel better. 

You leaned over to squeeze his hand into yours, caressing it with your thumb. “Wanna talk about it?”

Hyunjin nodded, giving your hand a kiss but ultimately removing it tenderly so that he could paint the second coat on your nails. “I just don’t think I’ll be able to stay there. Not after that promotion.”

You let that sink in. “But it’s a huge promotion, Hyunjin, you—”

“I know.” It tickled you as he resumed the painting of your toenails. His movements were slow and precise. You loved watching him work, whether it was that, or designing something for work, or even peeling and cutting up fruit. That was the thing about Hyunjin—whatever he did, he never ever half-assed it, he put all of his soul into it.

“Yeah, that’s the problem. I was good at my job when my job was art. Now my job is supervising other people doing art. It’s like… not at all the same, and I fucking suck.”

“Don’t say that!” Hyunjin must have anticipated that you’d react strongly because he firmly held your foot down so as not to ruin his work. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “How could you suck so much? It’s only been one week!”

“And it’s been a terrible week, babe. I can barely sleep at night… I think I’ll have to ask Chan to find someone else to be head of the department.”

Hyunjin’s boss, Chan, had done some major—and very much needed—restructuring to the company. They had been forced to refuse interesting and profitable clients because of their engagement with others, and so it had been a natural growth of the company… so far. So far, Hyunjin had mostly been able to fulfill the demands in the art department, which had been just him. Until last week. Until Chan made him a supervisor and hired a team of three artists to produce content.

“Hyunjin, come here.” 

But he didn’t let go of your ankle—if anything, he wrapped his fingers a little more tightly around you and kept talking almost as if you hadn’t said a thing. “I was good when I was on my own, and while I think I’m sort of friendly, I just don’t know how to give directions to others. And then I feel frustrated because they didn’t understand my vision immediately.” 

You clicked your tongue. “Hwang Hyunjin, you’re probably the most patient man I know. You’re also the most impatient man I know.” 

Hyunjin laughed so hard at this that he had to stop painting your nails for several seconds. “I mean, yeah, you’re right. Deserved.” He was almost done, just two toes left. “But you know what I mean, don’t you?”

“I’ve never been promoted to a supervisor job,” you pointed out. “But I think I do. You do have a strong attachment to your creations, and a clear vision of where you want things to go. Are you not satisfied with the artists themselves?”

“They’re talented, just inexperienced. Chan would never hire someone who doesn’t have skills.”

“You were inexperienced once, love. Weren’t you?”

Hyunjin closed the lid of the nail polish bottle with a defeated sigh. His hair was unruly, following each movement of his head. “I know that.”

“I understand that it can be really frustrating, okay? But… you and them have to give it some time, get acclimated to this new work situation, to each other. You should take them to dinner tomorrow! Have a nice meal and a few drinks!”

“But I’m supposed to spend all day with you tomorrow!” Again, Hyunjin offered you his very best puppy face, with a bonus pout. He ran his long fingers on the back of your leg, giving you chills. “Maybe some other time.”

“The sooner, the better.” You leaned into the pleasant feeling of his hand caressing you and feeling your skin. “I can go with you if you’d like.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, squinting a little. “But they’re all guys. I can’t let them see you. They’ll want to steal my pretty girlfriend.” A mischievous smile grew on his full lips. “Can’t have that, can I? You’re mine. All mine.”

“All yours?” you replied in the same playful tone as his but your heart fluttered dangerously in your chest—and warmth spread between your legs. There was no denying that Hyunjin calling you his pretty girlfriend had a certain effect on you. 

He nodded eagerly, getting on his knees again to kiss you. “All mine. The nice, soft hair, the pretty face, your cute lips…” He kissed you, a deep, slow kiss, taking your face in his hands. He smelled nice, he smelled like his shower and his deodorant. His skin was warm and damp and so nice to the touch that you couldn’t stop touching him all over. You let out a soft moan when he pressed you against the headboard to kiss you hard—you were panting when he pulled away, his cheeks flushed, his eyes on your body. “All mine,” he added in a whisper, his hands traveling all over you, exploring, caressing, feeling. So pretty… Sweet fucking tits like those…” Hyunjin palmed you over your tank top, eliciting more little moans from you, causing blood to rush between your legs. 

“Are you sexing me up to avoid a serious conversation about your work?” you asked while you had half a brain cell still functioning. 

“I’m sexing you up because I just spent the last twenty minutes looking at you in your little tank top and it’s driving me mad.” 

“Should I wear this tank top when I meet your new coworkers?” you suggested, biting your lips with a smile. 

“You’re crazy, right?” Hyunjin shook his head, some of his hair falling over his forehead. He kissed you again, deeply, his tongue chasing yours already. “You’re too pretty, I can’t let them see you,” he said again in between kisses. “My girl. My baby.”

“My clumsy boy.” You laughed softly, your giggles stopping soon when Hyunjin’s hands left your chest to move on your thighs, his thumbs digging into the soft skin there. 

“Can I?” he asked, his fingers fiddling with your shorts. When you nodded your approval, Hyunjin wasted no time pulling them off you. It used to make you shy at first, the way Hyunjin would always want you naked. But not for long. The man looked at you as if you were a goddess. “Your pussy is so pretty too.” He spread your legs open, just a little more, barely exposing your intimacy. “You’re wet. I can smell you, baby. You smell so sweet.” 

Hyunjin dipped his head to leave a trail of kisses all over your thighs and mons but he sat straight without pushing it further. “But what if I make you wet during dinner?” he asked with a pensive expression on his face. “Can’t let others smell your sweet cunt, can I?” 

He knew you well—the moment the words escaped his full lips, Hyunjin flicked his gaze back between your legs. “Oh, baby you’re clenching.” He stared into your eyes again. “You’ll stain your sheets if you keep going.” 

You stared between his legs too. The boxers did little to conceal his semi. “You’re hard,” was all you said, warmth pooling between your thighs. You felt it. You felt your arousal coating you already, the pressure, the hunger… 

“Yeah, that’s because of you,” Hyunjin declared, his hands moving up and down your legs, always a little farther in both directions with each swing of his arms. When he reached your ankles, he brought one of your legs up to his face, pressing kisses around your ankle and the top of your foot. “Were you putting on nail polish just to tease me?” 

You didn’t even try to hide your smirk. “I thought it would cheer you up a little.” 

“Well it did.” He left more kisses on the side of your foot. His mouth was wet and warm, and you inhaled sharply when he gave just a little lick to the underside of your toes, dragging his smooth tongue on the side of your foot until he reached your ankle, to which he attached his mouth, making out with it. “Show me your tits, baby.” 

You caressed your breasts through the fabric of your tank top. Your nipples were already hard but the more you touched them, the more sensitive they became. Between that and Hyunjin’s kisses, licks and nibbles on your foot and ankle… 

You didn’t really care for any sort of attention to your feet before Hyunjin. But one day—the third time he had stayed over the weekend, actually—he had watched as you did your nails much like today and you had watched as his cock had grown hard in his pants. That afternoon he had sucked your toes, kissed your feet and rubbed his cock on them, too. He had asked if he could finish on your feet. Then he had eaten his cum off your toes. 

So you were very much into foot stuff since then. 

Hyunjin liked your feet and you liked his hands. You could watch him perform any mundane task for hours, observe the way he was holding his toothbrush or the tv remote or his cock. You even liked the way he held a cup of coffee, but nothing compared to watching him while he was drawing. 

Hyunjin was very meticulous about it, but his hands were big, too big for most of the supplies he used. His long fingers held his sketching pencils a little awkwardly and yet he made it look elegant, easy. One time, you were cuddling on his couch watching a movie and he was tracing random lines on your arm and thigh. The feeling of it was wonderful, sure, but the sight… His long, graceful fingers moving on you like that had been enough to make you wet. But his roommate was in the apartment, playing video games in his room. Still, Hyunjin had fucked you with his fingers on that couch. You had to borrow a pair of pants from him because you had soaked them.

You pulled on your shirt, taking it off entirely. Hyunjin moaned a little and bit into your ankle, the light sting of it sending an electric current coursing through your body. “I love your tits, baby. Play with them for me?” 

Hyunjin kept kissing your ankle and your foot with his wet mouth and you obliged, starting by tracing circles around your sensitive nipples. When his breathing became labored, you decided to massage your tits carefully, making sure they moved under your touch. Your boyfriend’s face was a shade darker than it had been a few moments ago. You reached out to him, trying to touch him but all you could do was graze your fingertips over his knee. 

He was hard, fully or almost. “Can I see your cock?” You loved his long, smooth cock. You loved the way it looked and the way it felt under your tongue or buried into your pussy. You’d never forget the first time he fucked you raw and then, the next day, when you asked him not to pull out. 

“Anything for my girl.” Hyunjin quickly got rid of his boxers, kneeling naked on your bed. You bit your lip at the sight of his hard cock, so pretty, so big. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of him. “Open your legs, baby.” 

Hyunjin used his thumb and index finger to part open your soaked folds, exposing you to him. “By god…” He let out a groan and took his cock in his free hand, loosely wrapping his long fingers around it. And that alone made you clench around nothing again. “Some days, I just want to stretch you open like a slut and fuck you dumb.” 

Confidence looked good on Hyunjin. “You can do that though, right?” you pointed out with another glance at his crotch—he was stroking himself lazily, his long fingers working on himself. You wanted to get in there and kiss and suck and fondle his balls. You let go of your breasts to slide a hand between your legs. “Want you here…” 

Hyunjin tsked you, removing your hand before you even reached your folds. “If I fuck you it'll be once you’ve cum on my fingers, baby.” He positioned himself comfortably and let go of his cock to caress your foot again instead, rubbing your most sensitive spots. “Okay?” That didn’t sound like a difficult compromise. 

You watched as Hyunjin brought the hand that had been stroking his cock just moments ago closer to his mouth. 

He released a liberal amount of spit onto his index and ring fingers and wasted no time pressing them against your pussy, curving them just enough to coat them in your slick before moving a little upwards to play with your clit. 

“Love the way you feel baby…” Hyunjin muttered, his expression focused. Hyunjin never ever half-assed anything—not even fingering you. “So wet, so smooth.” 

Your back arched under the light touches—already, Hyunjin had you writhing on your bed as he dragged his fingers back and forth on your folds, smearing your arousal all over your sensitive pussy. Heat rushed between your legs, spreading from your core to your fingertips. “So beautiful,” he added, now directing his attention to the foot he was holding. He kissed you all over your toes again, leaving more spit there too. 

But you were more preoccupied with the pressure he applied at your entrance with his two fingers, teasing your hole, rubbing you so gently yet it felt more like torture than anything else. You could feel yourself ooze over his hand and rolled your hips, chasing more friction, more anything. “Hyunjin,” you breathed, but he was still giving your toes kitten licks, tickling you there, too. “Please.”

He smiled, leaning his face against your ankle to look down at you. “No teasing tonight baby?”

You shook your head. “I want you.” 

The smile turned into a smirk and you turned into even more of a puddle. Hyunjin was holding your leg between his and began rubbing his cock against your thigh. “I might blow on the spot if you keep looking like that, baby. You look like a slut.” And by how his cock was leaking, you guessed he enjoyed the view of you with your cheeks flushed and tangled hair, tits moving with each roll of your hips, legs open for him, and his hand on your pussy. “A pretty slut,” he added. 

Hyunjin caressed your entrance until you heard the wet noises his touches created through the sighs and moans he drew out of you, through the sounds of his cock rubbing on your thigh and his mouth devouring your foot. “I like that nail color on you,” he commented. 

“Do you want to see how it would look covered in your cum? Or how it would match your cock?” You thought it would look nice. 

Hyunjin’s face twisted at your words and he bucked his hips, rubbing his twitching cock harder against you. “Fuck you.” But he was smiling as he bit his lip and pushed his fingers into you, stretching your hole with them. 

“Fuck yes—” Nothing compared to this, to the moment Hyunjin stuffed your cunt with his long fingers—long, and agile. He massaged your walls, rubbing, twirling, his movements tender and sensual. “More, Hyun, yes…”

Hyunjin adjusted the angle of his wrist to reach deeper into you, juices gushing onto his palm as he bent his fingers to find your sensitive spot. His palm hit your clit with every thrust he gave but you knew that was calculated and it made it so much better. 

“You’re so fucking wet…” Hyunjin moaned when you clenched around his fingers, but he was rubbing them near your g-spot. “You like my fingers, baby?” 

You nodded but your mind was in a fog. All that you could do was tilt your pelvis and meet Hyunjin’s finger-fucking halfway, your eyes all over him—his swollen lips parted open, showing his cute tongue. His broad, muscular shoulders, tensing ever so often whenever his leaking cock twitched. His abdomen, firm, as pretty as the rest of him. He drove you crazy with or without clothes, but the relentless caresses of your g-spot made it especially difficult to think. 

“You like them?” With that, Hyunjin shoved them forcefully into you and you cried out, eyelids fluttering and hips jerking. “Are you gonna cream on those fingers, baby?” He pressed his palm on your clit, rubbing you as he fucked your tight hole with his long fingers. “Don’t hold back, I love hearing you.”

Hyunjin, in general, often made you forget that you had neighbors and had you screaming profanities at any given hour. You didn’t care who heard you and it was no different tonight—Hyunjin’s fingers were everywhere inside you, sometimes twirling, sometimes just applying the right amount of pressure where you needed them as he rocked his hand back and forth in and out of your throbbing cunt. 

The pressure rose within your core as your body went limp, except for your hips—you couldn’t stop undulating them to take more of Hyunjin’s fingers. God, he was so good with them, fucking you nicely, filling you while his hand rubbed your clit. “Come on, I know you want it, take what you want.” Hyunjin was leaking on your thigh as he rubbed himself on your smooth skin. “You know that I like your cunt when it’s all creamy and sloppy, baby.”

But your heart was racing. The pleasure was too much and your aching hole wouldn’t stop clenching around his slender fingers. Hyunjin was whispering praises to you but you couldn’t even hear them—all that you felt was him all over your swollen pussy, and the heat that spread there. “G—gonna—”

Surely he could feel you. Time slowed as you felt the tension within you descend slowly, engulfing you in heat, setting fire to all of your nerves. Hyunjin’s hair was sticking to the sides of his face and he adjusted your ankle on his shoulder before resuming his massaging of your g-spot. It hurt you every second that you weren’t cumming—the pressure became so much that you thought you were about to pass out.

But you came undone finally—Hyunjin finger-fucked you through your orgasm as ripples of pleasure shattered you, one after the other, pushed over the edge by Hyunjin’s fingers dancing inside you. You filled the room with your moans as you coated his hand with your cream, spasming violently on his fingers. 

Your walls were still fluttering when Hyunjin buried his cock inside of you, pushing himself as deep as he could before pounding into you. He leaned over to you, kissing you. “I’ll fuck your cream back into you,” he said into your ear. 

You were so sensitive from your orgasm that you felt him throb inside you. You closed your eyes, reveling in the sensation of Hyunjin stuffing your sloppy cunt with his cock, rutting into you with grunts every time he bottomed out. He bit your lip gently but lowered his head until his face hovered over your tits—when he took one of your nipples in his mouth, he gave it a not-so-gentle bite this time and you almost came again, the sting of it so delightful it made you cry out. 

“Love your pussy baby, it’s so good for me. You take me so well.” Hyunjin pushed himself up, towering over you again. “Look down, see how beautiful my cock looks when it has your cream on it.”

You stretched your neck to catch a glimpse of the scene, witnessing Hyunjin’s elegant rolls of his hips as he languidly fucked you, your walls hugging his length nicely. You hummed, finding his gaze. “But it looks better when you fuck my feet, baby.” 

Hyunjin halted his movements, his cock twitching dangerously in your snug cunt. You moaned when he pulled out, leaving a trail of your cum on your thigh and mattress. “Fuck, you’re amazing…” 

You rested both of your feet on his strong thighs when he kneeled in front of you. His cock had turned dark, flushed, overly sensitive. He wouldn’t last long, but you knew that it would comfort him over the next few days if he came on your feet. 

Your dominant foot teased his cock while Hyunjin pulled the other up to kiss it. You rubbed him, all of his length, and Hyunjin watched carefully. “So pretty,” he moaned, twitching again against your sole. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Because I’m a slut? Or because I let you fuck my feet?”

“Because you’re mine.”

You let him position your two feet until they rubbed his cock on either side—you gave a few pumps, sliding easily as he was coated with your slick, but Hyunjin had other plans. He held your feet around his cock much like he would a fleshlight, and thrust into their embrace, losing himself in that sensation as he fucked them. His cock felt so good in your pussy but you liked it there, too. You liked seeing precum leak from his tip, you liked feeling the velvety skin of it on your feet.

Hyunjin’s hips bucked frantically and erratically and he released breathy moans with every thrust. He was losing his composure by the second and couldn’t even give you a warning when he came. You didn’t need one. You felt the spasms in his cock and made sure to press your feet a little tighter around him as Hyunjin’s strengths seemed to abandon him—he even let go of you when his arms fell on either side of his body, his back arching into his pleasure, moaning with his mouth open. Hyunjin moaned prettily, the moans coming from low in his throat and slowly rising to his mouth, then spilling from his lips as he spurted thick ropes of white cum, more than you had anticipated, while his hips jerked uncontrollably. The first two shots of cum landed on your swollen cunt and the other on your foot and bed, but you kept rubbing his pulsing cock until his orgasm had receded, only releasing him when you were certain that his high was over. 

Hyunjin collapsed half onto you, half on the mattress, panting, covered in sweat. His body was hot, still damp from the shower or the lovemaking. Either way, it felt good. He kissed your jaw and sometimes your lips, one hand caressing your cheek gently. It was the hand he had fucked you with and it smelled like your pussy. “My girl,” he hummed, smiling. “Do you feel good?”

“I do.” You felt relaxed and content. You liked Hyunjin, liked spending time with him and liked how comfortable you were around him—in bed or not. You ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it. “Do you?”

“So good. A little too good, even… You spoil me.”

You could feel his cum drip slowly onto your pussy, sticking there. It felt good. “I want to ruin all the other girls for you,” you said, and you weren’t sure how much of a joke it was.

Hyunjin did let out a small giggle, burying his face in your neck. “You took over my fucking brain a while ago, baby.” He kissed your skin there and it made you shiver—or maybe it was from what he had said. 

“Good.” You kissed his forehead before he pulled away to grab some tissues from the bedside table, enough for both of us. “Because you ruined everyone else for me, too.” 

“Good,” he said in the same tone. “Because you’re mine.” He let out a laugh as he attacked you with tickles all over your sides and stomach—when you tried to retaliate, you almost punched him in the face on accident. In the end, both of you were panting as you cleaned yourselves up, but you offered to share a shower. 

“Maybe I can do your nails after,” you offered, taking his hand in yours and studying it closely. “I have a nice blue that I bet would fit your skin tone just perfectly.”

Hyunjin kissed you with a smile on his lips—only then did you notice they were almost the exact same shade as the color you had chosen for your toenails. “I’d like that very much, baby.” 

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you scroll through the chat, gaping at how often and how actively they message and share videos of their latest fuck.

from kazutora

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from nahoya

man no one wanted to see that shit 😭

typical of kazutora to send himself getting his ass fucked by a pretty girl. neither baji or chifuyu seem to mind going off of the plethora of emoticons they use in reply.

from baji

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she’s pretty ain’t she

passed the fuck out after

the thumbnail is black. you dread what’s to come as you press the play button. your moans filter through the room - the audio quality is shit but you scramble to turn the volume down before baji hears and comes rushing out of the kitchen where he’s cooking dinner. it’s from last night. the necklace with his initials on it hangs between your tits, they jiggle and bounce as he fucks into you at a pace which makes you squeal and shake. the camera angles downwards, at your pretty pussy taking his thick cock so well. cream smearing all over his balls and coating his shaft.

it ends with you sweet, little cunt gushing like a broken faucet all over him. your eyes fluttering shut as the video fades to black. your heart is beating out of your chest, gulping as you use your thumb to look through the messages in reply.

from mitsuya

holy shit she’s too fucking pretty for you

mitsuya is the person you’d last expect to join in on this debauchery.

from peh

fucking hot

pornstar tits

baji airing out your sex life on a group chat is humiliating enough, but seeing his friends say such nasty things about you brings heat to your cheeks.

from draken

shit dude she’s too hot

take your thumb off the speaker next time idiot

sound was muffled

hah. what a douche. got a pretty girl like emma waiting at home for him and he’s watching other girls get fucked?

from kazutora

her tits 😞

lemme suck man

from takemichi

how’d you get her to record it so easy?

you send new videos every day

hina doesn’t let me :(

from baji

my girl’s a real slut

you let out a sharp gasp, and something in you, something deep down is oddly turned on. you press your thighs together and decide you’ll let them keep their dirty little secret a day longer.

from sanzu

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from nahoya

that looks like your sister

from draken

is that your fucking sister haruchiyo?