his neck was adorned with a black choker, a chain connected to it hanging down to his chest. his eyes were lined with black eyeliner, making his eyes glow brighter in the dark - you made a mental note to thank his makeup artist later. his red hand mic was in the corner of his dressing room, thrown on the couch and long forgotten. his earpieces were attached, hanging on his neck near his headset microphone. and his fingers, his long and slender fingers, were knuckles deep into your cunt.

many people wanted to be with heeseung. anyone who saw him, no matter their gender, fell in love. whether it was his heavenly voice or his insanely attractive looks, heeseung was loved and wanted by everyone. but his eyes were only focused on you. and he proved it to you by fucking you backstage at every concert.

this time, though, it was different. heeseung decided to keep his mic on and let the whole world know you’re his.

you tried so hard to stay standing, but the way his fingers curled in the right fucking places made you see stars. the room was already dark, but you could tell heeseung was smirking. his lips graced your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin knowing damn well the mark that’ll be left will cause raised eyebrows.

“o-oh my god, hee…” your fingers gripped heeseung’s arm, eyes shitting close as you feel a knot tighten in your abdomen. heeseung curled his fingers once more, reaching just the right places in you, and without warning you came. your juices coated his fingers as your orgasm came over you, but heeeung didn’t cease. sooner than you expected - and at heeseung’s record speed - you came a second time. you squirted all over heeseung’s pants, the liquid dripping down your cunt and onto the floor by your feet.

heeseung removed his fingers from your pussy and licked your juices off of his digits. he knew he didn’t have much time and that his manager would come any minute to tell him that the show would start soon, so he quickly removed his pants and let them drop to the floor as his hard cock sprang free from its restraints. he positioned himself in your entrance and said, “promise me you’ll make as much noise as possible, okay, doll?” and without waiting for an answer, he pushed himself inside of you.

a gasp escaped your lips as he bottomed out. your pretty lips, the lips heeseung wishes he could kiss all day. he took the chance and crashed his lips against yours, drowning out your moans. his tongue explored your mouth as he ruthlessly thrust in you. the mic on his cheek pressed against your own as he tilted your head to go in deeper.

the sound of heeseung pounding into you echoed the walls, your moans and his groans mingled in. your moans were like a melody to heeseung, a song he could never get tired of, a track he would constantly play on repeat no matter how many days go by. the lewd sound of your cunt sucking his cock into you and his balls slapping against you was the tune of his love for you, a ballad that only his ears were blessed enough to hear… except for today. the fact that everyone was able to hear his beautiful album made him unconsciously quicken his pace.

heeseung heard footsteps nearing towards his dressing room, rushing. with a calm expression, he lifted your chin to search for your eyes, and even in the dark, he was able to find them. “whatever you do, don’t stop. let everyone know how good i’m making you feel.” though puzzled, you nodded. heeseung smirked again. “my doll is so obedient.”

heavy banging against the door caused you to jump. heeseung didn’t stop pounding into you, even while his name was being yelled at by his manager, members, and even the security on the other side of the door. you did as you were told and didn’t stop moaning. your walls tightened against heeseung’s cock and you started slowly sliding down the wall. heeseung grabbed your waist and lifted you, then pushed you up against the wall, allowing himself to go deeper.

“‘seung,” his name escaped your lips in a moan, fingers gripping onto his shirt as if he would escape if you let go.

“say it again,” he said, holding you with one arm while his free hand began rubbing your clit.

“heeseung i’m-“

“say it again. who do you belong to?”

the knot in your stomach finally released and your legs began shaking around heeseung’s torso. “fuck, heeseung, fuck!” you screamed out his name, chanting it like it’s the only word in the dictionary, the only word that mattered. like it was a song stuck in your head, constantly on repeat. “you, you! i belong to you!”

heeseung adjusted the mic on his cheek, positioning it in a way he was sure to be heard. through the staff banging against his dressing room door and through your moans as your orgasm washed over you, he said loud and clear, “that’s my girl.”

% armin arlert

breeding kink on high at all times, armin would cum in you and continue to fuck his cum back into you. whether it be with his fingers or his cock, he’s not letting his seed even slip out of your pussy.

whimpers left his lips as you bounced on his cock. he moaned your name while underneath you, gripping the bed sheets. “more, more,“ armin muttered, forehead beading with sweat and cheeks tinted a soft pink. “i’m so close to cumming, babygirl, please don’t stop.”

you couldn’t even respond back, your own orgasm coming close. armin grabbed your waist, his fingers so tight you were sure you’ll wake up with bruises. he moaned your name and came, his white cum dripping down your thighs as you continued to bounce. the knot in your stomach released as you creamed on his cock. “armin, fuck…”

but he didn’t stop. instead, his grip on your waist tightened as he urged you to keep going. “don’t stop,” he said. when you didn’t listen, he flipped you over and proceeded to thrust into you, not letting his cum escape your pussy.

“‘m going to fuck you until you’re stuffed with my cum.”

% levi ackerman

he would cum right into your mouth and make you swallow every last bit of him. not a drip of his cum can escape your mouth or else he’ll fuck your poor throat again.

you took all of him in your mouth, sucking him fast before he had to go back to work. “you fucking whore,” he said as he gripped your hair. “so needy for me that you came all the way here for my cock.”

you fondled his balls, causing him to groan and lean his head back against the chair. your head bobbed faster and you placed your hands on the places your mouth couldn’t fill. the sound of you slurping his cock echoed the room. levi grabbed your hair to stop your movement and pushed your head down his length, keeping you in place. you groaned around his cock, your throat not being able to handle it. your nails gripped his thighs, crescent shaped marks littering his skin.

“oh, what do we have here?” levi said, holding his moan back. “my little slut can’t take all of me? well that’s too bad.” he started pounding into your mouth with no mercy, not caring about the tears that fell to your cheeks.

levi moaned loudly and his warm cum filled your mouth, the salty taste coating your tongue. he pulled away and you coughed. his cum just barely escaped your lips when he forcibly inserted his fingers in your mouth. “swallow. now.”

% jean kirstein

he’s a mess. when he cums, it just flies everywhere but he doesn’t even care. as long as the two of you cum, that’s all that matters to him… even if he is leaving evidence behind.

the showers weren’t the most private place in the world, but somehow it was the place the two of you ended up. you were pressed up against the wall as jean pounded into you at high speed. “fuck, babygirl. you feel so good around me.”

jean grabbed your neck and pulled you up against him, one large hand around your throat and the other around your torso as he fucked you. “jean, i’m gonna cum,” you whispered, trying so hard to find something to grip onto.

he released his grip on your neck to play with your clit, rubbing circles on it until you were a shaking mess, cumming all over his cock. the tightening of your cunt around him made him dizzy, his own orgasm approaching him soon. finally, he pulled out of you and came, not even caring where his seed landed.

the two of you stopped to catch your breath. “i do consider myself an artist,” jean chuckled, pointing at his cum dripping from the shower walls. you just rolled your eyes and shook your head at him. he cocked his eyebrow. “not a big enough painting for you?” jean grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. he dropped to his knees and looked up at your soaking cunt. “would you prefer me drawing with my tongue instead?”

% connie springer

connie is not afraid to tell everyone that he loves your tits - and i mean tell everyone. your tits are his favorite thing in the world so naturally, cumming on it is pure ecstasy for him.

the bed was shaking, connie’s thrusts making the headboard bang against the wall. your fucked out form was sprawled across the sheets, cunt sore for the countless rounds of fucking.

“you’re perfect like this,” connie moaned, planting kisses along your shoulder. his hands groped your breasts and he massaged them. “so tight and perfect for me.”

you weren’t able to respond, too busy focusing on the tight knot in your stomach. without warning connie, you came around his cock. he groaned as he thrusted harder for his own release. connie pulled out and came right on you tits, ropes of his white cum landing across them.

“so fucking hot,” he murmured as he grabbed your breasts again and massaged them, spreading his cum around. you fell asleep to connie whispering how much he loved you as he cleaned you up.

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what she said was “sleepover”, a normal thing between two best friends. you innocently thought the two of you would do each other’s nails, maybe watch a movie or two. but you didn’t expect yuzuha to be knuckles deep into your cunt, each thrust sending another star into your already blurred vision. she told you it was okay and that if you were her best friend you’d let her. “if you love me, please just let me do this,” she told you. “your boyfriend will never know.”

your boyfriend. oh, how sweet he is to you, how much he cares about you. oh, how he’d feel if he saw you right now, moaning and screaming yuzuha’s name like it was the only word in the world. would he be mad? upset? sad? would he break up with you? fight you? kill you?

the curling of yuzuha’s fingers hitting the right spot cut your thoughts short. a sharp gasp escaped your lips and you gripped the bedsheets. yuzuha chuckled and continued her actions, thrusting and curling her fingers in your cunt.

without warning you, she leaned closer and kissed your clit. you bucked your hips towards her lips, practically begging her for more. she placed another kiss on your folds so softly it barely skimmed. you groaned in frustration and pulled her hair closer to your cunt. “don’t tease me like this, yuzuha.” you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted her- no, needed her, to taste you and eat you like it was her final meal. and that’s exactly what yuzuha wanted, too.

“fine, angel.”

she took a lick on your slit this time, then dove right in. her tongue was doing wonders on your clit while her fingers were curling in your warm walls. you grabbed her hair, soft locks getting tangled in your fingers.

yuzuha fucked you in ways your boyfriend couldn’t. she knew how to get you close to cumming without prior experience. she was new to your body and already had you feeling like you were on top of the world. your boyfriend was good at fucking you, but he wasn’t yuzuha. you don’t think anybody will ever be able to fuck you like yuzuha.

her pace increased and you couldn’t hold back a moan. “louder,” she said. “moan louder. i want everyone to hear you.” and that’s exactly what you did. lewd sounds echoed in her bedroom. you were sure her neighbors were able to hear the sounds you were making, but yuzuha didn’t want you to stop so being the good girl you are, you didn’t.

“‘m close,” you muttered, gripping on the bedsheets and her hair harder. “so so close.”

yuzuha curled her fingers in your cunt. she spelled her name on your clit with her tongue, crossing the ‘A’ with a quick swipe but then continuing to go back and forth, abusing your poor, puffy clit.

“gah-!” you moaned, legs starting to shake. “yuzu- ahhh.” you squirted all over her face, coating her hair and shirt with your juices. she lifted her head from your pussy, but her fingers didn’t cease. she continued to pump and scissor her fingers inside of you and smiled innocently at you as if she didn’t just give you the greatest orgasm of all time. quickly coming undone once again, you came for the second time. your legs shook around yuzuha’s fingers and she finally pulled out.

“open wide,” she said and shoved her fingers in your mouth. too fucked to comprehend, you obliged and opened your mouth. it closed around her fingers and you sucked on it, tasting your own juices from your best friend's fingers.

yuzuha took out her phone from her back pocket. she swiped to the camera and hovered her phone over your fucked out form on the bed. your pussy was puffy and red, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. so pretty, yuzuha thought. with a snap, she took the picture then scrolled through her contacts to find your boyfriend. smiling, she opened messenger, tapped on your photo, and pressed ‘send’.

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