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the glow from the ring light bathes the cramped bedroom in a honeyed haze, making the air shimmer with anticipation. he sits on the edge of the unmade bed, sheets rumpled beneath him, legs drawn close in a subconscious attempt to shield himself from your all-seeing eye. it’s just different in front of a camera. it’s not like he has ever had an actual audience. but somehow you convinced him. you had a way of making him cave.

the webcam is angled carefully, capturing only his body and the lower half of his face. the chat will never see his full expression, only the curve of his lips as he bites them, the flush on his cheeks, the tension in his jaw. but you do as an added addition to his audience. his hand trembles as he adjusts the tripod one last time, fingertips fumbling over the plastic, and he keeps sneaking glances at you—just out of frame. the nerves are visible in the way his chest rises and falls, in the way he chews his bottom lip, almost as if he’s hoping the warmth of the light will burn away the butterflies stuck in his gut. two small barbells glint faintly from his pierced nipples, the buds catching the warm light each time he breathes in a little too deep.

he’s streamed before, doubtless, but never with someone else in the room, never with someone watching him so closely. even now, with half his face hidden by the frame, he’s keenly aware of every stare, every wandering gaze of yours.

tonight, you’ve talked him into letting you take the reins. you’re the director—the quiet voice guiding him, not with touch, but with words. in hindsight, he begins to realize how he might regret that later.

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and his cheeks flush a soft, nervous pink. the blue glow of the chat window reflects in his eyes as he glances at the scrolling comments, but he’s not really reading—he’s waiting for you. his usual confidence seems smaller tonight, replaced by something else as he listens for your cue.

just say the word.

“start slow,” you murmur, your voice just loud enough for the microphone to catch—a gentle, deliberate command that fills the space between you. “show them how you like to tease yourself.”

he hesitates at first, a bashful smile tugging at his lips. still, he obeys, letting his fingers drift across his chest—slow, tentative strokes that leave goosebumps in their wake. pressing the perked nipples down and letting them pop back, he rubbed them gently between his fingers, careful not to hurt. when you tell him to circle his nipples, his fingers brush over the cool metal of his piercings, and his breath hitches audibly. "twist them for me," you instruct softly. he pinches each barbell between thumb and forefinger, rolling the steel gently, and a nasal hnnng escaped as his sinuses buzzed. a tingling current shot from his chest to his lower abdomen and groin. his cock stiffens, straining against his briefs, and the bulge is clearly visible on camera.

the chat erupts in a flood of commentary:

— "god, those piercings look so hot."

— "twist them harder!"

— "look at that bulge, fuck."

— "he's so shy tonight, i love it."

— "can we get a close-up of those nipples?"

— emotes fill the screen: hearts, flames, drooling faces.

the requests come faster:

— "pinch them, please!”

— “play with your cock too!"

— “show us more!"

some viewers type in all caps, begging for the camera to move lower, others simply type out moans and encouragement; it’s not your main concern.

you tell him to tug on the jewelry, to let the quick flash of pain melt into pleasure. he bites down on his lip, knuckles whitening as he pinches and rolls the barbells a little harder, his chest arching toward the camera. the silver catches the ring light, glinting against the flush of his skin, his nipples peaked and red. his head falls back and he moans, jawline tense, throat bobbing in the camera’s crop. hips shift restlessly, thighs flexing, even the slight brush against it, crushed against the thick fabric and cotton of his briefs, parched his mouth with need. the shadow between his legs growing darker as precum soaks the thin fabric, blooming into a lewd stain for everyone to see. the chat is a blur of demands and emotes, but all he hears is you.

every muscle stands out in sharp relief: his stomach drawn tight, the line of his hipbones pointing down to the bulge straining his briefs—so swollen and obvious now, the outline of his cock pressed tight against the damp fabric. when you finally say, "you can rub your cock now," he doesn't hesitate.

his hand slips below the waistband, and the chat can see each finger press against the stretched cotton, knuckles flexing as he palms himself. the motion is slow, deliberate—his knuckles move in rhythm beneath the fabric, the outline of his cock unmistakable, every ridge and vein exaggerated by the wetness. he presses the heel of his hand down, grinding against the sensitive head, making the fabric cling and shine. each squeeze makes the veins in his forearm stand out, his biceps flexing as he works himself with more and more urgency. it’s not enough.

the camera picks up everything (you make sure of that). every twitch, every flex of his thighs, the way his toes curl and his calves tense against the rumpled sheets. the ring light throws a golden sheen over everything, highlighting sweat along his chest, the trembling in his body, and the slick, near-obscene stain spreading beneath his hand as he speeds up, guided by your steady instructions and the frenetic encouragement from the chat.

that’s enough of that.

you instruct him to pull his briefs down, finally, just enough to free his cock for the camera, and he obeys, face burning with embarrassment and excitement. the waistband drags slowly, catching on the swollen head before finally letting his cock spring free—thick, flushed, and leaking like a broken faucet. the soft trail of hair below his navel leads down to the root, the skin glistening with sweat and precum. the tip is glossy and wet, a strand of fluid stringing from his slit to his belly as he wraps his fist around himself. his thumb smears the mess down the shaft, leaving him shiny and slick, every movement exaggerated for the camera. he jerks himself with a practiced rhythm, hips jerking and abs flexing, making the muscles along his thighs and stomach ripple with effort. rubbing his cock brought a dull, rising pleasure that numbed his toes.

another donation ping cuts through the moans and slap of skin, a neon banner flashing across the screen:

— "$50—more nipple play!"

— “get it wet for us,"

— "stroke faster!"

— "show us how messy you can get!"

and the messages come faster each time a new tip lands. he tries to keep up, switching between twisting his barbells and pumping his cock, his breath trembling as the chat eggs him on, their virtual dollars driving the action. when you tell him to twist a nipple and stroke himself at once, his whole body tenses, cock jumping in his grip, precum dribbling over his fist while the chat erupts in a storm of emojis and caps-locked praise. after pulling, scratching, and stroking them with his fingertips, he pinched his areola between his thumb and index finger and gave them a cruel twist, wringing the battered nub in sync with his rhythm.

twisting his nipples until they seemed liked they might tear off only spurred him on.

the camera never catches his full face, but it shows everything that matters: his parted lips, the flush spreading over his skin, the sweat and shine of arousal as you keep him on edge, making a show of every filthy detail for the ravenous, generous chat.

the barbells stand out against his flushed skin, having survived the abuse, drawing the camera’s gaze and the audience’s attention. you watch him grow bolder with every command, his movements smoothing out as your encouragement steadies him—his body coming alive under your guidance, every breath, every whimper, every tremor on full display for the waiting audience.

the chat is a blur of emotes and words, but he barely glances at the screen. every sense is tuned to your voice, following each prompt—when to let his hand linger, when to pinch, when to arch into the sensation. you watch him surrender to your instructions, eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself in the pleasure you orchestrate from just out of sight. every few moments, he glances your way, searching for approval, and each time you meet his gaze with a reassuring smile or a subtle nod, giving him courage to continue he wants to cum just then.

by time he cums and paints thick white ropes across his belly, his cheeks are flushed deep red, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. sweat beads along his collarbone, and he ends the broadcast with trembling fingers. not even a goodbye; that was unusual for him. then he turns to you, eyes shining, and he wants to end the night properly. fuck him now, won't you?

he’s sure to catch hell from the chat next stream about the early sign off, but he finds that at the moment, he doesn't care.

You gently lace your fingers in his head in a comforting manner, and Giyuu starts leaning into your touch, but suddenly you close your hand into a fist and push down his head into the sheets. You resume your pace and make sure to hit his sweet spot with every single plunge you take at him, but not before hitting his ass once more, making him mewl in surprise.

Like this, the usually composed hashira has no filter, so he just lets all his pretty noises fall from his lips in contrast to his quiet nature. Really, the way he's covered in his own drool and snot, tears falling from his puffy eyes and his cock leaking like a faucet is a damn sight.

"I didn't know you could look so debauched, Giyuu~ maybe I should spank you more often. What do you think, dear?", you whisper in his ears. He only groans in return, too cock drunk to give any meaningful answer.

Your grip on his hair tightens and you yank his head up. "It's rude to ignore others when they ask you a question. Answer me.", you sau in a stern tone, your gaze cold as ice now. Seems like you weren't done teaching him some manners.

eren buried his face in the crook of his arm to hide his burning face. the tips of his ears wiggle when he realizes you're shifting above him, taking advantage of his vulnerable state to move his trembling leg over your shoulder.

he whines again, low and barely audible. he clenches around thin air, he knows what's going to happen now. you'll push back in and stuff him full until he weeps. then, you'll leave him debauched and needy for more.

he's spent nights biting his lip and shoving his fingers inside himself to reach that itchy spot deep in his stomach, wiggling them around only to find himself frustrated when he couldn't soothe himself.

"eren, sweetheart. relax.. i know you can do it. you're my sweet thing-" he shakes his head at your enticing coo, twisting his upper body to pick up his pillow so he can shove his face into it. however, the motion has his chest brush against the sheet, his brown and bitten nipple catching onto it.

he panics and arches his chest away, his abdomen flexing inwards and violently pushing himself to his back

he wasn't able to get far due to the hold you had over his legs but at least his chest wouldn't get touched. you grin wickedly. he's acting like an amateur.

but Eren is far from a virgin, not since you came crawling into his life.

"can't- ... hah i can't.."

"yes, you can. c'mere." eren nods and lies still as you position yourself near his clenched hole. "biiigg stretch, now.. you can take it.."

eren gasps as he watches the head of your cock disappear from his view. the stretch of you has him withering his hips off the bed. a cry tumbles past his lips.

he shakes his head. no, no- wait.

"...you running from me?" the mighty titan shifter squealed quietly and his emerald eyes peered up at you between wet lashes..

you groan at the sight.

"you, eren? really? what's the matter? can't take me anymore? i thought you were such a big man. i thought wrong, i assume."

"i-" He swallows thickly, "i can't right nghh right now.. this feels like a sin, i need a break.. please!"

this is a dream come true.

It’s the first day of filming for a silly family show with you and your other members, and it’s no surprise what your role is: the bad boy boyfriend.

Sunnie was assigned to play as your girlfriend as well as the youngest daughter, and Joon-woo wasn’t entirely pleased with the outcome, finding the idea of his brother roleplaying as a woman insulting, but Sunnie was open to the idea, and management wasn’t going to change the roles anyways.

Apparently, the fans voted on the roles.

The stylist Noonas dressed you in dark colored clothes. Shirt tight and plain, your pants filled with plenty of rips and tears, some chunky boots, and a leather jacket with spikes to complete the look. The makeup artist made your knuckles look as if you’d gotten into a fight, and your hair was styled perfectly by your personally chosen hairstylist.

You took a few pictures for later to post whilst waiting for the others to finish, and the next to walk in was Hyeon.

Hyeon had two roles in this little family show. He was to play as the oldest son who’s a lousy disappointment, and he was also meant to play as a weird uncle, but that’s for future episodes. Hyeon was dressed in baggy jeans, a tank top and an oversized jacket hugging over his frame. A cap faced backwards over his lilac tresses, glasses perched across his nose which was decorated with fake piercings, as well as his lips and ears. The perfect image of a disappointing son from a traditional family.

“Looking good as always, Hyung,” he grins, before pulling a cringey fuck boy expression. It quickly sends you both into a fit of laughter, the both of you smacking each other playfully.

“Alright, enough you two. Don’t ruin the Noonas’s hard work.”

It’s Hyun Shik, also sometimes known as Shiki, who’s dressed in a peach colored, modern styled hanbok. He’s adorned with a long brown wig and light touch of makeup that made him pass almost swimmingly as a woman.

“Look at our maknae~,” Hyeon coos teasingly, shifting his entire body towards him. “Already bossing us around like a mother.”

A light snort leaves you as Shiki sits down on the couch beside Hyeon, smacking him on the shoulder lightly, smiling all the while.

“You look nice, Shiki-yah,” you compliment. “Are you comfortable?”

Hyun Shik gives you a soft nod, looking sweetly angelic and touched by your care. “Yes, Hyung, thank you checking on me. I can’t wait to enjoy acting as the boss!”

“Our mommy maknae!” Hyeon teased loudly, and you quickly join in on the chaos.

“Maknae all grown up, and married to Joonie-hyung~!”

“Stooopp!” Hyun Shik whines, soon snickering while hiding behind one hand and shooing at you and Hyeon with the other.

Soon Seong-Jin and Joon-woo join you all, Jin’s voice being heard first before he’s seen.

Seong-Jin’s wearing a white compression shirt that hugged his muscular frame, and dark sweatpants. He was meant to play as the star athlete, middle son.

And Joon-woo was dressed sharply like a cold business man, his black hair slicked back with one strand dangling in between his eyes.

You’re not surprised by any of their roles.

Sunnie finally joins the the rest of you, dressed modestly and less traditionally like Hyun Shik. Sunnie wore a white button up shirt that was tucked into a long jean skirt. Around his neck drips a simple locket, and pearls hang from his earlobes. He too, wore a wig, but instead of brown it was black like Joon-woo’s hair. There’s a tad bit more makeup on him than there is on Shiki, but it complimented Sunnie well.

“Wow, Hyung! You look pretty too!” Seong-Jin exclaims in awe.

“Always so beautiful,” Shiki follows up sweetly.

Cool and slender fingers push your lower jaw up slowly, and you see Hyeon smiling at you like a fox, one eye shut. “You’ll drool on yourself~,” he teases lowly.

With a playful scoff, you shove him, and Hyeon dramatically falls into Hyun Shik’s lap.

“Mommy! Hyung’s being so mean to me!” he whines, snuggling his face into Shiki’s stomach and looping and arm around his waist.

Shiki softly rolls his eyes and tugs on a few strands of Hyeon’s head, his cap having fallen. “So dramatic, Ye-hyung.”

“You look so pretty too, Shiki-yah! Everyone looks so good!” Sunnie squeals, plopping down beside Seong-Jin with a little bounce.

Joon-woo glances up and says nothing, soon returning his gaze to his phone, clearly more invested in whatever it is he’s looking at.

Shortly afterwards, you and the others are escorted to a high school academy that the company rented out for a small time. Sunnie and you went first, filming small romantic shots to establish the characters relationship to the audience. Majority of it is improvised, which Sunnie took to easily like a duck in water; more than likely it had to do with Sunnie being close to an actor you’ve heard all about from both him and Joon.

You’ve yet to meet Gem Siriwong, but you can’t deny that your curiosity is peeked. While you hear all sorts of positives from Sunnie, Joon on the other hand didn’t seem to share the same sentiment. He didn’t go into much detail when you prodded for answers, only stating that he thinks Gem is a bad influence, and is bound to get Sunnie in trouble due to her outspoken mouth. You wanted to argue, but knew it’d be pointless at the end of the day. Joon was always hyper vigilant about the group’s image, which is fair since the group is still in its fledgling stage, although you wonder how he manages to sleep at night while constantly stressing over all the fine details of the idol lifestyle.

But thankfully you’re not the leader and just the right hand.

Filming can be exhausting, especially since filming content is majorly what you do to connect and entertain your fans, but that on top of nonstop singing and learning choreography… It can take a lot out of those who aren’t accustomed to it, hell, even to those who are honestly. But it’s a good thing you enjoy it, because this is your passion. You worked too damn hard to get here.

You and Sunnie make it fun for yourselves and the staff watching, but not too much to get behind on schedule— because you most definitely didn’t want to get a lecture from Joon. He had a way to make you feel real uncomfortable when you’re in trouble.

You begin to notice some things the more you and Sunnie continue to act as a couple. Sunnie is the main visual of the group, and the Lovelies have associated his radiant beauty to a swan or peacock. Everyone knows Sunnie is attractive, but… Right now, as you sit on the couch together, the other members sitting opposite of you both, you begin to take in Sunnie’s appearance while he argues with his “family” about you.

His skin is soft and smooth like Egyptian Cotton, the scent of cherry blossoms wafting into your nose and seeping straight into your brain, making your mind hazy. His lips are like the skin of a white peach, plush, vibrant and slick with gloss, so inviting that you want to bruise them with your teeth. Just like his neck, you wish to watch the fair skin bloom into purple, misshapen blossoms.

Why now are you noticing these little details? Why now are these thoughts surfacing and making your body permeate with sweat, heat, and aching hunger?

The feeling of Sunnie’s frame pressed against you burns in both a scathing and pleasant way, but you want more. You need more.

Dark peach blossom eyes look up at you, plush lips formed into a pout.

‘Oh god.. Ohgod—.’

“Oppa…!” Sunnie whines, using his aegyo voice but pitching it to sound a little more feminine. You gulp harshly as if you’re swallowing hot glass. “Were you even listening?”

Fixing your expression back into its unwavering confidence with a mix of slight genuine softness, you soothe Sunnie like any lover would. “Sorry, Jagiya,” you coo, gently poking his nose and trailing it down to his bottom lip, earning a startled expression from him and a small delicate blush. “I was too distracted by your beauty to care about what they were saying. They’re irrelevant to me.”

That earns a scoff from Joon, an exclamation from Jin, and an instigating giggle from Hyeon.

“Can you forgive me?” you asks sweetly.

Those eyes of his suddenly grow a little more darker, but you have no time to think much about it as Sunnie takes refuge into your chest, arms wrapped around you. “Aww~! I forgive you, Oopa!”

And that goes straight to your cock. AGAIN.

“Yah! Sungie, stop giving him the time of day! He’s a hoodlum!” Seong-Jin protests vehemently, pointing at you as if you offended him.

You want to throttle Joon and fist fight the company on this ridiculous relationship ban! You swear, you’re not some horny bastard that only cares about getting his dick wet, but you can’t deny that your need has been steady building; your hand is getting boring, and porn is so over exaggerated for the most part, so you’re forced to edge for the most part.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and Sunnie looks up at you with quiet confusion, but you just pull him closer, thumb rubbing into his shoulder to reassure him.

Filming proceeded as normal, you keeping your thoughts in check and thinking about literally anything else so that you don’t pop a hard one out of nowhere; although you nearly did when you all had to pose for the thumbnail and Sunnie was positioned on your lap. You could feel your lips trembling slightly while you smiled for the camera, hoping Sunnie didn’t notice your rapidly beating heart, or your hands dampening with sweat, and praying that you didn’t look like a deer in headlights or a hostage victim.

Thankfully, for everyone’s sake, filming finishes before it gets too late out, so you and the others were back at your dorms by 8 rather than 11 or worse. Your dignity was still intact, but your mind was still reeling.

Once safely inside, the maknae line head straight to Sunnie and Shiki’s shared room, giggles and Seong-Jin’s naturally boisterous voice being heard soon after the door closes.

“Yah! Take that ridiculous makeup off, Sung-Ho!” Joon-woo calls sternly, striding to the kitchen, probably checking to see if there was enough to make a home cooked meal tonight. You hope it’s take out because it’s your turn for dish duty.

“I’m going to go shower,” you call out to Joon.

“Don’t take forever. I need to shower too. Planning to head to the studio after dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

After practically drowning yourself in cold water and doing your demanded night and skin routine, food was delivered, the smell of fresh, Korean barbecued wings, legs, and thighs, and bulgogi hitting your nose, making your stomach rumble with anticipation and your mouth salivate.

Hyeon was already there along with Joon, his lilac hair pushed back by a headband and dressed in cute pajamas that Hyun Shik bought him for his birthday. You notice that he’s quite attached to them surprisingly.

You join the two, deciding to wait for the others while Joon eat diligently. When the three finally join they’re all dressed in their night clothes, but Sunnie still had his makeup from filming on. He still looked good with it even now…

“Hyungs!” Jin calls after taking several bites of food. “Sungie, Shiki-yah, and I are gonna do a VLive after dinner! Wanna join?”

“Can’t, going to the studio,” Joon replies immediately.

“Told you~,” Sunnie sings proudly, knowing his brother best. “He’s a workaholic, Jinnie, no one can pull him away from work. Aiya, he’s practically married to his job!”

Joon looks up from his food, throwing him a brief unamused expression and intending to continue eating, that’s is, until he spots Sunnie’s face, his frown grows bigger. “Why do you still have that on?” he nags, sighing.

“I got distracted!” Sunnie whines again. “I’ll take it off, don’t worry.”

“Ah, don’t worry over something so trivial, Joonie-hyung,” Hyeon purrs. “Go back to inhaling your food so you can go see your wife.”

“Quit playing around,” Joon snorts, smirking a little.

Sunnie’s gaze remains on his bowl, shoulder slightly hunched, but he perks up when Shiki asks him if he could have some of his bulgogi.

Your brows furrow a bit, idling toying with the marinated wing in your grasp. Again, you’re not so sure as to why Joon’s so insistent on the makeup thing; it’s about the third time he’s told Sunnie now. Makeup is key for idols, hiding what’s deemed imperfections and giving the illusion of dewy, smooth and flawless skin. The image of perfection when there is no such thing. Everyday you and the others are required to wear it, and again, the fans voted on the roles.

You shake your head and sink your teeth into the piping hot chicken. Perhaps you’re overthinking it. Joon’s just being an older brother, and doesn’t want Sunnie to forget he has it on and sleep with it…

Yeah. You’re overthinking it.

Bellies are soon full and everyone begins to split off. Hyeon declined to join the three maknae’s live stream, wanting to get in some sleep while he has the chance, and you agreed with him.

Seong-Jin pouts but it’s not their for long. “Alright, Hyungs! Have a good nights sleep! I promise we won’t be too loud or stay up too late!”

“He acts more like a puppy than Shiki-yah,” Hyeon chuckles, heading to his bedroom. “Night, Hyung.”

“Night Hyeonie,” you coo sweetly, getting a fake gag from the other man.

After cleaning up the mess, you head to your room, turning the LED lights on, the colors slowly bleeding into new ones over a short period of time. Exhaustion hangs over your shoulders, but not enough to where you can just power down and become dead to the world. So your thumbs scroll through your fed from your private social media account, appreciating the edits and dances your Lovelies have all done, and quietly praising the creative eyes, and passionate energy they have.

Is it egotistical to look at stuff the fans made (especially if you’re involved)? Maybe, but you’re smart enough to not let it go to your head.

Just as your eyes become a bit more heavier, an edit catches your attention, the thumbnail of Sunnie’s face, and the caption catching your attention.

It’s an edit of Sunnie, seductive shots taken from a few of your music videos, and from your first concert in Seoul, ‘Na Na’ by Trey Songz infiltrating the silence that persists in your room.

sungiesPlayBunni: this man is a certified freak, I know he is😔😏.

You snort, ignoring the fluttering in your gut. You dive into more comments, curious.

sunshiklover: it’s wild how he looks like an angel, but looks like a slut when it’s time to work 😜🔥

jinniejinjin: stop, I’m meant to be loyal to my Jinnie😩😩😩.

╰┈➤sunshiklover: join the Sunnie cult😈. Let him be your bias wrecker!

joonxsung: I’d do anything to be the one he’s looking at like that😍🤤.

╰┈➤sungiesPlayBunni: aye yo? weird ass username you got🤨. You know they’re brothers right?

╰┈➤ joonxsung: yeah and? 🤷‍♀️

You shudder. It’s so strange that people actually ship those two, and poor Sunnie and Joon looked horrified when they first found out. You kept scrolling, briefly reading more until one catches your eye.

sunnibearXOxo: I can’t wait to see Sunnie playing as (Y/N)nie’s girlfriend! I’ll be using it for fanfic fuel🤩😜!

╰┈➤ (Y/N)theTeddyBear: another (S/N) shipper 👀👀!? Drop your ao3 or tumblr!!!

╰┈➤ sunnibearXOxo: of course babes!😜.

Of course, shipping amongst fans comes with the territory, and idols unfortunately can’t stop it even if some ships make them uncomfortable. You don’t really care- as long as it’s nothing weird- you mostly find it amusing and harmless. You’ve never dared to look at fanfiction though. Just edits you’ve seen in passing and occasionally some fan art. This shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason this make your heart uneasy. Maybe it’s because of your not so appropriate thoughts about Sunnie today.

Shaking your head aggressively, you swipe out of the app, shamefully heading to your private browser and popping in an earphone. Maybe rubbing one off will help…

You do everything to not think about those sweet boba eyes, and plush pink lips while you fuck into your hand desperately, but you fail and cum so hard anyways, guilt slamming into you shortly afterwards.

Yeah, you’re in some deep shit if you don’t get ahold of yourself.

You sprung up out of your bed and pulled on a pair of black basketball shorts, a purple hoodie, and some purple fuzzy socks. You slipped on your black crocs with cute little charms on them, and looked in the mirror before deciding that you looked good. Grabbing your phone and your car keys you left the house.

You hopped into your black jeep liberty 2007, which you cherished. While driving to Gojos house you realized how excited you were. You haven’t smoked in a while, but the thing is you’ve never smoked with gojo and you know when you smoke you get a bit horny. You’re a little worried because last time you and gojo have done anything you realized he was getting too attached so you told him you two should just stay as friends. You hoped nothing would happen.

When you arrived at his house you parked in front and walked up to his door. You rung the doorbell then put your hands in your pockets and waited, standing kinda awkwardly. When the door opened you were surprised to see Getou. “What’re you doing here” you rolled your eyes and brushed past him “I was invited goofy””oh” is all he said and closed the door walking behind you. When you walked in the smell of weed immediately hit you. ‘How could they start without me’ you thought. You walked further into the house and see a circle formed which included Gojo, Choso, and Shoko. You immediately went to your favorite “SHOKO!!!!” She shrieked when your tall frame basically tackled her. You love Shoko she’s so cute and funny, ontop of that her voice is so sexy. You laid ontop of Shoko and kissed her cheeks, she giggled and pushed you off. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here I thought it’d be just me and gojo” “I’m actually leaving right now I have to go, I have assignments to catch up on” you pouted a little “awe what you’re gonna leave me here with these animals” “yep..goodluck!” she said and kissed you on your forehead walking out.

You looked to your side and made contact with brown (?) eyes. You smirked a little cause you know choso has a little crush on you. He’s always looking at your lips when you’re talking to him and always blushing around you. he’s so obvious it’s cute. You moved towards choso leaving a little space between you two “hey choso” you said a little teasingly. He blushed a little and greeted you back. You looked across the circle and noticed gojo frowning a little. You mentally rolled your eyes ‘he can’t handle my attention on anyone but him.’ “Hi gojo” “oh now you see me” he said with an attitude. you rolled your eyes “what’s wrong with you” “he’s mad your attention isn’t on him and only him” Getou butted in. “No I’m not! I don’t even care” you grinned at Gojos hostile behavior.

As the blunt was getting passed around for the 3rd time you found your arm around choso’s shoulders while his legs were thrown over your lap. You can’t even lie he’s looking so good right now . He’s wearing a black shirt with a v neck that he rolled up because it was ‘too hot’ so you can see his abs and gawd you were bout to act like an animal. He had on grey shorts with neon orange socks on, his sexy,shaved, long legs on display. And Ofcourse He has his typical pony tails in that you just wanted to pull on while you thrust into him from the back.

Gojo went into the kitchen a little while ago to do idk what,but you choso and Getou were still smoking. When the blunt made it back to you, you had an idea. You took a hit of the blunt, grabbed chosos jaw, pressed on his jaw hard enough so that he opened his mouth and blew the smoke in his mouth. He immediately got what you were doing and inhaled the smoke you were blowing in his mouth. The look he gave you was about to drive you mad. His eyes were hooded and he looked dazed I almost leaned in to kiss him but then “pass the fucking blunt already” Getou said getting antsy. I gave the blunt to choso and went over to Getou “Awee is the poor baby mad he’s getting no attention” you said pinching his cheeks “fuck off” he said slapping your hands away. You blew him a kiss then walked into the kitchen where gojo was.

Gojo was in the kitchen on his phone bent over the counter facing away from me. I might just be horny but he looked really good. I walked up behind him and pressed my hips into his ass while grabbing onto his waist. He jumped a little but relaxed when he realized it was me. Gojo turned his body around to look at you “so now you wanna talk to me” he said with a little frown on his face “I always wanna talk to you baby don’t be so fussy” you say and brush some of his hair out his face “all you do is ignore me when other people are around” he said and wrapped his arms around your neck since you’re a little taller than him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he smiled a little bit. The both of you just stare at each other for a while before gojo speaks up “make it up to me” you grin and tilt his head up a bit “is that how you ask gojo?” He looks at you with pleading eyes. You just look at him waiting. He huffed “please make it up to me”

You push gojo up onto the counter and connect your lips with his. The kiss is rough and is filled with pure lust. You grabbed gojo by his thighs and he wrapped his legs around your waist. Gojo pushes the back of your neck towards him so that you could be closer as if you two aren’t already close enough. He moaned into the kiss when you bit lightly onto his bottom lip pulling away while gojo tried to chase after your lips. “Please” he begs “I really need you.” You were about to say something but the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you guys made you halt your movements. You looked behind you to see Getou AND choso both standing there.

“Whoops” you said and immediately let go of gojo. You heard gojo huff from behind you. You knew he was mad you two got interrupted. You kind of were too from being cockblocked for the second time... It’s always Getou too. He’s always ruining the moment, you starting to think he wants some too.

“So….” Getou awkwardly started. Everyone was still standing in the kitchen, me and gojo on one side choso and Getou on the other. “What kind of porn do you guys watch”……the fuck? “I like step mom step son porn” you looked at gojo with a weird expression and scooted away a bit. Getou smirked a smile and high fived gojo “me too” they laughed together. You just gave them a grossed out look. Then choso spoke up “I like twitter porn, the ‘vanilla’ stuff so they say” “aweee” you cooed. Choso blushed. “What about you” everyone turned to you… you took a deep breath “No” “oh come on” gojo whined at you. “No” you said yet again but this time you walked upstairs towards Gojos room. You heard gojo yell something but you didn’t hear nor care what he had to say.

While you were in Gojos room you were just snooping around. His room was actually very clean, you’d think he’d be messy but no. All of his figures and accessories sit ontop of a black dresser. You go towards his dresser snooping through the drawers. Underwear. Shirts. Pants. Socks. ‘Boringggg’ you thought. You checked the final drawer and all you saw was black cloth. Being curious as you are you picked up the cloth only to realize it’s not a cloth it’s a black satin bag, which was sort of heavy. You know it’s wrong to go through peoples stuff but…who cares. You opened the bag only to be utterly shocked by what you see. A 9 inch silicone dragon dildo is in the bag. Your jaw is literally on the floor. How in the world can gojo take this. Has he ever used it? The girth on the dildo is insane and you wonder if the ridges in the dildo would feel good or cause a little pain.

“What’re you doing” your soul left your body. It was fucking gojo who creeped up behind you. Grasping your chest you lightly smacked gojo upside the head “the fuck is wrong with you, don’t sneak up on me like that” “you’re the one in my room looking through my things” gojo replied rubbing where you hit him. “Oh yeah…found your dildo” gojo let out a breathy laugh “damn that’s crazy…” you and gojo locked eyes for what felt like hours (it was a few seconds). You huffed and threw the bag with the dildo on Gojos bed. “come here” gojo immediately wrapped his arms your neck brought you down a little. You could tell by the way he kissed you gojo was desperate. He kissed you like it was the last time you’d see each other.

You kissed down to Gojos pale unmarked neck, leaving light bites on it. Gojo let out a girlish Moan and brought his hands up to your hair tugging a little which pulled a low groan out of you. Gojo couldn’t take it anymore. “fuckkk~ please~ I-I need you so bad” you picked up gojo by the back of his thighs causing him to wrap his legs around your waist. You pushed him up against the wall and looked gojo in his eyes he was so pretty. His dazed beautiful blue eyes staring back into yours, his pink puffy lips that had a little slob on them, and the marks on his neck that you created looked so alluring on his pretty pale skin. just made you want to fuck his brains out.

“What do you want gojo” god the way you said his name drove him crazy. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were looking at choso when you guys were down stairs. It’s not fair. You’re supposed to be his and only his. He wants you to fuck him and make him moan so loud so choso and Getou can hear how good you make him feel.

Gojo bites his lip and tightens his legs around your waist. “I want you in me.” You smirked “do you really deserve that? You were giving me a lot of attitude downstairs” you fake pout. “No no please I’m sorry I won’t give you attitude anymore..just- please..do something” he sounded so desperate, but you got an idea.

“How bout you fuck yourself on that dildo and if you can make yourself cum without me touching you I’ll fuck you dumb.” Gojo didn’t hesitate after that. He was quick to let you go and scramble to get the satin black bag holding the 9 inch dildo. Gojo took the dildo out the bag and was quick to place it on the floor. He pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them. “No lube?” You asked sitting infront of him on the bed. Spreading your legs open so your buldge on display. Gojo blushed “I- I already prepped myself” you giggled “oh? Were you expecting something to happen?” Gojo didn’t answer you and sunk onto the dildo. ‘fuckkkk” you thought, he let out the loudest high pitched Moan you’ve ever heard from him. As gojo sunk lower onto the dildo he was looking you directly in the eyes. Biting his lip with a slight blush on his face. He was so pretty.

He stayed still for a while getting used to the girth of the dildo. Then he started moving up and down on it. You swear you could’ve came in your pants just at the sight. The Gojo Saturou sitting infront of you riding the biggest dildo you’ve ever seen. He was such a Slut. Suddenly you felt hands on your thighs and you made eye contact with him. You knew exactly what he wanted. “Go ahead” you said . Gojo didn’t hesitate to pull the waistband of your shorts down and pulled out your cock that he loved shoving down this throat.

You loved when gojo sucked you off. The way his lips wrapped around your tip, and the eye contact he made pushing his head all the way down your length drove you crazy. Still bouncing on the dildo gojo pressed his fat tongue on the tip of your dick licking up the pre-cum. He couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted you all the way down his throat.

Gojo wrapped his lips around your length and started going further down making you let out a breathy moan. “Yea baby just like that” you threw your head back and gripped the sheets beneath you. Gojo was getting close from the sight infront of him. He did that. He made you lose your control. Bouncing faster on the dildo gojo started bobbing his head up and down on your cock. You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed gojo by the back of his head and started bobbing his head faster. Gojo whined. You could tell he was close by the noises he was making. “You gonna cum baby?” Gojo whined yet again and you pulled him off your dick right before you were about to cum. He made a confused sound before you kissed him, aggressively pushing your tongue in his mouth. Gojo moaned incredibly loud into the kiss and you saw ropes of cum come out of him. ‘Damn’ you thought surprised at how much came out. Gojo came to a stop on the dildo and was taking deep breaths. You smirked “Good job, you ready for your reward?”

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Easy peasy lemon squeezy

bunny boy!daniel who burns up when you decide to play with his sensitive ears, rubbing away at the softness of his ears, hitting all his favorite spots.

bunny boy!daniel who can't hold himself back from humping at your thigh, hands grabbing ahold of your shoulders, whimpers and breathy moans filling the room all because you decided to play with his ears.

bunny boy!daniel whose cock jumps and leaks all over himself when your finger trails down his back and to his twitching tail.

bunny boy!daniel can't contain his cute little cries of pleasure when your warm and wet tongue meets his perky nipple.

the bunny boy who can not understand why he feels certain ways towards you is now the very same one who become an animal underneath your body – growling, wailing, scratching at you.

he's your very cute, cute bunny boy :3