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Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

The day you found out your uni roommate, Sunghoon, was a literal OF star—you still can’t decipher if it was a blessing or a mistake.

You walked into his room one night in hopes of asking if he’d seen your missing tank top, and you just couldn’t have chosen a better time to do so. There your eyes lay on his thick shaft, curved, and persisting in the air as a bunch of ring lights surround his naked figure.

His eyes meet yours, but you’re far too deep in your thoughts to form a coherent apology, let alone leave his room. He freezes, until your eyes shift to the phone in his left hand. “Is this how much effort he puts in for a nude?” You thought.

That very night had pretty much obligated him to confess what he does as a “side hustle”.

“Okay, I sell my dick for money. Happy?” Yeah, you’d figured.

So when Sunghoon asked you to help him take pictures for his Onlyfans—sure, you were wary—but you knew the day would soon come. On the contrary, you’d much rather help him make his content as opposed to walking in on him again.

What you’d never thought about, however, was joining him in his OF endeavours.

You clear your throat, kneeling on the hard-wood floor with Sunghoon’s phone in your grip as he lays back against his bed, completely bare. Minus, of course, the simple button-down that’s barely hanging on his shoulders, a large sliver of his abs peaking through the unbuttoned fabric. “How do I do this?” You break the eerie silence as Sunghoon gently bucks his hips up, adjusting his position before wrapping his calloused hand around the base of his cock.

“Just keep taking photos when I say ‘go’, ‘s not that hard. You’ve never done this?” A shit-eating grin blanketed his face as he teased you, one hand supporting the back of his head as the golden sun filters through the blinds in his bedroom and reflects against his hard shaft.

You sheepishly shake your head, trying to avoid his gaze as you zoom in on the camera so his face is out of the frame. “Go, the lighting is good. Make sure you can see my legs too,” He signals, freeing his cock from his grip as it slaps against his abdomen.

You nod with a shaky breath, the brief noise passing through you like an electric current. Your thumb clicked away as you shot the photos from different angles, telling Sunghoon to adjust his position every now and then. You caught yourself focusing more on how palatable and tempting his shaft looked more than how the actual photos turned out.

The few, warm rays of sunlight cast against his cock, emphasizing the prominent veins, the deep rose of his tip, the texture of his skin, and the little hairs peaking from his pelvis. It was a sight that you hated to admit you enjoyed seeing.

“Are you done yet?” He asked, propped up against the mattress with his elbows.

“O-oh, yeah. Here,” you snapped out of your trance, extending your arm to hand him his phone. He hums before swiping his thumb, examining every photo to make sure they were to his liking—and his audience of course.

“Not so bad, was it?” He purred, gaze still focusing on his photos. You look down at the hard floor beneath you, mumbling a small, “Yeah” to avoid glancing at his cock. Gosh, he really had no care in the world that his own roommate saw him naked twice, his cock currently at the center of your face, despite being inches apart.

“They’ll do,” he asserts, tossing his phone on the side, landing on the soft cushion. “They’re gonna love them.”

“Who’s ‘they’re’?” You chuckle, still averting your gaze from him as your finger mindlessly traces the wooden pattern on the floor. “My fans, of course.” He adds, as if it wasn’t already stupidly obvious. His eyes scan you—head titled down as your hands fiddle, cheeks tainted with crimson.

“I’m sure they’ll love to see my photographer in a video with me,” he murmurs, voice suddenly dropping an octave. You finally look up at him, not even caring if he’s still naked, your thighs vaguely pressing together. “What do you mean?”

“Y’know what I mean, doll. Content is content, and the people will love it.” You’d already grasped what he meant the second he mentioned you being in a video of his, despite taking his photos just this one time.

A sudden warmth pools in your underwear, the fabric already becoming slightly sticky as you gulp. “I-I don’t know, Hoon.. I’ve only done this for you once. And you’re just my roommate!” You protest, but a part of you isn’t fully opposed to the idea.

He rolls his eyes, elbows giving out as he lays his back flat against the bed, cock resting against his fit thigh. At least now it’s not pointing at you.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen, and roommates don’t help each other take photos of themselves naked either.” He has a point, and it annoys you how sickingly good he is at persuading you. All for some cash. “You’ll get half the revenue, deal?”

And that sold you—so much that you began to feel your underwear sticking to your wet folds. “Deal,” you murmur. His head barely rises from the mattress, a smug grin plastering itself across his face, before tapping his thigh. “C’mere.”

You managed to pick yourself off the ground, legs practically feeling like jelly as you threw yourself on top of Sunghoon. His hand gets a hold of his phone as you straddle his lap, clothed heat pressing against his again-erected cock as he leans it against the bed frame. “Let’s give them a show, yeah?”

He barely presses record before your lips crash onto his pillowy ones, capturing them in a desperate and needy kiss. You barely noticed that you initiated the first move yourself. “Needy fuckin’ girl,” he rasps against your mouth as your teeth gently pull on his bottom lip, all while his hand glues itself to your hip and simultaneously encourages you to grind against his naked shaft.

You whine in response, slipping the dress shirt off his shoulders until his chest and stomach become utterly visible. His camera captures everything—your fingers tracing over each rigid muscle on his stomach, your tongues gliding into each other’s mouths, and your lower body rubbing against Sunghoon’s cock.

He tugged on the waistband of your sweatpants, searching your eyes for permission. “Can I?” You nodded desperately, a string of spit connecting between your lips as you pulled away, helping him strip away your sweats and panties.

He peeled your shirt over your head, leaving your body completely bare for him and his audience. Your breath hitched as goosebumps rose to the surface of your skin, his fingers tracing over your perky nipples. “Such a pretty girl.. y’ been hiding this from me since I moved here?”

He briefly adjusted the camera, placing it behind the two of you so your ass was in view. His fingers clamp around his aching cock, a bead of precum threatening to drip from his slit as he rubs it between your soaking folds. “Hoon, fuck.. Hurry.” The plea escaped your lips in a strangled whimper, your warm breath fanning against his mouth.

“Mm? Y’ begging me to fuck this little thing? She’s dripping for me,” he mocks, alluding to your pussy. Your head falls to his chest in an impatient manner, nodding feverishly as you begin to grind your heat on his protruding tip. You were desperate for any and all friction.

“Tsk.. I know, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” His free hand tangles in your hair, gently raking your scalp as he encourages your hips to lower. You gasp as you slowly sink onto his shaft—your creamy, silken walls engulfing him in a tight hug. His camera registered every little shake of your hips until you fully bottomed out, and every shaky breath that came with it.

“There you go.. That’s a good girl.” His hand gently tugs on your locks, pulling your head back as his tongue slips between your lips, pleading for another kiss. His anchoring hand helped lift your hips up, only to drop back down on his length.

He grunts into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing at the sheer tightness of your hole. Though you can’t see what’s being filmed behind you, you’re already growing more aroused at the thought of his fans watching “PrinceHoon02” be balls deep inside his roommate.

His hand lets go of your hips once you find your rhythm, bouncing on him at a steady pace, the supple flesh of your ass smacking against his thighs every time you drop back down. And with each slam, it pulls a louder, more obscene cry from your lips.

By this point, your lips are disconnected as you rest your hands on Sunghoon’s chest, supporting your upper body as your nails dig into his pale skin. “Hoon—oh, fuck!” You mewl as his fingers quickly flick your clit, his free hand landing a sharp smack to your ass. “Yeah, fuck.. Keep going, baby. That’s it.”

The camera shows a faint, but rosy hand print spread across your right ass cheek, along with a milky ring of cum at the base of his cock. “Fuckfuck, you’re s’ big!” You cry out, vision becoming blank as you’re on the brim of your climax.

“M-mhm.. Yeah. You like that, don’t you?” He stares up at you with hooded eyes, almost drawing blood from how hard he’s chewing on his bottom lip. His head prods at your cervix, twitching as he lets out a strangled moan, but he ends up choking on it.

You nod, a string of incoherent pleas falling from your lips as bliss finally washes over you. The both of you simultaneously cum, breathing against each other’s mouths as your chest leans down to press against his. From the back, the camera frames his tense thighs, your shaking hips, and the mixed fluids of your orgasms seeping down his cock as you pull yourself off.

Your face is buried in his neck, the tightness in your core already-alleviated as the both of you catch your breaths. His hand briefly rests on the small of your back before reaching for his phone behind you, ending the 6-minute long recording.

You’ve already, for the most part, have come back to your senses to see that he’s already in the midst of publishing the video on his account, typing out the title before making it live.

All for his thousands of fans to see—but for whatever reason, you didn’t regret an ounce of it—even if it was counterintuitive to your initial stance.

“They’ll love this. What do y’ say to being in more videos?” He shuts off his phone, already anticipating the influx of fans that’ll be begging to see more of you.

“So much for being your personal photographer..” you mumble against his skin.

“Isn’t this better than being my photographer?”

“..Sure.”

Fair to say, you were featured in many more videos.

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!