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7. 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘥

chapter title: in hd
category: smut [[video taping, rough sex, teasing, oral sex]]

He put on some shitty movie knowing damn well that you didn't want to watch it. No, that's not what you wanted.. In fact, he saw the way you were rubbing your legs together earlier and adjusting the way you sat.

And he would be happy to give you what you wanted.

On one condition.

If you let him record a tape, just for himself to enjoy later.

Cuddled up next to him, he played with your hair. The camera was sitting on the nightstand beside the bed, which of course he strategically put there just in case you did something like what you were doing right now.

Kissing his neck down to his collarbone and wrapping your leg around his. Your hips rolled against his tight thigh muscles while you hoped your supple lips would be enough distraction for him not to notice.

To your dismay, he lifted your chin with his two fingers like he was going to kiss you. You stopped your motion against him.

"What a pitiful girl you are, grinding against anything you can get. Isn't that right?

"That's not true." You lied.

"It's not?" He feigned confusion while slipping his fingers down to circle your swollen little clit. You couldn't help the choked whines that slip from your lips.

"That's what I thought." He said and pulled his fingers away.

You looked up at him and saw him pretending to take interest in the movie still playing. How annoying.

What was that stupid movie even about?

You reached your hand around to hold his cheek and make him face you. "Hisoka.. let's-"

"Aht, not yet, my little slut. You remember our deal, don't you?" He cut you off like he read your mind.

"Yes, but-"

"Do we have a deal?"

"No."

"It seems that we'll be watching a movie tonight then." He said, like he didn't care one way or the other. For some reason, that hurt your pride.

"Is that what you really want to be doing?" You said while tracing your finger from his chest, down his stomach to the waistband of his sweatpants.

"You could be doing me instead," You sat up and took his hand to bring it to your breasts.

"But if you want to watch some movie that's up to you."

"No, (y/n), it's up to you." He insisted. You reached over and grab the camera.

"I'll let you film if you hurry up and fuck me."

"Be patient now." He held his hand up to stop you from straddling him. The little red light let you know that he started the tape.

Wide eyes looked at him with want and need. You waited for his first instruction, for it was his tape after all.

"Come here." He commanded and you crawled over to him keeping your head below the camera. He pumped his dick before saying, "Now show the camera how good you can be."

You took his tip into mouth and swirled your tongue around it, paying attention to the sensitive ridge. With a pop, you took it out of your mouth to drag your tongue up the length.

He grabbed you by your hair.

"Don't forget to show me your pretty eyes." You looked up and saw a hint of your reflection in the lense.

You nodded and went back down on his dick, bobbing your head up and down, reminded by the pull on your scalp to keep looking up at him.

He took initiative and pushed your head down his length, almost meeting his balls. You gagged as he did so, tightening your throat around him.

He moaned and did it again almost forgetting that he was filming. Tears welled in your eyes while he fucked your throat mercilessly.

He pulled you off his dick, your lips wet with saliva and precum. You catch your breath for a second but immediately went to kiss his tip and continue licking his head.

He gently pushed you away to jerk himself off. "Perfect little slut.." He groaned then came on your face, painting you in his milky white cum.

He wiped some of it off your cheek with a chuckle then got you in missionary position.

He spreads your legs wide with one knee holding out your leg and his hand on the other. In his other hand, he holds the camera which gives a good look at everything. You lift your hips and throw your head back against the bed in anticipation.

His dick millimeters away from penetrating you, your legs spread perfectly wide for Hisoka, and your tits bouncing with every moment he makes. It's all perfect and beautiful.

He slid himself in earning the cutest little gasps from you and its girth seemed to catch every ridge. Even just the tip was huge.

"Hand off your face, (y/n). The camera would like to see all of you." He said and you obeyed reluctantly.

He thrusts his hips, slapping his skin against yours, shoving his long dick in to hit your cervix. You moaned out, meeting his thrust with a roll of your hips.

Your hands clenched the bed sheets harder than you thought was possible. His perfect dick sliding into you was just as painful as pleasurable. Almost unbearably thick but still, perfect.

He slammed himself into you as if he was trying to get even deeper. You moaned and gasped trying to stay quiet, but the microphone still picked up every sound you made.

"Aren't you adorable?" He sighed.

No one else could elicit this reaction out of you. No toy, and no other man could fill you up like him.

He kept rhymically fucking you, hard and aggressively. It felt like he was going to tear you apart, but he was usually this rough. His groans made you clench around him involuntarily.

He slowed his motion, thrusting agonizingly slow to catch the sound your pussy made when his dick slid out. Your wet lips would squelch and kiss waiting for him to fill you up again. He reached down to play with your clit giving you the relief you deserved all night. The sensation ran through you leaving you needing more.

"Faster!" You asked and he listened.

The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, and your moans matching his. It's almost pornographic.

And when you moan his name loud enough for anybody to hear, he's grateful he gets to cherish the memory on video over and over again.