your fairy ♡

sunghoon grips one of your thighs, spreading you a little wider across the wedge tucked beneath you. you only met him for the first time today, but he already seems comfortable manhandling your body into different positions at jay’s whim. your pussy clenches with anticipation around the dildo nestled snugly in your cunt. you can’t see either of them but you can feel their eyes on you, the exposure of the lens boring into your bared holes.

sunghoon’s thumb traces one of your swollen petals, collecting some of the wetness gathered there while his forefinger supports the curve of your asscheek, keeping you on display. the cool air hitting your heated flesh makes your sensitive folds quiver, your inner walls constricting on instinct yet again, betraying how much your needy cunt loves being treated like this even if your mind has yet to catch up. a pathetic whine escapes you as sunghoon’s thumb dips in next to the shaft of the dildo, pressing just enough to make you feel the slight burn of being stretched further.

before you can even grasp what he’s doing, he replaces his thumb with his middle finger, pushing inside to the first knuckle despite the way your tight channel convulses in protest. you whimper weakly, mumbling under your breath that it’s ’too much’ as your forehead drops to the pillow. you know they’re not listening, your stomach tightening as sunghoon works his finger a little deeper, wriggling the intrusion around before adding another one. you gasp suddenly, head snapping up again. you swear you’re trying to just ‘shut up and take it’, but it hurts.

‘try to relax,’ jay instructs from behind you. ‘i’m t-trying’. you grit out. you swear you’re fucking trying. ‘she’s so tight.’ sunghoon comments in a lower tone, clearly only addressing jay. he hasn’t said much to you since you started this ‘session’, yet he has two fingers buried in your cunt next to the dildo he inserted earlier.

still, you want to help yourself. you tilt your hips forward a little further as jay directs you to do so, sunghoon’s free hand finding the small of your back to press down insistently. there’s something dizzying about the way he urges you into the position you were already assuming as though you’re so useless, you can’t be trusted to do it yourself.

‘is she pouting again?’ jay asks, not to you but to sunghoon. you turn your head in the opposite direction immediately as the latter of the two peers down towards your face. ‘yeah.’ sunghoon confirms. you hug the pillow tighter to your chest, your pussy gripping his fingers in an involuntary response to being so blatantly belittled.

‘you’re doing great, sweetheart,’ jay praises smoothly, a contrast to the way sunghoon’s fingers scissor inside you, nudging the solid silicone against your side wall. you inhale suddenly through your nose, thighs twitching. ‘camera loves you,’ he murmurs distantly, busy focusing on getting right angle. you can visualize his brows furrowing, jaw tightening. you’re getting wetter, muscles relaxing despite yourself as sunghoon works his fingers even deeper still.

‘she likes that,’ sunghoon says, curling his digits towards your sweet spot, the stimulation paired with how stretched you are making you keen, clenching hard around the invasion. ‘she really likes that.’

there’s silence between the three of you for a second, emphasizing the slick sound your pussy makes as sunghoon’s fingers press a little deeper, nudging the tip of a third next to the two already in there. you groan into the pillow, dreading what you know is coming next but you desperately try to release the tension you’re holding in your abdomen, praying it’s not going to hurt like how you can only imagine it will. ‘please-‘ you dry sob, panting, trying frantically to steady your breath.

‘wait.’ jay commands. you hear the clicking of plastic and metal, sounds you assume are associated with him mounting the camera back to the tripod. sunghoon stills his movements but doesn’t withdraw his fingers. you tremble, the unpredicted change of plans making your insides flutter with anxiety. they discuss something behind you, catching phrases like ‘new direction’ and ‘wasted assets’. your co-star finally takes his fingers out of you, the sudden shift making you to peek over your shoulder curiously.

your view becomes the ceiling as the room spins and you’re splayed on your back across the mattress. the wedge gets repositioned beneath your back, thighs parted lewdly. sunghoon looms over you, a serious look on his face as he removes the dildo almost clinically. your pussy gapes at the loss, your hands finding your own tits in an instinctive but futile attempt to maintain modesty that’s already long gone.

your eyes widen as sunghoon begins unbuckling his belt while jay outlines what he wants to happen. he takes the camera off its stand again, coming around to the side of the bed to test angles. your lips part, but no sound comes out. sunghoon coaxes your hands away from your chest with surprising gentleness, his palms replacing yours as he starts to knead the generous mounds. you feel even more self conscious face up like this, moving to shield your eyes instead.

‘don’t do that.’ jay barks from the sidelines. he can be so sweet when you’re cooperating, but you’re learning he has little patience when you don’t. your arms fall limply at your sides. he reaches over, adjusting the pillow beneath your head as sunghoon releases your tits to mount you, bringing you face to face with his hard length as he grips one of your shoulders, stroking his length above you. it’s humiliating, even a little terrifying, your nose scrunching in distress. jay’s hand finds the top of your head, petting you in a way that you’re sure he imagines is comforting but is definitely not.

‘push your breasts together, tight as you can.’ he tells you, while sunghoon continues to touch himself over you. his tip looks angry and red, precum starting to leak the more he rubs himself. you close your eyes and do as you’re told. ‘beautiful, just like that.’ jay encourages, twisting the lens to supposedly zoom in on the wanton scene playing out in front of him.

your head fills with all sorts of thoughts, shame, trepidation, humiliation, but you stuff them down as sunghoon puts his hands over yours, parting your cleavage just enough to spit between the valley of your supple breasts. he slots his thick cock between them, using his saliva as lubricant as he shifts his hips, pushing his girth forward until his creamy tip brushes your chin. it’s so humiliating and you’re so overstimulated from everything they’ve done to you so far that the tears start coming before you can even think to stop them.

‘you’re doing so well, this is perfect.’ jay murmurs, catching a salty droplet with his thumb. he strokes the curve of your cheek almost tenderly before pulling back, moving towards the foot of the bed again. your empty pussy clenches around nothing, helplessly turned on by your own humiliation even if it distresses you in equal measure.

the broad head of sunghoon’s cock nudges into your chin with every thrust, forcing your head to tilt back as your spine arches beneath him. your thighs begin to shake, your body responding even without the kind of stimulation you were receiving earlier. your hips buck, seeking friction, but there’s nothing. your tears cloud your vision, whimpering uselessly as sunghoon’s thrusts turn erratic. he’s obviously getting close and with his tip throbbing in your face, you already know what’s coming.

jay’s touch feels like an electric shock, surprising you out of nowhere as his thumb finds your swollen clit. he rubs slow circles firmly over the sensitive nub, your legs quaking immediately. you let out a high-pitched whine, not bothering trying to fight it. you’re already so close, this last push helping you over the edge. you wail with pleasure, your arousal spilling down your inner thighs. your toes curl, ears ringing as jay mumbles praises of nothing to you through the haze.

the slots on the changeroom locker will likely leave a mark on your cheek, but you don’t care right now as sunghoon’s hips snaps against the curve of your ass, plunging deeper with each thrust. you waited until the last of his teammates left before sneaking inside to congratulate your boyfriend on winning the game. he’s been keeping your head pinned against the metal surface but as your high-pitched cries of pleasure grow louder, his hand shifts to cover your mouth instead.

he laughs to himself, before punctuating his next thrust with a groan, holding himself flush against your ass as he grinds his cock into your cervix. you’re taking it, pushing back against him, whimpering into his palm like you can’t get enough of this shit, no matter how rough he is with you. it’s intoxicating, feeding his already inflated ego.

he’s close already and it’d be embarrassing if he didn’t account for the fact that his girlfriend has the sloppiest pussy he’s ever encountered. you’re sucking him in like you’ll die without, absorbing every impact like you were made for it, but he knows there’s no way it doesn’t hurt to some degree. he’s learned you like the pain. he has to hold your hips still, slamming you into the locker again and your cries get muffled against the makeshift muzzle of his hand, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

he doesn’t tell you to get on your knees, just pulls out without warning and turns you around, pushing down on your shoulders until you instinctively assume his desired position. you start babbling nonsensically, begging him not to do what he’s about to do. not because you don’t want it, but because you wanted something else. he knows you well enough by now and that’s why he denies you, because you’re so much sweeter when you have to work for what you want.

he slaps his erection across your cheek, precum smearing across your skin. the streak glistens under the fluorescent lights as he starts pumping himself over your face. you whine, but deep down you’re a good girl and his pleasure is your priority. he can’t hold on much longer when you’re just kneeling there beneath him, flushed, panting, trembling with anticipation of his release even though your own gratification has been sidelined with no promise of achieving your own release.