#DJ Puzzle

[grand-army-radio]

This song is for Maarva.

[thebottleopener]

I wanna play a Nancy Drew game that takes place at a rave

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

Ring around the Roundabout

I just had to draw this when it came into my head -

[mage-ical-character-person]

Not pictured: the overlap between Grooves and Kinito (some kind of animal) and the overlap between Caine and Puzzles (Object head with heterochromia that needs outside approval or else)

probably more also just thinking about some guys I think are neat. Comparing them. I dunno this wouldn’t stop rotating in my brain.

[galaxiacosplay]

I got a 3d printer and I have been having a lot of fun using it.

[majormeilani]

Title: Curtain Call (Part 3)

Summary:

Something is not adding up. Or at least, The Conductor thinks so.

Word Count: 3k+ content warnings: none for this chapter but be wary treading previous ones.

[Part One | Part Two]

ao3 ver

A restless night lay ahead for The Conductor. He lie tangled in his bed, body twisting every which way to try and find a comfortable position to fall into slumber. The sound of his bones popping as he rolled about made him groan as he found that no position was bringing him peace. The old coot had already tried lying flat on his back like he usually did but his busy mind still stirred over the events of the day.

It was so hard for him to believe this had happened.

How could mother pecking DJ Groooooves have received such an honor?

Eventually the owl settled into lying on his side, pressing himself firmly into his pillow and bed sheet. His clawed hand gripped into his pillow, adding a new tear into the fabric as he pulled against it. Stuffing from within the pillow tickled against his nose.

This just wasn't fair.

The Conductor then threw himself over into a lying prone position and buried his beak into the pillow, screaming into it. His legs began to kick against the bed like a fitting toddler as he did so, the comforter he'd lie under shooting up into the air with every swing of his feet up. The comforter loosened from its place wrapped over the mattress and hung off of the bed now, leaving just The Conductor with his pillow still suffocated against his screaming beak.

In the finality of his tantrum, he screamed as hard and as loud as he could into the pillow until there was no air in his lungs. Then he rose his face from the pillow for a breath and the haggard owl then heaped into a coughing fit as he flopped over onto his back again, now wheezing for air. The rather violent motion caused an ache to shoot up his back; reminding him of how his age was catching up with him.

His throat made a squeaky sound as he struggled to breathe in and then he threw his hands to his forehead despite his shoulder screaming at him. He planted his heels down against the bed and then pulled his legs back towards his buttocks to where his knees now stood towards the sky. He began trying to slow his breathing but his heart beat like it was on fire.

After everything, DJ Grooves had bested him again. This was such bullshit. And here he was.

Throwing a tantrum about it.

But he didn't care. Why should he care?

That's all DJ GROOVES kept asking him.

And he wondered the same question himself.

Why do you care what I do, then?

Why did he care?

The questions came to him like a script he'd read over and over again.

What does it matter to you what happens to me? Or where I go? Or how I live my life?

What did it matter to him? On where he goes? Or how he lives his life?

DJ Grooves was right. It didn't. Or at least it shouldn't.

And yet, it all bothered The Conductor more than he'd ever admit. 

He supposed it was because this all signified change. And The Conductor hated change. He never coped well with it and he probably never would.

Consistency was something that grounded him and when that pattern was broken he… didn't know what to do with himself.

The same emptiness he felt every time something didn't go as he wanted it to had come creeping back. He hated it.

Now here he was, acting like a spurned chick whose mama wouldn't buy him the newest action hero figure he wanted. Bah.

Yet… as he lie here wide awake, he wondered something that stunned his entire body still.

What did that letter really say? 

His breathing was more calm, his eyes focused on the ceiling of his train he stared at every night.

An idea crept to his mind which moved his body to a sit. It was the middle of the night. The studio was rather empty now, considering that whatever event the penguin had gone to had sent everyone home for the while. Or most of his annoying so-called actors, at least.

Maybe he could… take a peek. It wouldn't be the first time, anyway. He knew the peck neck had intruded on his own personal items too in the past so fair was fair.

The Conductor moved from his bed and dropped out of his pajamas and changed back into his suit. He'd have to skip on a shower for the time being but he'd still rather look presentable in the event he encountered someone at this hour. Highly unlikely but a chance he still didn't feel like taking.

With his classic conductor’s cap on his head and a quick fix of his feathers, he stepped towards the door at the back of his train.

On his way out he noticed a C.A.W. agent snoring as they lounged on one of the couches used for seating. He crept by them and unlatched the lock with a quick glance behind to see if they stirred. C.A.W. agents could be a bit flighty and unpredictable but this one seemed to be in a deep sleep, meaning that was one possible witness to his escapade eliminated.

A swift move he'd learned to do years upon years of slipping out the train door silently brought him out into warm evening desert. He looked to the sky at the clouds, noting there were more than usual, and gave the air a gentle sniff, both signs signifying a desert rain was onset. The forecast did read something of the sort was approaching but it would be hours from now. He could slip into the studio and slip back out before the rain could drench him.

The Conductor ensured the train door was locked fast behind him before he stepped down the small staircase at the back of his train and his dress shoes crunched into the sand beneath him. 

He began making the sandy and rocky, uneven trek towards the studio, walking till his feet met the over worn sidewalk that every bird traveled up towards the studio doors. 

With the twirl of the keys around his finger, he passed by the parking lot, noting it was rather full, meaning many birds hadn't left the studio for the night. They probably all planned to leave in the morning. 

He stepped up to the front of the studio and with a final twirl of the keys over his finger, he skillfully caught the one he needed perfectly in his grip, chuckling pridefully at himself. That was a trick he'd practiced for years and he'd loved to show it off, even just to himself.

A quick insert of the key into its keyhole and he was in, tucking his keys away into his pocket once more. He manually locked the door behind him out of habit and began towards the second set of double doors, pushing them open with ease.

He found himself glimpsing towards his rival’s trophies in the lobby for a reason he couldn't place. Something about the way the dim light illuminated them made them look almost blue, some light that reflected off the metal even painting paths of small light beams on the shelf. They carried a lonely aura about them, but The Conductor shook his head at the thought.

He continued on through the doors on DJ Grooves' side, the doors were surprisingly unlocked. There was a shortcut this way he knew that his rival would take to get to his room, one of the things that DJ Grooves had lucked out on when they divided up the studio.

The Conductor approached an unmarked door on the far right wall that lead to a staircase which ascended and descended towards the top floors and the lower floors, counting the basement, respectively. 

This way would definitely be a longer haul for the old owl and his knees but a much safer way to creep in and out undetected. 

And thus, his descent was made.

--

The door labeled with the basement level stood in front of The Conductor and he felt a brief bout of regret as he stared at the door knob. His hands curled into gentle fists at his sides. He could almost feel the aged lightbulb above lifting his feathers under its light.

His heart beat again. Hand on the knob.

For a reason he couldn't understand, he was hesitant to move.

He thought back to the board room. Where he found DJ Grooves under the table. For some reason that was on his mind. He sniffed, nose creasing briefly as he did so.

The muscles in his hand tensed and he turned the knob, the unlatch echoing loudly down the hall. He felt deaf for a moment as he cringed and cursed as the hinges shifted on rust that made the door cry out even louder. Someone needed to oil that damn door. He was surprised his rival didn't find the sound atrocious but then again DJ Grooves loved horrible sounds, or what he had the audacity to call ‘music.’ Scoff.

Once The Conductor was through the door, the same screech rang through the halls, but no one answered its cry. The Conductor was thankful for that despite it still ringing in his ears.

He carried himself down the hall to another door that lead into the hallway that contained DJ Grooves' room, spotting his door and moving towards it. His footsteps were light but he swore the sound was almost like he were stomping, but he knew he was overreacting because hardly anyone used the fitting rooms at this hour. A deep breath helped to settle his thoughts.

Now with a firm hand he grasped the doorknob of his rival's door, cranking it to the right and moving to press into the door.

Instead of the door falling open as it usually had in the past, the door didn't budge.

Locked.

The Conductor sighed in annoyance. Of course. The one time he has the opportunity to sneak in completely undetected is the time that DJ Grooves locks it. Peck neck.

A shame for Grooves however because this old bird had something up his sleeve; lock picking. The Conductor reached for his keyring and found the small picking tool that hung there. He fiddled with the tool for a couple minutes, carefully working at each pin in the lock. Soon he heard the lock click open and he turned the knob right after, granting him clearance to the room. He grinned to himself, admiring the tool before returning his key set to his pocket again.

Now. The letter. 

The Conductor flicked the lightswitch near the door, the lights coming to life above him. The light was almost blinding as he took a moment to adjust to it.

He scanned the room for those white scraps he'd thrust at his rival earlier on. None in sight. His throat felt tight for a moment, a strange worry over taking him. But he shook it off and headed towards the director’s bed and encircled it a moment as he made his way to the waste bin tucked in the corner by DJ Grooves’ desk that he hoped to find the letter in.

And low and behold, many small pieces lie at the very top.

He thanked whatever Gods above that no one had taken the garbage out for once, something he never thought he'd find himself saying.

The Conductor rolled up his sleeves and got down in a crouch and pulled the waste bin out and tipped it slightly. Thankfully there wasn't much dirty or wet garbage to sift through, mostly just papers with pathetic ideas likely scrawled on them and plastic scraps. He fished out as many paper bits as he could find, broken words scrawling a majority of the pieces. Part of himself scolded himself for having torn the letter into such tiny pieces. Whatever.

He now sat on his knees, gathering his pile of paper scraps from the floor and carried them to DJ Grooves' desk top and depositing them there. The Conductor then slid the desk chair back and sat down, thinking of where to begin.

Like a puzzle. He could piece the letter together like a puzzle, maybe to even make out the addresser, location or phone number in the header of the letter. He began to sort the pieces of paper by type into piles, envelope pieces here, letter paper there. The words on each piece were extremely divided but he was certain that he didn't care for the letter’s contents. Necessarily.

He thought to treat it like a jigsaw puzzle and lay out the edges of the page and work his way in. You always start with the edges first.

So his sorted piles divided into ones with completely torn edges and those that were perfectly flat. Then he considered each flat piece against each other until the pieces began matching up with each tear and he soon had a completely white strip at the top of the page. He felt satisfied with himself for his clever work, chuckling in soft pride.

He continued looking at each piece to try and complete the border of the letter, losing track of time as he found himself almost entranced by the task. Quite enjoyable he'd found it.

Though-- now came a slightly more challenging part of finding pieces that were blank or mostly blank to start the header. He sifted through his pile of uneven pieces and scanned each one, finding quite a few that had empty white space on them. A smirk appeared on his beak. 

The pieces came together rather quickly as he studied each edge. Thankfully it seemed he'd been rather skilled at tearing up pages for easy piecing together. Maybe he should do this for a movie sometime.

Finally a semi-legible address appeared, which read:

269 Northwest Dust Valley Dune

Hm.

That was an address he'd never heard of.

He looked to the envelope pile, scanning it for the corner where a return address and stamp would be. He sifted through it and pinched the corner that read a portion of the address

269 Northwest Du

The Conductor sniffed again, nose creasing. Maybe it was a place people couldn't get to by train. Scoff. He tapped his nails on the desk trying to think if he'd ever heard of such an address from any of his train guests. Sure, he'd heard of each of those words separately but together? He couldn't recall. 

His mind better not think of catching up with his body in terms of age.

He turned his attention back to the letter that was still fractured in front of him. With a sigh, he began searching for numbers. There were common nouns, verbs, prepositions, all the usual jargon you could expect to find in a document. But finally a set of printed numbers was found, severed in two pieces:

191-51

8-1825

Given the number layout, it was easy to put together a phone number. 191-518-1825.

The Conductor stared at the phone number. Something felt off. He now cursed that he didn't have a phone handy to use. He was old fashioned, corded phones were the way in his opinion. He could never adapt to mobile phones but here he was just wishing that he had. Though he only could think of the way that the Moon Penguins were always yapping away at theirs. Imagining the sound made his feathers raise as he felt himself shiver in repulsion.

Still. Calling the number was worth a shot. He glanced around the other bird's desk for a phone of any sort. Chances are DJ Grooves had to have at least two phones. Especially since one time his phone number got leaked and he had to get a new one. Conductor found himself chuckling slightly at the thought.

Impulsively he slid the desk chair back and yanked open DJ Grooves' desk drawers in search of one. As he moved aside numerous junk, he didn't find what he was looking for and went for another drawer. Useless. Useless. Useless.

Until he met with the bottom drawer. As he opened this one and lifted a few folders from it, he noticed a thin cord and something rectangular lying in there. A phone. Hah--

He lifted up the phone and felt around for the on switch along the phone's edge. Thankfully one of the lassies had helped him understand how they worked or he'd be at a loss.

To his surprise, the phone had retained a charge despite its storage time. It booted up without issue and opened to a lock screen.

Conductor clicked his beak. Of course. These things had passwords didn't they. 

He thought hard about what the password could be. 

Award 42.

Award 42…

The one that DJ Grooves won-- that lead into this whole mess.

He typed it in.

2927342.

The screen popped to life. His smirk returned. Even digital locks had nothing on him.

The display still confused him slightly but he understood that he could find the phone option by swiping to the side. And he located it by the visual icon of a phone receiver. 

The phone number was in. And the dial tone rang out as The Conductor held it to the side of his head.

He waited.

He waited.

Bloop.

Huh.

The Conductor looked at the phone in his hand. Had the call dropped?

He tried again.

Still, no answer came. Bloop.

Growing angry, he tried one final time.

Dial tone.

A condescending feminine and robotic voice responded.

The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service or disconnected at this time. Please check the number you have entered and try again later or contact your service provider.

Bloop.

A sudden feeling of dread flooded his veins, stilling him in place. The phone dropped from his hand and he cared not for its fall. His stomach felt warn; lungs tight; muscles tense.

He felt like his heart had fallen out of his chest.

DJ Grooves' words flooded his mind again, disjointed now.

Nothing I ever say or do matters to you.

You can never be happy for me.

What does it matter to you what happens to me?

His breath hitched.

Especially because he saw his legal name was written on a shred of the page.

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[queenlua]

?????

is this club aware that it is located in seattle fucking washington

i.e. the city whose single upscale restaurant eventually broke down and changed their "dress code" to "suggested dress" b/c it would simply be impractical to turn back every flip-flopped tech bro who wanders in with a reservation

i'm kind of in awe. does this like. work. for this club. if so how

[nonspeakingkiku]

Want draw puzzle for you but not really sure what colors to use? Any help on that?

Kiku can share hex codes.

The brown is #915f47

The dark purple is #8b4ba8

The light purple is #d7a5cf

The cream color is #ffe8cc

And his eyes are #30b420

[arrienne408]

[earth-b0y]

GS011?

Oh dear, another poor guess. Do you know anyone called Janus in GS011? But I'll give you some credit; they've had a rather large wave of defections, too, alongside 565.

[crystaldeclear]

my italian babygirls are through to the final😭😍😭

[dorkousloris]

playing killer frequency makes me long for a dj hosting simulator bc i discovered that the game only came out this year and i am AAAAAAAAA

( also yeah, i got to try it after watching a streamer playing it on their YT channel, then. try it out and honestly i love it sm )

[blogdaisie]

Sorting out some way to value your fine art can feel a piece like attempting to settle a jigsaw puzzle with lacking parts. In any case, don't perspire it! In this blog, we'll jump into work of art valuing techniques for various business sectors. Whether you're selling in exhibitions, on the web, or straightforwardly to craftsmanship adoring people, we take care of you. How about we start all along, will we?

[leafostuff]

Messes in Distress [Ft. Weeekly Jihan and Zoa]

Tags: BFH, 'Besties'!Zoa&Jihan, No plot all horny, Threesome, Double thigh riding, Double boobjob, Blowjob, Dirty talk, Fingering, Surprise Creampie, Anal, Pussy licking/eating, Mutual orgasm. no beta we die like man

Author's Note: as my august release i have to say: this is the filthiest fic I have ever written, throughout the entire writing process (which only took me two days) I have constantly felt both horny for those two gorgeous girls, but also inspired to keep writing and not stopping at anything.

as its also quite apperant, this is my first ever threesome smut, which I had tons of fun to write, so I do hope you will enjoy reading this fic that I worked very hard on.

PS: yes this was the post that I quickly deleted and responded with "YALL SAW NOTHING", my hand slipped on the post note lol

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This party never looked as colourful and vibrant as it is right now.

Or maybe its just the rave lights Jeonghoon, your best friend installed for his house party. After all of the finals you had to suffer this semester, a proper party is really what you needed, especially in such a big house like his which has more than enough space to party just in the backyard.

But back to what you were saying, there is so much for you to see from you view at the barstool chair. From the football players swimming inside, the cheerleaders eyeing them from the other edge of the pool, probably gossiping about the latest drama or whatnot, some frat boys drinking their 7th shot of the night while dancing to the DJ's (yeah your friend also hired a DJ for the party) music like there is no tommorow, and while some may look at this and call it anarchy, you find it quite enjoyable looking at it.

Then you see them

Two girls, one blondie, the other black haired, neither you have seen before (maybe you seen the blonde one in your 2 am walks back to your dorm, fetching groceries? Eh you don't really know), both of them wearing white tops that expose their bellies and denim blue jeans, both tailored to show their curves from head to toe.

They both look happy, eyes closed while both their bodies sensually move to the rhythm of the music. It's hard not to shift your focus to them, the way their bodies stand closer than usual while they look into each other ,how they lean their faces closer, engaging in a short kiss, or how-

Realize that the black haired girl caught your eyes, the blonde girl joins her, both smiling while their eyes wander downward.

you are a bit puzzled until you look down and realize; your pants now form a visible tent. You try to look away but its too late.

the two girls now exchange a look between each other before leaving the dance floor and heading toward you, their smiles are those of good girls, however you could feel their intentions are anything but.

Eventually they both stand in front of you, meanwhile

"You are Jeonghoon's friend, right?" The blonde asks, her voice softer than you thought.

"Uhhh...yeah? Why?"

"Great" the black haired girl joins the conversation. "We need a favor" she adds, her smile is even brighter than before.

"Sure" you answer, a bit confused "What favor you two need?"

They both grin widely before the blonde speaks again. "A BIG favour..." You could feel her fingers travel upward across your left thigh.

Meanwhile her friend leans her face to your right ear while her fingers mimic her friend's movement but on your right thigh and then her hand finds itself on your currently hard clothed member.

"A favour...only YOU can help us with..." She whispers in your ear.

Take a look at the two girls again, they are even prettier from close as each feature that you saw back then is now presented to you at high definition. From their silky and smooth hair, eyes that look like trouble but you are still in place as if you are frozen and their chests that look a size bigger than what you thought they were.

Their smiles which you could swear you could see them licking their lips.

Their soft, luscious looking red coloured lips that are oh so inviting...

You are not sure if the alcohol is talking right now but honestly, you don't care anymore. "Sure, I don't mind helping you two with your...favor".

The girls' smiles grow wider as you stand up from the barstool, take each one's hand and lead them inside the house and upstairs, thank god everyone else is outside.

"i never really got you two’s name" you said, navigating through the halls of the 2nd floor until eventually you find the door to Jeonghoon's room, but just as your hand gets close to the knob the two girls pin you to the wall, the black haired girl attached her mouth to your neck, alternating between licks, kisses and bites causing you to moan lightly.

Meanwhile the blonde puts her lips on you, engaging in a steamy makeout session while her tongue grazed against your teeth, as if asking for access to your mouth which you humbly accept. It's hypnotic how her sweet lips feel on yours, how her tongue explores inside your mouth, how as soon as she finds your own she initiates a sensual dance of tongues causing both of you to quietly moan.

You both eventually part lips, gasping for air, take a look at one you just kissed, her blonde hair now looks messier than it was when you first met her.

"heh...that was good" she speaks between pants, "anyways, i am Jihyo, and the one who is opening your jeans down there is Hyewon" look down, she already finished popping the last button, leaving you only in briefs.

"Well what are we waiting for, lets get inside" you say, the two girls giggle cutely while you open the room.

in the middle of the room is a king sized bed, big enough to have the three of you on it with pillows on the gar edge of the bed. The two girls lightly push you into the bed before joining you as each one straddles herself on each thigh of yours while their hands work together to take your shirt off your body, throwing it somewhere.

Now the three of you are in a loop.

Starting with Hyewon capturing your lips with hers while her hands rest on the left side on your chest l, admiring both your chest and abs. At the same time Jihyo latches her lips on the right side of your neck, delivering kisses from your shoulder all the way to your earlobe, there eliciting an audible moan directly to your ear before going back to her masterful attack of your neck, meanwhile her left hand wraps around your cock, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to get you harder as fast as possible.

Both of them also start to move their bodies back and forth on each of your thigh, letting you feel their friction getting you closer and closer to your first orgasm.

Suddenly, a switch; now Hyewon does Jihyo's job and vice versa, during those loops, your hands go each one to another girl, appreciating their bodies from their soft bellies all the way to their slander backs, then groping one breast of each girl causing both to gasp in surprise.

Eventually after enough back and forth of them pleasuring you, it gets harder for them to continue rubbing your cock as now they leave your lap, with both of their hands on the hem of your boxers. With perfect timing they pull it down, letting your cock pop out of your cock prison, leaving you the first one being fully naked.

"Wow...unnie, its so big" Hyewon says, looking at your member that is covered with some of your precum with excitement,

"Yes baby...he is so big, and all of it...for us" Jihyo responds, leaning into her friend's lips and pecks her lips lightly.

"I do think its a bit unfair i am the only one naked here" you mention the inequality.

"you are right Oppa" Hyewon replies, "i saw you staring at our tits, when we danced outside" she adds, leaving jihyo with a pretend surprise face.

"Is that so baby..." she questions her best friend before turning her eyes to you "Would you like to fuck them first?" the question might as well be rethoric as without any doubt you say.

"I would gladly want that"

"Then let us get started" Jihyo exclaims, letting you inch your body toward the edge of the bed. Meanwhile she goes behind Hyewon, hands grabbing the hem of her best friend's top, slowly pulling in an attempt to tease you slowly about each part of Hyewon's ample breasts, covered in a lacy purple bra until finally the top is completely off causing her tits to slightly bounce at the recoil, the piece of clothing is thrown at one of the pillows.

Now it's Jihyo's turn to discard her top, this time without any teasing, knowing you can't wait anymore for the show to begin as now she joined her friend being topless, only with a black bra as the wall between your eyes and her nipples.

back at Hyewon, she is now popping each button of her jeans while looking straight at your eyes, biting her lip in arousal and winking to you. Look down and see that her matching purple panties have a wet spot in the middle, making it clear to you that she is excited, and that she is waiting.

And she is not the only one as Jihyo also started quickly working on her own jeans, exposing her black panties and leaving the two girls only with their underwear, both their eyes and panties glistening in what can only be described as excitement.

It's sinful how they are both looking at your cock lustfully like it's their favorite meal waiting to be devoured, how they both kneel down to each side of your thigh while their face get closer to their prized possession.

How they both look at you with innocent eyes one last time before defying it forever.

The scene beneath you is filthy; two girls, both equally as gorgeous and sexy, engaging in a full on makeout session, loudly exchanging saliva with the tip of your cock in between receiving the leftovers. Both of their busts envelop the base, moving up and down, left and right in the rhythm of the kiss, even your balls are not left unsatisfied as both their underboobs take care of that part.

"Fuck...girls..." you mutter, only a minute passed and you are already in a haze, looking at the white ceiling, gripping the sheets of the bed to try and gain some semblance of control. You can't help yourself as you release an audible moan, making sure they know how good they make you feel.

"Unnie...I'm getting wet..." The black haired girl whined, pulling away from Jihyo's lips with an audible 'pop', panting to catch her breath before leaning back into the kiss

"me too baby," she breathily mumbles between kisses. "just a couple more seconds, i can feel him getting close ...".

eventually the first round of the white liquid came out, glazing both of their lips and tongues however they dont stop, even when some of your cum falls inside their mouth they continue, mixing both of their saliva with your cum, making both of their face messier by the second.

More cum erupts from your cock, painting the two girl's faces, some even get on their bras as you can feel yourself relieved with each string you shoot, soon enough the two girls release from their makeout session and rise up to sit on the edge of the bed, finally letting your cock rest, but not for long.

"Oh…you are still hard Oppa..." Hyewon exclaimed, cleaning some of your cum on her face before slightly pushing you closer to the middle of the bed, her previously innocent looking smile now has changed into a slutty grin.

“Let me help you” 

You don't even need words to show you agree as now hyewon hands go behind her back, letting an audible click be heard as her bra falls onto the bed, giving you a front view of her now hardened nipples.

Jihyo, seeing what her bestie is planning, quickly unclasped her bra as well and throwing it somewhere. Then they both, at the same time take their hands to their panties, quickly lowering them down their thighs, to their legs and then out of their bodies, finally joining you in being fully naked

Just the sight of the two girls' boobs being shown to you in their full glory and the way both of their neatly shaven pussies are leaking is enough to get your throat dry, unable to mutter a single word and only stare at them in awe.

Then, their second round of pleasure begins

Hyewon now leans down toward your shaft, letting her slender finger pump you one last time before her luscious lips envelope around the tip of your cock.

Her first slurp is enough to get you to moan loudly and move your head back in pleasure, then she starts moving her lips up and down at a steady pace, making sure every movement is audible with slurps, licks and everything in between. It's even worse when you see how her deer-like eyes stare directly into yours.

You are surprised to see how big her mouth is, as even though a lot of your cock is inside her mouth, she is still able to take more. Eventually your tip reaches the back of her throat, now deepthroating you 

“She is taking you sooo well, isn't she?” You didn't notice when Jihyo snaked behind you, her tits on your back while her hands glide around your pecs. her cloudy lips delivering sweet pecks to your neck and ear as only after processing all of the senses that she delivers you manage to get a small nod and mumble a small “ngh”

She cutely laughs at your attempt at her response. “I bet her lips feel so sweet on your big, thick cock” she whispers directly into your left ear, not expecting a seemingly sweet, adorable girl like her to speak such filth but for some reason, it excites you.

“I can't wait for you to fill both of our good girls holes with your thick, warm and sticky cum, letting you fuck us like your little slu-OH FUCK” but enough is enough as you finally lose your temper, silencing Jihyo by pushing your two left fingers into her wet pussy, your right hand starts groping one of her boobs while your lips connect with her own.

you three are now a mess.

You have Hyewon, her mouth fully coating your hardened shaft with saliva while her hands work diligently to massage your balls and inner thighs. Her eyes aroused by seeing you, fingering and groping her best friend to the points she stop messaging you with her right hand to finger herself to not leave herself out of the pleasure.

You have Jihyo, her eyes closed shut,  lost in the sheer amount of pleasure she receives and gives to you, each time your lips leaves her for attacking her neck she shouts a symphony of moans, but not for long before you continue to kiss her again

And then there’s you, feeling like the star of a porn video with two incredibly hot girls. Which you have never met before and now they are naked, hungry for your cock while you fuck them in various ways.

The only way you can describe this moment the three of you are sharing at the moment is heaven in hell.

“I AM SO CLOSE OPPA,” Jihyo shouts into the air, feeling her climax getting closer with each passing second. Yours is also not so far behind, as the suction of Hyewon's lips is driving you crazy.

However just as you were about to release your load into her throat, Hyewon swiftly lets her mouth out of your cock without any gag, she rises from her prone position and hovering closely above your cock, before quickly saying.

“I'm safe”

“Huh? What are you-OH FUCK” You dont have time to react as the deer-eyed slut impales her slick yet tight pussy directly on your dick, you could swear you see tears in her eyes from the pain she is feeling but its quickly replaced with tears of joy, signaling you that she wants this.

“UGHHH, YES” She curses loudly after the first explosion of cum erupts inside her. Then quickly comes the second, the third and even the forth, each pump gets Hyewon to a level of ecstasy she never felt before as she rolls her eyes backwards and lets her tongue hang out of her mouth while her orgasm flows onto the base of your dick.

At the same time your fingers also get coated by Jihyo's own fluids, moaning unintelligible words but it was clear that she was enjoying every second of her high. Eventually your mutual orgasm comes to an end, as you all fall into the bed, both girls on different sides while you are in between them.

For a moment the surrounding goes silent. No club music from outside the house, no chatter from drunk university students, the only sounds the three of can comprehend are each other’s synced up breathing, attempting to recover from your lust-filled haze. Finally, Hyewon gathers enough strength to talk.

“Oppa…are you…done” a breathy question came from her mouth as for the first time tonight, her eyes looked at yours with pure innocence.

You can't help but giggle at her question and lean forward to peck her lips. “I think with sexy you two are…i dont think i will ever be done” you respond.

“Oh, That's great to hear Oppa…” Jihyo interrupted your small talk with her friend. Take a look at her, her hair messy and ruffled, her entire body filled with a mixture of sweat and cum.

“Because…i haven't got your cum inside me yet…” she adds, her hands now go to her hair, smoothing it from any random strands and then parting it in the middle, creating two symmetrical ponytails from each side of her head.

“But…” another pause as she turns herself face down, letting herself gain control as she raises her body up while keeping her arms and knees on the mattress, her soft and curvy ass pointed up and directly at you before saying.

“I want it in my ass”

And just like that, you could feel yourself getting hard at the view, it's not hard to see how Jihyo's pussy is still wet and is leaking on the sheets, telling you that she is ready for her turn, but before you cave in to her request, her eyes turn toward Hyewon.

“Baby…i want to eat you out, i bet Oppa’s cum tastes as sweet as i think…” She gestures to her best friend, quickly Hyewon shifts in front of her face, sitting in a way that gives easy access to her pussy for Jihyo.

Realize that Jihyo's two ponytails are your handles, you grab each one with your hand, the blonde girl looks back at you one last time with a wide smile and shining eyes, signaling to you that she is ready for you.

And with that out of the way, you begin.

Starting a chain reaction, you pull both of Jihyo's ponytails and slam your cock deep into her asshole. In response, she elicits a moan but quickly she inches her tongue toward Hyewon’s entrance licking out some of your cum that was left over which causes Her to clamp her soft and meaty thighs around her best friend’s head and join Jihyo with her moans.

“Fuck, unnie…it feels so good” The deer-eyed girl moaned, quickly getting aroused again seeing her best friend eat her out while being pounded by you from behind.

“I know ugh baby…he ugh is so deep inside ugh my ass” Jihyo tries to mumble to her friend in between pounds from you and licks from her. Meanwhile, you are silent, lost in the cloudy haze of pleasure from how tight her ass is, only sometimes releasing a groan.

Eventually you start increasing your pace, and it seems that Jihyo’s enjoys it, mostly by the fact that she also starts moving her butt toward your dick, letting you hear breathy moans such ‘yes’ or ‘more’ while still having the energy to pleasure Hyewon, who was holding her best friend's head close to her pussy in order to get eaten out more often.

As you start feeling yourself getting closer to your ends, you mutter loudly. “Shit girls, I am gonna cum”.

“Load it in her ngh ass Oppa” Hyewon managed to respond, struggling to not vocalize her pleasure. “I bet my cock-slut unnie would love getting filled by your thick cum, just like you did to my pussy” she dirty talks, getting you one step closer to where they both want you.

“YES, PLEASE OPPA” Jihyo loudly moans while turning her face back to you. “CUM INSIDE ME, FILL MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR COCK, AS MUCH AS YOU WANT”.

And then, you finally cave in to their requests as for the final time of the night, your cock shoots one last string of cum into Jihyo's ass, one last Lick of Jihyo's tongue into Hyewon’s Cunt and one time where Hyewon clamps her thighs on Jihyo’s head the three of you  moan from the sheer pleasure that overwhelms your bodies and then you all fall into the bed.

Once again the room is quiet, no one dares mutter a word, you all have enough strength to just look at each’s now with tired yet happy eyes.

And in your mind, only one thought pops in your head, and you know that both Hyewon and Jihyo were thinking about the same thing as well.

“Best. Sex. Ever”

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Started writing in 6/8/2024

Finished writing in 7/8/2024

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[anaconamor]

TEACHING JUDE HOW TO PERREAR AAA (because you know there’s nothing worse than having a guy just loosely holding onto your hips and looking up at the ceiling as if he doesn’t want to be there) he’s so mesmerized by the way you move your hips but he knows he has to grip onto your hips and grind back and when he gets the hang of it it’s just 😮‍💨😮‍💨

salió el sol is the song i immediately thought of… it’s very much suitable for this blurb 🤭🤭

he had seen you outside waiting in line, watching how you made your friends laugh and danced a bit from the music that played inside the club. he watched you yet again when you walked into the place like you owned it, hair silky, tiny black lace dress, and those high heels that made your appearance like a sexy super model. all it took once eye glance and jude was hooked.

him watching you the entire night as you expertly played and gambled in poker, drank many shots to which you couldn’t get drunk off on, take pictures with your friends and even at one point working the dj booth. oh but don’t get started when the music switched from old r&b to old school reggeaton.

how you jumped from your spot and fixed your dress, throwing your hair back as you walked hand to hand with your friend down to the dance floor, so far yet so close from the vip booths. “where you going?” asked aurelien, patting the midfielder shoulder as he walked off. “gonna step here real quick, wanna see the crowd…” jude shrugged him off, determined to at least catch you, maybe even offer you a drink.

jude could sense you knew how to dance but not so explicitly and intimidating like this. a hand in your hair, shaking your hips side to side with knee bent, then throwing it back onto your friend, ass shaking as you came up with a sly and clever grin. jude locked his lips, leaning onto the railing, continuing to observe you, how you sensually rolled your hips, threw your head back almost in pleasure, your bottom lip between your teeth as you smirked and danced. a fucking expert… jude thought.

he couldn’t shake off the feeling your radiated. the whole club with their eyes on you. you were the show tonight, and he sure as hell loved it. his fingers gripped tight on his glass as he downed his final sip, not denying how gorgeous you were. jude was mesmerized, by you. and he wanted just a little taste even if he didn’t know how to dance himself.

at one point you had looked up locking eyes with the stranger who couldn’t keep their gaze off you tonight. your friend giving you an ‘i told you so’ look when you told her. “starting to get a little creepy don’t you think?” she spoke loudly as you continued to move your hips and ass to ‘baila morena’ that rang loudly in the club. you could feel the beat, the rhythm, the passion, all in every single song. you felt confident and even more so sexy.

“you’re wrong… the night is just getting started!” you wink at her, grabbing her hand and initiating for her to throw it back on you, hyping her every move as chants and praises were heard in the back from your friends and newer strangers.

time passed, your feet a tad bit sore after dancing for almost an hour. you sat at the bar, quietly stirring your drink with the thin black straw with legs crossed. you sense a familiar stare across from you, smiling at the stranger once again. “rude to stare no?” you’re quick to remark, earning a chuckle and him walking to you. “how so?” he said confidently, leaning against the bar with one arm.

“you’ve stared at me the whole night, like some shy boy in a corner, when deep down we both know what you want…” you cocked your brow up, taking a sip of your drink before turning slightly to face him. jude acknowledged you with a knowing nod. “will it still be rude if i ask to buy you a drink?” he offers, hearing how you laughed.

“not at all…”

“i’m jude,” he introduced. he extends his hand to shake yours, your hands fitting like puzzle pieces, “y/n… encantada.”

“i have to say… you’re an excellent dancer,” jude said, making you look up with a look. “quite a show you put on i must say…”

“jealous?”

“not particularly,” jude shrugged.

“then follow me,” you stood up, grabbing his hand once again before he stops you. “w-wait, i -i don’t know how to dance…” he shyly admits. “well you said so yourself, im an excellent dancer? i’ll teach you,” you guided him to the dance floor, cheering when you hear “salió el sol’ by don omar playing in the dj booth.

“first things first is, you can’t be stiff, let the music flow through your veins,” you advised, smiling as you grabbed on to his shoulders and lead him deeper the crowd. “second, it’s all in the hips, if you can’t move them, then it will suck…” you winked, jude giving you a half grin.

ella lo vuelve loco como se menea, bailando pura candela, lo vuelve loco cuando se acelera, y pela

you show him by circling your hips, guiding his hands to grip and feel as they moved. jude feels his pulse on his wrists quicken, the affect you have on him slowly turning him on, not being able to resist and pull you closer. his feet widen a bit, shocking you as you went between them, continuing your slow movement as you gently grinded on him, feeling his prominent abs as you did.

y yo quiero saber cómo es que baila la julieta… julieta baila sexy con la mano en la cabeza

you turned slowly, your back against his chest as jude dragged his hands along your sides. “you sure you don’t know?” you tease, a bit shocked at how quickly he was learning. “yep… have the best teacher on me currently,” you feel his lips trace your ear, your ass on his crotch as you continued to move your hips now more taunting. “dancing so confident… so sexy…”

you close your eyes, head thrown back on his shoulder, a hand coming to rest on the nape of his neck, the other interlocking with the his that circled your waist. “am i doing right?” jude closed the last bit of space, grinding and bucking his hips with yours so sensually, so hot. jude resists the groan escaping his lips as you whimpered softly.

“doing so good jude…”

the two of you are under a spell, bodies contracting and moving flowy. the different shades of light, the music, the tension, it’s all to much, yet you can’t seem to pull away even when you both lose control and are out of sync. jude’s head nestled into you neck as you feel his hard cock on your ass, his hand low on your abdomen pressing your even closer, whispering daunting words that have you trembling to the tip.

lo de ella es playa y arena, se excita cuando el sol la quema, quiere reggeaton, discoteca pa' la nena, se le mete en las venas

“is it supposed to feel like this?” he asked, pressing a feather kiss on your jaw. “like how?” you stutter now his affect on you, feeling the drinks from the entire night beginning to have their affect. “so tender and intimate? so right?” jude was sure of one thing, that he was compelled by you, not just your dancing, everything about you. “answer me, or i’ll stop,” jude spoke, feeling your muscles tense, as you pushed back more, both his hands ln your hips again.

“you should feel more than just tender and sweet… you have to feel it here,” you turn swiftly, wanting to moan at the loss of contact. “you feel it here,” you touch his beating heart, similar to the bass of the music. “and in here…” you brush his temple, jude placing a kiss on your wrist all the way down to your inner flesh.

you’re so sure by the end of the night you might forget his name and let it be as it is. but it’s clear jude has different plans, his strong muscular hand wrapped behind your back as your clung into his shoulders, your cunt allow rubbing against on one of his strong thighs.

“what else? teach me more.”