#I WAS RIGHT I ANALIZED IT WELL HOLY SHIT HA

[australet789]

Me, analizing Odysseus: "Penelope is Ody's final goal"

Jorge, today: "Penelope is Ody's final goal"

Me:

[smutoperator]

Can you write a Free Use story out of Miyeon’s I-Sway concept photos?

Profession: Fucktoy

Cho Miyeon x Male Reader

Tags: anal, anal fingering, ass-to-pussy, blowbang, bukkake, choking, creampies, dirty talk, facefucking, face-spitting, facial, floor sex, free use, full nelson, g-string, hair-pulling, head stomping, jobs, painal, pool, public sex, rough sex, ripping clothes, slapping, titfucking, underboob, voyeurism

Word count: 6469

Chapter 1 - The Mechanic

The day had started on a very bad note for you. Your car had just broken, and you were already out of money to make the repairs. Regardless, you had to do it; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to go to work.

You arrived at the repair shop, greeted by a beautiful short girl. Unlike other mechanics, however, she was wearing a very skimpy outfit: a white top that left her midriff fully exposed and a black miniskirt that barely covered her buttcheeks.

"You can go back in a few hours; we'll fix everything," the girl said. And you did just that. As you later got back to pick your car up, you found out that she had delivered on her promise. Your car had no more issues whatsoever; she was truly a quick fixer.

"Damn, you did a great job here," you told the girl. "And you look so cute, not like your typical mechanic," you started flirting with her. "Ah, I always hear guys saying that," she said. "By the way, what's your name?" you asked. "Miyeon," she answered.

"Now it comes the uncool part," Miyeon said. "Here's the full bill," she handed you the paper. Damn! It was really expensive. Basically a whole month of your salary for a guy that was already about to go broke. You were upset, already bracing yourself for a struggle in the next few months.

"Don't be upset," Miyeon told you. "I know it's very expensive, but you can use me for free, and if you do it well, I might give you a discount," she said. "What do you mean?" you ask her. "Well, I'll show you what I mean," she says.

Miyeon lifts her top, showing some underboob to you. She advances towards you and gives you some kisses. You quickly push back, showing who's in control, kissing her, and running your hands all over her body. Her top gets pushed further up, and you give her perky bobs the first sucking. Even Miyeon gets surprised at how hard you attack her, quickly reaching your hands under her skirt in search for her pussy. "I guess he's really desperate to get some money back," she thinks.

As you finger Miyeon's pussy, you're surprised by how small the panties she's wearing are. You can easily already reach most of her pubic area even with them on, as she's already moaning with your magic hands working around her pussy. And you're just starting.

Miyeon's top gets easily ripped apart, setting her perfect tits fully free for you to grope. "Oh my God, holy shit," she says in awe, as your hands are still putting heat in her clit. Your pace is truly intense, as shortly after you're already pulling her miniskirt down and showing the only thing standing between you and Miyeon's tight fuckholes is a little G-string thong. You tease her with some kisses in her asscheeks and give them a little spanking as well.

"Oh yes," Miyeon says when you pull her tiny thong to the side. Needless to say, such a beautiful girl had perfect holes as well, as you look in awe at her pink pussy and butthole, starting to eat them out shortly after.

Miyeon moans and clings to any part of your car she can hold onto. The hood of the car is still open, and she has to be cautious to avoid the heat that's still in the engine, although she likes how it warms up her boobs. You tongue her folds hard and deep, but Miyeon likes it better when you start tonguing her butthole. "Ahhh yes, right in that fucking ass," she moans.

You love the angelic way Miyeon moans while you lick her holes. What a beautiful slut she is. "Put your tongue in my pussy; work for it, yeahhh," she demands. You follow, licking her clit like a needy pussy while Miyeon inserts her thumb in her anus, alternating between sucking and finger-fucking her cunt as Miyeon circles her fingers around her asshole.

You give Miyeon some more kisses as you now start humping your clothed boner against her legs. "Are you gonnna let me see that cock or what?" she asks, getting on her knees as soon as she senses it rubbing on her skin. Miyeon quickly pulls your pants down, slapping your cock in her tongue as soon as it pops out. The moment she starts sucking that dick, it feels like you're no longer using you, but the opposite, as Miyeon is eager to take it deep from the start, making fast moves with her head that quickly engulf your sword all the way down her slutty throat.

Miyeon takes her panties off, leaving only the remnants of her ripped top covering her body. That little slut for sure knows how to suck cock, bobbing her head on yours harder than ever. You need to take control soon; she's your free use whore after all.

"Give me those fucking tits," you tell her, who places them together as you start humping your cock between them. "Oh yeah!" she says immediately. You love how soft her tits are, making it easier to fuck them at a steady pace. "So good," Miyeon says. You grab her by the chin and spit on her face. "You're no mechanic, bitch, you're just a fucktoy," you tell her. "Yes, I am; give me more, please," she begs as you keep titfucking her and put your fingers down her mouth for a bit.

Miyeon spits on your cock for a better grip. "How does it feel with your saliva lubing my tits?" she asks. "It feels so fucking amazing," you say. Miyeon takes a little break and gives a few fast head-bobbings to lube your cock before going back for more breast action. "Wanna take turns, baby? Wanna use all my fucking body? "Which one do you like better, my mouth or my tits?" she keeps asking.

You let your actions do the talking, bringing Miyeon close to you and banging her tits at full speed. She responds with more aggressive cock-sucking, but you counter-attack, reaching into her pussy and finger-fucking her, coming out on top.

"AH FUCK, YOU WORK MY PUSSY SO GOOD," Miyeon moans as your fingers plow into her wet fuckhole. "Taste it, bitch," you say, shoving them in your mouth right after. Miyeon tries to respond with more crazy pole-sucking, but you have enough of it and manhandle her throat as soon as she tries.

Grabbing her by the neck, you bend Miyeon over, her right knee placed on the stool. You warm up her pussy with more finger-rubbing. "OH SHIT!" she screams as soon as you do it. And when you finally push your cock inside it, you're glad you did, because holy shit she's really as tight as you would imagine.

You give Miyeon a couple thrusts but quickly find a better position, putting her right leg on top of your car's hood and pounding her relentlessly. "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder," she demands, and you surely oblige, attacking her pussy at full speed and giving it no rest from the start. "Please, please, harder, harder," she keeps going, begging to have her pussy destroyed.

You switch Miyeon into a standing position, but keeping that frantic pace at all moments. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK ME LIKE A LITTLE WHORE," she screams as you also kiss and choke her. You love how hard her boobs bounce with your fast thrusts. "YES BABY, YES BABY, IT FEELS SO GOOD WHEN YOUR BALLS SLAP AGAINST MY CLIT," she continues.

Miyeon gets both her knees on the stool as you keep stretching out her pussy like your free-use toy. You now tease her with your middle finger up her anus. "Toy with my asshole," she begs. And gets it.

Soon, that finger gets replaced by a much thicker object making its way into her asshole. If you thought Miyeon's pussy was tight, well, it looks extremely loose compared to her pink anus. You knock a few times on her backdoor, but it barely moves. You have to go really slow, Miyeon's moans getting louder each time you get an extra inch inside.

"There you go," you say when the eighth and final inch is inside her butthole. "Ahhhh, it's so big," Miyeon moans. Even for an experienced anal slut, your cock would be quite the challenge for her little asshole. 

But you weren't going to go easy on her—quite the opposite. Your eagerness to sodomize little Miyeon was even bigger. And the tightness of her anal walls only ramped it up. "Get down," you tell her, fucking her asshole in a perfect doggy position, with the little doll struggling to take your massive cock all the way up her butthole.

"OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," Miyeon screams as you coincidentally fuck her right in the shithole. She is in trouble. Your cock just rips her ass apart, and she tries to hold on to every support while facing the floor, barely managing to keep her balance. "YES, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS," she demands, but can barely take the current toll as it stands.

"Come here," you say. With no warning, you switch back to her pussy, pounding her even faster from behind. "OHHHHH FUCKKKKK," she screams. "I was going really easy on your ass," you say. "This is how you use a fucktoy," you continue, clapping her cheeks hard and spanking it for some good measure as well. "Fucking use this pussy," she begs.

But Miyeon won't accept defeat so easily. "Put it back in my ass," she demands. This time, your cock slides much more easily into her already stretched butthole. You try to make Miyeon regret asking it, pounding her ass with full force. "Oh shit, it's so fucking big in there," she says, which only gives you extra motivation.

You lay your back in the stool as Miyeon sits her ass on your cock for more, but you quickly show her who's in control, thrusting hard upwards against her butt. "Oh my God, oh my God, fuck," she says as you appropriately pump her like a piston and enjoy her tits bouncing with every thurst you give her.

Miyeon fingers her pussy as you keep destroying her ass, but her hands are quickly replaced by yours. "Grab my fucking pussy," she says, slowly getting out of breath. "FUCK THAT COCK IS SO BIG IN MY ASS," she yells, which only makes you attack it harder.

After 5 minutes of hard ass-fucking, you change back to her pussy. This time, you decide Miyeon will be an even bigger fucktoy to please your cock, putting her in a full nelson and attacking her cunt balls deep like crazy. She can only scream as you show no mercy to her tiny fuckhole. But you quickly tell her you were going easy, taking your cock back in her ass and repeating it with double the intensity.

"YES, YES, YES, FUCKING DESTROY IT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM," Miyeon moans as her asshole is turned into nothing but your cock's playground. She's utterly defenseless as you take advantage of her to suck her bouncy tits. "DON'T FUCKING STOP, DON'T FUCKING STOP," she says as she covers your balls with some juices that squirt out of her pussy.

Miyeon lets out a very cute laugh before she switches sides to start another ride of cock-sitting, this time with her facing you as she easily slides your pole back in her pussy. Watching her princess face moaning and making sexy expressions every time you impale her cunt is such a heavy turn on to you, who can't help but keep pushing up, your bodies meeting each other with loud clapping noises as you two fuck like crazy animals.

"Ahhhh, fuck me, baby," Miyeon moans as she enjoys the ride. Your balls violently clap against her ass cheeks as she passionately kisses you. She loves the way you use her, with no restraints whatsoever, just a good, rough pounding that makes her tight fuckholes throbbing.

"Ohhh, stretch me so fucking good," Miyeon says as she switches your cock back into her ass. Both of you get even more intense in this crazy anal ride, Miyeon turning into a bigger beggar for more fucking in the ass each time your cock hits deep inside it. Ass to pussy, back to ass, back to pussy, you two just keep fucking that way for a long time, each hole getting its fair share of pounding multiple times while you grope her bouncy titties.

"Suck that fucking dick," you whisper at Miyeon's year once you're done. She's completely numb after so much pounding she's taking in such a short time, but her whore instincts never die. "Ohhh yeah, taste my ass all over it," she says, opening her mouth wide and licking your shaft from top to bottom, but paying special attention to the tip. "It tastes so good deep in my ass," she says.

You pin Miyeon against the front of your car, lifting her right leg over your shoulder, going back for more pussy stretching, and looking directly into her eyes as she turns into a sweaty mess. Your balls hit her right at the junction of her thighs, her pussy tightening as you choked her. She can't stop screaming. "Shut up, bitch," you say to her and fuck her harder, but that only leads to more yelling from this little free use fucktoy.

Miyeon gets bent over on the hood of the car now as she requests you something. "Please put this cock back in my ass," she says. You never say no to another chance to destroy Miyeon's (now not so) tiny pink asshole, so you're back at it, fucking it hard as your balls slap on her clit. 

"OH, IT'S GOING SO DEEP IN MY ASS," Miyeon says. And you wish it could go even deeper as you push your shaft to the limits of her butthole. Miyeon sticks her fingers in her pussy trying to cope with the speed you destroy her ass. Now you take the meaning of free use to the maximum, leaving no dignity left for Miyeon. All you want to do now is fuck her butt at every opportunity. Her reward for fixing your car will be her ass getting broken apart.

"MAKE ME FUCKING TAKE IT," Miyeon screams as her ass keeps taking the full heat of your throbbing dick. "You can fuck take me; treat me like a useless whore," she demands, as you do just as she asks, having enough energy to fuck her ass all day long.

"Get your knees on the stool," you demand, giving her butt a little tap as it now gets redder. After a little pause for her to breathe, your cock is back in full force inside Miyeon's asshole. You do a switcheroo between her holes just for fun, but always fucking her the hardest in the ass. Miyeon clings to your car as she can barely keep her balance on now, becoming just a cocksleeve for you to toy with and get maximum pleasure as she keeps getting jackhammered.

"I want you to use this ass to fucking cum," Miyeon says. Your primal instincts then fully take over, fucking her faster than speed of light, her cheeks clapping louder than a blasting car speaker, her screams hitting every imaginable high note. "Look at me, little fucktoy," you order. After all, Miyeon said free use, and she's getting freely used, with you only stopping until you finally explode inside her anal walls.

Miyeon licks her chops as she digs your cum out of her anus, her hair completely messy now and covering her face. She tastes it and loves the flavor. She then picks up the repair bill and rips it in half. "This is your discount," she says. "Have a good day and come see us again," she finishes.

Chapter 2 - Lifeguard

Hot summer Saturdays are perfect to go to the pool. And you were surely going to do that. As you prepared yourself to get in the pool, however, you spotted a familiar face doing the lifeguard duties.

Miyeon decided to take a summer job on weekends besides the one she already had at the repair shop. But little did she know she would be off to an eventful start.

"He's drowning in the pool; somebody help," a scream was heard. Miyeon had to act quickly. Only her first hour at the new job, and she already had a difficult task ahead.

Miyeon pushed your body to the side of the pool, executing the cardiac massage procedures to help you. To no avail, as you remained lifeless on the floor despite her desperate attempts.

After a while, however, Miyeon noticed one part of your body was seeing a lot of movement upwards. The bulging erection under your boxers. Miyeon took you to a more private space and put an end to the heart massages, going instead with a different kind, taking your cock deep in her throat and giving a little bit in your foreskin.

You immediately woke up. "So you wanted to get my attention so much you faked a drowning?" she asked. "Indeed, and what do I get for it?" you replied.

"You get to use me like your fucktoy again," Miyeon said. These words were enough for you to pull your boxers down and go straight into fucking her face. Miyeon wanted it so bad. She can't go a day without being treated like a toy for a big cock, answering your thrusting, bobbing her head, and gagging all over your huge dick.

Just like in the repair shop, Miyeon sat on a stool, lowering her head and getting her face plowed until she coughed on your cock. She then picked your shaft up and started slapping it against her boobs, her white top already showing lots of cleavage. 

Miyeon quickly took that top off and wrapped your shaft around her boobs once again. "Oh yes, please fuck my tits," she said, moving them around your throbbing cock. You responded by taking control and pushing it up and down her milk bags, just like she asked, with Miyeon moving down to take the tip of your cock in her mouth, doing the best she could to keep choking on that cock.

Fucking her beautiful tits and princess face at the same time was like heaven for you. "Yeah, I love it," you said. But you knew she wanted more. After a little boob shaking, Miyeon lowered her shorts down, leaving herself with only her high heels (why a lifeguard was wearing high heels is something she couldn't explain). 

Miyeon laughed and spread her legs as you started worshipping her pink pussy. "OH MY GOD, YES," she screamed as you two were now in a safe place away from the crowds at the pool. You kissed her pussy and licked her clit nonstop, while also circling your fingers around her folds and penetrating them, teasing Miyeon for what you were going to do to her with your cock. "Open my pussy, please," she begged.

You used your hands to finger-fuck Miyeon while savoring her beautiful clit, sending her to the heavens. "Don't stop, baby," she said as you kept putting extra heat on her vagina, making it wet as you used your magical hands to lube it up.

With no hesitation, you dipped your cock inside Miyeon's wet cunt. "FUCK ME, PLEASE, OH MY GOD, YEAH, YEAH YEAH, OHHHHHHH," she screamed as you were already pumping her pussy fast, watching her twisting and twirling facial expressions as your cock bulged under her while you groped her tits.

"FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH," Miyeon demanded. You were so upset with her getting so loud you slapped her face hard, responding with even faster thrusts and spitting on her face. "Shut up, you fucking slut," you told her, entertaining yourself as you slapped your cock in her vaginal entrance before pushing it back and plowing her once again.

"YES, baby, keep going," Miyeon said as her boobs bounced. After a little sniffing in her pussy, you kept going, spanking her beautiful tits then pushing her body sideways. Miyeon got the most excited when you spat all over her cunt, with her creaming all over your cock the harder you went on her.

Miyeon tried to kiss you, but you were having none of it. "I'm not here for love; I'm here to use you like a bitch," you told her in response, spitting on her face and resuming pounding her right after, both your bodies on the floor besides an unused pool, Miyeon getting her little pussy destroyed as you used her like a fleshlight, your balls violently hitting her clit at each thrust now.

"Fuck my fucking pussy, please," Miyeon said as she already struggled to speak, completely numb with the way you treated her. No matter how many jobs she tried, she was always back to being a little cocksleeve. Miyeon wonders for how long you could keep fucking her, as you didn't seem to lift your foot off the gas, making her pussy sore not even 10 minutes in.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK," Miyeon kept screaming as you kept going. You tongue kissed her a bit after you finished the rough spooning session. "My little fucktoy," you told her. "Now get on all fours," you said, slapping her ass and taking her pussy from behing within seconds, your relentless pace still going on as you now choked her and enjoyed her tits freely bounce, mounting on top of her like a bull.

"I like that," Miyeon said when you spanked her ass. You even let her move her hips a little bit over your cock, giving her a false sensation that you were tired and she could ride it, before taking full control back again and smacking her pussy into oblivion, enjoying the queefing sounds coming out of it as Miyeon could barely stay on her feet.

"You know what? If you want my cum, you'll have to earn it, ride that dick until I fill your pussy to the brim," you demanded, but not before ducking her head under the pool while fucking her from behind a couple times. "Now you're the one drowining, bitch," you said to her.

You got Miyeon off the pool and laid on the side of it, waiting for her to sit on your cock. Her eyes rolled the moment she got it back inside her, making sure to go all the way down. Miyeon made sure to ride it as hard as possible, craving for that cum all over that pink pussy.

"Make me cum, bitch," you say as you thrust up Miyeon's little pussy, not missing an opportunity to spank her ass and suck her little tits. You fucked her for not even 15 minutes, but she's already exhausted as you completely destroy her pussy with no mercy. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME," she begs as your cock smacks her insides, and she starts trembling, clinging to your body as you inject your seeds in her pussy.

Miyeon leaves, tossing you to the pool as she struggles to even walk. By now she knows she has lost her job, as the lifeguard spot has been vacant for a while and the pool starts to get fuller. She decides to go home, thinking about her next adventure.

Chapter 3 - Living Doll

Miyeon texts you the following day, asking if you can go back to the repair shop, saying she wants you to use her once more. You agree to come, taking your car back into it in a hurry.

As you arrive at the shop, you witness one of the naughtiest scenes you have seen in your life. Miyeon is surrounded by five naked men, who take off her "living doll" top immediately and jerk off in anticipation of freely using her doll face.

"Looks like you came in too late," Miyeon provokes you as the men strip her fully naked, starting to grip their shafts intensely as they feed her mouth full of cock, and she licks her chops, getting surrounded by all that man meat, taking turns stroking and sucking them all, diving her head into their crotches.

"Stroke it, stroke it," the men demand to Miyeon. "Fuck her face, fuck her face," they say as Miyeon gags on their cocks one by one. "You wanna fuck my face too?" she asks the next guy, who answers her question with hard thrusts in her mouth.

"I want it all the way down," Miyeon says as each guy gets a turn to shove their cocks down her throat while you just watch. "Tell me how hard you want to fuck my slutty face," she continues as Miyeon remains surrounded by multiple hard cocks. "Are you happy?" you get to ask her as lots of spit cover her face. "Very, are you?" she replies.

"Looks like you have what you want," you tell her. "I do," Miyeon says. "Lots of cocks in my mouth," she continues. "You look so beautiful; do what makes you happy; show me what makes you happy," you say to her. "Can't you tell?" she pokes again. "Show him, come on," the other guys tell her.

"Give me, give me, give me all of it," Miyeon says. She really wants you to feel jealous of all those cocks pounding her face like animals as she spits all over them. "Show me what a good girl you are," a guy tells her as Miyeon holds her breath and dives her head fully into the crotch of every man in that circle. You can't help but find it hot, masturbating as you watch her taking on all those cocks but not joining the circlejerking.

"All the way down," Miyeon begs of all those cocks. "You want cum all over your fucking face?" the guys rhetorically ask, making her smile. It doesn't take long for multiple shots of sperm to start flying into it. "Here it comes, baby," the guys announce as they cover Miyeon full of cum, some of them ejaculating more than once into her beautiful face as their semen also drips into her chest.

"I saved the best for last," Miyeon says as the five men are done cumming in her. She looks at you as the other guys have already started to live. "You wish I wouldn't do it?" she asks. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist," she says. "This is who I am, a 24/7 free use fucktoy," she continues.

"No, I want you to do this again, and again, and again, for the rest of your life, but with me leading the way," you tell her, kissing her cum-filled face as she already jerks your cock off. 

"You know what else I want? For you to get on your fucking knees," you say to Miyeon, spitting on her face. "Do it again," she demands. "Ohhh, do it again? You dirty giri," you say as you repeat it. "I love how you're such a fucking dirty bitch; now suck my cock," you tell her, choking Miyeon. "Say it again," she replies. And you do just that.

You dunk Miyeon's face right into your crotch, eager to prove no one can fuck it better than you. "There is my fucking girl," you say, spanking her ass to make her gag on your cock after a long deepthroat. "Look at me, bitch, show me you're my fucktoy," you say. "I don't look at anybody the way I look at you; I'm your dirty whore," she says.

You wrap Miyeon's fallen top around her neck, using it to choke her as you keep fucking her face. "Smile, you dirty bitch, smile while you choke on my dick," you say to her. Soon, you slap her. "You love to fucking taste that cock, don't you, bitch?" you ask her.

"I LOVE TASTING THAT COCK," Miyeon screams. You slap your shaft on her slutty face, and she gags all over that dick. "That's my fucking girl," you say as she deepthroats you. But you want more.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna fuck me like a bitch?" she asks as you put her body on top of the table, furiously hammering her pussy and spanking her ass, making her cheeks clap. "TREAT ME LIKE YOUR FUCKING TOY; I'M YOUR FUCKING TOY," she says. "I just can't get enough of that pussy," you say.

"Use my holes; tell me how much you like," Miyeon begs as you spank her ass with your cock stuffed deep in her cunt. "I fucking love it, you dirty little whore," you say as you spit on her face again and cover her mouth.

"Give me more," Miyeon says as she turns around and invites you for more. "Put your face in my fucking pussy; use my fucking pussy," she commands as you keep spitting on her. You lay her body on the table and eat it out like an animal. "Good boy, tell me how much you want to use it," Miyeon says as you turn into a savage, tonguing her cunt nonstop and breathing all over her clit.

Miyeon moans as you lick her folds. You get rougher as you spank her thighs and grope her tits while doing so. "Leave your marks all over me," she tells you. "Fuck, I had enough of pleasing you; I'm gonna use that sex doll body to please me," you tell her, sticking your cock back in her wet pussy.

"YES, YES, YES, EVERY INCH OF YOU BALLS DEEP, BALLS FUCKING DEEP IN MY PUSSY," Miyeon screams as you get more and more animalesque with her. "Look at my eyes while you fuck my pussy; look how much I want it," she begs. "God, why don't you shut up? You're just a piece of meat for me to stick my cock at," you talk trash to her.

"Dirty little fucking slut," you say as you keep pounding Miyeon, your hands all over her clit as she looks at you with naughty, sexy eyes. For every time you kiss her, you spit twice in her face. And Miyeon wants more.

"I'm your whore; I'm all yours," she says as you carry her and start fucking her with her body up in the air, only held by your huge cock. You put her back on the ground and massage her clit further. "Right there, right there," she says in between more moans.

Miyeon nearly loses her balance as you play with her throbbing clit. You get her back on the table and this time fuck her sideways, attacking her pussy faster than ever and making her boobs bounce even harder. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," you say to her. "Oh, please, do it; I love it," she says.

Groaning like a savage and choking Miyeon like she's your bitch, you just can't stop using her little pink cunt. "You cock is so hard inside my pussy, I can feel it throbbing. Can you feel my pussy throbbing for it?" She talks dirty to you, and the more she does, the more you want to keep using her.

"I want to keep coming back to this cock every day for the rest of my life," Miyeon claims. "Then show me," you say as you put it close to her face. Miyeon already bobs her head, taking the opportunity to taste her juices out of it to the fullest, taking your cock balls deep in her mouth.

You quickly end her fun and go back to use her pussy. "Tell me what I am." Miyeon asks you. "A dirty fucking whore," you say as you spank her ass and pull her hair. "YES, YES, YES, YES," she screams as you stretch her cunt out. "My perfect little fuckdol," you say.

After a little break, you come back with more hard fucking. "Pull my hair, please," Miyeon begs and gets it. "Do whatever you want to me; I'm your fucking toy; treat me like a little whore, please, please," she continues. You do it just like that. "Choke me and tell me how much you want me to cum on your cock," she continues. 

Miyeon struggles to breathe as your cock uses her pussy all the way deep. You stop a bit to look at her begging face, getting increasingly sweaty in the summer heat. "I want you to own me," Miyeon says. "I own you," you exclaim. 

"I'm yours; I'm fucking yours," Miyeon says as you fuck her slow in a standing position. "Nice and slow," she says. As soon as she does, you go rough and fast. "Nice and slow what?" you poke her. "AH YES, YES, I FEEL YOUR BALLS HITTING MY CLIT AND IT FEELS SO GOOD," Miyeon screams as you lift her right leg to play with her clit as your balls keep hitting it.

After you're done, you put Miyeon back on her knees and get ready to feed your cock to her once again. "Put it in your mouth," you order. "What if I say no?" she asks you. "You have no say; you're my free use slut; open your mouth," you tell her, fucking her face once again. "Say no to me, ooops, you can't," you poke fun of her as her cheeks turn red and you stuff Miyeon's mouth full of cock.

"Get on the floor, on all fours," you demand of Miyeon. Without any warning, you stick your cock inside her asshole. "OH MY GOD!" Miyeon screams as you destroy her ass, which was still recovering from the pounding you gave her a couple days ago. "OH MY GOD JUST LIKE THAT STRETCH MY TINY LITTLE ASS," she screams as you fuck it hard and pull her hair. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," you tell Miyeon as you keep fucking her ass. "No one ever felt this good inside me before," she says. You pull out for a couple seconds, and she gets upset. "Why did you take it out?" she asks you. "You want it back in, you dirty greedy little bitch?" you ask back. "Yes, I can't get enough of you," Miyeon replies.

And you can't get enough of Miyeon's asshole, topping her like a bull full of rage and wrapping your hands all over her body. "I love the way you fuck my ass like a good boy," she says. "Then you're gonna like it even better when I fuck it like a bad boy," you reply.

Miyeon lowers her head, allowing you to stomp your right foot on it as you angle your cock back into her ass. "You own me," Miyeon says as she laughs and licks the dirty floor. "I do, right?" you reply, shoving her head into the floor as you pound her butthole until you get tired.

You lie on the table to get some deserved rest, letting Miyeon massage your balls as you jerk your cock off. "Which hole do you wanna put it?" she asks you. "The one closest to it," you say, placing it in her mouth, staying with it for a minute before Miyeon crawls on top of your body and puts it back in her ass to ride it, easily sliding it inside her thanks to all the spit she left over your cock.

"That's your fucking cock; ride it, bitch," you tell Miyeon, who goes crazy as you two keep getting entangled in an endless loop of debauchery. Miyeon spits on your face. "Who told you to do that, bitch?" you ask her. "You're my fucking slut, a slave to my fucking cock," you say as you know thrust upwards, choking Miyeon and pounding her ass nonstop, her body completely engulfed in sweat as you take her hard and deep.

Miyeon and you have fucked for 30 intense minutes, but still try to find every last drop of energy to continue. You smack your balls against her asscheeks and turn her into a human fuckhole. "GIVE ME MORE COCK, I WANT MORE," Miyeon screams as you keep fucking her like crazy.

You then flip things around, getting back on top of Miyeon and flipping back to her pussy while fingering it. "I know you can feel my fucking pussy gripping your cock," Miyeon says. You take it slow this time, looking at her sexy eyes. "You're my free use slut; I'm gonna destroy your useless pussy for the rest of my life," you promise her. "Close your eyes and feel the power of my throbbing cock inside you," you keep going.

"Just spread your fucking legs for me; you're going to do that to me every single day starting today," you tell her. "Oh, please, I love to feel you all the way deep into my cervix," Miyeon says. "Look at that perfect pussy; I wonder how many cocks went in there before mine, cause you're such a whore," you say to Miyeon. "I stopped counting a long time ago," she says back.

You give Miyeon's pussy one last rough pounding. "No one fucks me like you do; nobody uses me like this," she says as you hit her all the way into her cervix. "YES, YES, YES, FUCKING USE MY HOLES," she screams as you choke her. "This is why I'm always gonna come back to you; nobody fills my pussy the way you do AHHHHHH," Miyeon keeps saying.

"DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER," Miyeon screams as you push her to the limit. "Will you cum for me?" she asks. "Yes. You know what I want?" you reply. "I want to do what those guys did in front of me, and cum all over your face," you continue as you slap Miyeon's face. "Then, you'll go to my home, and I'll use your pussy once again,"  you continued.

"Yes, use my pussy, use my pussy, use me like I am your pocket pussy, use me like a fucking toy, and then cum all over my face," Miyeon begs. "You stretch my pussy so good," she continues. 

Miyeon twists in orgasm as you pull your cock out to blow your load in the last remaining hole, coating her face with your semen to show your ownership of that little fucktoy. 

"Cho Miyeon, you're all mine now," you say, spitting on her face for one final time.

And just like that, Miyeon's fate was sealed. Every morning, she would get fed with cock in her mouth, then her pussy and her ass. Again, and again, and again. Her job settled: be your fucktoy for the rest of her life.

[faggotblvd]

drabble about fucking logan (wolverine) because @embry-garrick implanted it into my brain

synopsis: holy shit u have a big dick n logan is having a field day

cw: riding, size kink, pain kink, reader has a huge dick, anal sex, no prep by choice, unsubstantial lube by choice, unprotected sex by choice, subtop logan dombot reader, established relationship, first time (in the relationship), 2nd person

dni minors, fems/mlm fetishizers, etc

You knew you were massive, that's why way back in high school you were pressured to join sports. You had admirers from both sexes and people would jump at the opportunity to date you in hope that you were as big down there as you were, body wise.

You were, and unfortunately scared off many potential fuck buddies with your size. You vividly remember an ex walking out mid make-out session when they saw your dick, and the situation you were in now was strikingly similar.

That train of thought was bouncing through your head like a pinball machine as you multitasked getting hot and heavy with Logan on the foot of his bed.

"You're distracted. Come on, focus, it's like kissing a brick wall," Logan complained gruffly, hands tangled in your hair as he bit playfully at your jawline to snap you out of whatever thoughts you were in.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry. Maybe we're going a little fast?" you suggested, meeting his lips again as you attempted to focus on him.

"You're fuckin' kidding me. No, we've been dating for months, I'm ready," Logan disagreed. "You got something you're worried about?"

"No," you muttered, shaking your head to get the thoughts out. You steeled yourself to focus and gripped Logan's waist to pick him up and move him into your lap. He eagerly ground down onto your quickly hardening cock, groaning into your mouth as he felt the pants you were in tighten.

Logan quickly took off his own shirt and hurried to remove yours. Once the clothing was gone, he abandoned kissing your lips to kiss your neck and moved down your collar. He sighed and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt both of your hands snake in two different directions; one down to squeeze his ass and the other up to grip his hair.

"Need you. Been waiting long enough, want you in me. Wanna ride you," he whispered into your ear.

"Logan, I'm big," you warned warily, earning a confused pause.

"Big? Damn right you are. What's your point?" he grumbled, trying to get back to imminently fucking.

"My dick is big. I've had people up and leave because of it, so—"

"Well aren't you self-assured? Babe, let me judge if I want to get fucked or not," Logan answered playfully as he pressed tender kisses over your jawline to make up for the bites. "C'mon. You think I'm shy of a big dick?"

As you tugged off his pants, he undid your button to reciprocate and froze as he stared at your half-hard cock straining the fabric of your boxers.

"What's that, six inches? I mean, I can take it," he huffed, his face a mask of bravado. He pulled your pants all the way off and swallowed. "Okay... little more than six inches..."

Logan stroked you to hardness, muttering out quiet curses and "come on, come on... fuck," as he was eager to feel you. You were completely hard in just a few strokes, but his rough hand and the lack of any lubricant made you shy from the touch.

"Logan? Lube?" You reminded, to which he growled.

"Don't need it, bub."

"Yes you do! At the very least, I need it!" You protested.

"Relax," he rolled his eyes and attempted to take you in his mouth, but instead just let some spit dribble down since he'd ravish you with his mouth later. "Happy?"

"Let me prep you."

"Hell no."

Logan pushed your shoulders to the bed and hovered over you, to which you fished in your pants for a condom. "No condom, Lo,"

"Good."

"Go get one."

"Hell no," he repeated.

"You're gonna tear yourself," you said, sitting up.

"I can take it. I can take you. Just lay down," Logan demanded, to which you scoffed.

"Fine. It's not my bed that's getting blood all over, anyways."

Logan perched over you and lined your dick up, hissing as the wet head grazed his hole. "You're gonna be the end of me..."

"Fuck... fuck! Slower!" You demanded, worrying for Logan's poor body despite the fact that he healed instantaneously.

Among the shrill gasps and low groans, Logan uttered out a gravelly, "Please, just let me have this. You're splitting me in half, fuck, [Y/n], you're gonna make me cum like a virgin."

You grabbed Logan's hips and forced him to slow down, he was barely even a third of the way down and already tears were collecting in his eyes. "Easy, Logan," you said, but he suddenly grabbed your wrists and forced himself down to the base of your cock, a punched-out moan escaping his throat followed by a series of whimpers and gasps as he caught his breath. A hot stream of cum spurted from his unattended cock and onto your chest.

"Logan? You're bleeding. And you came..."

"I don't care. Fuck me like a man," Logan rasped out as he steeled himself to begin moving his hips.

[runningincircl3s]

Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 4

the series masterlist is here and you can join the taglist here :)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, use of sex toys, outdoors sex?, tiniest bit of anal..? uhh there's probably more, this parts actually kinda wild… and not edited properly...

holy hell... I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT AGAIN!! this has taken me so long to write, partially because i'm a chronic procrastinator and also because i HATE proof reading my own smut... i was originally going to post this in two parts because it's a super long chapter, but then i kinda ran out of ideas for a second part lmao

p.s this is the longest thing i've ever written and i'm not too sure how i feel about it but i'm posting it anyway just because i've been writing this for a whole month and i don't want to rewrite it :( i'll edit it properly at some point and i'll probably feel happier with it!

The house was too quiet…

Your parents had left in a rush that morning, rushing to catch their separate flights for work trips, leaving the mess at home behind without a second thought. They hadn’t expected you to clean, hadn’t even asked, but you’d spent all day scrubbing, tidying, sorting, because the idea of living in their mess for a week was worse than the effort it took to fix it.

Now, it was well past 11 p.m., and you were curled up on the couch in the exact position you’d collapsed into hours ago, after finally giving up on trying to scrub the old wine stain out of the carpet. Your oversized shirt had slipped down one shoulder, your legs bare, wearing nothing else besides your soft, worn cotton underwear. Your hair messy, eyes heavy. You could've fallen asleep, but you were waiting for his text.

And your phone was still quiet. It had been for hours.

You checked it again, thumb hovering like maybe this time it would buzz with a message.

But nope. Nothing.

You weren’t mad. Just tired, and a little let down. Noah was supposed to come over tonight, and staying with you for the week. You’d been looking forward to it all day- his voice, his presence, the way he made you feel like you could just be yourself.

You dropped the phone back onto the coffee table with a quiet sigh and closed your eyes. The room dimmed, faded. Your breath began to slow...

Buzz. Buzz.

Your eyes fluttered open. You reached for the phone.

Noah: Shit… Just got out of the studio. I’m so sorry, we lost track of time.

Noah: Do you still want me to come over?

Your fingers moved before you even thought:

You: Please!! It’s been a long day. I need you.

You didn’t see his reply. You’d already drifted off, your phone resting on your chest where it slipped from your hand.

You only woke when you heard the front door open. The sound of keys, the soft click of the door shutting.

“Noah?” You mumbled, your voice hoarse and barely awake.

“Hey." Came his soft voice, footsteps padding toward you.

You blinked up at him. He crouched in front of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I’m the worst. I didn’t mean to let you wait this long.”

“You’re not,” you whispered, sitting up. “You’re here now.”

He nodded and sat beside you, pulling you into his side without hesitation.

“You look exhausted,” he murmured, "Long day?"

“Yeah.” You didn’t even try to hide it. “I’ve been cleaning since noon. They left the place a disaster.”

He kissed the side of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve ditched the session and come to help.”

“You were busy,” you said, tilting your face toward him. “Long day too?”

He nodded.

“Yeah... But this? Right here, right now? This is what I’ve been waiting for all day.”

You sighed into him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

A soft silence settled between the two of you, until Noah turned to face you, his lips brushing your hairline as he whispered.

“I wanna take care of you… you’ve done enough for one day.”

You nodded, and let your eyes close again as his hand found your thigh, stroking slow, soothing patters up and down your skin. Your body relaxed, sinking into him. His touch was warm and gentle, fingertips brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“Come on,” he whispered, helping you up. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you moved through the dark house together, soft footed and quiet until you reached your bedroom. You winced when he flicked on the main light by instinct, and he quickly apologised, switching it off again as you turned on your bedside lamp, casting a softer glow over the two of you.

You climbed under the covers with a sigh, sinking into the pillows. Noah peeled off his shirt and skinny jeans, dropping them in the corner, leaving him in just his boxers, before climbing under the sheets with you. His warmth enveloped you immediately.

“You really cleaned all day?” He asked, voice low as his fingers traced over your shoulder beneath the loose fabric of your shirt.

“Yeah. Cleaned stuff. Moved stuff. Did all the laundry. Look, I even put my plushies in the corner and put the good pillows on your side of the bed.”

He chuckled softly.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, watching his face in the golden glow of your lamp. “You’re staying all week. Wanna make it feel like it’s yours too.”

He looked at you then, and something in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re too good to me." He said.

You smiled faintly, tracing the edge of his jaw with your fingertips.

“I just missed you… I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I missed you more.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. And then, softer, he whispered, “You know what I missed the most?”

You barely managed a sleepy hum.

“The way you sound when I touch you...”

You shivered under his touch as his hand trailed down again, sliding beneath your shirt, warm palm smoothing over your stomach before dipping under the waistband of your underwear.

His lips brushed under your ear.

“Let me take care of you tonight. You’ve done enough.”

“Please.” You gave the smallest nod, eyes fluttering shut again.

And then his fingers found you, already soft, warm, and aching.

“Always so wet for me,” he whispered. “And we've got all week for this.”

“God, I can't wait...” You mumbled, though you were barely clinging to consciousness, your body pliant and loose under his touch.

He kissed your lips, deep and slow, while his fingers stroked you in lazy circles, every movement gentle. Like he had nowhere else to be, he just wanted to take his time, he wanted to feel every second this with you.

Your hips rocked into his hand, a quiet whimper escaping your throat. He shushed you sweetly, kissing your neck as he slipped two long fingers inside you, curling them just right.

Your thighs trembled a little, your hand finding his arm, your breath catching as his thumb worked your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just let go, baby... I got you.”

And so you did. A soft cry, barely louder than a breath, left your lips, your body trembled, and you tightened around his fingers.

Noah kept his forehead pressed to yours, kissing you gently through it, murmuring praise as your body relaxed again.

Slowly, he eased his fingers out and cleaned them with his mouth, humming faintly. You were barely conscious by now, eyelids fluttering.

He shifted just enough to pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. His cock hard, pressed painfully against your thigh, but he didn’t move.

“You’re out, aren’t you?” He whispered, smiling as you gave no answer. Just a little peaceful sigh.

You were asleep.

He kissed your jaw, then tucked his face into your neck.

"All week with you..." He smiled against your skin.

And then he held you, just like that. Still hard, his cock aching, but he was still content.

Because after a long week, you were his favourite place to rest, too.

...

Day One

You woke to the smell of something buttery and sweet.

The sunlight came through your blinds in delicate slats, warming the sheets where your body had long since shifted in search of the familiar weight that had disappeared from your side. You stirred, stretching with a groggy yawn, and reached for the cool side of the bed, to find it empty.

But then the door creaked open.

Noah stepped in, shirtless, long hair messy from sleep, carrying a tray with two mugs, a plate stacked with pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup clutched in his teeth.

You blinked up at him, still half asleep.

“Wow... should I get used to this?” You chuckled, sitting up slowly as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes.

He laughed around the bottle, setting the tray carefully on your lap.

“You think I was gonna let you survive off pop tarts for a week?”

You smiled, rubbing your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said, settling beside you. “And last night proved it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry I passed out so fast. I wanted to stay awake for you.”

He nudged your shoulder gently.

“You don’t ever have to apologise for being exhausted. You worked your ass off yesterday.”

“Still. I literally must've fell asleep mid orgasm. You didn't even... get anything.”

"It's okay," he chuckled, "I've never fingered anyone to sleep before, it was kinda hot."

You smacked his thigh, laughing as he handed you your coffee.

“You’re such a menace.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, “But I made you blueberry pancakes.”

You both dug in, legs brushing under the sheets. The quiet was soft, punctuated only by syrupy bites and the occasional sleepy smile passed between you.

When the plate was nearly empty, he nudged you again.

“So... Anything you wanna do today?”

You licked syrup from your thumb and looked him dead in the eye.

“Yeah. You.”

"Damn," his brows lifted, and he couldn't hide his grin, "That was direct.”

You shrugged innocently.

“I’m rested now.”

"I know." He leaned in, kissing your cheek. “That actually reminds me, I bought something for you... It's still in my car.”

You tilted your head, intrigued.

“What kind of something?”

“You’ll see." He said with a smirk, "Just give me a second.”

You slid out of bed, careful with the tray, and padded barefoot downstairs to rinse off the dishes. The water ran over your hands as you heard the front door open and Noah’s footsteps on the gravel outside. You dried your hands quickly, the curiosity growing louder.

By the time he returned, you were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He shut the door behind him with his shoulder, holding a small black box tucked under one arm.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Is that for me?”

“Mhmm,” he said, smirking slightly. “Something I’ve been thinking about getting you for a while. Wasn’t sure if it’d be too much, but… after the last night at my place?” He held it out. “Figured you might like it.”

You took the box from his hands slowly, glancing up at him before opening it.

Neatly nestled inside, was a toy?

It was realistic. A light flesh toned. Veined, soft silicone, lifelike in the curve of the shaft and the shape of the head. Slightly smaller than him, but detailed, with a smooth base and a small button where the vibrations would activate, and it came with a remote.

Your mouth parted.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s a little smaller than me,” he said, suddenly sheepish. “Bit shorter, not as thick, so it's less intense.” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding your eyes.

How have you made Noah Sebastian, your best friend, certified slut in your hometown, blush over a sex toy.

“Last time we tried… at my place… I know it hurt. I hated seeing you uncomfortable. So I figured this might help. You could get used to the stretch at your own pace. No pressure... And it doubles as a vibrator.” He chuckled.

You blinked down at the toy again, your heart clenching at how thoughtful that was, in a rather strange way. He remembered. He noticed. And instead of pulling away, or letting it scare him off, he’d taken the time to find a way to make it better for you.

“Noah,” you whispered, stunned. “This is… this is insane.”

His expression shifted, nervous now.

“Insane bad?”

“No,” you breathed. “It's... hot. You got me this...? For that reason?”

“Well, yeah,” he murmured, stepping in closer. “And because, y'know, I can’t always be here. Figured this way, when you need something, or someone, you don’t have to wait for me. And maybe… it’ll help you, you could kinda get used to it so it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

You could barely breathe. The sincerity of it all lodged deep in your chest.

“I don’t even know what to say...” You murmured, eyes still on the box.

He gently took it from your hands, setting it down on the kitchen island. Then his arms were around your waist, drawing you in.

“You don’t have to say anything yet,” he said, voice low. “I can show you how to use it... if you want.”

You looked up at him, heart fluttering.

“Oh, I want.”

His fingers gripped your hips tighter. The air between you grew heavier, slower, tighter.

But just as he bent down to kiss you-

Your phone buzzed.

You blinked, glancing toward the counter. The screen lit up with a message.

Folio: hey u home? noah told us he's staying with u this week. me n matt wanna come over. u got snacks?

Noah saw it too and groaned softly.

"Tell them we're not here."

You stifled a laugh, biting your lip.

"Folio lives down the road, he'll see your car."

"We could've walked somewhere! C'mon-"

"Noah, we have all week," you smiled, "One afternoon with your friends over just means they won't turn up unannounced later."

He leaned his forehead against yours with a dramatic sigh.

"Fine." He said, pulling away slowly with one last squeeze to your waist, “But once they leave, we're going straight up to your bed."

"Once they're gone..." you smirked, a hand on his chest as you looked up into his eyes, "We could even try it out on the couch."

Noah's face flushed, you watched his eyes darken and his breathing slow.

"What have I turned you into."

...

The guys had been here for a while now, and you could tell Noah was getting restless. You all played halo for a bit, and were now in the middle of watching a movie. Folio was shovelling popcorn into his mouth when he suddenly blurted,

“Do you think Beth would go out with me?”

You blinked, trying to act surprised.

“Beth? My Beth?”

“Obviously not his Beth, genius.” Matt snorted, not even looking away from the game.

You smacked his arm, then turned to Folio with a grin.

“Wait. Are you being serious?”

Folio shrugged like it was no big deal, but his ears went a little red.

“Yeah, I mean… she’s hot, she's cool, but she's kinda intimidating. I dunno, that's whay I thought I'd ask you first. I was thinking maybe I’d ask her to get drinks or something.”

You gasped.

“Yes, oh my god, you have to! She would love that... She’s been asking about you, actually.”

"Really?" His brows lifted.

“Really.” You grinned.

“Shit.” He leaned back, puffing out his cheeks. “Okay. Cool. No pressure.”

Noah, sitting next to you on the couch, shot you a look that said are we really doing this now, but you were beaming.

The night carried on with more trash talk, half-finished snacks, and plenty of laughter. But eventually, the mood started to lull, Matt yawned, then Folio yawned, and eventually, they decided it was time to leave. They thanked you for the snacks, and Folio thanked you for the advice.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, a heavy silence settled in the room, and then Noah practically pounced. He strode past you and yanked the curtains closed with one swift tug.

“Finally.” He muttered under his breath, then he turned, grinning like the devil himself.

You tried to hide your smirk as you headed towards the kitchen, to the island, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“You've been so patient.” You chuckled.

“Barely.” His voice had already dropped an octave, low and rough. “You said you’d use it on the couch.”

“I did,” you said sweetly, lifting the box like it weighed nothing and bringing it back into the living room. “So? Are you gonna teach me how to use it, or what?”

Noah didn’t answer. He just closed the distance between you in two long strides.

“Sit,” he said, voice all grit and command. “Now.”

You did.

He reached past you, pulled the toy from the box, and turned itover in his hand, inspecting it carefully before glancing up at you with a raised brow.

“I’ll go clean it first.”

You blinked.

“Now?”

“Yeah, now. Hygiene's important, baby,” he said, very matter of factly, but his eyes were dark. “Especially with anything going in you.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at how casual he made it sound, like he was just taking care of you, because he was.

He padded into the kitchen, cleaned it thoroughly, and wiped it down with a cloth he warmed under hot water. He returned a minute later, eyes dropping between your legs, still crouched slightly to look at you.

“Okay. Lie back,” he murmured. “And touch yourself for me.”

You stared.

“Don’t be shy. I want you warmed up for it. You need to be wet, or else it'll hurt.” He sat beside you now, legs spread lazily, one arm draped over the back of the couch. “You can do that, can’t you? Let me watch you get yourself ready to take it?”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“Yeah… I mean- yeah.”

You lay back against the pillows and slipped out of your shorts and panties, before reaching back down, breath shaky, your fingers finding their way between your thighs. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, eyes locked to your every movement like it was the only thing that mattered.

But you were already too in your head.

You rubbed slowly, trying to find just the right amount of pressure, but it just wasn’t right. The anticipation was working you up, making everything harder. You already knew your fingers wouldn't be enough, you were aching for more and if anything they only made it worse.

You let out a frustrated breath and tilted your head toward him.

“It’s not working again.” You groaned.

“Hey, hey. That’s okay.” He said, his voice gentle as he moved closer to you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he was already moving, gently pushing your hand aside.

“Let me.” He whispered.

You nearly whined.

He moved so he was now knelt on the floor between your legs, fingers gliding softly over your thighs, holding them open.

“Fuck,” he breathed, looking up at you as he traced two fingers over your folds, aready making you gasp. He used his thumbs to part you softly, and whisper, “Look at this… She’s perfect.”

The tip of his finger traced slow, teasing circles over your clit, and you saw him smirk to himself as you lifted your hips, chasing the feeling.

He shifted slightly, playing with your clit with his thumb with one hand, whilst he slipped his index finger of the other into you slowly…

“Shit... she’s sucking on my fingers like she knows what’s coming.”

He slowly worked the one long finger in and out, taking in how slick it was on the way out, and groaning at how warm you were as he slipped it inside, a second finger joining the first.

“You think this toy’s gonna help you take me, baby?” he asked softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. “I think it will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to feel you lose your mind on something almost as big as me.” You didn’t beed to look up at him to see the dirty smirk on his face.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he took the toy in his hand. Then, softly, like he was asking you to do the most natural thing in the world, he said

“Open your mouth.”

You blinked, looking up at him as if to say really?

“You should know how it feels first, don’t you think? Before I slide it into this sweet little pussy.”

He brought the tip to your mouth, and you took it in slowly, the shape familiar but not exact, still, the feel of it on your tongue made heat travel down your spine. It was warm now, from his hands, and as you sucked, your eyes glanced down...

His cock was hard. So hard you could see the tension in how he held himself, knuckles pale against his thigh, jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, watching your lips around the toy, sucking and licking it like it was his. “That’s so dirty. So good.”

He pulled it from your mouth with a soft pop and leaned in to kiss you, deep and hot and needy, letting out that soft groan he made whenever you let him take control.

“Lie back again, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “Legs open for me.”

You obeyed without hesitation.

Noah sat between your thighs again, kissed up the inside of your leg, and clicked the toy on. He pressed the vibrating tip of it gently to your clit, just enough to tease, not to overwhelm.

The vibration sent a shock through you. Your breath caught as your hips bucked so slightly.

“Feel good?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, breathlessly.

“So good... Noah…”

But just when the feeling was starting to build, when you thoight he might let you cum first like this, he turned it off.

“No!” You almost whined.

He just grinned, the smug bastard.

“Patience,” he said, kissing your hip. “You’ll thank me.”

He angled the toy lower, sliding the tip between your folds.

“Deep breath for me, baby... if you want to stop, you tell me. If it's too much or you want me to go slower, you tell me.”

"Yes..." You muttered, breathless.

And then he eased the tip in, his thumb working your clit at the same time, hoping the pleasure would overtake any pain.

“Oh my god-” you moaned, the stretch making your walls flutter already.

“Fuck,” he rasped, watching your body take it. “You feel that? Baby, that’s just the tip...”

You clenched around it instinctively, and he stroked your thigh, soothing you.

“You're taking it soo well,” he said, voice low and ragged. “You're so wet... so ready."

You whimpered, legs trembling as he pushed it in a little further, slow and careful, until it was halfway in. Your moan turned desperate, fingers digging into the cushions.

“More?” he asked, his eyes molten. “You want more?”

You nodded, already ruined.

“Please, Noah.”

Noah pushed the toy deeper, inch by inch, his eyes locked on your face as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured. “Taking it all…”

When it was finally fully nestled inside, he paused.

And he just held it there.

You squirmed almost immediately, overwhelmed by how full you felt, how warm the silicone had become inside you, and how right it felt inside. You hadn’t felt anything inside you besides his fingers since your first time, you almost forgot how it felt.

But still, the toy didn’t move, Noah didn’t let it, which only made the ache more maddening.

“Noah, please!”

“I know,” he said, stroking your thigh with the backs of his fingers. “It’s a lot. Gotta get your pussy used to it first, though.”

He leaned in, kissed the inside of your knee.

“Gotta stretch you out so next time, when it’s me, you won’t feel any pain. Just this...”

You clenched around the toy instinctively, desperate for friction. Your hands gripped the couch cushion behind you, hips rocking up just enough to feel it shift inside you.

“No,” he said gently, pressing his hand to your hip to still you. “Let it sit there. Just get used to it...”

You whined, frustrated.

He smiled, that evil smirk, and his thumb brushed over your clit again.

“Patience, baby. Trust me. You’ll thank me when you cum harder than ever.”

A minute passed. Then another.

You were throbbing, the ache was becoming unbearable. And it wasn’t until your eyes began to well with overwhelmed tears, he whispered.

“Okay. Hold this for me quickly.”

You blinked.

“What?”

He gently guided your hand down, curling your fingers around the base of the toy.

“I need to grab a towel,” he said, standing. “You’re already making a mess, and I’m not letting you ruin your parents’ couch.”

Your mouth fell open, stunned at the casual filth of that sentence.

Noah turned, walked toward the hallway, and looked over his shoulder.

“Keep it inside. Don’t move it, cos I’ll know if you did.”

The second he disappeared, you whined helplessly, gripping the toy in place, hips rolling as your body tried to chase more friction, and even just that simple movement felt delicious.

By the time he came back with a towel in his hand, you were flushed and trembling.

He took one look at you and grinned.

“You followed directions.” He murmured approvingly.

“Barely.”

He laid the towel out beneath your hips, gently repositioning you until you were right where he wanted you, legs open, flushed and wanting.

Then, without a word, he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.

His hand returned to the base of the toy, and he started to move it.

Slow, little thrusts at first, just enough to tease as he got you used to the feeling.

Your body arched, the feeling addictive now that it moved, your moan echoing off the living room walls.

“That’s it,” Noah whispered. “Be as loud as you want… it’s just us.”

He leaned forward, his other hand that had been pressed down on your lower belly to keep you still moved, and his thumb began to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped, nails digging into his arm, your thighs trembled, your back arched, and he didn’t stop, just gave you more.

He whispered through it, the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard falling from his lips.

“So perfect… Wish you could see how she takes it, fuck, you’re clenching so tight. You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

You whimpered something unintelligible.

“Shhh, I know, baby. Just let it happen. Just feel all of it, it's good, huh?”

He moved faster now, careful but relentless, the toy stroking every inch of your walls while his thumb traced circles over your clit, and it was too much.

You broke with a cry, body trembling under him, your orgasm crashing over you hard and fast like a tidal wave.

Noah whispered sweet praises through it all, telling you how good you were, how beautiful you looked like this, how he couldn’t wait to feel you fall apart like that around him next time.

And when it was over, when you lay there shaking, he pulled the toy out carefully and slowly, then set it aside, and cradled you against his chest.

You didn’t have the strength to speak. You wanted to thank him, to tell him how good it was- though you guessed he already knew. So you just curled into him and sighed, heart pounding, pussy still pulsing from how good it had felt. And Noah just held you until you were ready to move again.

A couple minutes passed and you stirred a little in his arms, cheek pressed against his chest, still flushed and glowing from everything he'd just done to you.

But then as you shifted slighlty, you felt it.

Pressed firm against your thigh.

He was still hard.

“You really watched all that and didn’t cum?” You smirked against his skin.

He let out a soft laugh.

“Barely. I was this close.”

“Seriously?” You tilted your head up.

He gave you a look.

“Yes. I almost came in my pants. Had to breathe through it like I was in labour or some shit.”

You grinned, playful now, as your fingers danced over his chest.

“Well, we can’t have that...”

His brows lifted, caught off guard as you slid down between his legs, settling down on your knees on the floor.

“Wait-”

But you were already pulling at the waistband of his sweats.

He hissed softly as his cock sprang free, flushed, swollen, leaking. It looked painful.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight, and then you looked up at him. He looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, just by his balls.

“You don’t have to-”

“Noah, I want to.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

The first time you’d ever done this, a week ago, he’d been gentle. He was careful with you, and he talked you through every movement, stopping often to check you were okay.

But now?

Now you wanted to be more messy with it, you were desperate to taste him again, to see the effect you had on him.

You licked up his length, keeping your eyes on his, before wrapping your lips around the head, giving it a soft kiss, and then sucking him into your mouth.

“Jesus, fuck-” He groaned, already losing his mind.

You took more, hollowing your cheeks, letting your tongue swirl around him. He was salty, warm and perfect. Your hands curled around what you couldn’t take, stroking him as you sucked him harder, messier, leaving his dick coated in spit and precum.

“God, you’re getting so good at this.” He gasped, one hand sliding into your hair, not to push you, just anchoring himself.

The praise only made you more confident, and hungrier.

You moaned around him, watching how his thighs tensed, how his abs flexed, how his jaw clenched.

And then his voice broke, ragged and trembling.

“Fuck, baby... I’m not gonna last-”

Hearing how wrecked and desperate he sounded only made you work harder, wanting him to cum for you again.

He cursed, hips bucking once, making you take him deeper in your mouth, before he caught himself.

“You want me to come in your mouth this time?... think you can take it?”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips stretched around his cock, and nodded.

That did it for him.

His whole body trembled as he came, moaning your name, spilling his warmth down your throat.

You swallowed every drop, and kept sucking, milking him truly, until he gently tugged your hair, breathless.

“Fuck... Thank you.”

You pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips, flushed and smug.

Noah stared at you like he might combust.

“You just-”

“Swallowed,” you finished, proud, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. “And it felt good.”

He dragged you into his lap and kissed you breathlessly, his fingers cradling your jaw.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

"Seriously?" Your eyes narrowed in disbelief, "Out of everyone that's ever sucked your dick-"

"You know you're different, baby." He whispered, kissing your cheek, "You actually mean something to me."

...

Day Two

It was definitely past noon when you woke up, your body half draped over Noah’s in your bed. The room was warm, but the occasional breeze came in through the open window.

Noah was still asleep beneath you, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other under the pillow by his head. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath you, bare and warm beneath your cheek, and you lazily traced the lines of the ink on his skin.

Your thigh was resting in between his, tangled beneath the sheets. His body was warm beneath yours, and as you shifted ever so slightly, you suddenly became aware of two things.

One, you were still bare from the waist down.

Two, Noah was hard.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. He was still out cold, softly sleeping. His lips slightly parted, his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks liek he was dreaming.

You should leave him be, let him rest. It’s not often he gets the chance to sleep in.

But instead, your hips rocked ever so slightly, your core pulsing as you heard him groan in his sleep.

Still half asleep yourself, your hips moved again, this time a little more intentionally. Slow, gentle friction, just enough to get a little more of that sleepy contact. You weren’t even sure if you were doing it for you or for him. Probably both.

You felt him stir beneath you, a hand sliding up your back beneath your (his) shirt, palm splayed between your shoulder blades as he let out a groggy hum.

“Morning,” he rasped, his voice gravelly from sleep. “You tryna kill me, or…?”

You smiled, nose brushing against his collarbone.

“You’re the one poking me!”

“Natural reaction to waking up with you rubbing on me like a needy little-“

Before he could finish, his phone rang sharply on the nightstand. You both froze.

Noah groaned like he’d just been shot.

“No fucking way…” You watched him reach for it blindly, groaning again as he checked the screen. “It’s Folio.”

“What? Why’s he calling you at-“ you glanced at the clock, “…11:47?”

“Folio.” He answered with a sigh. “This better be important.” You could only hear Noah’s side of the call, but his expression immediately shifted from annoyance to something that resembled amusement. “You’re where?” He ran a hand down his face. “Dude. Are you serious? Who the fuck falls asleep on a stranger’s couch and gets kicked out by their parents?”

You sat up a little, snorting into the blanket.

“Yeah, fine, I’ll come and get you.” Noah sighed.

He hung up and flopped back into the pillow with a groan.

“What happened?” You asked, already grinning.

“He went to some party last night, got drunk, crashed on the couch. Turns out it was someone’s family home. The parents found him when they came home this morning and kicked him out.”

You tried not to laugh, but failed.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s sitting on the front porch like a stray cat.”

You collapsed back into the sheets, covering your face.

“God, I can’t believe this.”

Noah rolled over, nuzzling your neck with a dramatic sigh.

“We were literally about to have sleepy morning sex. Now I have to put on pants and rescue a moron.”

“Poor baby.” You teased, pouting as you stroked his hair gently.

“Don’t move… As soon as I get back we’re finishing what you started.”

“I won’t.” You kissed the top of his head. “Now go get your friend.”

After Noah got dressed and left, you stayed there, in bed, that ache only growing between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some kind of relief, but it was no good. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt pressed against your thigh.

You tried again to use your fingers, touching yourself to try to relieve the ache, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.

Your eyes drifted over to the nightstand, where the toy Noah had given you yesterday was tucked away.

He did say he got it for you for when you needed something, or someone.

With a sigh, you got up. You cleaned the toy, and lied back in your bed, legs spread, staring up at the ceiling like it might help you.

You reached down again, between your thighs, and you were certainly slick. You slid the tip of the toy through your folds, quite enjoying the way the head felt as it caught your clit. You found your hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, rocking with every move you made.

You angled it to your entrance, your eyes screwing shut as you eased it in... but surprisingly, it didn't hurt. There was still a slight sting, but once the tip had slipped in, you let out a breathy moan, feeling nothing but pleasure as the rest filled you.

Once the whole length of the toy was in, you felt your walls clench around it. It almost felt perfect...

With one hand holding the base of the toy, the other found your clit again, rubbing tight little circles as you began to ease the toy out, before pressing it back in again, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

The soft squelch of your arousal made you blush, even though you were the only one to hear. It was embarrassing how wet you were, how easy it was to imagine it was him instead. That it was Noah pushing into you, whispering things in your ear, calling you a good girl while his hands gripped your waist and guided every stroke, like he had done when it was your first time.

You whimpered, hips beginning to rise to meet the thrust of the toy, your fingers never easing on your clit. It felt good, so good, but still not quite good enough. Not as good as him.

Your legs trembled as you started to move faster, the toy gliding in and out with more ease now, your slick coating it completely. You moaned quietly, biting your lip, you were getting close, you could feel it building.

And then you heard the creak of the floorboards outside your room...

You jumped. The sudden sound pulled you out of the daze you were in, your eyes half lidded as you gazed towards your bedroom door.

Noah was back.

He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like he’d just run the whole way back.

His gaze dropped to between your thighs, the toy he had given you buried deep inside you, your fingers still rubbing your clit, and his expression changed in an instant.

“Oh, don’t stop.” He said, shutting the door behind him.

Your breath caught.

“Noah-”

He was already walking toward you, his eyes dark with something intense. Something possessive. Something only for you.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he murmured, dropping onto the bed beside you. “You were gonna cum without me? Let me miss all the fun?”

You couldn’t speak. You just whimpered, nodding helplessly.

He leaned closer, taking the toy from your hand and sliding it in deep, making you cry out.

"Since you clearly couldn’t wait,” he smirked, settling back against the pillows, “Then do it right.”

He carefully pulled the toy out, slick and warm, and guided it to sit between his legs and tapped the spot in front of him.

“Ride it for me.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Noah…”

He smiled, wicked and soft all at once.

“You said you wouldn’t move. So now you’re gonna ride this, and cum nice and messy for me.”

Still breathless, you nodded, climbing into his lap and straddling the toy between his thighs. He helped you to guide yourself back down onto it, gasping as it filled you again, and you felt it deeper this time.

Noah’s hands rested on your waist, grounding you.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice thick. “Just like that... Touch your clit again for me.”

You began to move, doing as he said with your eyes locked on his. Every rock of your hips dragged the toy just right against your walls, your clit rubbing deliciously against your palm as you worked yourself closer and closer...

And all the while, Noah watched you, a lazy expression on his face as he leaned back against the pillows, arms behind his head, just taking in the sight in front of him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, watching your body tremble. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for it.”

You didn't realise tears had slipped down your cheeks until Noah's thumb came up to wipe them. The pleasure was so overwhelming. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, hips still rocking, but your body trembling now, so so close to breaking.

Noah’s gaze never wavered, his eyes remained dark and intense, yet still full of admiration as he watched you. His cock was hard in his jeans, painfully so, and the sight made something flutter in your chest... a fierce, tender want to give back, to make him feel just as good as he always makes you.

Slowly, carefully, you slid your hand down, fingers trembling, hands a little shaky as they found the waistband of his jeans. You hesitated a moment, then unbuttoned them before gently pushing them down, freeing his cock.

“Can I?” You whispered, eyes searching his face for permission as you started to work his length with your hand, "I need it... Want to feel it in me again..."

"Are you sure, baby? Are you ready?" He asked, his voice cautious even as he bit back a groan.

"Yes... Please..."

He hesitated, just for a moment, then nodded, lips parted, voice rough.

"Okay... but take it slow, I don't want to hurt you."

With a shaky breath, you the toy out from between your folds, still slick and warm, and slid yourself down, inch by delicious inch, until you were fully seated on him. The heat of him filled you in a way no toy ever could.

A shudder rolled through your body as your hips adjusted to his length, the slow stretch pulling a gasp from your lips. Your hands found his shoulders, and Noah’s hands found your hips, steadying you, guiding you as you rocked gently back and forth.

“Shit... you feel so good,” he murmured against your skin, one hand trailing up your spine to cradle your neck. “You’re perfect.”

...

You weren’t sure how long you've been like this, pressed to his chest, legs still trembling slightly, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. Your legs were tangled with his, your inner thighs gooey, your bodies still slick, a reminder what just happened. Your cheek rested over his heartbeat, and you had never felt so safe.

Noah stroked your back slowly, fingertips barely there, drawing lazy shapes down your spine. One of his hands moved to gently cup the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair in a soothing rhythm. You melted into it, letting your weight fully settle on top of him.

“You okay?” He murmured, voice rough with tenderness.

You nodded against him.

“Mmhm... I don't think I've ever been better."

“Me too. That was…” He trailed off, hand still in your hair, lips grazing the side of your head. “You were so good, baby. Always are... I'm so lucky you trust me with this.”

Your throat felt a little tight. Not just from his praise, but the way he held you like he was never going to let go, like he wasn't just holding you for your pleasure, but his too. You reached down for the throw blanket at the edge of the bed and tugged it over the two of you.

He let you settle in, nuzzling into your shoulder now, his breath a warm against your skin as you shuffled closer to him.

Just as your eyes were fluttering shut, your phone began to ring from the nightstand.

You groaned quietly, half burying your face in Noah’s shoulder.

“Who the fuck…”

“Want me to check it?” He offered, but you reached for it blindly, blinking at the screen.

“Oh shit, it's dad." You muttered.

"Answer it, baby. Or he'll worry."

So you did, quickly hitting accept and trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sweetie,” came his familiar voice, full of warmth. “Just checking in. Everything okay? You doing alright by yourself?”

You sat up slightly, clearing your throat and glancing at Noah, who was watching you sleepily, still sprawled in your bed. His hand was resting on your bare hip, thumb stroking softly.

“Yeah… I’m good.”

There was a pause.

“You sure?” your dad asked gently. “You sound tired, honey.”

“I just woke up from a nap,” you lied smoothly. “But I’m safe. I’m not alone, anyway.”

“Oh?” He asked, and you could practically hear the teasing in his voice.

“Noah’s staying here for the week.”

You heard a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. Glad he’s there. Kid’s practically part of the family at this point.”

You smiled without realising.

“Yeah. He’s been... taking care of me.”

“Always knew he would,” your dad said softly. “You tell him I said thank you.”

“Noah,” you turned your head toward him, covering the phone slightly. “My dad says thank you.”

Noah stretched a little, grinning.

“Tell him he still owes me a steak dinner, it's the least I deserve for putting up with you.”

You laughed and passed it on. Your dad chuckled.

“Little shit. I’ll grill him two when I’m back... Alright, I’ll let you get back to your day, well, nap. Just wanted to check in. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

“And tell Noah I love him too, even if he eats all the snacks when he’s over.”

“I heard that!” Noah called in the background.

Your dad just laughed.

“You take care of each other.”

“We always do.” You promised, before the call ended.

You set the phone aside, heart just a little fuller than before. Noah stretched his arms out with a dramatic yawn, then reached for you.

“C’mere.”

You crawled back into his arms without hesitation, letting yourself sink into his chest again. You could feel the slow beating of his heart against your cheek.

“Your dad loves me.” He muttered smugly.

You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Yeah, yeah... Don’t let it go to your head."

…

Day Three

It was hot. Too hot.

Noah was sat inside, wearing just a pair of black shorts, whilst you were lying outside under the sun, wearing just a bikini- well, bikini bottoms... you didn't bother with the top. You knew it would only be Noah here to see, and you had nothing to hide in front of him, and your neighbours couldn't see you anyway.

You had been waiting for Noah to finally join you for a while now, you wanted to ask him for help with the sunscreen, but he'd been too busy taking work calls all morning.

But then you heard the back door slide open.

“Noah?” You called without lifting your head.

"Hm?" He hummed, and you looked over, seeing him standing at the back door with a glass of water in one hand, his black shorts slung low on his hips, and nothing else.

“Will you put sunscreen on me?” You asked with a small smirk.

He stepped outside, already smiling, like he’d been waiting for you to ask.

“Is this an invitation or a test?”

“Bit of both.” You shrugged lazily.

That made him chuckle, and the sound did something to your stomach. He set the glass down on the small table beside you and picked up the bottle of sunscreen, flipping it open as he stepped behind you.

You felt the first cold splash hit the middle of your back and flinched.

“Too cold?” He asked softly, smoothing his hands across your skin.

“A little.”

His hands were warm and slow, spreading the lotion in careful strokes down your back, over your shoulders, down each side. His fingers slid beneath the curve of your arm, then dipped to trace along the edge of your ribs. When he reached your waist, he let out a quiet breath.

“You forgot your top." He said with a soft chuckle.

You turned your head slightly, offering a smug little grin.

“No, I didn’t.”

He chuckled, then shifted to kneel beside you, his thighs pressing against the lounger’s edge. You felt his gaze drag across your body, the subtle curve of your side, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your chest pressed against the towel beneath you.

“I’m gonna have to flip you.” He murmured.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not even gonna buy me dinner first?”

He grinned and carefully slipped his hands beneath you. You let him guide you onto your back, arms folding loosely over your stomach as you laid exposed under the sun, nipples hardening immediately in anticipation.

His gaze darkened, then flicked to the sunscreen.

“I should do your front too, y'know... just to make sure you don't miss a spot.”

“You really should.” You grinned.

Noah squeezed more lotion into his hands and rubbed them together, then lowered them to your chest. He started slow, palms covering your breasts, thumbs gliding over your nipples in soft, rhythmic circles, making them harden under his touch.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the moment, the warmth of his touch, the sun on your skin... you felt like you were in heaven.

“You’ve got the prettiest tits." He murmured, more to himself than you.

You bit your lip, a small moan slipping out as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, brushing each one until your hips shifted unconsciously against the lounger.

“Okay,” you murmured, voice low. “You’re pushing your luck.”

He only smirked.

“You’d tell me if you wanted me to stop.”

Your answer was silence, nothing but a slight smirk.

His hands drifted lower, gliding down your stomach, skimming the waistband of your bikini bottoms. His thumbs tucked under the sides, pausing.

“May I?”

“Please.” You nodded, already breathless.

He pulled them down slowly, exposing you fully. You felt the breeze against your slickness, before his hands were there, spreading sunscreen over the soft curves of your hips, then lower, until his fingertips brushed between your legs.

You whimpered.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kneeling beside you again. “All slick and warm already. You been laying out here with your tits out, just waiting for me to come out and touch you?”

“Maybe." You breathed.

He leaned down, breath ghosting over your stomach.

"God, you don't know what you do to me."

Two fingers dipped down, stroking gently through your folds. He teased you slowly, gathering your wetness, spreading it across your clit before slipping one finger inside, then two, curling just right.

You gasped, back arching off the towel.

His other hand stroked lazy circles over your clit with his thumb, adjusting the rhythm each time you clenched around his fingers.

Then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, his slick thumb grazed the tight ring of your other hole, rubbing it so softly.

You jolted with a quiet cry, and he chuckled, low and dark.

"Little bit of sunscreen must’ve slid there... I was just wiping it off.”

You moaned, biting into the edge of the towel as his fingers picked up pace.

“That felt good, huh?” Noah murmured, his voice low and rough with want as he leaned closer, the tip of his thumb teasing that tight hole again, slipping just the slightest fraction inside.

"Noah..."

Your breath hitched, hips raising involuntarily into his touch, but he was gentle, patient, his fingers curling just right inside you, slow and deliberate.

His mouth found your clit before you could even think to pull away, and it was warm and wet, tongue flicking and swirling in messy, eager licks that made your body shudder. His breath was hot and uneven against your skin, lips sucking and nibbling just enough to make you want more, want him to never stop. You felt like you were in heaven.

You bit down harder on the towel, muffling your loud moans as he slid his thumb continued to tease your other hole, circling it with soft, tantalizing strokes.

“God, you taste so good.” He whispered, lips against your clit, voice thick with need as his fingers pumped slowly inside you.

Your hands trembled, clutching the towel as your legs shook, hips bucking to meet his mouth and fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure.

“Fuck, you’re gonna soak this towel, aren’t you?” He murmured against your skin, lips ghosting up your belly toward your mouth, catching yours in a wet, breathy kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your answer was a desperate, broken moan, body arching as the pleasure kept building in yout belly, making you feel a little lightheaded.

He held you down softly, fingers fucking you slow, mouth worshipping every inch he could reach. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge...

When you finally came, shaking and gasping, your cries swallowed by his mouth, Noah kept going, working you through it.

Once it started to get too much, you grabbed his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, and he pulled back a little to look at you.

"Holy shit," Noah breathed, "That was so fucking hot."

But you weren't taking any time to recover.

"Inside. Now," you said, shooting up from the lounger and grabbing his hand, "I need you to fuck me."

You dragged him through the door, and as you were about to walk him through the house, he tugged you back, grinning as he muttered a "you're not making it past here," before he set you onto the kitchen counter.

You could see the bulge through his shorts, and you assumed he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath, and that was confirmed as he yanked his shorts down, letting his cock spring free. It was already leaking, and painfully hard.

You barely had time to gasp before he grabbed your knees and spread your legs wide.

“No teasing." You whispered, breathless and needy, "Please."

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

His hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting and guiding you toward the edge of the counter, and you could feel just how sweaty his palms were against your skin, and how slick the small of your back already was against the countertop.

He lined himself up, eyes drifting down to where you were spread for him. His brows drew together, just slightly.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, but barely got the chance to breathe before he began to press inside slowly, carefully.

The stretch still ached a little. You squeezed your eyes shut, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he eased into you, inch by inch.

“Shit-” you whimpered, clinging to the edge of the counter as he bottomed out.

Noah stilled, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his brow as he braced himself.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded quickly, even though your eyes were still closed.

“Just… give me a second.”

His lips brushed your shoulder, a soft kiss as his hands stroked your back, grounding you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “So tight.”

You let your legs relax a little around him, your body adjusting to the stretch. The burn slowly gave way to fullness, to pressure, to pleasure.

“Okay,” you whispered, forehead falling against his. “You can.. move.”

He obeyed with restraint, pulling back slowly and sinking into you again. Not rough or teasing. Just deep, slow strokes that had both of you panting from the heat and the sheer closeness of it all.

Your bodies were shining with sweat, skin sliding against skin, chests heaving in tandem. The kitchen felt sweltering now, filled with the sounds of soft gasps and skin hitting skin.

Your head fell back as your moans grew louder.

“Fuck, Noah-”

His grip tightened on your hips, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re not, you won't,” you whimpered. “Please don’t stop.”

You clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick skin as he kept the pace steady and deep. Every thrust made your breath stutter, every slow drag out and push back in felt like it lit a new fuse inside you.

But it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed something more.

“Harder...” You whispered, almost too quietly.

He didn’t hear you over the sound of his own breath, heavy and ragged in your ear.

You said it again, louder this time.

“Noah... harder. Please.”

He paused mid thrust, damp forehead pressing to yours. His eyes searched your face, like he needed to be sure.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“I need it. You won't hurt me... I can take it. Please.”

Something in him snapped then.

He grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you flush to the edge of the counter so you were practically haning off, and his next thrust knocked the air from your lungs. It was faster, rougher, deeper than ever. No hesitation now. Just sweat and skin and the sound of him panting your name like it was a prayer.

“Fuck- yes, like that-” you gasped, head falling back as he picked up speed. The slap of skin echoed in the kitchen, lewd and slick and so filthy you almost couldn’t believe it.

He growled low in his throat as he drove into you harder, his restraint completely gone.

“This what you wanted?” he panted, his mouth hot at your jaw, your neck. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, huh?”

“Yes,” you choked out. “God, Noah, please don’t stop.”

Your legs trembled where they wrapped around him, your arms wrapping around his neck tighter as he fucked into you fast and relentless. Every inch of your skin burned, not just from the heat but from how good it felt to finally give in, to let him wreck you like this.

You could feel your orgasm building fast, that white hot pleasure, tight and desperate in your belly.

“I’m so close...” You gasped, barely getting the words out.

“Let go for me,” he grunted, slamming into you with everything he had. “I need to feel it... Need to feel you cum on my cock again...”

And with a broken cry, you did. Your legs shook, back arched, clenching so tight around him that it dragged a curse from his lips and sent him spiralling right after you.

He buried himself deep one last time, shuddering as he came, and then collapsed forward, arms braced on either side of you, both of you breathless and ruined in the heat.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your hearts pounding and the soft whir of the ceiling fan that was doing absolutely nothing overhead.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, boneless and buzzing, "We did it..."

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I'm definitely calling this week a vacation.”

The both of you took a moment before pulling apart, and you hissed as he finally pulled out, leaving you a little sore. Noah helped you down from the counter, your legs still trembling.

“Shower?” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion, "Then we can clean up in here after... I'm just too hot and sweaty to think right now."

You nodded, barely able to form a word as he guided you down the hall.

...

The cold water was a shock at first, but it felt incredible, and rather refreshing. Noah stood behind you under the spray, arms wrapped around your waist as you both just let the water do its work. The quiet was soft, intimate. You leaned back against his chest, his hands gently smoothing soap over your skin.

After a moment, you tilted your head, looking up at him with a teasing little smile.

“You think you could go again…?”

"I want to,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder. “Believe me, I really do.”

You looked up at him, brows slightly furrowed.

“So… why not?”

He gave a breathy laugh, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear.

“Because of something called the refractory period.”

“The what?” You asked, your head tilted.

“It’s basically the time I need to, uh… recharge.” He smirked. “My body just doesn’t work like yours does... Once I finish, I need some time before I can go again.”

“Oh…” you blinked, then looked down between the two of you, a little disappointed. “That sucks.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“Hey... You know I’ll make it up to you. I just need a break, angel.” That was a name he had only ever called you once. Your heart did a little dance at the sound of it again, and you felt your cheeks heat up, just as it had the first time. It was gentler than most of the names he used. Not teasing, not cheeky, just soft, like he meant it.

“Fine,” you sighed, “But only because you called me angel.”

That made him chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned forward and ran a hand through your hair.

“Knew that would work.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, finishing the shower together like you had all the time in the world- which right now, you did. There was no rush, and no need to fill the quiet between you. His hands moved carefully over your skin as he helped you wash the soap away, fingers lingering at your hips, your spine, the slope of your shoulders. It wasn’t sexual in the slightest, but thoughtful. He paid attention and was careful with your body, knowing it was something he’d been trusted with, and he took that seriously, even now.

The water had cooled you both down a little. You tipped your head back to let it wash over your face one last time while he squeezed out the water from his hair.

When you finally stepped out, he offered you a towel first, waiting until you’d tucked it securely around your chest before drying himself off. The mirror had fogged up completely, blurring both of your reflections in the glass as you passed on the way out of the room.

You both went back to your room to get dressed, the air hot and sticky again. You dried off, though you weren't sure if you were damp from the shower anymore, or if you were already sweating again from the heat.

“It’s still so damn hot." You murmured, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, nothing beneath. It was too hot.

He glanced over from where he was rifling through his bag, pulling out a pair of shorts, eyes raking over you lazily.

“I know. The shower barely helped.” He sighed.

"We could always get in the pool..." You suggested, a smirk creeping up on your face.

"Hell no," Noah laughed, "Last time we were in your pool you almost drowned me."

"Hey," you pouted, "Isn't that the point of a splashing contest? Who can splash the hardest?"

Noah chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair.

"Okay, fine, we’ll get in the pool. But first-" He pointed toward the door. "We better clean up in the kitchen."

You nodded and followed him, your bare feet soft against the floor as you made your way down the stairs. The warm summer evening breeze drifted through the open windows across the house, giving you a slight relief from the heat.

The kitchen was a little messy, some dishes in the sink, a few crumbs on the counter from your earlier snack, but nothing too bad.

Until you saw the island counter. Where Noah had fucked you on...

You felt your cheeks heat at the sight of it, you hadn't even noticed how you knocked a few things on to the floor, or how you had left a little trail of slick. You felt a little embarrassed, guilty even.

You stood still for a second, lips parting in a soft exhale.

“Yeah…” Noah said, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes landed on the same spot. “We really did a number in here, huh?”

You shot him a look, fighting back a smirk.

“You did a number on me.”

“I try my best.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the roll of paper towels, and a spray bottle of disinfectant.

“You’re cleaning that part. It was your idea to do that here, so it’s your mess- I was gonna take us to the bedroom.”

“Gladly.” He smirked, taking them from you and getting to work as you picked up some of the letters and paper that you had knocked off, setting the, back on the side.

You both moved around the kitchen, cleaning and tidying things up so you wouldn't compalin about it tomorrow. The domesticity of it was almost a little strange but a comforting contrast to what you'd gotten up to earlier. Occasionally, your arms would brush or his hand would land on the small of your back as he moved past, casual and thoughtless but made you feel warm inside.

When the kitchen was clean, sparkling even, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to him.

“Pool time?” You grinned.

“You gonna try and drown me again?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!" You said, eyes playful, “Just wanna get in to cool off, no contests, no drowning...”

“Alright, fair enough.” Noah chuckled.

You headed upstairs to change, peeling off your tank top and shorts and changing into another bikini, this time actually putting on the top. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smiled, feeling a little more put together than you were earlier.

When you came back down, Noah was waiting, sitting in the living room shirtless, wearing only his boxers.

“Seriously? No swim trunks?” You asked, laughing.

He shrugged sheepishly.

“Didn’t bring any. Figured these would do.”

You bit your lip, a mischievous idea forming.

“Wait here.”

You disappeared into the guest room, the one that used to be his room when you were both younger and he's stay for the summer. You rummaged through the drawers, knowing there were still a few of his old things here.

Suddenly, a pair of old, bright orange and blue swim trunks caught your eye.

“Found something!” You called out.

Noah came in and held them up, a jokingly horrified look on his face.

“No way I'm fitting into those.”

“Want me to help you try?” You smirked.

He shook his head, laughing.

“Nah, I’m good. Boxers it is.”

You gave him a sly look, stepping closer.

“You know... you could ditch the boxers and just get naked. Nobody else is gonna see.”

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You like my dick that much, huh?”

You couldn’t help the blush spreading across your cheeks, looking away quickly.

“I- well, it’s not that…”

He laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the stairs.

“C’mon, pool time. Let’s cool off.”

...

The water felt like heaven after suffering in the heat all day, it was cool against your skin as you waded in up to your chest. Noah ducked under for a second before resurfacing with a sharp exhale, shaking water from his hair like a dog, and laughing when droplets landed on you.

“Gross,” you teased, wiping at your face with a grin. “You’re like a labrador.”

He shrugged, floating lazily on his back.

“Labradors are loyal. I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes, swimming over to lean your arms on the pool edge, gazing up at the hazy, starry sky. And suddenly it was like nothing had ever changed, like you were both still kids, playing in the pool on a summers night until your parents would call you in for bed.

You sighed, a soft smile tugging at your lips at the memories that came flashing back to you.

“Remember when we used to stay out here until our fingers looked like raisins?”

Noah laughed from behind you, swimming closer.

“And your dad would get mad at us, all dramatic like, ‘You’re gonna catch a cold!’ in the middle of July.”

“He wasn’t wrong, though,” you grinned. “I got sick that one summer.”

“You got sick because you drank half the pool water trying to hold your breath longer than me.”

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowing with playful offense.

“That’s not what happened!”

“That’s exactly what happened.” He gave you a gentle splash. “You were a menace.”

You both laughed, and then it quieted. Just the sound of the water lapping against the tiles, the faint hum of night insects.

“I miss it sometimes,” you admitted, glancing up at the sky again. “How simple everything was back then. We didn’t worry about anything. It was just us, and midnight snacks, and scary movies we weren’t supposed to watch.”

Noah floated beside you, resting his arms on the edge like yours, shoulder brushing yours gently.

“Yeah. Everything felt big and exciting. Like we had all the time in the world.” A beat passed before he added, “But even now, it still kinda feels like that. With you.”

You looked over at him. He was staring up at the stars too, a soft look on his face, one you’d learned to read over the years, to recognise. The version of Noah that was calm and open and honest. The version only you ever got to see.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, voice quiet, “About how much has changed. About how much we’ve changed. And I dunno. It’s kinda wild that I still feel like I know you better than anyone. Like even now, I know you have your band and everything... but it sometimes feels like it’s still just you and me.”

His eyes met yours, something wistful settling behind them.

“Yeah. A lot’s changed, but it’s weird how sometimes it still feels like we're still just those kids... Like nothings changed, even though everything has.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked the most relaxed you've seen him in ages, no tension in his brows, no lines of exhaustion. Just him. Your best friend. The boy you’d grown up with. The man who now knew your body and your heart in a way no one else ever had.

“I’m really glad you came over.” You said softly. He turned his head, meeting your eyes.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Your throat tightened unexpectedly, and you blinked away the sting behind your eyes as you turned around.

“I just... I don’t say it enough. But I’m so fucking grateful for you, Noah.” You looked down at your fingers tracing idle circles in the water. “You always know exactly what to say. It’s like you have this... sixth sense for when I’m not okay. You don’t even have to ask, you're just there. Like when everything’s too loud in my brain, you know how to make it quiet. You make it bearable.”

“You do that for me too,” he said, almost like it hurt to admit. “Every time I feel like I’m slipping, like I don’t even know or recognise myself… it’s you. You pull me back. You always remind me of who I am, who I was before everything got so complicated, before the band all that...”

The lump in your throat grew, your chest aching like your ribs couldn’t quite contain everything inside you. You gave a broken sort of laugh, the kind that came with tears that stung behind your eyes.

“I don’t know who I’d be without you,” you whispered. “I really, really don’t.”

Noah moved closer, silent for a moment. Then, beneath the water his fingers found yours, threading through them with an ease that felt like breathing.

“You’ll never have to know,” he said softly. “I swear to god, you’ll never have to find out.”

The emotion welled, so raw in your chest that it burned, but just as your lip trembled and your eyes glossed over, a sharp splash of water hit your face.

You gasped, blinking through the droplets to see Noah grinning wickedly, both hands poised and ready for another splash.

“Did you seriously just...?”

“Oh, I seriously just!” He grinned.

You playfully narrowed your eyes.

“Okay... It’s on, bitch!”

*SPLASH*

...

Day Four

It was the fourth day Noah had been over, the fifth day you've been home alone, and you've run out of food in the house. The fridge was empty and the cupboards were bare. You leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the empty pantry like it might magically fill itself.

Noah shuffled in behind you, eyes scanning the shelves as if he could conjure lunch out of thin air.

“Alright, what do we have here?” He muttered, digging through the cans and boxes on the top shelf- where you couldn't reach. Then he froze, holding up a dented tin with a faded label.

“Are these… peaches?” He asked, squinting.

You glanced at the label.

“Uh… fifteen years out of date.”

Noah held it up like some rare archaeological find.

“How is this still here? You’ve moved twice since then.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Guess it's my parents' backup plan for the apocalypse.”

“No way I’m opening that.” Noah said, tossing it back onto the shelf with mock disgust.

"So... grocery store?"

...

The windows were down, letting the warm breeze swirl through the car as Noah’s fingers tapped along the steering wheel, his favourite fall out boy cd playing.

“I still can’t believe we went through an entire week’s worth of food in two days,” you muttered, scrolling through the notes app on your phone where you’d hastily started a shopping list. “Like... what the fuck.”

Noah snorted, shooting you a sideways glance.

“I can. We’ve either been fucking, sleeping, or acting like actual children in the pool...You wore me out, I needed fuel.” He smirked.

“Oh my god." You huffed dramatically, "So it’s my fault we went through everything in the fridge?”

“Yes,” he said again, completely serious. “You moan like that and expect me not to chug three glasses of mango juice after?”

You burst out laughing, slapping his arm lightly as he turned into the store parking lot.

“I can’t with you.”

“You could, and you did... a couple times, if I recall correctly.”

“Noah!” You squealed, laughing as you covered your face with your hands.

He just chuckled, parking the car smoothly.

“I’m just saying. If we want to survive the rest of the week, we need snacks... and probably some energy drinks, and protein bars...”

You watched him as he took the keys from the engine, taking his phone from his pocket.

“Promise not to embarrass me inside the store?” You asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Of course not." You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt as he climbed out.

As he rounded the front of the car to meet you on your side, he reached for your hand, giving it a casual squeeze before tugging you toward the entrance, only letting go to get a cart.

“I swear,” you muttered, nudging him with your shoulder as you walked through the doors, “If you make any dirty jokes while we’re in here, I’m walking home.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “But I do have thoughts about cucumbers when I see 'em.”

“Noah!”

He just grinned.

“Love you!”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, grinning right back, “I love you too.”

You walked around for a few minutes, throwing some things you knew you needed into the cart (and some things you definitely didn't.) But just as you were walking down the produce aisle, you spotted something- or someone.

A guy. Alone. He looked like he was in his 60s, his grey hair only covering half of his head. He was stood very still at the end of the aisle, like he'd pause to check his grocery list- but his eyes were very much on you, and he wasn't too subtle about it either.

You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the fruit as a chill ran over your spine. You moved a little closer to Noah, without even noticing it, your hand lightly brushing his arm as if to anchor yourself.

He didn’t notice at first. Just kept joking about the girth of one particular banana, and taking a picture of it to send to Nicholas.

But as you turned down the next aisle, and the next, you caught sight of the same man again, this time at the far end of the snacks section, pretending to look at a shelf of crackers while still watching you.

You didn’t say anything, but you had a really bad feeling setting in your stomach every time you looked at him, like you had a gut feeling something was wrong.

This time, you actually slipped your arm into Noah’s, and he looked down at you.

“You good?” He asked, a little confused.

You nodded quickly.

“Yeah. Just cold!”

His brows knitted together slightly, but he didn’t press. He let you hang onto him, pushing the cart along with one hand, and kept up the chatter to keep things feeling normal.

You were crouched down comparing jars of pasta sauce when it happened again, only this time Noah noticed too. He glanced up and spotted the guy halfway down the aisle, pretending to browse canned soup while blatantly staring.

His entire demeanour shifted. You felt his body go tense as he straightened beside you. His hand came to rest protectively on your back.

You stood and followed his line of sight.

“...He’s been watching me since the produce aisle." You said softly, "I don't like the way he's-"

“Kiss me.”

“What?” You blinked.

He turned to face you fully.

“Kiss me. Quick.”

“But... we only really kiss when we have sex-”

“Yeah, well,” he said, gently cupping your jaw, “We’re improvising. Just pretend.”

“Noah-”

“Please. Trust me. It's either this, or I go over and knock that guy out."

You hesitated, but only for a second.

And then you leaned up, stood on your tip toes and kissed him.

It was only quick but still felt real, his large hand warm on your cheek, his lips soft against yours. It wasn’t messy or desperate, or anything like that, it was just a simple kiss. Like it wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last.

When you pulled away, you glanced back. The man had disappeared from the aisle.

“Thank you.” You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Noah just nodded and gently took your hand.

“No problem, but now it's time to find some cereal.”

You both walked down to the cereal aisle, Noah pushing the cart as you walked beside him. The two of you were already arguing over which box to get.

“Okay, please can we be adults about this and just get the knock off brand? It tastes the same.”

“You did not just say that." You gasped, genuinely offended. "The knock off tastes like cardboard, Noah."

“But it’s cheaper, you could get two of 'em for the price of that!”

“But it's better!" You argued, reaching for the bright red box of the real thing. “We deserve the good cereal.”

He shot you a look, amused but stubborn.

“You’re so dramatic... Fine. But I get to pick the pizza we get tonight."

“Deal!” You smirked, victorious as you dropped the overpriced cereal into the cart with a flourish.

He shook his head, laughing under his breath.

“You’re gonna rot your teeth.”

“You’re gonna rot your soul being this grumpy at the cereal aisle.” You shot back playfully, your hands on your hips.

You were still smiling when he nudged you gently with his elbow.

“Hey, can you grab me that one? Blue box... Bottom shelf."

“Why can’t you get it?”

“Because I’m doing the hard part.” He gestured grandly to the cart. “Pushing this thing around while you spend all my money.”

You rolled your eyes but bent down, your arm reaching out to grab the box-

THWACK.

You jolted, letting out a startled squeak as you grabbed the cereal box and whipped your head around to glare at him.

“Noah!” You hissed, eyes wide.

He was already laughing, one hand braced on the shopping cart for support as he nearly doubled over.

“Oh my god, the sound it made..." he tried to hold back his laughter, but failed, "Could I sample that? We've been trying to the perfect drum-"

"No!" You shoved the box into his chest, "You are not sampling my ass!"

"Why? I'd put you in the credits-"

“You’re such a dick.” You tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips, but failed miserably. "You're lucky we're in public."

“Oooh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “Is that a threat, sweetheart?”

"Noah. Keep walking or I'm beating you ass in the parking lot."

The final aisle was frozen food, and there were a couple things you needed to get, and Noah had already picked a pizza for the two of you to share tonight.

"No," you shook your head, holding back a laugh, "I am not eating chicken nugget pizza!"

"But you said I could choose," he smirked, "You got the expensive cereal, I'm getting the chicken nugget pizza!"

"Noah-"

"Nope!" He grinned, already dropping it into the cart, "It's not up for debate."

"Can't you get... I dunno the pepperoni one or something?"

"But that doens't sound as exciting as chicken nuggets!"

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face and then out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an old couple- they must've been at least in their 70s.

"Awh," the lady smiled soflty, her voice gentle, "Young love."

"Reminds me of when we started dating, all those years ago," her husband- or so you assumed- chuckled, "Remember that argument we had over peas?"

"And I let you win." She smiled, and they both laughed at the memory, before turning their attention back to you and Noah, both frozen in horror, eyes wide.

"Oh!" you rushed out, your voice an octave too high, "We're not... uh, we aren't together!"

"Just friends- best friends!" Noah added quickly, his cheeks pink.

The old lady's smile didn't budge, if anything it frew wider.

"Mhm, sure thing, sweetheart."

"Seen it a million times," her husband added with a wink, "That's love if I've ever seen it."

You and Noah stood in stunned silence as the couple wandered off, still chuckling to themselves.

But it was true, you did love him, and he loved you back, but it was on a level nobody else could understand. It would feel wrong to actually date him, but somehow exploring each others bodies felt so right. You couldn't imagine ever marrying him, but at the same time you couldn't imagine anyone else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

It wasn't just platonic, but it wasn't just romantic. It was something neither of you could ever explain, something nobody else would ever feel.

...

By the time you got home, your arms were aching from carrying the bags of shopping. You took a quick shower whilst Noah unpacked and put everything away, and then you came back down the stairs in your pyjamas- a tank top and a loose pair of sleep shorts, a different colour to the ones you wore yesterday.

You saw Noah had left the pizzas on the side, the chicken nugget one, and the margarita one he had let you get if you promised to at least try some of his one.

You bent down to open the oven, taking out a couple trays. You didn't even notice how Noah froze beside you, mid-unpacking.

Because as you crouched down, he couldn't help but look... and he swallowed hard at the sight, you had no underwear on...

He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, blood rushing south so fast it made his breath catch. You were still completely unaware, humming softly as you slid the pizzas onto the trays, pushing them into the oven.

It was only when you stood up, all casual, brushing your hands on your thighs before turning to face him.

"What?" You asked, noticing the way his eyes lingered.

"You're not wearing any underwear." He said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

Your face flushed instantly.

"Noah!"

"Hey!" He held his hands up, his grin only spreadnig wider. "I'm not complaining!"

You crossed your arms over your chest, cheeks still burning.

"It's more comfortable like this!"

"Comfortable, huh?" His gaze dropped to the hem of your shorts again, shameless, "Well, now I'm the one who's uncomfortable."

Your eyes widened a little, drifting down to where his jeans had grown noticeable tighter.

"Noah..." You said again, more breathless this time.

"You're walking around with your pussy peaking out like that and think it's fair?" He leans in a little, his lips brushing near your ear, his voice dropping an octave, "Do you know what that does to me?"

"I wasn't trying to do anything-"

"You never are," he smiled against your skin, "And that's what makes it worse."

You pulled back a little, staring up at him, feeling heat spread all the way from your chest down to your core.

“Think I can make you cum before the pizzas done?”

You swallowed, the directness of his question making your thighs press together. You nodded, barely, already dizzy with anticipation, making his smirk return.

“Then turn around.”

You did.

Slowly, you pressed your hands to the counter as he sank to his knees behind you, palms trailing down the backs of your thighs.

“Timer says fifteen minutes,” he murmured, tugging your shorts down, his breath hot against your bare skin. “Bet I can make you cum twice in that time.”

You let out a soft, shaky laugh, but it melted into a gasp when his hands smoothed up your thighs, thumbs brushing along the crease where your legs met your hips.

“Twice?” You breathed, your voice already trembling with anticipation.

He turned you around so he could look up at you, pupils blown wide, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes.

“You doubt me?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t, not when he was already pressing a kiss just below your bellybutton, dragging his mouth lower like he had all the time in the world.

“Noah…” You whispered, fingers sinking into his hair.

He hummed at the sound of his name, lips brushing your skin as he looked up again, serious now.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head.

Delicately, he kissed up your thigh, keeping his eyes on yours, before lifting your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you open for him.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” He murmured, eyes drifting between your parted lips above and the ones below. His voice was still full of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you let him see you like this.

He didn’t rush. He never did. One hand slid up your other thigh, fingers splayed wide to keep you steady, while his mouth leaned forward to kiss just above your clit.

“Shit…” You whispered, your voice already shaky.

“I know, baby.” He smiled softly against you, “I’ve got you.”

Then, finally, he licked you. One long, deliberate stroke of his tongue that made your hips buck and your hands scramble for something to hold on to- his shoulders, the counter behind you, anything.

You could feel him smile again as he did it once more, slower this time, like he was savoring you. His tongue moved with skill, flicking gently at your clit, then flattening out and dragging across you, again and again, until your head was tipped back and your mouth hung open with silent gasps.

His fingers dug into your hips as you tried to move, but he held you still.

“Stay still for me.” He said gently, lips brushing against your folds.

Your stomach tightened, the lovely feeling building fast. Your hand found his hair and you threaded your fingers through it, clinging to him as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, then circled it again, the lewd, wet sounds only making you feel more lightheaded.

It didn’t take long. It never did when he touched you like this. You came with a breathless moan of his name, thighs shaking, body tensing as pleasure rushed through you. He held you through it, mouth still moving gently, drawing all he could out of you.

He gave your clit one final kiss before easing your leg off his shoulder, kissing up your body before his lips met yours.

“Hey, look at that… Only took me five minutes.” He smirked.

Day Five

You and Noah had both spent the entire morning cleaning up the house. You got a text from your dad last night saying he'd be back later today, and although you felt a little upset about this being the last time you and Noah would have all this time together alone, you knew you'd never forget what happened. Not just the sex, or the cuddles, but feeling like it was just the two of you again, like things weren't as complicated as they are.

However, you noticed Noah wasn't fully present all day. You assumed it was just because he was upset that he had to leave so early- although that wasn't the case, you both knew your dad would be fine with him staying.

You both ordered food in for lunch, but Noah barely touched his. You put on an old childhood movie, one you two would always watch together, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention. He was checking his phone every 5 minutes, and you could tell something was bothering him- but usually he'd tell you.

You didn’t say anything at first. You didn’t want to push. But by the time the movie was almost over and Noah still hadn’t laughed at any of your favourite lines, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You paused the film, the room going quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan and the faint sound of birds outside.

“Noah?”

He blinked, finally looking away from his phone.

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on with you?” You studied his face.

“Nothing!" He said too quickly, making you raise a brow.

He sighed, setting the phone down on the armrest beside him.

“I didn’t wanna tell you today...”

“Tell me what?” Your stomach twisted.

He hesitated again, jaw clenched like he was physically holding something back.

“Matt texted me earlier. I'm going back on tour again soon... It’s confirmed.”

You blinked, not understanding at first.

"Okay?... And you don't want to? Or-"

"It's a big tour... supporting one of the biggest bands in the scene. It’s the biggest thing we’ve ever landed.”

“That’s…” you started, heart stuttering, “That’s amazing, Noah!”

He gave a small, grateful smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"But, the thing is..." He paused, exhaling like it was almost painful to talk about.

"What?"

"It's a world tour. I'll be gone for three, maybe four months... And we leave in a few weeks."

Suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Four months without him. Your best friend, your person.

This whole week had already felt like a long, slow goodbye. Now it felt like you were running out of time all over again.

You felt sick.

You looked down at your hands, fingers curled into your sleeves.

"Were you not gonna tell me?" You asked, not daring to look up at him.

"I was, but I knew you were already upset about this being our last day... I didn't want to make things worse." He said softly, "And I couldn't bare to see that look on your face."

You didn’t realise you were crying until he leaned in and brushed a thumb gently under your eye.

“Hey,” he said, pulling you in until your forehead rested against his. “We’ve done time apart before.”

“Not like this.”

“No,” he admitted. “Not like this.”

There was a moment of silence, and it felt like you were suffocating in it, until he spoke again.

“But I’m coming back to you,” he said. “You know that, right? No matter how far I go. It’s always gonna be you and me.”

“I just wish we had more time.” Your lips trembled.

He kissed your forehead, the only place he’d let himself kiss you when it wasn’t about sex. Something sacred and soft he'd always done.

“So do I,” he whispered. “But we’ve still got a few hours. Let’s make them count.”

"I don't... I don't feel like doing it right now."

"I didn't mean it like that," Noah quickly corrected, "I mean... just spending time together-"

"But that's only going to make things worse when you leave, Noah!" You cried, your hand coming up to your face to silence your sobs.

He only held you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head as he took a deep breath.

"It was all a lie wasn't it... in the pool... I told you I don't know who I'd be without you and you told me I'd never have to find out... And you knew all along you were going to fucking leave!"

"No! I never... the tour sounded too good to be true, I didn't think they'd actually take us... but I can text Matt, I can tell him to pull us out-"

"Don't you dare." You said, glaring at him with red, glossy eyes, "Noah. Ever since we were kids, this is what you wanted. This could be your big break, and I'm not letting you hold yourself back just because of me."

"I would do anything for you, y/n..." Noah said, his eyes now beginning to sting, "...Fucking anything."

"I know..." you said with a sniffle, now wiping the tears from his eyes, "Which is why you have to go. This is your dream, everything you've spent the last 21 years working towards."

"Just don't forget about me," he said, forcing a small chuckle, "I'll make sure I call and text everyday just to check in."

"I'll get sick of you." You laughed, wiping your under eyes.

"As if you'd ever." He smiled softly, before taking your hand in his.

...

The rest of the day passed too quickly for your liking.

You finished tidying the place up and ordered dinner, just something simple, though neither of you were very hungry, and you ate it curled up on the couch. Not talking much, but touching. His hand on your leg. Your foot tucked beneath his thigh. Just a form of quiet reassurance.

By the time the sun started to set, your dad texted: “Home in 30 mins. Can’t wait to see you!!”

You stared at the message, feeling your stomach twist.

Noah caught the look on your face.

“That him?”

“Yeah." You nodded, "He’ll be here soon.”

Noah sighed, brushing his hair back with one hand.

“Guess that’s my cue.”

“You can stay a little longer,” you said quickly. “He won’t care.”

But Noah was already rising, dusting imaginary crumbs from his jeans, trying to look casual.

“It's okay. I don’t wanna make it any harder.”

You followed him to the door in silence, heart hammering. It felt too final, and too sudden.

At the door, he paused, looking at you like he was trying to memorise every part of you, your hair, your eyes, the exact way you were frowning up at him.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he promised again, his voice soft. “Soon as I get home.”

You nodded, but your chest was too tight to speak.

Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger there just a second longer than usual.

And then… he just left.

You stood in the doorway long after his car disappeared down the street, your arms wrapped around yourself, like maybe that would keep the shattered pieces of your heart from spilling everywhere.

When your dad pulled up minutes later, he called out before he even reached the porch.

"Hey, sweetie!"

You forced a smile, meeting him at the door, giving him the tightest hug you could manage. He ruffled your hair, pulled back, and looked at you more closely.

“Everything okay?” he asked, brows pulling together. “You look... upset.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“I’m fine.”

But he didn’t buy it for a second.

“Where’s Noah? Thought I’d get to say hi.”

“He left a few minutes ago.”

“Oh.” He tilted his head. “He’s not staying tonight?”

You shook your head, your throat closing up again. Your dad’s eyes softened.

“What’s going on?”

And before you could stop yourself, it all came spilling out. The week you’d spent together (but leaving out most of the details). The tour. The goodbye. The aching part of you that didn’t want him to go, even if you knew he had to.

Your dad listened the whole time, quietly, nodding along. When you were finished, wiping your face with your sleeve, he gave a small, thoughtful hum.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “We’re going on vacation next week.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Yeah… I forgot.”

“Why don’t you invite him?” your dad said gently. “One last trip together, it'd be like when he used to join us when you were kids. No pressure. Just... before everything changes.”

You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Are you serious?”

“He’s practically family. I’d love to have him there. And I think he’d like the chance to spend more time with you before he heads out into the world.”

"Shouldn't I ask mum first?"

"Pfft," your dad waved a hand, "She hasn't answered any of my texts all day. And I know she'll say to invite him too, she loves him like a son."

Your heart swelled at that, just a little.

“But I don’t know if he’ll say yes... It's next week, he might already have plans."

“Well, he’d be an idiot not to, unless he has a reason of course. Just ask him anyway.”

You let out a small laugh, sniffling again.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He pulled you into another hug.

“Go call him. Or text. Whatever you kids do.”

You nodded, picking your phone up from the couch and making your way up the stairs. And just as you reached the top, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Noah is calling...

Your heart beated a little faster, but your thumb was already pressing answer.

"Hey!"

“Hi... I just got home,” he said, his voice instantly comforting in your ear. “Did your dad get in okay?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, gripping the banister. “He asked about you.”

“Oh yeah?” you could hear the small smile in his voice. “Tell him I said hi.”

You reached the top of the stairs and padded slowly down the hallway.

“I did.”

There was a pause. A quiet inhale from Noah, like he was trying to decide if he should say more, but before he could, you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

You turned the handle and stepped inside.

And just like that, your throat felt tight again.

The bed was still messy from this morning, the blankets rumpled from where he’d rolled out, the pillow he used still dented, the hoodie he took off still hanging off the edge. It looked like he was still there. Like if you blinked hard enough, he’d be standing next to you, shirtless and sleepy and smirking, ready to wrap his arms around you.

You couldn’t even walk toward it.

“Y/n?” Noah’s voice crackled through the speaker, gentle but unsure. “You okay?”

You swallowed.

“Yeah, I just… I just got to my room.”

"Shit... that's the only room we forgot to tidy..." Then quieter, he asked, “Is it bad?”

You sat down on the edge of your desk chair instead, avoiding the bed completely.

“It’s just exactly how you left it... And your hoodies still here.”

Noah didn’t respond for a second.

"Keep it," he said softly, followed by, "I miss you already."

That nearly broke you.

“Hey…” you said quickly, blinking back the fresh sting behind your eyes. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Anything.”

“My dad reminded me... we’re going on vacation next week. Just a family trip down to Florida, but...” You hesitated, biting your lip. “He suggested you come with us.”

There was a moment of silence on his end.

“I know it’s short notice, and maybe it’s dumb, and you’re probably really busy before tour but-”

“Wait, really?” He cut in. “He said that?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “He was the one who brought it up. Said it could be one last trip. Before, you know… everything changes.”

You waited, barely breathing.

Then came his voice again, soft and so full of emotion you could feel it through the phone.

“I’d love that.” Relief rushed through you so fast your shoulders sagged.

“I’ll book a ticket tonight,” he added. “If he’s okay with it... I’m there.”

“He’s more than okay with it. He called you family, Noah.”

There was a long moment of quiet, until Noah said,

“You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“You’re such a sap.” You laughed through your own teary smile, curling your knees up into your chest on the chair.

“For you?” he said. “Always.”

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[poweringthroughthis]

save a horse (ride a cowboy) | lee minhyuk

nsfw, mdni

pair: huta x male reader

desc: (name) gives his boyfriend a wake-up call that will leave him desiring it every morning that follows.

warnings: praise kink, orgasm denial, anal s*x

Minhyuk wakes up to the feeling of someone's eyes on him. He keeps his own eyes shut, wanting to find out who's staring at him so shamelessly, and when he does, he finds the culprit is his boyfriend of almost a year, sitting with his legs folded by the side of Minhyuk's bed, looking right at his face. Minhyuk blinks a few times, still half-asleep. "Babe, what are you doing?" he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

His boyfriend doesn't answer. He doesn't even react, really, except for a faint, secret smile curving his lips. He looks at Minhyuk, but also somehow through him, as though he's seeing something that Minhyuk isn't privy to. It's a little eerie, to be honest, but at the same time it sends a pleasant, tingling warmth into Minhyuk's belly, as it always does whenever he catches his boyfriend staring at him like this, with a kind of want and fascination, like Minhyuk is something to be adored, worshipped, savoured. Like Minhyuk is a work of art, and his boyfriend is a collector. That's how his boyfriend is, and that's what's so wonderful about him, Minhyuk thinks. He's young, yes, almost ten years Minhyuk's junior. He's kind and adorable, and all those other things. But there's a depth to him, an intensity and maturity that Minhyuk's never seen before in a man so young.

"Babe," he says, smiling now, stretching a little. "Come here, stop staring at me like that." (name) crawls over to him on the bed, and straddles his hips, knees resting on the mattress, one hand braced beside Minhyuk's shoulder, the other holding the blanket that's draped over him. He doesn't say anything. Just stares at Minhyuk with that look in his eyes, and god, it's hot, the way his gaze rakes over Minhyuk's face, his eyes, his nose, his lips. (name) doesn't hesitate to let his gaze wander downwards, admiring Minhyuk's bare chest, the broad, well-defined muscles that he loves to bury his face in when they cuddle, the firm, hard skin.

Minhyuk feels his dick twitch in interest, and he knows his boyfriend can feel it too, from the way his hips are pressed against Minhyuk's. But Minhyuk wants more than just that. He wants to hear his boyfriend's voice, and have him tell him exactly what he's thinking, what's got him so hot and bothered so early in the morning. "Hey, what's gotten into you?" he murmurs, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his boyfriend's head. "Come on, say something." "I want you to fuck me," his boyfriend says, blunt and straightforward. And that goes straight to Minhyuk's cock. He can feel himself getting hard, the front of his boxers already tenting, and his boyfriend must have felt it, because he presses down a little, grinding himself onto Minhyuk's erection.

"Oh god," Minhyuk gasps, arching up. "Hyung," his boyfriend moans, rocking his hips, pressing down again. "Fuck me. Please. I've been thinking about it all night." "Shit," Minhyuk curses. It's a Saturday morning. He has nothing scheduled for the day, no need to get out of bed until later. But his boyfriend, he doesn't have classes until the afternoon. "Don't you have class today?" "I do," his boyfriend answers. He leans forward, lips hovering close to Minhyuk's. "But that's not going to stop me from taking you." "Holy fuck," Minhyuk whispers. "Where's all this coming from? Why are you being so aggressive all of a sudden?" His boyfriend shrugs. "I dunno. I just want you, I guess." Minhyuk groans, as his boyfriend's hips grind down on him again, slow, hard. "I want you too, babe. Always."

"I want to ride you, hyung," his boyfriend whispers, right against his mouth. "Want to ride your cock. Please." Minhyuk gasps again, hands gripping his boyfriend's hips, fingers digging into the skin. "Can I?" his boyfriend asks, looking right at him, a smile on his face. And oh, fuck. Minhyuk can't resist his boyfriend when he smiles like that, they both know it. "Yeah," Minhyuk agrees, a little too eager and breathless. "You can." (name) grins, and climbs off him, Minhyuk immediately missing his boyfriend's warmth. "Wait," he exclaims. "Don't you need to… y'know… prepare?" (name) shrugs. "Already did it while you were asleep," he says casually. And Minhyuk nearly chokes. "W-while I was sleeping? Holy shit." (name) laughs. Minhyuk then reaches up and grabs the back of his boyfriend's head to pull him down into a kiss.

(name) makes a surprised sound, muffled against Minhyuk's lips, but Minhyuk doesn't stop, just kisses him deeper, harder. He opens his mouth, licking along the seam of his boyfriend's lips, coaxing them apart, and then his tongue slides in, meeting (name)'s, tangling, sliding together. He breaks away from the kiss, and sits up. (name) temporarily settles beside him, and Minhyuk starts tugging down his shorts, and lays down, legs spread. (name) throws one knee over Minhyuk's spread thighs and moves, slowly, carefully, so that he's sitting right on Minhyuk's lap.

"Go on. Hop on your ride" Minhyuk teases. His boyfriend's mouth falls open. "That was such a dad joke." "Hey, don't diss the d," Minhyuk says. "That's going to be inside you in a minute." "Hyung," (name) whines, burying his face in his hands with shame. Minhyuk chuckles, and his boyfriend's cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment, but he lifts his head up, and looks at Minhyuk again, his eyes dark with lust. "Okay," Minhyuk murmurs, and his hands go to his boyfriend's hips, fingers wrapping around the jut of his hip bones. "Ride me." And oh, his boyfriend does. He rises up on his knees, and reaches a hand back, gripping the base of Minhyuk's cock. Minhyuk's fingers tighten their hold on his boyfriend's hips, and (name) positions himself over the head, ever so slowly sinking down.

"Ohhhh," his boyfriend groans. "Hyung, you're so big," his boyfriend whimpers. "It's always so hard to take you, it's so deep." "You love it," Minhyuk growls. "Yes, i do," (name) moans, as he lifts himself up again, and drops back down, taking all of Minhyuk's length inside him. "Fuck," Minhyuk swears. "Baby, do that again. Please." And he does. "Shit, baby, you're amazing. Look at you, riding me so well, like you were born to take my cock."

"Hyung," his boyfriend pants, head tilted back, mouth open. "Yes, god." Minhyuk grins. "Look at you, baby. You love it, don't you? You love being on top. Love showing hyung how well you can take him." "Yes, hyung," his boyfriend keens, riding him faster, bouncing on his cock. "Fuck, that's it," Minhyuk encourages him, squeezing his hips, bucking his hips up, thrusting into his boyfriend. "Hyung," (name) screams. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder, please. " "Yeah," Minhyuk growls, lifting his boyfriend's hips up and slamming him back down, impaling him on his cock, as (name) wails. "You like that?" Minhyuk says, doing it again. Minhyuk grunts, and slams the boy down on his cock, again and again, until he's sobbing, his voice breaking on every word.

"Please," he cries. "What do you want, baby?" Minhyuk taunts, as he continues fucking his boyfriend's ass, his movements becoming slower, more measured, deeper. "Hyung, please," (name) sobs. "touch me. I'm so close. ." Minhyuk grins. "Not yet, baby," he whispers. "You can't come until I say you can." "Hyung," (name) protests.

"You said you wanted to ride me," Minhyuk reminds him. "Ride me like you mean it. Don't stop, baby. Don't you dare fucking stop." (name)'s eyes flutter closed, his hands gripping Minhyuk's chest for stability. He rides him, bouncing on his cock, taking him in over and over, until his thighs are trembling with effort. "Good boy," Minhyuk breathes. "My baby boy's doing so well."

(name) whines, his eyes wet, his bottom lip trembling. "you can come," Minhyuk tells him. (name) blinks, and the tears finally spill, rolling down his cheeks. He sobs as his body spasms, as his hips buck, as his cock twitches, shooting ropes of cum onto his and Minhyuk's bellies. "That's it," Minhyuk purrs, fucking up into his boyfriend, feeling him clench and quiver around him. He whimpers, his body shaking with the aftershocks.

"Hyung, finish inside me," (name) pleads. "Come inside me, please." "Yeah," Minhyuk nods, and grabs (name) by the throat, thrusting into him, fast. After a a couple of times, he's coming, with his fingers digging into his boyfriend's hips, pulling him down, down, as he spills his load inside him, grunting loudly. Minhyuk lies down on the bed, pulling (name) with him so that the younger now rests over his boyfriend’s naked form. Minhyuk's hands slide down (name)’s back,down his ass, and when he reaches the swell of his buttocks, his fingers slide in, spreading his asscheeks apart, feeling his cum start to leak out of his hole.

"Hyung, don't," (name) says, pushing his hands away. "That's so gross." Minhyuk smiles, and leans up to kiss him. "I'll clean you up," he offers, and (name)'s face goes red, embarrassed. "Okay," he lets Minhyuk pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, and Minhyuk feels a rush of affection for his adorable boyfriend. Holding him close, he kisses his neck and whispers, "I love you." "Love you too," (name) whispers back.

Minhyuk gently places him on the counter, and wets a towel, using it to wipe the cum off of his body. When he's done, he sets the cloth aside and wipes himself too. "Thank you for that, baby," he murmurs as he pecks (name)'s lips. Minhyuk helps him off the counter, and then picks him up again, carrying him back to the bed. The older male lays him down, and then gets inside the sheets, next to him.

(name) hums happily, burrowing into Minhyuk's warmth. "How was that for a wake-up call?" he asks, a smile in his voice. "Wonderful," Minhyuk chuckles, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend as the two go right back to sleep.

[wwefan2002]

Mami's medicine

Rhea x !fem reader

summary: rhea gets put into a hospital for her sex addiction and the reader has a crush on her and becomes her nurse, but Rhea refuses all medication except she will take the reader ;) enjoy it's going to be a bit long, but I hope it's worth it.

TW: rough sex, anal, strap on sex, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, talk of mental illness and addiction, oral

18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: Hi hope you guys enjoy this one thanks to @mamimania for the idea for this one hope I did your idea justice. ;)

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You walk the hallway checking on the other patient's, checking on them making sure they feel comfortable in their rooms and to check up on them. Your coworker had mentioned that there was a new patient that had just shown up today she said you would freak out when you saw who it was, but you didn't believe her. You walked to room 218 and as you looked in your jaw almost hit the floor.

"holy shit" you said under your breath but still loud enough to be heard by her you tried to compose yourself as you looked at her. She lifted her head to see who it was that was speaking as she did, she smiled, you couldn't believe your eyes Rhea Ripley was in your hospital and you just became her nurse. Your heart about jumping out of your chest like it was doing a long jump, you finally composed yourself as you entered her room.

"Hi, you must be the nurse" she said as she smiled at you, you wanted to start screaming you couldn't believe your favorite wrestler was here of all places. You gazed into her eyes as you smiled, her eyes a beautiful oceanic blue. You looked her up and down admiring her figure looking over all of her tattoos that adorn her skin, your eyes trace over the patterns before returning to her eyes.

"yes Iam sorry i...its just im a big wrestling fan and would never have excepted you of all people to be here" you retorted as you gazed at Rhea. She was putting away the last of her things in her dresser as she turned and sat on the bed her eyes met yours again. She smiled as she looked you up and down starting from your amber colored locks to your curvy yet slender figure her eyes tracing your curves from your big yet perky boobs to your toned stomach all the way to your smooth supple legs.

"well I'm glad to meet a fan I'm not in here for the reason most may think though see I have a different kind of addiction instead of drugs or alcohol I'm addicted to women and what I'm seeing is making my addiction go wild right now" Rhea said with a devilish smile. You looked at her and smiled, you looked at the chart near the door as you browsed through it see indeed, she is in here for having a sex addiction. You look at the pages seeing they have her prescribed for hormone blockers to try to suppress the urges she's having but you know that won't help her as it's just a placebo rather than actual hormone blockers that they will give her, and they will just keep her in her room so she can't fuck anyone.

" well, I have a few questions to ask you if that's ok so I can better help understand your addiction" You retort as you put the chart back and close the door and lock it before you pull out the desk chair that sits near the desk. You sit and you look at the walls briefly looking over the wallpaper all the walls adorned with bluish red wallpaper with a simple clock and desk with a small lamp on the desk.

" Sure of course I'm surprised I thought this place would be like padded walls and cell doors like you see on tv or movies" Rhea admits as she looks out the window in the room before turning her head back to you smiling and chuckling a bit.

" no we aren't that type of hospital we deal with less severe illness almost like a detox or rehab center home for people" You retort and chuckle as you get comfy facing Rhea. Your mind racing at the naughty thoughts that now entered your brain as you try to block them out and focus on your work. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on Rhea, she was amazing, and you couldn't help but stare at her and she frankly couldn't stop staring at you either.

" So, I'll be honest with you they have you on what they call "hormone blockers" but it's really nothing it's just bullshit they are just going to keep you in your room to try and stop you from doing anything with anyone, but I know that's not what you need" You say smirking a little at Rhea as you look at her legs crossed her hands resting on her lap as she sits with her sweatpants on and a motionless in white t shirt. She still looked beautiful to you despite not having on her signature black makeup she still looked stunning to you as your eyes wandered all over her body.

" Well then what do you think I need doll" Rhea retorts as she smirks. Your heart melting at hearing her call you doll. You just want her to take you and do unspeakable things to you, but you also know that this is your job. You look at your notes playfully before gazing back up to meet Rhea's gaze.

"I think you just need a really good lay how long has it been since you had sex" you Inquire as you almost gawk over Rhea tracing the lines of her tattoos and her curves with your eyes. You can't stop thinking about how bad you would submit to her. You glance down at your notes as Rhea speaks.

"I haven't had sex in probably months I have tried to get out and meet people, but nothing ever works or I'm always too busy to actually have sex with anyone" Rhea states as her head drops a bit staring at her lap. She felt as if she was the problem like she couldn't get laid because she was doing something wrong. While she never stated that you could see it just from the way her shoulders slumped, and her head fell low into her hands, she almost sank into herself feeling shame.

" Hey, it's not your fault things can happen everyone gets busy and might be to tire or preoccupied to do it" you mention as you move closer to Rhea. You put out your hand and put it atop hers as you softly run your thumb over her hand. She lifts her head looking at you she looked as if she wanted to cry. You then felt her hand caress your face and you were shocked, but you didn't move away.

" I need you" Rhea admits as she looks into your eyes. Your stunned as you gaze into her eyes. You can't believe she wanted you of all people. You gazed into rhea's eyes; in your mind you wanted nothing more than for her to take you and make you hers, but you also knew you couldn't risk your job. You sat there looking into her eyes and you thought about how this could affect your job but then again how many chances would you have to be with your favorite wrestler let alone have sex with her.

" I need you to" you admit as you look at her you smile. You didn't care if this affected your job you were going to take the chance. Rhea moved you closer to her, she ran her hands over your thighs softly rubbing them. You were surprised but also super excited for what this could turn into as you let out a soft sigh. You then pull away a bit, Rhea looks at you a bit concerned.

" Did I do something wrong" Rhea retorts she gazes at you as you turn to the clock quickly. You glance up at the clock seeing that you have to finish your rounds but knowing that the night shift is super slow and there won't be anyone to bother you and Rhea.

" No, you didn't but I have to finish my rounds, but I will be back later tonight I promise" you say as you smirk at her. You didn't want to leave Rhea, but you also knew you didn't want anyone else to get suspicious of you. You then got up and looked back at Rhea before getting close to her and kissing her cheek. You then turned and walked to the door before leaving you turn back and look at Rhea winking.

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Several hours later you finished your rounds making sure that everyone had taken their meds and got situated for the night. You said goodbye to your coworkers as you watched them leave for the night you knew your night was just beginning. You then made your way to Rhea's room, your heart racing and mind swirling with thoughts of what might happen. You finally made your way to her door as you took one last deep breath you opened the door not prepared for what was on the other side. There she stood in nothing but very skimpy thing and bra black in color of course, her eyes met yours as she looked at your reaction she grinned widely making her way towards you as you closed the door behind you.

" well, well well I'm glad you finally showed up I was starting to think you weren't coming" Rhea says smiling at you as you turn to face her again your jaw still almost on the floor at the sight of her. Your eyes gawking at her, her skin looking soft and supple your eyes scan from head to toe admiring the tattoos that adorn her slender yet toned legs up to her thighs and to the very thing thong that barley covers her pussy. Your eyes continue up to her tone and muscular stomach your eyes focusing in on the details of every inch of her body seeing how the ink hugs her curves, as your eyes continue up her body your eyes fall a pawn her supple yet perky tits which are covered by a skimpy bra. Rhea looks at you and smirks before turning around allowing you to get a good gaze of her juicy ass, your jaw wide open again as she turns to face you.

" You like what you see Babygirl what's wrong to stunned to talk" Rhea proudly beams out as she gets closer to you. She knew she had you where she wanted you and she was going to do whatever she wanted with you. She walks closer to you looking down at you slightly smiling from ear to ear. She then takes your face in her hands tipping your chin up to look at her before she kisses you. She pulls away looking at you as she leads you to the bed. She then sits you on the bed looking down at you smirking at you.

" Now you're going to be mami's toy you understand I get to do whatever I want with you" she retorts as she looks at you licking her lips. You looked up at her admiring the way her lips looked as her tounge ran along them. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening, but you were also glad it was, you were willing to do anything Rhea wanted.

" Yes mami" you say as you look up at her your eyes bouncing all over the place looking at every inch of her skin admiring her curves, your mouth salivating at the thought of getting to taste Rhea. You shift slightly as Rhea gets on the bed next to you. She then takes your shirt in her hands and pulls it over your head exposing your bra she then takes her thumbs and hooks them into the waistband of your pants pulling at them as you lift off the bed slightly to help her take them off, your panties now on display to Rhea's eyes she looks at you admiring your curves as she licks her lips again.

" You look so pretty for mami" her words running through your ears and to your brain feeling the words melt like wax you are puddy in her hands ready to mold to her liking as she strips your bra from your shoulders exposing your big perky tits. Her eyes light up as she looks at your perky nipples getting hard from the cool air in the room. " Your tits are perfect I can't wait to have them in my face" Rhea proclaims your face turning a slight shade of red. Rhea then slides her hand into your panties before you can react. Her slender fingers caressing your pussy her fingertips softy brushing against your clit, you let out a soft moan as her fingers feel your pussy.

" You like that huh you like being mami's toy" she says as she looks at you squirm from the way she's touching you. You nod your head but before you can even think Rhea's hand is wrapped around your throat. She looks deep in your eyes almost staring through you. " You use your words you say yes mami am I clear" she growls you look into her eyes seeing them filled with fiery lust. Yare almost to stunned to speak but you manage to finally speak.

" yes, mami I love being your toy I'm yours do what you wish with my body" You proclaim to her. You can't believe that you just said that, but it was too late to go back before you could even think she had your panties off staring at your exposed pussy dripping wet for her. You watch as Rhea gets up from the bed telling you to stay put as she goes into her closet to get something she then turns back to you to reveal a pair of handcuffs and a purple strap on, she smiled at you as she put the strap on around her waist, she then made her way back to you.

" You're going to be my property you will be my slut" she says smirking as she stands in front of you. You look up at her your eyes meeting hers you know you are at her mercy now and you love the thought of that as your pussy drips with anticipation of what will happen next. Rhea then grabs your wrists placing the handcuffs on you after which she cuffs you to the bedposts so you can't move unless she lets you.

" Yes, mami make me your property I want to be the best slut I can be for you" you coo the words like sweet honey to a bee Rhea smirks and then spread your legs kneeling between them she slowly teases your pussy with her fingers and giving short licks to your pussy. She wants you begging for her to fuck you as she keeps teasing your pussy you whimper. She smiles at how needy you are becoming for her, she then slips two fingers inside you fingering you slowly.

You moan out as her fingers curl inside of you, your brain fogging up at the pleasure she's giving you. You lift your head up looking at Rhea as she keeps fingering you slowly, you start to whimper as she keeps going painfully slow. You reach out to touch her, but you remeber your hands are cuffed to the bed.

" No touching unless I tell you bitch" she hisses you moan out at her harsh words. Your head spinning with all the thoughts and pleasure she gives you. She then retracts her fingers from inside you causing you to whimper at the empty feeling inside you. She crawls up straddling your body looking down at you as she flashes you a wicked smile. she grabs your face in her hand running her thumb on your cheek before sticking her thumb in your mouth. You immediately open your mouth and suck her thumb moaning as you suck on it. Rhea looks at you before pulling her thumb out of your mouth and slapping you.

" Now suck my dick bitch" she says harshly as she uncuffs you from the bed she grabs your hair, she pulls you to your knees as she slides off the bed standing in front of you. She pulls your hair hard, but you fully submit to her touch as you follow her commands. You then take the strap into your mouth its bigger than you expected it's about 5 inches in length but it's also very girthy. You start sucking the strap as best you can, taking it into your mouth inch by inch until you feel Rhea's hand on the back of your head forcing you to take it all into your throat. You try your best to take it all, but you end up coughing and gaging all of this makes Rhea moan she loves watching as you submit to her in every way.

" Thats, it take it bitch take my dick in your throat you like taking mami's dick in your throat huh" Rhea proclaims as she pulls you up by the hair to look at you. Your hair a mess and saliva all over your face she kisses you deeply after which she smacks you again leaving a handprint on your cheek. She smiles wide before forcing back down on your knees and shoving the strap into your throat again, this time she starts thrusting into your mouth making you take every inch weather you chose to or not she was going to make sure you took it all.

" Your mami's whore forever I will do whatever I want with you" she says as she shoves the strap back in and out of your mouth not allowing you to catch your breath. You cough and gag as she fucks your throat but now your pussy is dripping all over the bed sheets leaving a visible stain. You felt like you were going to cum just from her fucking your throat. Rhea then slides the strap out of your mouth and grabs your face looking into your eyes.

" Now turn round bitch mami's going to pound your holes like the slut you are" Rhea says triumphantly. You turn around shaking your ass in Rhea's face as you feel a hard smack come across your ass making you yelp a little and moan at the same time as you feel the head of the strap touch your folds you whimper as she slides it up and down your slit teasing you making you want to just shove your ass back and engulf the strap with your pussy.

" Please mami please fuck me I need you inside of me" you plead with her as she keeps teasing your pussy slowly sliding it in you before pulling it out again. Rhea grins at hearing you plead for her she then smacks your ass again grinning at the sight of it jiggling. You whimper as she slides the strap in and out of you not fulling fucking you she wants you begging for her. you turn back to look at her.

" please....please mami fuck me fuck me hard I need you inside of me please im your fucktoy" you beg Rhea to fuck you as you turn back to face the window you feel the strap fully enter you feeling it fill you up. You let out a loud moan as you feel her fully enter you feeling her thighs hit your ass as she is almost hitting your womb. She grabs your hips as she starts to thrust in and out of your pussy making you moan aloud. She smacks your ass as you start thrusting into her movements you started feeling your climax approaching.

" You gonna cum bitch huh you gonnna cum for mami that's it cum on mami's dick slut" she retorts harshly her words flood your ears as she slams you onto the strap your pussy clenching around it in one last final thrust you feel your pussy squirt as you cry out for Rhea as you ride your climax, she slowly pulls the strap out of you. You collapse on the bed your face buried in the sheets but your ass still in the air. Rhea then smacks your ass hard several times before getting behind you again.

" I said I'm going to pound your holes and now I'm going to pound this fat juicy ass" Rhea announces as she then spits on your sensitive ass. You lift your head off the bed but before you can say anything she shoves the strap deep inside your ass, you wince and moan out in pain and pleasure. She grabs your hips and starts to thrust deeply in your ass not slowing down she is going to make your ass hers. As Rhea thrusts into your ass the strap comes back and brushes against her clit she then thrusts harder and faster chasing her own orgasm as she pounds your tight ass with no mercy.

" Thats it bitch take mami's dick in your tight little ass who's ass is this bitch" Rhea growls as she keeps pounding your ass hard the pain turning into pure pleasure. You can barely speak or form sentences as she thrusts into your ass you moan loudly as you start thrusting back into her your hips smacking hers making your ass jiggle. You mind completely blank at this point you are only thinking of how good Rhea's dick feels inside your ass.

" Your ass mami this is your ass I'm all yours I'm your whore I'm your slutty fucktoy mami" You exclaim moaning loudly as you thrust harder and harder taking her strap deep inside you. Rhea smiles as your words flood her ears she grins wide as she thrusts just as hard as you do all while smacking your ass she is loving every moment of this. She starts feeling her orgasm coming on as she thrusts harder onto you.

" cum on mami's dick bitch cum from mami fucking your slutty little ass" she says crudely as she smacks your ass ahrder after which she grabs your hair pulling you up to her chest forcing you to look at her as she pulls your head back locking eyes with you. She then sticks two fingers in your mouth as she keeps fucking your ass deep making you suck her fingers she then threw your head forward and put a hand on your back forcing your face into the sheets as she thrusts her hips as fast and as hard as they would go fucking your ass as hard as possible.

" FUCK MAMI'S GONNA CUM" Rhea exclaimed as she thrusted into your ass one final time staying all the way in your ass as she rolled through the waves of her orgasm as she thrusted in you one final time you felt your ass clench down hard on her strap you came at the same time she did and you cried out her name as you came for her. Rhea then pulled the strap out of your ass and then turned you around to face her after which she pulled off the strap and her soaking wet panties she then took her panties and looked at you.

" open your mouth slut" Rhea hissed at you. You did as you were told and she shoved her cum soaked panties into your mouth. You sucked on them tasting her sweet juices and smelling her sweet intoxicating scent as she looked at you. You sucked them clean after which she took them out of your mouth and kissed you.

" I love you" she said as she laid you down before laying next to you.

[cleolovesrin]

Cn you make Sub Ikki Niko from blue lock? ive never requested anything from an creator before so idrk if im doing this right lol

FIRST SHOT

Niko knew the consequences of partying. But what he didn’t know was the pleasure it can bring.

Sub! Ikko Niko x Dom! GN! Reader

CW: aged up characters (college au), reader is a bully x loser nerd virgin niko yes, reader can be any gender, mentions of anal sex and strap on, degradation, semi public sex, rimming, cum eating, fingering, slight fisting, nipple play, masturbation, slight oral, dacryphilia (ofc), alcohol consumption, unrealistic parties lol, let’s pretend you can’t puke when ure drunk bcs dats nasty, idk what else to warn

DNI MINORS. Any gender can interact. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors.

A/N: i’ve been into bully reader lately, so i just had to do this w a loser like niko lol. also i hope i fulfilled ur req anon, hope u like it <3!

Niko felt absolutely stupid. He hated partying, but he also wanted to make friends. So when he found out most students in his university loves partying, he suddenly found himself standing in front of a party bar. His heart thumping loudly while he entered the bar.

The smell of alcohol lingered around the whole place, enough to make Niko nauseous from the smell alone.

He wandered around the place, a light beer in his hands— trying to find at least one person that he could chat with. Hell, he wasn’t even drinking the beer he had, he just didn’t want to look lost in a middle of a bar.

Honestly, he was on the brink of giving up. Maybe partying wasn’t for him. But when he was about to head out—

“Holy shit, is that Niko?”

Niko’s eyes widened, when he heard the familiar voice. It was you— a popular figure on your university. Of course, out of all places he can come across you it had to be a bar. You were quite known for teasing nerds and losers in your university.

And Niko knew he was the absolute epitome of loser and nerd.

So right now, he didn’t even know how he ended up drinking cups of alcohol he lost count of. A crowd gathered up around him, cheering him on and hyping him up to finish the stack of cups in front of him.

He chugged another cup, each and every cup he took has an alcohol that became stronger and stronger. And as he kept on drinking, the more drunk he got. There were three left, but his tolerance couldn’t take it anymore. His whole body became weak to even stand properly.

But a hand held his hair, forcing him to stand up. The person who got him to do this drinking challenge—

“[n- name]…” Niko winced in pain, clutching the end of the table while you pulled on his hair.

“Come on, Niko… You don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of everyone, right?” You took the third cup, bringing it up to his fluffy lips that trembled.

“Drink.” He shakily opened his lips. You got impatient with how slow he opened his mouth— you tugged on his hair harder and pulled his head until it tilted upwards as he opened his mouth in pain, then forcing the cup to his lips. You leaned in his ear to whisper something only the of you could hear,

“Make sure to drink everything— or else I’m embarrassing you in front of everyone.” Niko nodded frantically in panic, too afraid to ruin his whole college life.

You shoved the cup into his mouth, letting the alcohol fill his trembling mouth. At first, he tried to swallow as much as he can, until the last sip was bunched in his mouth. Niko couldn’t swallow anymore, too drunk and nauseous to drink further.

You tugged on his hair harder, then leaned to whisper into his ear. Your voice being the only thing that Niko hears despite the cheering crowd around you.

“Drink everything. Don’t be fucking useless.”

He immediately complied, swallowing as much as he can inside his mouth. In Niko’s mind, he thought he emptied his mouth good, but in reality he didn’t swallow well. So when he stuck his whole tongue out to show you he swallowed everything,

Your eyes widened when he suddenly turned to you with his tongue hung out. His saliva and alcohol dripping down like a smooth slick, landing on the table in front of him. You were more than shocked at the sight,

Because the sight in front of you looked rather sexual than pathetic, the one you wanted him to look like. But looking now at how he panted heavily while sticking his tongue out, his legs trembling to keep him standing and tears visible through his bangs that sticked to his forehead due to sweat.

Shit, your groin felt tight. You didn’t know if it was because of the amount of alcohol you also consumed, but the sight made you highly aroused.

Niko shakily reached for the second cup, drinking it while struggling. The crowd cheered him on and laughed at him as he tried to drink the whole cup. He could only finish barely half the cup, placing down the halfway full cup then turning to you.

“[name]…-“ You could only hear your name being called, the rest of his words muffled because the crowd was too loud. You leaned into his ears to hear his words clearly,

“P- please— please, help me with my boner… I- I’ll help y- you with yours…”

Shit, you didn’t even notice you were getting highly aroused to the point there was a slightly visible wet patch on your crotch. You also forgot that Niko has great vision, or whatever that was called. He immediately noticed that patched. You also looked onto his crotch, seeing a more visible wet patch on his crotch and a tent in his pants.

You took the still halfway full cup and drunk the rest in it, leaving the strongest cup of alcohol left. You took it in your hand, while Niko trembled in nervousness. Knowing damn well he couldn’t drink the last cup whole. But suddenly,

“I don’t think this loser can drink anymore, I’m taking him to the bathroom to sober him up. I’m drinking the last one on behalf of him.”

You dragged him to the bathroom— your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to guide him tipsy to the bathroom. When you both reached the bathroom, you threw him by the sink, letting him upper body bend on the edge of the sink.

Niko whimpered, trying to recompose himself and his thoughts. His mind too hazy from the alcohol and his arousal. He heard you lock the door behind him, your footsteps heavy when you approached him bent over.

“You fucking slut, you probably wanted me to do you in front of everyone, huh?” Niko shook his head, his bangs swayed frantically as he tried to deny your words.

“N- no, I—“

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His small boner bouncing out his pants and his leaking hole in display while he bent over and you kneeled between his cheeks.

Niko whimpered when he felt your hot breath hit the skin of his ass. Then, your warm lips started to kiss and suck his saggy balls, your teeth slightly scraping the sensitive skin.

He moaned loudly when you took his balls whole in your mouth, sucking on them rough and hard until it turned slightly red. Then you kissed down into his small length, easily sucking it whole by how small it was. Niko’s legs trembled as he screamed a moan with how hard you were sucking him off, his tip spurted out a thick liquid into your mouth.

You got up, your mouth filled with his sticky cum. Your hands going to his neck, wrapping around it tightly until his mouth opened from lack of air. You spitted his own secretions into his mouth. He still struggled to swallow, the salty taste of his cum and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol lingering his taste buds.

Your mouth kissed his cum-filled mouth, earning a moan from his while you pushed your the rest of cum into his throat with your tongue.

You pulled away then kissed his neck, down to his back, until your lips reached the smooth skin of his ass. Your hot breath fanning his hole as he whined with his heart beating out his chest.

Your salivating tongue licked the rim of his hole, Niko immediately moaned loudly. Thankfully, the music outside was too loud and people were drunk to even hear his insanely loud mouth.

Before your tongue could intrude his hole, his hand stopped you.

“W- wait…” Niko whined under his breath. You got up again and neared him, asking a “What?”. Your patience slightly running low, but deciding to listen nonetheless.

“Uhm…I don’t know how to— uhm…” Niko whispered, his face red and flustered of embarrassment.

“Is this…your first?” Niko nodded, looking away from pure embarrassment. You chuckled in responding, suddenly pulling on his hair and making him face the mirror. You pushed all his bangs away, revealing his teary teal eyes.

“Good. Watch yourself turn into a useless slut for the first time.”

He whined at the degrading words and the pain from your palm hitting the surface of his ass. He felt you spread his ass cheeks roughly and you kneeled behind him again.

“Don’t look away from your reflection, yeah?”

Your tongue pushed into his pulsing hole, pushing until your nose hit the crack of his ass and until your tongue couldn’t push further. The overwhelming new sensation of your tongue made his mind drive crazy, his head spinning from the pleasure and alcohol. He looked at his reflection, to his shock he was sticking his tongue out without even noticing. His teal eyes remained unfocused and dazed on himself as he slowly felt a small muscle in the mouth give him this much pleasure.

Your tongue pushed further, circling around his hole until it reached a certain bundle of nerves, his prostate. Niko’s eyes widened, a huge amount of pleasure washed in him. He already thought your tongue inside his ass was too much pleasure, but when your tongue hit a certain spot— he couldn’t fathom the amount of pleasure he has right now. He moaned louder than ever, his legs trembled as his dick squirted another round of thick cum.

“Found it.” Your tongue lapped around his ass one more time, your own saliva dripping down your chin and his hole dripped with his own slick and your saliva, dripping down onto his twitching dick.

You stood up, turning his shaking body around. His front now facing you and his back laid down onto the cold sink tile.

Your hand grabbed the hem of his shirt before removing it, rendering him completely naked. While you, you were still fully dressed. Niko whined, trying to also pull your shirt. But you slapped his hands away, earning a whimper from him. You pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles, taking his underwear before bunching it up to a ball. Shoving it into his mouth roughly.

“Sluts like you need to keep their loud mouth shut.” You slapped his thighs then his ass again and again until satisfied. Making sure his ass would look red later.

Niko moaned under the makeshift gag, arching his back against the cold surface of the sink. His moans became louder when your fingers rubbed his rim.

Without any warning, your fingers pushed inside. It was one at first, thrusting it slow and shallow. Your index finger feeling up his sticky, gummy walls. Your saliva from earlier becoming tacky.

When you deemed he was stretched enough, you added another finger. This time, your thrusts were faster than before. Niko moaned around your fingers, his legs trashed around while his toes curled from the increasing pleasure.

His loud noises were muffled by the underwear shoved in his mouth, making him struggle to speak. You pulled out the makeshift gag with your other hand while the other fingered his hole roughly. He shut his eyes closed from the pleasure he was feeling, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. As if greed was taking over him.

“M- more…”

Niko’s eyes shot open when he felt two more fingers get added. Four fingers in total started to thrust in him rougher and harder. Four of your fingers reaching knuckles down into his ass, hitting places he didn’t know can bring him pleasure.

He screamed whilst moaning when you pushed past your knuckles. His mind going crazy at how painful yet pleasurable your fisting was.

Your fist eased in him, then your mouth went to his nipples to distract him from the pain. Niko rolled his eyes back and his tongue hung out his mouth when your wet, warm tongue lapped around the sensitive buds of his nipple.

You sucked on it, bit on it, and pulled the buds with your teeth while you fisted his hole then pulled out completely. Your four fingers going back in him and thrusting faster, harder, and roughly. He moaned and writhed under you, the pain and pleasure all mixing into one.

His nipples felt extremely sensitive by your mouth and his hole was spent by one of your hand. He thought the pleasure he could receive has reached its maximum.

But your free hand reached for his limp dick. He released a shocked and loud moan, feeling your calloused hand jerk him off fast and hard as your thrusts did.

Your mouth kept playing with his nipples, taking turns on each side. Biting and sucking on it, making sure both was getting the same amount of pleasure and pain. While four of your fingers dug knuckles deep in him, thrusting as hard and fast as you can. Reaching for his prostate and abusing the hell out of it.

All the pleasure he felt was uncontrollable, your movements were fast and unforgiving. Rendering him weak and sensitive under your touch. He couldn’t stop you anymore from playing with his body.

He laid below you, writhing and moaning out your name like a chant. His back arched perfectly, his body screamed submission. Vulnerable under you, his exposed teal eyes crossed and rolling behind his head out of pleasure while tears flowed out his eyes. His tongue still lolled out his mouth while he made noises like a dog. The pleasure he’s receiving made his mind fucked dumb along with the influence of alcohol.

Your movement became erratic, everything became harder and faster. Too rough for Niko’s sanity, he trembled like a leaf as he felt the knot in his stomach twist pleasurably. He was about to cum, and you were abusing every sensitive spot in his body while doing so.

“C- cumming… Please! Let me cum…a- ahh— ngh— aah~!” He choked on his own moans and words. His arms and legs wrapped around you whilst you worked your way around him. You pulled away your mouth for a second to speak,

“Then cum, you slut.”

Niko arched his back when you resumed sucking his nipples. His whole body moved in closer to your touch. Completely deprived from the pleasure he’s feeling.

His dick twitched on your hands, despite it being overstimulated, it still twitched and squirted out a monstrous amount of cum. The thin, white liquid tainting both your stomach. His tip released so much cum, his whole body fell limp.

You resumed your movements and touch but gentle now. Your mouth kissed his red and plump nipples gently. Whole your fingers massaged his insides slowly, and your other hand gently jerked him off through his high.

Niko moaned weakly when you pulled your fingers out of him. His whole body still felt the phantom feeling of your roughness, making his body still lightly twitch and limp from the overstimulation. You brought two fingers to your mouth, licking his juices while holding eye contact with him.

He looked at you with wide eyes and a burning red face, he also opened his mouth to you. You finished licking your fingers and bought it to his mouth, shoving all four fingers in his mouth. He sucked his own juices and your saliva as if he was a thirsty slut. He moaned while he did so, his own noises getting muffled by your digits. You pulled your fingers away from his plump lips,

You kissed him gently, putting his clothes back on. Wiping his sweaty body with a handkerchief in your pocket.

“You good? Can you stand?” You asked him, looking at his spent body.

He only nodded, his mind was still fuzzy from pleasure and his throat felt sore from screaming so much. You chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t reply properly, helping him up.

When both of you got out the bathroom, there were half as much as people from earlier. The two of you were at it for so long, it was nearing closing time. Thankfully, no one noticed the bathroom were locked the whole night. Or else both of you would get caught.

You peered over Niko, who looked like a tired and lost kitten. You chuckled softly, how could a nerd from your class look this cute?

“Let me drive you home and buy you water.”

“O- okay…”

Rest assured he rode your cock/strap on the way home.

[nerdybookworm25]

Even MORE Caitvi Headcannons

If you don’t ship Caitvi pls just scroll away 🩵

SFW:

- as soon as Cait was able, she was back at work. It was a lethal combination of her workaholic nature and her guilt over what she had done under Ambessa’s manipulation (this drove Vi nuts)

- Vi didn’t know what she wanted to do after the war and healing (physically) and it had her really down for a long time

- Eventually, Vi gets back into boxing (which helps improve her mental health) and much later on ends up opening a boxing studio where she teaches classes for all ages on the Zaun side of the bridge, but still in view of Piltover

- every class is entirely free Zaunites

- The studio ends up reconnecting her with Zaun, less people consider her a sell out/Piltover lapdog, etc, and she ends up regaining ownership of where the Last Drop was, rebuilds it, and reopens it

- You will see Vi there working pretty much any night that Cait is working overnight because she hates sitting alone in the Manor

- All of the money Vi makes from running the bar goes to the upkeep of the facilities, her employees, and the Firelights; she keeps none of it for herself AT ALL

- Cait doesn’t go into Zaun for YEARS after the war. She just staunchly refuses no matter how much Vi tries to convince her to visit her at either of her jobs

- PDA is something they both do a lot but only to an extent

- Like in public Cait and Vi are always holding hands/someone’s hand will be in someone else’s back pocket/an arm will be around a waist but they don’t really like kiss or hug in public

- you might catch a cheek kiss or a kiss to the back of a hand but it is always chaste on the rare occasion it does happen

- these girls LOVE a farmers’ market holy shit like they will walk around with Artemis and Apollo and kids’ll come up and pet the dogs and it’s just like a fun family thing they do together

- SPEAKING OF FAMILY, THE KIDS!!

- I think they have 2 girls and they’re named Cassandra Felicia Kiramman (Cassie/Cas) and Lavander Kona Kiramman (Lav/Vandie)

- I looked it up, and found that League (which I know nothing about tbh) bases Ionian language pretty heavily on Japanese, so “Kona” is the Japanese word for “Powder” or in this context, the Ionian word for it

- Cassie is older and looks like baby Cait but with more indigo/purple hair than Cait’s indigo/blue hair and has Vi’s eyes. She also has Cait’s build: Long legs and a short torso

- Vandie has hair that is a super pale purple — like it’s truly reflective of her name and Cait’s eyes, but holy fuck does she just have Vi’s face. She has a long torso and long legs (Vi’s torso with Cait’s legs if you wanna have it put that way) so she ends up being the tallest in the family by the time she stops growing

- When Cait sees Vi and Lav together, she calls them her flowers (Violet and Lavender — get it? Also fun fact these flowers both have been used historically as symbols of lesbianism so that’s fun too!!)

- Cas got nicknamed muffin as a kid and it has STUCK so when she and Cait are together, Vi ends up calling them baked goods or sweet treats and they both roll their eyes affectionately

- Cassandra and Lavander are five years apart and holy fuck they DID NOT get along until they were like 15 and 10 respectively and even then it could still be a little rocky, but it was usually a lot more playful from then on

- They really became best friends the year before Cassandra went on her first tour about Runeterra with Piltover’s professional shooting league

- UGH I HAVE SO MUCH I COULD WRITE ABOUT THESE GIRLS I SWEAR

NSFW:

- idk why im so fixated on Sub!Cait and Dom!Vi right now when I think they do the reverse slightly more often but oh well

- I’m just gonna get right into it I think they’re both into ass play/anal to an extent and no I cannot explain where that thought comes from

- For whatever reason, I think Cait is both the most into that between the two of them and the most embarrassed about it (Vi fucking LOVES to tease her about when she’s domming)

- While neither of them will be outright degrading to one another (both in and out of kink and ESPECIALLY when Cait is domming Vi) but Cait does like a mix of praise and degradation and tries to

- they both absolutely have collars

- Vi kisses it after eating it regardless of if she’s in charge or not

- These ladies LOVE a boiling hot bath together as part of aftercare

- QUICKIES ARE A STAPLE

- these two always have hickies all the fuck over

- Cait always tells Vi to not put them in visible spots because she doesn’t want ppl at work or around Piltover to see them (not because she is embarrassed of Vi at all, but rather because she thinks that it would be unprofessional of her…and admittedly very distracting to her when she’d catch herself in a reflective surface)

- in contrast, Vi doesn’t give a shit where Cait puts a hickey on her and she won’t cover up visible ones unless she and Cait have an official event to go to. It wouldn’t be unusual to see them walking around Piltover together on a weekend holding hands with Vi’s neck looking like it got mauled

- I KNOW I SAID NO IMPACT PLAY AND I STAND BY IT BUT I do think that if she’s in the mood for it…Vi doesn’t mind having her pussy slapped lightly; its never enough to hurt — frankly, it’s more of a tap than anything — but the moan she’ll let out when Cait does that…fuck

- they’ve had sex in some form in almost every single room of the manor (excluding the servants’ quarters and the rooms that Tobias moved to once Cait and Ci moved into the master bedroom)

- Grinding is huge for both of them, but on different parts of each other’s bodies

- I think I’ve mentioned this before (I could be wrong but whatever) but I think that Vi loves to grind on Cait’s thighs

- Cait, on the other hand, loves to grind on Vi’s abs

- Both of them are fucking freaks and will occasionally grind on whoever’s in charge’s boots

- Cait is ABSOLUTELY more of a brat than Vi. They’ll both brat sometimes, but if it’s a game of who’s most likely to, it’s going to be Cait

- I know I’ve talked about how Cait would punish Vi in a previous post, but I don’t think I talked about how Vi would punish Cait

- It is absolutely making Cait work herself up while she watches Vi work herself up OR Vi will make Cait work to “earn” her collar (this is where the boot grinding comes in — just read a FANTASTIC fic with this premise and holy fuck it was so so SO GOOD)

[kaminocasey]

The Difference Part Two

Summary: You get back to your apartment and both Ordo and Mereel treat you to a good night.

Pairing: Mereel x Reader x Ordo (NO Clonec*st)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, holy shit, so much smut lol. Anal, threesome (no clonecest), unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a (wrap it up friends), oral (f and m receiving), fingering, creampies, squirting. Ordo Skirata is a loverboy. Mereel Skirata KNOWS what he's DOING. If I missed anything, lemme know lol.

WC: 4.5K

A/N: HELLO I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN A YEAR IN THE MAKING LMAO. I'm so so sorry it took so long. I've had so much personal stuff going on, it's insane. Anyway, I hope it's worth it! I know I for sure wanna do a part 3 and I promise that if I do, it won't be a year from now lol.

Part ONE │TAGLIST FORM │Republic Commando Masterlist

When you finally pull up to your apartment building, Ordo parks the speeder at record speed. The two commandos let you lead them through the lobby to the elevator, hitting the 23rd level button. Both men stand quietly, trying to refrain from pulling you into their arms right then and having their way with you in the elevator. Mereel wouldn’t mind. Ordo, however, is the more private of the two. 

Meanwhile, you’re absolutely vibrating with nerves and both men are picking up on it. It doesn’t make them want you any less, though. 

When the elevator doors open, you walk to your front door with both Ordo and Mereel a step behind you. When you unlock your door, walk into your apartment, and drop your bag and jacket on the dining room table, you turn to look at them.

They both politely kick their shoes off by the front door and you can’t help but be endeared by that. Whoever taught them that, good job. 

You watch as Mereel goes and stands by the floor to ceiling windows, looking over Galactic City. Ordo decides on the couch. Who do you go to first?

As if he can read your mind, Mereel speaks up. “Whoever you want to go to is okay, mesh’la.”

You nod, smiling nervously and walk toward Ordo, sitting next to him on the couch. Ordo gives you a soft look of surprise, as if he can’t believe you chose to go to him instead of Mereel. 

“Y-you’re sure?” Ordo asks, softly. 

You nod, smiling over at Mereel, who’s now sitting in the chair by the couch. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m almost positive I’ve never been so sure of anything before.” 

“Well, in that case…” Ordo whispers, smiling.

He confidently presses his lips to yours and you go warm all over, again. You know that this is absolutely something you want. Wanting more, you climb into his lap and he groans softly when you brush against his hardened length. Ordo’s hands fall to your ass, gripping you enough to let you know you’re not going anywhere. 

Pulling away from him, you can’t help but smile at him as he watches you start to pull your shirt out of your skirt and then unbutton it. The more visible your chest becomes, the harder he gets. 

Maker, she’s beautiful, Ordo and Mereel seem to share a thought. 

Ordo wants to say something, but he’s genuinely too stunned. He’s never met anyone like you, and that’s saying something because he’s met a lot of people. Probably too many people. You’re sweet and funny and he finds himself clinging to your every word. He’s sure Mereel feels the same way. 

“Mereel, you want to join us?” You look back at him and find that he’s sitting in the chair, looking completely relaxed.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Mereel teases, getting up to sit next to his brother on the couch. 

You reach over and kiss Mereel as soon as he sits down, pulling him by his collared shirt to you. He chuckles softly against your lips before deepening the kiss, needing to taste you. 

Ordo’s hands travel up your sides, cupping your breasts and teasing you over your bra, making you whimper into Mereel’s mouth. Both men groan at the absolutely beautiful sounds you make. 

Pulling away from Mereel, your lips desperately find Ordo’s again. His hands move to cup your neck, holding you there so he can slip his tongue into your mouth. With shaky fingers, you start to unbutton his shirt and then let it fall behind him on the couch. You pull away again, only to kiss his warm, bare chest. His head falls back with a content sigh. 

Mereel’s fingers expertly unclasp your bra and you let it fall off of you. 

“Fuck, cyar’ika… look at you.” Mereel gets off the couch to get behind you, kissing your neck immediately as you pull Ordo back to you so you can kiss him. “So fucking beautiful, isn’t she Ordo?”

Ordo hums in agreement, unable to break away from you. Mereel’s hands move around you to gently squeeze your breasts, tweaking your pert nipples with his thumb and forefingers, making you gasp into Ordo’s mouth. Mereel only chuckles darkly as he sucks marks into your bare shoulders. Your whimpers are like music to his ears, and he’s absolutely sure no woman has ever sounded so perfect. 

Ordo’s firm warm hands grasp at your bare thighs as your skirt gets hiked up around your waist, guiding you back and forth over his hardened length. Unable to help yourself, you grip his shoulder, digging your fingertips into his hardened muscles. 

“Look at her using you, ner vod.” Mereel teases, his voice low and needy in your ear, making you whimper. “Feel good, cyar’ika?” 

With parted lips, and a needy feeling so low, you can only nod, words evading you. 

Except Mereel knows. “Tell him, pretty girl. Tell him how bad you need to cum.”

Ordo pulls you against him, a low groan escaping his throat as he crushes his lips to yours, not needing you to tell him. He tastes of desperation and need and you’re apparently starving as your own moans intertwine with his own. You only break apart from him to kiss Mereel, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

You can honestly say that this is not how you expected your night to go when you first got to the bar. You’d been there to work on paperwork and maybe drink a little bit. You were mostly there for the background noise. 

And here you are, making noise. For these two strangers. You’re not sure what has come over you, but you’re definitely not complaining. 

And neither are they. 

Mereel helps you slide off of Ordo’s lap into his own, his lips never breaking apart from yours. His experienced hands find your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

With his free hand, he cups one breast and then takes the other in his mouth, licking hotly over your sensitive nipple, coaxing a soft whine from you. 

“Listen to those sounds.” Mereel praises you. 

“Bedroom?” Ordo asks, trailing his fingers down your arm. 

“That way.” You nod back behind them toward the hallway and as if you weigh nothing, Mereel picks you up and carries you back toward the room. 

He gently eases you down onto the bed and slides your skirt off of you, dropping it somewhere behind him. You watch as he eagerly drops to his knees, the smirk never leaving his face. Ordo sits next to you on the bed, his fingers trailing down your exposed skin, leaving fire in their wake. 

You reach for Ordo’s clothed length, palming his hardened cock, making him groan and you can’t help but smile up at him.

“Ask nicely, cyar’ika.” Mereel starts to slide your panties down. 

“P-please… Ordo. May I?” You ask, softly.

“May you what?” Ordo whispers, grinning down at you.

“May I suck your cock?” You look up at him through your lashes.

He knows right then he’ll never say no to you. Ever. Still, he can’t help the nerves flowing through him as he undoes his belt and tosses it to the floor, pulling his cock out. 

You don’t know what makes you groan louder, Mereel pressing his tongue to your cunt or the sight of Ordo. 

Ordo’s gentle hands guide you to his cock, your mouth already eagerly open and prepared for him. He watches, fully mesmerized by the sight of you splayed out for the two of them. 

When Ordo pushes just the tip into your mouth, his eyes involuntarily roll back. He doesn’t do this sort of thing, going out and meeting women randomly. But with you… there was an instant connection the moment you smiled at him.

You notice he won’t push more than just the tip in yet so you let him take his time. In the meantime, you enjoy the taste of precum beading out of the tip of his cock. You’re almost certain no man has ever gotten you this turned on before. Between Ordo and Mereel, you can’t wait for both of them to have their way with you.

“Maker-” You moan when Mereel’s lips attach to your clit, making you pull away from Ordo momentarily to look down at Mereel.

Mereel smirks up at you with a wink and you feel electricity buzzing through your veins. 

“How does it feel?” Ordo’s voice pulls you out of the electric haze.

“So… so good.” You murmur.

Mereel hums against your soaked core, agreeing with you, making your hips buck against his face.

“Fucking Maker…” Your head falls back and Ordo catches the back of your head with his hand so that he can drown out the sounds of your moans with his own mouth. 

Your hand starts to pump Ordo’s length, eagerly making his own moans vibrate against yours and he finally pulls away to guide your lips to his cock. 

Without coaxing, you eagerly take Ordo as far as you can, enjoying the way his hand grips your hair tightly. Mereel takes that moment to insert two fingers into you, causing you to whine over Ordo’s cock. Ordo groans loudly at the feeling. 

“Fuck she’s so close.” Mereel smirks up at his brother. “She’s practically choking my fingers with how tight she is.” 

“Well, don’t leave the sweet girl waiting.” Ordo smirks down at you and you clench around Mereel. 

Mereel groans and curls his fingers, rubbing and teasing that spongy spot inside of you that no man has bothered with before. His tongue teases your clit and you can’t help but roll your own eyes back, still sucking Ordo as best as you can while being sent over your edge. Your vision goes fuzzy and light as you come around Mereel’s fingers. You pull away from Ordo to look down at Mereel, breathing heavily. 

“You cum like an angel.” Mereel sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste you and your lips part, clearly turned on by the sight.

You lean forward, grabbing Mereel by the shirt. “You are way too clothed.” 

He chuckles as you kiss him, tasting yourself on him. He fumbles with his shirt as he pulls it off between kisses, his pants being the next to go as he crawls up into the bed with you and Ordo, one man on each side of you. Ordo’s fingers come to play with your breasts, from behind you, squeezing and groping in all the right places as Mereel’s lips never leave yours. Ordo’s lips start to nip and suck on your neck, and the thought of being marked up by both of these men turns you on more than you ever thought possible. 

“Maker… You’re both so hot…” You whisper before pulling Ordo to you so you can kiss him again. 

They both chuckle, clearly enjoying how eager you are for them. 

Mereel whispers against your ear. “Who do you want to fuck you first?” 

You pull away from Ordo to look between them, an idea forming but terrified to say it out loud because what if they’re not interested in that? Being between these two is starting to make you feel like you’re in some kind of holoporn. “Um…” You murmur.

Ordo and Mereel share a look and then Mereel smirks, thinking he knows where your brain is going. 

“You want us both, don’t you, cyar’ika?” Mereel whispers, his lips trailing down your neck.

You nod, swallowing audibly. “Is… is that okay?” 

“Of course.” Mereel’s voice is soft, but clearly turned on. “Whatever you want, we’ll give you.” 

Ordo kicks his pants the rest of the way off, dropping them to the ground and you smile up at him and then look at Mereel. Mereel smirks, making your body go hot under his stare.

You smile. “What does cyar’ika mean?”

He chuckles, bringing the inside of your wrist to his lips, kissing it gently. “It means sweetheart. It’s Mando’a.” 

“I like when you guys speak Mando’a.” You bite your lip as he kisses his way up your entire arm until he reaches your neck again. “Love the way it sounds.” 

Mereel hums and then pulls your face toward his to kiss you, smirking against your lips. Kissing Mereel is much different than kissing Ordo. Mereel kisses you in the way that a storm starts to brew inside of you, threatening to break through all your walls. Ordo’s kisses are what it feels like to bask in the sunshine. But kissing them both is addicting and you feel like you’ll never be able to stop.

“How do you want us, baby?” Mereel asks, breathlessly, his lips ghosting over yours as he asks. 

“I want…” You look between the two of them, going warm in the face.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. You can ask anything of us.” Ordo brushes his fingers down the valley of your breasts.

“Both holes at the same time?” You whisper.

Ordo’s brown eyes go wide, his pupils absolutely blown with lust while Mereel just smirks as if he’s not surprised by what you just asked of them. 

“That works for me. But I want your ass.” Mereel nips your bottom lip between his teeth, teasingly.

You moan softly. “Never done it before.” 

Mereel practically purrs. “Well then, I promise to be extra careful with you… at first.” 

His stare sets your entire body on fire and you nod, trusting him. 

“Ordo, help her lay back.” Mereel commands softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Ordo pulls you back against him up by your pillows.

“Lube?” Mereel asks.

“Bedside table.” You nod toward the table. “Top drawer.”

Mereel follows your instruction and leans over to grab it out the top drawer, but then pauses when he pulls something else out with the lube. 

“Mm… what’s this, mesh’la?” He holds your little pink vibrator up and you go warm all over with slight embarrassment. 

“You’ve never seen a vibrator before?” You tilt your head, trying to feign confidence. 

Mereel smirks, seeing right through you. “No, I have. But this’ll be fun to use.” 

He tosses it to Ordo who understands what to do right away, turning it on. The little toy comes to life, buzzing and Ordo’s lips are at your ear.

“Can I use this on you, cyar’ika?” His low voice practically pleads.

You nod, your words failing you right now. While you watch Mereel put some lube on his fingers and then set the bottle down next to him, Ordo starts to trail the vibrating toy down your breasts, teasingly, making you squirm. His free hand comes around to settle on your stomach, holding you down. It suddenly feels a hundred degrees hotter in your room. 

“So pretty…” Ordo hums in your ear when the toy reaches your clit, making you whimper loud enough to make both men smirk.

“She sure is.” Mereel’s fingers start to tease your ass. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Please.”

“So polite.” Mereel’s finger starts to press into your rim and you gasp, arching away from Ordo momentarily before he pulls you back to him. “Tell us if it’s too much, alright.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” Ordo kisses your neck.

How is this happening right now? Your day started off so incredibly normal. 

Ordo presses the toy into your clit a little more and you feel yourself clench. The stretch from Mereel’s finger hurts for a moment, but it's not a bad pain. It’s just unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

“Fuck…” You whimper, pathetically. 

“There’s that pretty voice.” Mereel teases you. “Let’s hear it.”

Your moans and whimpers fill their ears like music as Mereel continues to work you open, getting your ass ready for his cock. 

“Tell us how it feels, cyar’ika.” Ordo murmurs. 

“G-good. Too good.” Your head lolls to the side, nuzzling your face into the crook of Ordo’s neck, breathing in his warm scent. 

“Yeah?” Mereel’s voice speaks up and you clench around his finger again. “Good enough that I can add another finger?” 

You nod, breathlessly. “Y-yes. Fuck… please…” 

“Mm…” Mereel hums, eagerly and gently adding another finger, making you gasp. “Taking me so well. Almost like your ass was made for my fingers.”

You start to feel another orgasm building up from Mereel’s fingers and the vibrator, making your chest rise and fall with need.

“Mereel… Ordo…” You whine, clutching onto Ordo’s arm as your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, making you go white hot from head to toes. 

Mereel’s fingers slow and you look up at him through lidded eyes, his smirk still turning you on. Ordo turns off the vibrator for now and puts it next to him.

“You ready for my cock, mesh’la?” Mereel pulls his fingers out and starts to open the lube bottle.

You nod. “Absolutely.” 

Unable to tear your eyes away from the way that Mereel spreads the lube over his hardened thick length, you moan softly. 

“You like this, just wait til we split you open, cyar’ika.” His voice is low and raspy, clearly turned on. “Let’s turn you around so I can get a better angle.”

They both help get you situated so you can turn around and straddle Ordo’s lap, hovering over his length. Ordo’s stare nearly sets your soul on fire and you can’t help but want to see him again. Mereel, too. You’ve never been so attracted to a man before, let alone two. 

“Maker, you’re so beautiful…” Ordo whispers as if he’s seeing sunshine for the first time ever. 

You go warm in the face. “You are.” 

One of Mereel’s hands trails down your back until it settles on your hip, giving you an encouraging squeeze.

“Ready?” Mereel leans down close to your ear, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yes, please.” You murmur, closing your eyes at the feel of his lips on you. 

“Remember what I said? Tell us if it’s too much, okay?” He asks.

You give an eager nod. “I promise.”

Ordo gives you an encouraging smile, and you can read his expression clear as day that he also can’t believe this is how his day turned out. You lean down and capture his lips with yours as you slide down onto his length, making the both of you groan against each other’s mouths. 

You feel Mereel’s length press against your rim next.

“Try to relax for me, cyar’ika.” Mereel whispers and you nod, relaxing your body for him. 

Ordo stays still, waiting for the go as Mereel starts to slowly push into you, making you gasp sharply.

“Too much?” Mereel asks, softly.

You shake your head.

“Words, baby.” He murmurs.

“Keep going.” You moan. 

Mereel looks to Ordo to make sure that you’re okay. Ordo gives Mereel a nod after checking your face, which looks more blissed out than in pain. Mereel keeps going, pushing in a little further. 

“So tight for me.” Mereel murmurs, gripping your hips.

He’s done this before, but it’s never been this enjoyable. He knows now that connection makes sex even better. He and Prudii used to debate all the time about it, but he may have to tell his brother he was right. 

When he finally bottoms out, all three of you groan. You from the full feeling, Mereel from how tight you are, and Ordo from how you’re clenching so fucking perfectly around his cock, he’s scared he won’t be able to hold out. 

“Maker, you’re bigger than I thought.” You chuckle breathlessly, making both men smirk. 

“Never had any complaints before.” Mereel teases.

Ordo shoots him a “Really?” look and Mereel rolls his eyes. You can’t help but laugh.

“You both gotta move now… please.” You practically beg. 

Ordo and Mereel share a knowing look, as if they can read each other’s minds. Mereel pulls you up so that you’re sitting up and you groan as he reaches a new angle, wrapping his arms around your chest, holding you up while Ordo’s hands never leave your waist. 

“Still good?” Mereel checks.

“Maker, yes.” You groan, resting your head back against his shoulder. 

Ordo starts to thrust up into you as Mereel starts to pull out just to push back into you and you swear to the fucking Maker you see starts. Your moan is desperate at this point. One of Mereel’s hands finds your breast as his other holds you by the throat, his lips start pressing against your neck.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good for us.” Mereel praises you. “Isn’t that right, Ordo?” You look down at Ordo who looks like he’s having some cosmic revelation. He can only nod, biting his lip. 

“Poor Ordo. Look what you’re doing to him.” Mereel bites your earlobe teasingly. “Pussy so fucking devine.” 

Your whimpers sound so pathetic to your own ears, but to them, you sound like an angel, made just for them. 

Mereel’s thrusts become sloppier, the more your hole clenches around his cock, he knows he’s not gonna last much longer. And neither is Ordo by the looks of it. 

Mereel guides you down to Ordo’s chest and starts slamming more unforgivingly into your asshole as you're bent in front of him. 

You start to look back at Mereel but Ordo’s hand around your throat prevents you from doing that, forcing you to kiss him. Not that you’re complaining. You can feel yourself clench both holes, making them both groan, your own moans mixing with them.

“Sound so fucking pretty. Maker.” Mereel groans, so close to the edge.

“Need her to cum again.” Ordo grabs your vibrator and turns it on again, handing it to Mereel. 

“You’re right, vod. Where are my manners?” Mereel smirks, pulling you back up against him, holding you up right as Ordo slams up into you, making you beg and plead for a release. 

Mereel holds the little toy to your clit again and you dig your nails into Ordo’s chest. 

“Oh fuck.” You moan loudly. 

“Atta girl, let it all out.” Mereel praises you.

You let out a string of curses as your edge nears again. Between the vibrator and both holes being filled, you feel like you’re going to explode. A warm feeling settles in your stomach and you know it’s coming. 

And so do they. 

“Osik.” Ordo curses, his eyes rolling back.

They both slam their cocks in and out of you and it’s a completely new euphoric feeling as the band inside you snaps and you feel something wet between your legs as you cum, screaming both of their names. 

Ordo immediately lets go next, his cum painting your walls, bruising your hip and one of your asscheeks from how hard he’s gripping onto you for dear life. Mereel falls over his edge last, his grip on your shoulder tight as he groans loudly. 

You fall to Ordo’s chest, breathing heavily. His arms circle around you as Mereel gently pulls out of you, gasping at the feeling as he falls back to sit on the bed. He watches as his cum drips out of your asshole, mixing with Ordo’s. 

Maker, he thinks to himself, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“Did I imagine things or did I squirt?” You let out a soft giggle.

“You definitely did not imagine that.” Mereel places a soft smack to your asscheek and you let out a soft yelp. “It was magnificent.”

“I’ve never done that before.” You tell them as you roll over onto your side in the crook of Ordo’s arm, looking down at Mereel at the foot of the bed.

Mereel hums and Ordo kisses you. 

“You’re absolutely incredible.” Ordo looks into your eyes, intently, hoping you can see just how much tonight means to him. 

Feelings aren’t Ordo’s area of expertise. Well, honestly, the same goes for Mereel. But they both find themselves feeling something for you that neither one of them are used to feeling. It scares both of them. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, cyar’ika.” Ordo says, sitting up and getting up.

You nod and let him drag you to the fresher, starting the bath water. Mereel trails behind the two of you. 

“Do you care if I use your shower?” Mereel asks, pulling you into his arms as Ordo starts the bath.

“Not at all.” You lean up and kiss him softly. “Will you guys… be staying the night?” 

“Would you like for us to?” Mereel hums. 

You nod. “I would. But… if you guys don’t do that sort of thing, I respect that.”

“I typically don’t.” Mereel admits, and then immediately feels bad when he sees your eyes fall to the ground. “But when I look at you,” He pulls your chin up to look into your eyes. “I can’t help but want to throw out all my bachelor rules.”

You let out a snort. “Bachelor rules?” He rolls his eyes, backing you up against the sink counter. You look up at him with parted lips and then realize he’s opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabbing some pain relievers. 

“Yeah… I don’t typically kiss the women I sleep with. I don’t stay the night. I don’t do ‘I love yous’. That kind of thing.” Mereel explains.

“But with me?” You take the pain relievers he hands you and swallow them. 

“But with you… something’s different.” He shrugs, leaning down to kiss you.

You think about his words for a moment. You can see the way they look at you. You know he must be telling the truth. 

“And you?” You smile at Ordo.

“Oh, I’m all in.” Ordo smirks.

“Such a loverboy.” Mereel rolls his eyes, playfully.

You slug Mereel in the shoulder and he chuckles. “I think it’s sweet.”

Ordo comes to you and pushes Mereel toward the shower. He kisses you sweetly and you know that this feeling that you have with these two isn’t going away anytime soon. Ordo guides you over toward the bath, getting in first so you can lean against his chest. You rest your head against his shoulder and let him do all the work as he cleans you. Not too long after, you start to feel your eyes drooping, exhaustion quickly settling in. 

“Alright, cyar’ika, let’s get you to bed.” Mereel helps you up out of the bath, wrapping a towel around you and helping dry you off. 

The shower starts to run again and you realize Ordo must be getting a shower now. The realization that he got in the bath just to help you sets in and you can’t help but feel… emotional? How could two men you just met care for you so much so quickly? It’s a scary thought. But also an incredibly nice one. You can see yourself quickly becoming attached to them as well, and caring for them just as much. 

Mereel helps you settle into bed and you realize he put his briefs back on which you give a soft complaint about, making him chuckle. You settle into the crook of his arm and quickly start to fall asleep, only waking up when Ordo gets into bed on the other side of you, throwing his arm gently over your torso. 

“You nervous?” Ordo asks Mereel softly, knowing his brother is still awake even though his eyes are closed.

“Yeah…” Mereel whispers. “But not for what you think I’m nervous about.” 

“Then, what?” Ordo asks, his eyes starting to drift shut.

“Hurting her.” Mereel sighs.

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Midnight Pals: Fat People

James H Longmore: after yesterday's incident, I'd like to offer a full and complete apology to the humorless scolds of the woke mob Franz Kafka: Kafka: well, good Kafka: see that it doesn't happen again!

Longmore: look, this story about joe's unwanted penis is just a light-hearted comedic jaunt! Kafka: booo! Longmore: [wiping sweat from brow] jeez tough crowd Longmore: better switch gears Longmore: hey how about a story about gross fatties?

Longmore: i have another story too Longmore: it's a terrifying descent into the depraved world of feederism Longmore: cuz there's nothing scarier Longmore: than a fat person Longmore: steve knows what i'm talking about Stephen King: he's right!

Poe: wow, these stories are kinda problematic! Poe: you're really kinda othering to trans and fat people Longmore: well, i am originally English Poe: oh yeah ok, that scans

Longmore: there's this guy called… the feeder Longmore: and they call him that because he Longmore: get ready for it Longmore: feeds people King: oh shit! oh wow! that is terrifying! King: i thought i was prepared but i was not prepared

King: i think King: i think i need to sit down for a minute Poe: are you going to be ok, steve? King: yeah, i'm King: yeah King: i just need a minute King: phew King: my heart is racing

Barker: how is this possible? Barker: Stephen king - master of the macabre! - scared of fat people! King: look, it's not that strange King: a lot of people are scared of fat people Barker: Barker: no i don't think that's true Barker: think this is a you thing, steve

King: well, think about it King: if you see a clown walking around outside of a circus, that would be pretty scary right? Barker: ok right King: now imagine if you saw a fat person walking around on the street, like it was normal or something-

King: it's just not healthy, you see King: that's why scientists invented the weight loss pill that makes you shit yourself to death from Meg Elison's story "Please Don't Invent the Weight Loss Pill that Makes You Shit Yourself to Death" Meg Elison: Elison: I am going to murder you

Longmore: so the feeder has a whole facility full of women that he feeds Longmore: until they gain weight Longmore: they're called gainers Longmore: stop me if i'm going too fast for you

Longmore: ok so imagine a fat woman Longmore: just the fattest woman ever Longmore: just so huge beyond belief, absolutely gargantuan Longmore: like the size of the entire planet Longmore: like 464 pounds King: holy shit guys this is the scariest story I've ever heard! King: i am legit shaking!

Longmore: so this guy is feeding a fat woman a stack of pizzas Longmore: and the pizzas are all Longmore: [falsetto voice] heeeey you should eat us! we're delicious! Longmore: [falsetto] we're pizza! look at us! we want to be eaten! Longmore: [falsetto] we're gonna be so sad if you don't eat us Dean Koontz: oh no i hope the pizza gets eaten!

Joe Koch: this sucks Koch: the pizza should speak in an Italian accent Barker: yes Poe: no don't say that joe!! Lovecraft: oh jesus Lovecraft: oh god Lovecraft: [sweats] oh jesus

Koch: the disc of cracked dough, crimson gore as red as god's menstrual flow, hissing fleshy tentacles of mozzarella, pale as the broken spirals of the universe, splayed open in a tattered furl of the anal fistulas of sundried tomatoes Poe: oh max you should like this, you like pizza Max Booth III: why does everyone keep saying that

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hi! not the same Puppy Mountain anon but now I am thinking about Mountain in general (not during pup play) having a cute little anal gape that Swiss loves to admire after being finished with him. Maybe he teases him about the lewd noises ;)

Oops my hand slipped…so did Swiss’. 

~nsfw~ Gaping, Anal fisting, all that good shit

Mountain shifts his position then whines, squeezing his eyes closed, when he feels the two knots pressed inside him shift. That’s why he hadn’t moved in so long his arms have gone numb. 

Swiss chuckles behind him, rubbing his hand along the bottom of Mountain’s belly, right where the swell of his two cock protrude out in a bump that has Swiss’ head spinning in an ego inflating way. 

“Thought you said you could handle both at once. Bitten off more than you can chew, big boy?” 

Mountain whines again, biting his lip as Swiss pressed his palm into his belly, pressing the two cocks deeper into him. 

“No-no I can. I just didn’t expect to be knotted together for this long.” He gives a little hiccuped sob. “It’s been so long now.” 

Swiss coos at him, using his other hand to run his fingers through Mountain’s hair. 

“I know baby. Had your little hole stretched out around my knots for so long now. You’re taking them so well though. My good boy aren’t you?” 

Mountain shudders as Swiss gives a shallow thrust, pushing both his cocks and knots deeper into him. 

“How-ah fuck- how much longer before they go down?” 

“Not long now.” Swiss hums and noses along the nape of Mountain’s neck. “Can feel them starting to deflate, finally.” 

True to his word, it only takes a few minutes before Swiss pulls out, his knots popping out one after the other with a wet squelching sound. Mountain moans at the gush of liquid that flows from him, trying to clench as best he can to stop it from leaking everywhere and making a mess. 

“Fuck look at that.” Swiss thumbs over his hole. “I filled you up so good. There’s so much leaking out.” He smears his cum around Mountain’s ass. 

Mountain whines in embarrassment, feeling his face flush red and his whole body heat up. 

“Swiss…” he trails off with a pathetic moan, loosing all train of thought at Swiss pets over his hole. He desperately tries to clench again, wanting nothing more to stop the cum flowing out of him and to stop Swiss teasing him the way he is. 

“Unholy fuck.” Swiss gasp out. “Do that again. Try and clench again.” 

Mountain clenches again and there’s a wet bubbling sound as the air escapes him. Swiss gasps again from behind him. 

“Jesus Christ Mount.” He pushes his his thumb against his hole, circling it around his rim. “You can’t even close-“ He lets out a shaky moan. “Baby, you’re gaping.” 

Mountain lets out a gasp as Swiss pushes his thumb into him. His cock, which never really want soft in the first place, kicks against his belly and fills out even more.  “S-swiss, don’t tease me, sore.” 

That only seems to spur Swiss on even more and Mountain can feel him smile again his shoulder.  “Yeah baby? Feeling sore? I got you so stretched out and open it hurts?” 

Swiss pushes two fingers into making a wet squelching sound and more cum dribbles out around his fingers. Mountain moans, arching his back. 

“You’re so loose- fuck- holy shit, Mount.” Swiss scissors his fingers and watches as Mountain’s hole opens easily even more, more cum spilling from him and pooling under his ass. 

“You’re so fucked out and open. I really ruined you, huh? I really got your tight little hole stretched and and ruined for anyone else.” 

Mountain cries out, his hips and his cock twitching in unison. It hurts, Satan below it hurts, but it’s the kind of pain that’s addictive, that has you begging for more. Like pressing your fingertips into a bruise or digging your nails into an open wound. It makes a Mountain feel weak, powerless against Swiss’ fingers. 

“Fuck.” Swiss teases the tips of four finger’s against Mountain’s rim. “I bet I could get my whole hand in you right now.” 

Mountain groans and buries his head into the pillow, his back arching even more.  “Do it.” 

Swiss pauses, a little take back.  “What?” 

“Do it.” Mountain sobs onto the pillow. “Fuck me with your hand. Please, need it.”

Swiss bites his lips and suppresses a moan, feeling both of cock kick and fill up a little in interest. He rummages around in the bed sheets looking for the lube that got disregarded before. He finds it easily and pours a generous amount over his hand. 

“I don’t even think you’d need the extra lube.” He laughs lightly to himself. “You’re so wet already, I could just slip it right in.” 

He pushes his four fingers in, tucking his thumb in as well. He sinks in up until his knuckles, watching in fascination at Mountain stretches so easily around him. He stops at his knuckles, giving Mountain a second to adjust and an out for ifs too much for him to handle. 

Mountain just whimpers, his hips twitching as he fidgets and grips at the bed sheets below him.  “Swiss, please. More, more please.” 

Swiss doesn’t say anything, just squeezes at Mountain’s shoulder and sinks his fist in deeper. Mountain moans as he feels each hard ridge of Swiss knuckles pop into him until Swiss has his whole fist inside him. 

He feels so full, so incredibly full. It’s like there isn’t even room for his lungs to expand properly for him to breathe. His head spins, his whole body feels hot, too hot, and he knows the a Sheen of sweet covering him. 

“I wish you could see how hot this looks.” Swiss pants behind him. “You’re absolutely amazing, baby’s I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” 

Swiss pulls his hand back out slowly, letting Mountain’s rim stretch back over the thickest part of hand, back over the knuckles. Mountain makes a pained moan when he pushes his hand all the back in, right up until his wrist. 

“Swiss-Swiss, I’m gunna- fuck I feel so full. It’s so- it’s so much, I can’t.” Mountain wails, holding onto the sheets like a lifeline. 

“Gunna cum already, baby? From being stretched out and used by me?” Swiss speeds up, punching in and off Mountain making a slick wet pop with each thrust. 

“I’m- I’m so close. I need- I’m gunna-gunna-oh” Mountain cuts himself off with a  high pitched feminine moan, arching his back into Swiss. 

“That’s it, cum for me baby.” Swiss coos at him. “But don’t think I’m going to stop when you do. I’m not stopping until you’re well and truly ruined.” 

[tinytalkingtina]

Not a "Big Deal"

Written for the @strangerthingswritersguild kinktober day 21 prompt "ride" Rating: E (18+ only please) | ~1.3k words | Ao3 link

A sequel to Not Your "Cute Little Button" from day 10 (either can be read as a standalone though, just wanted to give these two a chance to let Eddie top in the micropenis AU <3)

Tags: Steve/Eddie, Eddie has a micropenis, mutual insecurities, blow job, fluff/smut/comfort, anal sex, Top Eddie/Bottom Steve, Steve's oral fixation continues to be happily fulfilled, modern AU, bisexual Eddie and Steve (it's not brought up in this one but I want it to be known lol), no feminization, the boys fall hard for one another

Many thanks to steddiecameraroll-graphics for the divider!

Eddie stared at the box of condoms, half expecting it to explode at any moment. The packaging claimed they were good for a “snug fit.” As if that would preserve his dignity for being too small to buy normal sizes. Belatedly, he realized Steve had continued talking after he had walked in and slapped the incriminating object onto the counter like it was nothing:

“I figured the kind I usually use probably wouldn't fit on you so uh, I got these? The lady at the store said they'd work fine unless you were super thick.” Of course Steve would have no problem asking someone what to buy for a tiny dick.

“You…you really want me on top?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded eagerly.

“Are you sure? It's okay if you don’t, it might not feel super good if I can't reach your prostate and you should feel good, it takes two to tango after all, right? Not that I'm saying I don't want to, because holy shit, you have a ‘well-turned ass’ as a French peasant would say, or maybe they wouldn't say that because it's too lustful and the Church of course—”

“Hey,” Steve interrupted his ramblings before he could launch into a wildly off-topic tangent about medieval Catholic guilt. “Weren't you just saying last week that the rim is a, what's the word, erroneous zone?"

“Erogenous,” Eddie wheezed, his face bright red.

Steve snapped his fingers.

“Oh yeah that's it, erogenous! When you do that thing with your tongue I see fucking stars man, so why wouldn't your dick feel the same? Don’t think we’re gonna have a problem though. Your fingers are shorter, and they've definitely managed to reach my prostate. If the play ends up not working then we'll regroup and try out another one, yeah? Change up the position.”

Eddie squinted at his boyfriend.

“Are you trying to give me a pep talk like this is the championship ball game and I'm the next guy up at bat to make free throws?”

“First of all, you know they’re called home runs, you came to two games when my kids made the playoffs, and second of all I don't know what you're talking about,” Steve said, like a lying liar. "It's working on you though, isn't it?"

“…A little.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a confident smirk, and G-d, Eddie had never been more attracted to the man. “Get undressed already so I can blow you first. Want you to last if I'm gonna ride.”

He eagerly followed him to the bedroom, leaving shed clothes in their wake without a second thought. Two months of dating and Steve lavishing compliments on him any chance he got meant that Eddie's instinctive self-consciousness about someone seeing him nude was finally giving up the ghost.

After one enthusiastic blow job—holy shit did his boyfriend love having something in his mouth when there was no risk of gagging—Eddie was rather proud of the valiantly quick rally on the part of his dick, eager to get to the main event of the afternoon. 

Steve pushed him onto his back against the pillows. Impatiently, he rolled the condom down and slathered on some lube before straddling Eddie’s legs. They both moaned as Steve slowly lowered himself, relaxing quickly.

A whispered “fuck!” escaped his mouth as he bottomed out and without pause began to frantically bounce straight up and down.

“Feels okay sweetheart?” Eddie had to check, even if another part of him continued to thrust in time to match Steve’s movements.

“Yes. See, I ohhh, told you so,” he said breathlessly, giggling when Eddie stuck out his tongue in retaliation. Steve was so beautiful like this, lit up in gold by the setting sun, chasing his pleasure with abandon.

As his boyfriend rode him ever faster, Eddie had to concentrate on not coming for a second time so soon. He grabbed Steve’s hips when he finally lost his balance and collapsed onto his chest, stomach muscles trembling from the effort of keeping himself upright for so long.

The movement was too much though, and Eddie felt himself slip out enough for Steve to whine in protest.

“Shit, lost it,” he said, desperately trying to find his prostate again from this angle, but it was no use like this. The bitter voice at the back of his head got louder and more insistent the longer he took. Steve was going to leave him now, he couldn’t satisfy him. He’d be nice about it probably, let him pick up the things he’d left in his apartment but—

“Eddie?” A hand to his face shook him out of the spiral. “Do you wanna stop?” Steve’s thumb brushed his cheek and came back wet.

“N-no but I’m so s-sorry, I can’t make you feel good.” Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and stilled his hips. “I can blow you or eat you out, whatever you want, just let me get rid of the condom and—.”

He let out a yelp when Steve suddenly flipped them over without pulling off, and locked his legs behind Eddie’s back.

“If you don’t want to stop, can you tell your brain to shut up? Told you we might just need to change the position.” He huffed out. “Come on, what I want is for your abs to get a workout instead of mine now.”

It took a few seconds for Eddie to process what Steve had said. But another bitchy demand had him get with the program. He hitched Steve’s legs higher over his shoulders before grinding down. Better able to move like this, it wasn’t long before:

“Yes, there, right there, please don’t stop!” Steve writhed underneath him, openly moaning as his hand drifted closer to his dick, where it slapped against his stomach with every thrust.

“There you go,” Eddie panted. “So gorgeous, so good for me.”

Steve moaned louder and looked up at him with pleading eyes. His lips, still slightly puffy from the earlier blow job were so inviting. Eddie gave into his impulses and stuck a couple fingers into Steve’s mouth. His boyfriend sucked them down and hummed happily. The sight had Eddie careening straight towards an orgasm. He just barely managed to hold it off while babbling:

“There you go, just needed to be filled up on both ends huh?” Steve frantically nodded. “That’s good sweetheart, take what you need, you’re so tight around me holy shit.”

It didn’t take much more encouragement for Steve to finally stiffen and come. Squeezed from all sides, Eddie pretty soon followed him over the edge.

Later, after they’d wiped themselves off and changed into clean clothes, Steve curled up in his arms like a giant contented house cat. Eddie considered letting three words slip from his lips, ones that he hadn’t quite worked up the guts to let out just yet.

“Thank you,” he settled for instead. “You’re kind of a mensch when it comes to dealing with my shit, you know that right?”

Steve didn’t open his eyes, just nuzzled further into his neck as he snorted. “I’ve dealt with worse shit than yours. ‘sides, it’s worth it, you make me happy. I'm gonna start yelling at your brain to fuck off with the bullying,” he continued. “Not too good to fight it to get the point across for someone I lo-like. Someone I like a lot.”

Steve heartbeat plucked out a staccato rhythm against his chest from his slip-up.

Eddie placed a kiss on his forehead and held him tighter, hoping it conveyed the intended meaning. Someday soon, he’d find the courage. 

Because Steve was worth it too.

Author's Notes, aka some irrelevant G-rated world building for this AU: -Steve is an activity coordinator at the local YMCA and coaches Little League. His team didn't win the playoffs that year, but they were very excited to be there! -Eddie is a session musician. Wayne has a display of the albums he's appeared on in his trailer, right under the mug collection.

[viridiave]

forced myself into a state where i can actually indulge in 8path for exactly a day and I'll probably fuck back right into the void after this. but hey. hey. if you have octopath 2.

play the update. play the update, it's like god - we were meant to love and fear it

my full notes (live reaction reenactment) on the update under the cut, SPOILERS AHEAD!

NOBLE TEAM

IT'S FUCKING REAL

I STILL CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT'S REAL

HHHUH

THEIR SPRITES ARE LOWER RES BUT IT'S NOT STOPPING THEM

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY HAVE COMBO MOVES

WHAT

WHAT IN THE MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD IS THIS

FUCK EVERY POLL YOU'VE EVER SEEN ABOUT THE ORSTERRA CREW VS SOLISTIA CREW AIN'T NOBODY IS FUCKING SAFE

THEY CAN BOOST??????? HELLO???? FUCKING EXCUSE ME?????

god fucking of course Olberic has motherfucking BOLSTER DEFENSE

OPHILIA??? COUNTERS???? ELEMENTAL AND FUCKING PHYSICAL??? SINCE WHEN

OPHILIA AND ALFYN TAG-TEAM FUAOSJAKSAKSKA THEY HAVE MOTHERFUCKIGN COMBO MOVES????

OH MY GOD TRESSA AND OLBERIC TOO

MY ASS IS DEAD IT'S SO DEAD

NO OF COURSE HOLY SHIT OF FUCKING COURSE TRESSA ALSO HAS MOTHERFUCKING HIRED HELP AKJKAS

ophilia's buff rotation is interesting. i can't tell if she's going right-side down or if she's actively prioritizing certain members

WAIT THEY HAVE NEW VOICE LINES

HOLY FUCK????

i NEED to see the battle AI. show me the specs Square Enix I fucking beg you.

ALFYN'S CONCOCTS ARE SO MEAN OH MY GOD

CASTTI CAN DO FIVE AT ONCE BUT IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER TO ALFYN

why did i try and face them with Noble Team members too

well okay i guess. i guess we'd just be straight-up dead if i didn't have castti teme and partitio here jesus Hikari's carrying damage

too bad i never use him as DPS

WH

TRESSA

TRESSA NO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU INCREASE DEFENSE WHEN YOU GET BROKEN

TRESSA WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'LL BUY MY FUCKING WEAPONS

WHA

WAIT YOU DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME MONEY FOR IT I HAVE TO BUY IT BACK FROM YOU

Therion was a bad influence on her lmao

AND OLBERIC'S NOT WEAK TO STAVES RIP

WHY IS TRESSA WEAK TO STAVES

my ass is so fucking cooked

WH

THEY HAVE FUCKING JOB CHANGES?????

OH MY GOD SCHOLAR OPHILIA IS CANON

THEY HAVE NEW MOVES I'M DEAD I'M SO FUCKING DEADDDDD

WAIT

HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE

HUNTER ALFYN

I FEEL UNREASONABLY FUCKINGVALIDATED AKSJAKSAKSKAS

oh god what are Tressa and Olberic

hOLD UP ALFYN AND HIS ARROWS WAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELLLLL

oh.

oh my god.

w. warmaster olberic

wARMASTER OLBERIC IS REAL

….NOOOOOOOO I'M SO FUCKING DEAD WARMASTER OLBERIC IS REAL IT'S OVER IT'S SO OVER I'M DEADDDDD TO HIMMMMM

sidenote: i'm writing all of this after the fact, trying VERY hard to recreate my real-time reactions. and uh. this. this made me get up from my fucking chair and scream into a pillow so loud people thought i was getting anal

I didn't

oh. wait. if. if he's real.

and Tressa's on the field.

there she is. the motherfucker herself.

RUNELORD FUCKING TRESSA

I WAS DEAD BEFORE NOW I'M IN MOTHERFUCKING SUPER HELL. THERE WAS NEVER A CHANCE

NO OH GOD HERE IT COMES TRANSFER FUCKING RUNE

WE'RE PAYING FOR OUR HUBIRS WITH BLOOD AND THE SCREAMS OF THE DAMNED

…WAIT HOLY SHIT ALFYN AND OPHILIA ARE IN THE RED

THERE'S A CHANCE

THERE'S A CHANCEEE

HIKARI'S POPPING THE FUCK OFF

oh my god of course Brand's Blade is a 1 hit KO move

i'm scared. i don't want him to wreak havoc on me i need to keep fucking breaking him -

ALFYN'S DOWN

HE WAS THE MOST DANGEROUS ONE THAT'S GOOD

OPHILIA DOWWWWWNNNNNN

ALRIGHT JUST. TIME FOR THE 2 GOD MODE TRAVELERS I GUESS

god it'd be so mean if i saved Olberic for last. but he put that on himself he has motherfucking Physical Prowess as a passive

oh no Temenos is the only thing that can kill him huh.

OF COURSE HE GOES FOR THE FUCKING MAGE EVERY TIME

WH

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THE RUNES BYPASS SIDESTEP???? THEY'RE ELEMENTAL NOW????

H E L L

OH SHIT TRESSA'S IN THE RED THERE'S A FUCKING CHANCE

TRESSA'S DOWN

alright 4 travelers at full health with sidestep and defense buffs out the ass. we'll be good we'll be good we can weather olberic. thank you Prayer for Plenty

THIS FEELS MEAN I REGRET IT NOW LMAO

THAT DIDN'T KILL HIM

oh no his full buffs

WAIT NO HIRED HELP BEASTLINGS. JUST ONE MORE

FUCK YEEEEE

w

what

wha wha what the fuck wai

w-wait

hu

H H U H

OPHILIA YOU WERE DEAD HOW THE FUCK DID YOU REVIVE EVERYONE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?????

WAS THAT JUST PHASE 1???

NO

NOOOOO WE'RE SO DEAD

oh wait they're changing back

…oh no. they're more dangerous like this somehow

WAIT

WHAT'S HAPPENING HUH

WHY DID HE CHALLENGE HIKARI WHAT

WAIT WHY IS IT ONLY THEM

HOW LONG DOES THIS FUCKING LAST FOR?????

they're just in a cycle of countering and evading jesus

oh ok that answers tha -

TR

TRESSA

TRESSA WHAT THE F U C K

TRESSA GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY BACK WHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT THE FUCK

HIRED HELP BEASTLINGS WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD BREAK THEM THAT'S SO MEAN

oh my god i'm dead

TRESSA WHAT THE FUCKA SKAJSAKS SHE CALLED OVER THE FUCKING??? ROGUE CREW??? HOW

WHAT

WHY

WAIT

WAIT SHIT I'M JUST DEAD

…i need to lie down

ROGUE TEAM

okay rogue crew what do you have for me

i'm so scared oh my god

GOD

WAIT

THERION YOU SON OF A BITCH GIVE ME BACK MY ITEMS

THEY HAVE INCIDENTAL ATTACK???? FUCK OFFFFF

LINDE'S HERE

…OH FUCK LINDE'S HERE

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN CYRUS CAN LOCK HIS FUCKING WEAKNESSES

god of course he's DPS in this fight. cyrus is just. too much man

of course Cyrus is weak to Swords. and Daggers apparently

WA

WAIT WHAT

PRIMROSE???

FUCKING HELL

WELL OK PRIMROSE SAID HAPPY PRIDE MONTH SHE JUST ALLURED THRONE

O WAIT POG PRIMROSE AND THERION COMBO

SO

OH THERE IT IS CYRUS AND H'AAN COMBO!!!

…WHY ARE THEY BOTH SO BUSTED

did

did Cyrus just. give me a weakness.

what

what the fuck

AY YO WHAT THE FUCK

yeah ok i'm dead.

i'll. i'll try again later i need to see how Noble Team plays out till the end

ALRIGHT WE'RE BACK IN THERE WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR ME ROGUE CREW

FUCK I FORGOT THIS WAS THE FIGHT WHERE CASTTI'S USELESS

oh my god they're cooking. i feel so unsafe. Therion is even more of a little bitch than usual

ALRIGHT GOD GUESS I'LL FUCK MYSELF WE'RE DEAD IKE 5 MINUTES IN LMAOOOO

MOTHERFUCKER I FORGOT H'AANIT HAS FUCKING PATIENCE

you know what Temenos doesn't need. Salt the Wound. why the hell did I put that on him

HOW LONG DOES ALLURE LAST FOR JESUS

oh my god Ochette. Ochette's Beastly Claws are NASTY damage woah. I need to make her do that more often

WELL ALRIGHT CYRUS IF YOU'RE GONNA BE A BITCH LIKE THAT

i wonder if they had to get chris niosi back for this role or if they just. had all these extra voice lines lying around

still not over the sprite quality being so drastically different lmao

hired help Beastlings save me. save me Hired Help Beastlings

O-OH. OH NOOO…

DAMN WHY CAN'T I HAVE THIS MUCH LUCK WITH BEWILDERING GRACE???

sidestep is saving my ass right now

I love that Primrose keeps piling her buffs onto H'aanit Square Enix said happy pride

HUH

MERCHANT THERION IS REAL LMAO

…OH NO DIVINE WIND

HE JUST STOLE OUR FUCKING LICENSES AKSJAS FUCK YOU THERION

AH THERE HE IS AKSJASK SORCEROR CYRUS - WAIT WE WERE ACTUALLY INTIMIDATED BY THIS STEPHEN STRANGE LOOKING TWINK LMAO

UNFORTUNATE

STARSEER PRIMROSE OF COURSEEEEE

AND THERE'S WARRIOR H'AAN JUST TO ROUND IT OUT

GANG'S ALL HERE SQUARE ENIX HAS SPOKEN

i could say i'm surviving but. the reality is that all 11 of my plums are GONE

alright Grail of Life don't fail me now

GOD OF COURSE SHE'D TARGET PARTITIO WHO HAS THE FUCKING DIFFUSE

alright time to stall

AAAAA THERION'S DOWN THANK FUCK

AIGHT SEE YA PRIM

CYRUS DOWN. STAY DOWN.

H'AAN LEFT ALRIGHT COME AND FUCK ME UP PHASE 3

what

what the fuck

i get ophilia and the aelfric thing but what the fuck happened here

NO FUCKING WAY THERION JUST STOLE OUR EX MOVES

GODDAMNIT TEMENOS IS USELESS NOW

GODDAMNIT TEMENOS IS EVEN MORE USELESS NOW AKSJA PRIMROSE STOP TAKING HIM

oh my god what do you mean H'aanit can also Provoke all

LINDE PHYSICAL PURSUIT I'M IN HELL

and Cyrus has. delayed attacks.

…good thing i never lasted long enough to figure out if that thing 1-hit KOs JESUS

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 51: My First…

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Paranormal

💜Warnings: Sex/Smut/Filth/Adult Content/Adult language/Sexual Content/Male|Male/Anal Prep/Oral Sex (M|M)/Unprotected Sex/Brief Bondage/BDSM/Harness/Collar/Mention of Death/Mention of Murder/Magik

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 5,944

Hoseok’s POV

“Are you going to tell her about the painting?”

We are standing across the room from Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin, speaking privately about what we saw on that canvas. Just thinking back, envisioning it in my mind, sends chills up my spine all over again. For some reason, this feeling still doesn’t compare to how I felt looking at it this morning after it had dried. I probe Yoongi about the picture he’d painted the day of the incident when Jason was killed in our home.

“What is there to tell? At first, I interpreted the chaos of the portrait as a symbol of what my heart and mind were feeling at the time. My thoughts and feelings were all over the place, some dark shit, some hopeful, but all were full of uncertainty. This is not something I’m ready to fully admit to myself, much less to Tia.”

“Bro, I get that, but there has to be a reason as to why, shit, HOW, you were able to perfectly capture the scene from earlier so vividly before it even happened. That can’t be a coincidence,” Jungkook adds. “Look at all of the things Tia can do and the things she has seen. If you can take comfort in telling anyone about it, it should be her. And she loves you. She would want to know your true feelings.”

The painting showed Tia levitating mid-air with what looked like a tornado swirling around her. Pieces of debris rode the wind, just like they had earlier. She wore the same clothes, and red faces could be seen emerging from the storm, with clawed hands scratching up at her bare feet. Even her face was hers, yet not–it was the eyes. Something in them, hauntingly unfamiliar.

“I agree that there is no fucking way that it was done by chance, but how do you bring something like that up? You know? I don’t know how it happened or what it means, so how would I explain it to her? Did I manifest that moment from the picture I created? Did I cause this, or was it a warning?” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, clearly torn.

“Damn, bro,” Jungkook added, kneading at the back of Yoongi’s neck. “You don’t have the answers. We get that. But Tia might. Or Tilly. Or one of us. You’re not in this alone, Min.”

I place a hand on Yoongi’s arm. “Just think about it. You’ve been honest with her about everything else—don’t let this become a wedge. We’ve been doing well with this relationship, though it’s not been perfect. We’re still learning and growing with each other. However, we do know this is not the type of foundation you want to build our love on.”

“‘Aight,” he finally agrees, “Tomorrow. She’s been through enough, and it seems like she’s trying to find some type of balance with Jin. I can’t ruin that for her. Not today. I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Y’all are right. I know you’re right; I guess I’m just a bit nervous about this. Tia has the gifts, not us. Not me. And I told y’all about the way I zoned out. I don’t even think I’m the one who painted it. But, tomorrow,” he says, squeezing my hand gently before letting go. “I’ll find the right time to speak with her.”

After our conversation comes to an end, Jungkook speaks up. “Tae,” he calls across the room. “We need to make that run, remember?”

“Of course, I remember,” he answers, excitedly hopping up from the bed while rubbing his hands together. He finds his shorts and pulls them on before running to his room to grab his wallet and a hat.

Taehyung’s POV

At the erotic boutique, Jungkook and I find many lacy pieces that will look good on Tia, but the harness's caramel brown, buttery leather straps seem to call my name.

“Holy shit. JK,” I call him over to where I am. When he sees the material in my hands, his eyes light up with excitement and wonder.

“If you don’t put that in this basket right now!” He jokes as he pushes his handbasket in my direction, obviously eager to see the straps dig into Tia’s similarly complected, baby-soft skin later. “I can’t wait to see this on her. I think we all deserve tonight. Life has been kicking our asses lately.”

“Facts,” I agree with him a hundred percent. Things have been tough for me, navigating within this relationship, shit even getting to this point. Witnessing Jason’s death and how he and his family haunted Tia. But I can’t imagine how she must be feeling. She’s been through so much, even before we met. I just want to hold her and shield her from the world. If I could keep her inside for the rest of her life, safe under our watch, I would. But I know that she ain’t having that shit. She’s stronger than she knows, and I can tell being cooped up in the house is starting to get to her. I’ll talk to the guys later. Maybe arrange a nice outing for us all–just something to lift her spirits and get her out.

I’m pulled from my thoughts and slightly taken aback when Jungkook takes my hand, pulling me closer to him while he lightly brushes his thumb across my skin as he leads me through the shop to explore their inventory, only letting me go to grab or look at this and that. We find a few other goodies before we head back to the house, including some things for each other and the other guys. Once the small basket is nearly spilling over, we make it back to the house. Inside, we sneakily jet upstairs with Tia and Jin not even noticing that we’d left and come back.

“Ah shit,” Jimin says and sits up from resting his head on Yoongi’s lap where he was watching TV. He bounces so cutely on his tiptoes, brimming with excitement and anticipation. “Let me see. Let me see.” He pulls several of the large bags toward him. “Damn! Y’all bought the whole store, didn’t you? And what’s this?”

Yoongi, while not as vocal as Jimin, puts his comic down, wanting to see what is in the bags as well. My heart is racing, just like it was in the shop when Jungkook pulled me close to him. Why was he holding my hand? Does he know that I have a fat-ass boy crush on him? That I would let him ram my ass like there’s no tomorrow?

“I hope I didn’t go overboard, but I’ve been researching and thought it would be fair to be prepared. That in your hand is a douche bulb. I didn’t know who would even be interested in bottoming or if we could all share one or not for sanitary reasons, so we grabbed seven in different colors. Those over there,” he points to what looks like tiny silicone bullets, “are anal dilators and plugs.” He was rambling, the excitement within him evident. “Again, I had the same thought process. Seven different colors that correlate with the bulbs. There’s a shit ton of lube, and this,” he pushes a button on a small, sickle-shaped device with a ring at the end which starts an intense vibration, “is a vibrating cock ring. There are a few of these and some that don’t vibrate.”

It is so cute to see how much effort he’s put into this and how thrilled he is to share his findings. I’m a little envious of how quickly Jimin grabs the yellow products, unfazed and unbothered by the implication that he may be interested in having sex with one or more of us tonight. Yoongi follows his lead, grabbing the black set, and Jungkook grabs the purple. Inspired by their confidence, I think about how these guys have supported me since I first met them. I know that they love me and won’t judge my preferences. Fuck it. I reach for the green set and turn it over to glance at the information on the box. If I’m not mistaken, there is a glimmer of mischievousness in Jungkook’s eyes paired with a slight smirk when he glances at me.

“And what do we have here? This is going to look so fucking fire against her skin,” Jimin says, regarding the leather harness before handing it over to Yoongi.

“Goddamn,” Yoongi says while reaching out to take it, fingers running over the smooth leather material. “It has a collar, too?! Shit. Please, I have to be the one to put this on her.” His words contradict the calm, flatness of his voice, which sends us into a fit of laughter.

“She still has no clue, right? What about Jin?”

“Nope. They will both be surprised,” I reassure Jimin.

“Do you think she will be down for all of this? This is only Jin’s second day here. Is he ready? Tia and I haven’t even made love yet. This is jumping several steps, don’t you think?” Yoongi was worried and rightfully so. Things were moving fast but it didn’t feel forced at all. It just felt…right.

“Wait. I thought you made love the first day you met when you guys were alone up here building the bed frame,” Jungkook says to Yoongi, who chuckles a bit.

“Yeah, it smelled like you guys were together. It smelled like cakes, cookies, and pies all through this bitch,” I add.

“No, we didn’t. We played around a bit, but we stopped before it went too far,” Yoongi admits. “I’m not trying to put her business out there without her permission, but I definitely want to spend some intimate time with her. It just hasn’t happened.”

“So, we’d need to speak with the others, but maybe Yoongi and Jin should run point tonight?”

I love Jungkook’s perspective on the night’s plans and our relationship as a whole. How he’s trying to take everyone into account, be fair, and make sure that everyone gets to spend time with Tia. This is not the first group session, but it will be the first time we’ve all been together at once. Tonight will be huge, especially with our last puzzle piece fitting in so perfectly. 

A part of me wants to wait and just let the moment happen, but another part wants to let Jungkook know I’m interested in being with him tonight. I’ve wanted to be with him again ever since that night we shared that moment with Tia. The way he touched me that night and the gentle brushes of his hand in passing since then only makes me want him more.

“I’m not sure, but maybe Hobi as well,” Jimin says. 

I’m noticing that we all have a relationship with Tia outside of the group, and what we say and do stays between us unless previously discussed or if Tia decides to let the others in. Respect and honesty have been significant in making this relationship work so far. With that being said, I pull at Jungkook’s tattooed arm.

“Ummm, can I talk to you really quick?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook tells me.

“Should we go ahead and lay this down?” Yoongi asks, referring to the waterproof blanket we found while shopping. With all of the lube Jungkook insisted on getting and knowing how Tia squirts at times, we felt this would be a great investment.

“Please. It’d be better to do it now than later,” Jungkook agrees before grabbing my hand to lead me into the bathroom. Again, grabbing my hand with such a command that my heart leaps as if trying to escape my chest to get to him as well. Once inside, he leans back against the sink with his muscular arms folded across his chest. “What’s up?”

Fuck. He’s literally just standing there, and I’m getting so excited. My breathing is becoming a bit difficult, and my mouth is dry.

“I-. Ummm. I was wanting to tell you-.”

Jungkook grabs me by my waist, pulling me in to stand closer to him. The bulge in my pants is nearly touching him, and my eyes widen. Has he seen it? How will he respond to this?

“Hey. Calm down. What is going on with you? You’ve been acting off since we were at the store.” His hands rub up and down my arms before hooking a finger underneath my chin to look at him. He tries to soothe me, but his facial expression looks concerned. “Did I do too much by buying all of that stuff? You know you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I got those things, just in case–to be prepared. I didn’t want to leave anyone out, so just calm down for me, okay?”

“I do,” I blurt out before gasping, surprising myself by my confession. I can’t help but laugh when I say, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous to talk to you about this. We’ve already shared a kiss!”

“Tae, I’ve tasted your dick. There’s nothing you should be hesitant to say to me,” he reassures with a smirk. “You taste delicious, by the way.”

His crass words cause my dick to jump. How he comforts me, eases my heart and mind, giving me the courage to tell him directly, “I want you to be my first, Jungkook. I’ve told you before that I’ve never been sexually attracted to men, much less had sex with a guy. The relationship we’ve developed with Tia and each other has changed that for me. I want to try. With you. Tonight.”

His expression is now pleasant but unreadable. Nervously, I scan my eyes across his face, trying to get a glimpse of what he may be thinking just as he opens his mouth to speak.

“You want to do that for me? Are you sure?”

“I am,” I answer while he’s pulling me even closer. He kisses my chin, then stops to look at me. I close my eyes, a silent invitation for him to go further, and he does. He kisses me deeply, grazing my tongue with his. The bulge in my pants brushes against his. Fuck. He’s bricked, too? Just when I think we can’t get any closer, he pulls me in so that our bodies are now flush. My arms automatically snake around him, my hands clawing at the back of his shirt. Jungkook then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and runs his tongue across it before breaking the kiss. I can feel the heat rush through my body, bouncing off of my edges, just to be redirected to my dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life.

After a moment of nearly devouring each other, he doesn’t pull away and speaks against my lips. “Honestly, I’ve been hoping that this day would come. I’ve longed to be as close to you as possible, to be inside of you. Tae, I would be honored to be your first.”

His lips travel across my stubbled chin, to that sweet spot that sits just below my ear, then to my neck. He settles into the crook of my neck, licking and suckling at the flesh there. He sucks so hard the pain shoots fire throughout my system, just to be extinguished by soft licks of his tongue. My hips involuntarily rock against him as my dick hunts for whatever friction it can find. A moan escapes me, and the groan he releases vibrates throughout the bathroom. He sucks in air when he forces himself to pull away. “Not just yet, handsome. I’m so ready to feel you too, but wait for me, okay? Go ahead and get that little hole ready for me, okay?” We share a few more pecks before he pats my ass, then we rejoin Jimin and Yoongi in the room. 

I retrieve my color-coded accessories along with a bottle of lube from the bed, then return to the bathroom and into the water closet. While sitting on the toilet, I cleanse myself with the douche bulb, use the bidet for extra precaution, then slowly insert a lubed finger into my anus. “Ah.” I’m in foreign territory, and my body reacts, tensing under my own touch. My puckered entrance is so tight I can barely get my fingertip in. “Maybe I need more lube.” I try again after reapplying and it doesn’t seem as bad this time. “Relax. Relax. I just need to relax,” I murmur to myself. When I get out of my head and release some of my rigidity, it becomes easier. Is it uncomfortable? Sure. A new feeling? Absolutely. But I continue pushing in, up to my knuckle. I’m sitting here with my finger up my ass, and I don’t feel anything. The pleasure I anticipated is nowhere to be found. I must admit, the revelation makes me reconsider what I’ve already told Jungkook. I want to be close to him, to be intimate with him, but this just feels like more trouble than it’s worth. Even still, experiencing this with Jungkook and offering myself to him will be enough for me. If I don’t like it, I won’t do it again, but I’m willing to try anything at least once. I work up the nerve to try the anal plug adorned with a pretty green jewel at the end, wanting to be somewhat prepared for what Jungkook has to offer. I breathe a sigh of relief when the plug is inserted and sitting comfortably inside, then join my guys once again.

Namjoon’s POV

I’m not sure what this feeling I’m having toward Hoseok is, but it seems like he’s feeling it, too. It’s gone from a strong connection, like a close friend or homie, to an intense attraction. It’s gotten to the point where I want to be close to him–to feel him against me. This is all so new, but I am beyond excited to explore the possibilities. 

Once inside the house and up the stairs, the scene that awaits us beyond the bedroom door is sinfully delicious. Hoseok and I walk in to see Tia sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin lying on their sides while Jin is leaning over Taehyung’s back, kissing her passionately. Slurps, smacks, and moans fill the air, and I’m more than happy to be suffocated by it all. One of Jin’s fists dents the bed behind Taehyung while he is licking and fondling Tia’s breasts. The other is hooked around her neck with his fingertips in her hair. She mewls into his mouth as Jimin kisses and laps at that sensitive spot at her nape that we've all come to love. From behind, he peppers her shoulders with wet kisses before slowly traveling down her spine. 

Jungkook, sitting on the chair manspreading with his towel wide open, is breathing heavily with his hand rising and falling slowly, caressing the smooth skin of his dick. Entranced, his mouth is ajar as if he was just about to say something before he was overtaken by the lust that looms in the room. Yoongi is obviously enjoying the show, leaning against the wall while his tongue peeks out of his mouth to play at the corner of his lips. His hand is stroking the thick bulge beneath his thin pajama pants. 

The sexual tension alone nearly has me salivating, ready to participate in tonight’s activities, but I have to shower these germs from the hospital away before I even think about hopping in bed with my loves. I don’t want to get them sick, of course, but Tia also doesn’t play that ‘outside clothes on the bed’ shit. Hoseok and I decide to quickly shower, and while he’s in the other room retrieving clothes for us, I take notice of the products that were left on the countertop in the bathroom.

“What’s this?” I murmur as I pick up the two blue boxes to read their directions. When I realize what one of the products is for, I grab the blue and red bulbs and place them in the shower. It feels strange as it is, having this attraction toward Hoseok, but my desire is growing by the second. The need to be close to him, to be inside of him, or him inside of me, is mind-blowing.

When Hoseok returns to the bathroom, I’m already attempting to undress, but I’m finding it difficult. My timid movements, trying to not feel that jolt of pain from my hurt arm, is making things harder than they should be.

“Stop,” he says with a sympathetic tone and moves closer to me. “Let me.” I offer a grateful thank you when he helps remove my shirt, and he smiles sweetly in return. “May I?” He asks the question while reaching for my jeans. Yes! Fuck, yes! My body is responding as if this isn’t just a kind gesture, and I melt at the touch of his thumbs, hooked inside of my waistband, trailing to follow my v-line to take my pants and boxer briefs down with them. The sensation that singes my skin is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and my dick immediately responds. When it is finally freed, it springs from its confines so quickly it audibly smacks against my stomach. Am I mistaken? Did he just lick his lips while looking at my package? 

After he undresses and we’re both in the shower, I say, “Hobi, thank you for today…for this.” 

“Of course. Don’t mention it. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you,” he says, and I try not to read too much into his statement. I can feel that he wants to be closer, but is it the same way that I’m wanting him?

I can’t help when my brows furrow, a dead giveaway of my troubled mind. “I, um, I found these on the countertop. I think they are for us.” The statement comes out more like a question, the uncertainty lacing my words. “I’m not trying to insinuate anything. I just-. I’m going to use mine…just in case. I would love it if you used yours as well, that is, if that’s something you’re interested in.”

The smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips makes my heart race because I’m unsure whether he finds me amusing or if he’s with it. “Are you saying that you want to fuck me, Joonie? You want to dive into my tight little hole, baby?”

The bright smile spreads across his face contradicts the sultry words coming from his lips. The man-ish questions only fuel my overwhelming desire. I can’t restrain any more and move in closer. 

“Is that mouth of yours always so filthy? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you, Hoseok.”

“I’ve done many filthy things with this mouth of mine.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you show me?”

“I definitely would, but we are on a time constraint. How’s a preview?”

Before I can even answer, I can feel the heat from his breath against my damp skin, and he’s pulling my body against his, his hardened member sitting snugly next to mine. The tip of his dick is smooth and scorches my skin when it caresses my stomach. The soft kisses he places along my collarbone send shivers down my spine, even under the hot spray of the shower. Plush lips trail up my throat, across my jawline, and finally find my lips; he kisses me, and it’s everything I imagined it would be. While mindful of my injured arm, his hands roam and explore my body. Our deep moans and our vehement lust for one another fill the space. It definitely takes effort on my part to not deepen the kiss when he stops to speak.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispers against my lips, then pulls away. Gently, he uses the lathered-up loofah to clean my body.

“I can do this myself, you know? I just need you to get my back and my arm.”

“I know, but let me. I want to.” He scrubs every inch of me, then uses his hand to give my dick a little more attention while looking into my eyes. His wrist twists as his fist slowly pumps, gliding along my shaft. He smiles a half smile before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “You like that, Joonie?”

“Mm hmm,” I groan.

“Use your words, big boy. Do you like it when I stroke you like this? Fisting your shit like this?”

“Yes, Hoseok. Yes, I like it. I love it,” I reassure him as if the flexing of my abs and the way my eyes have squeezed shut isn’t evidence enough. 

He places his manhood against mine, stroking them at the same time with both of his hands clasped around our girth. I open my eyes to look at our members, side by side, brushing against each other. His expression lets me know he’s just as lost in this experience as I am, hooded eyes and parted lips, his chest heaving as he’s panting. The sight before me is too much, and I almost lose it. My hips begin to move on their own accord, thrusting against him and that familiar feeling, the throbbing at the base of my dick and the warmth that surges throughout my body before accumulating in the pit of my belly, is a clear indicator that I’m on the edge. I’m about to cum. And as if on cue, Hoseok stops and pulls away, but he bends down and uses his tongue to lick the precum from my slit. I watch as the water travels down his back before falling to slip down the crack of his ass, and I’ve never wanted to be a droplet of water so bad. He takes my tip into his mouth and sucks lightly, circling it with the tip of his tongue. My head falls back, my knees quiver, and I press a flat hand to the shower wall for some type of support. Just as I’m on the brink of explosion, he gives my dick a few more soft licks before he stands–smiling at me.

That fucking smile. How can a man look so innocent after doing the freaky shit he just did to me? Like he didn’t just try to coax my soul from my body, pulling pleasure from me as effortlessly as a snake charmer seducing a serpent from its basket. My mind is in the ether, and I’m still panting, only taking a break to swallow the drool that has threatened to fall from my lips.

“Are you okay?” He chuckles lightly, obviously amused by the reaction he’s gotten from me. I can only nod and pull him in so that his head is resting on my shoulder. “This is crazy…being here with you like this. Never in my life would I have imagined I’d be in this position, but here I am, resisting the urge to take you further down my throat.”

“Hobi. You have to stop before you make me explode. Let’s finish this after we join the others, hmm? Then you can show me how deep you can take me.”

Jungkook’s POV

Hoseok tried to help by pointing out that Tia was bound on the bed with her ass in the air, but she’ll be okay. Hell, she’s been showing her ass for the past two days anyway, what’s a few more minutes? I rub a hand over my face, aware that I’m obviously still a little upset, but I do understand her reasoning. There is just a hint of aggression left over that wasn’t expelled during my workout that she will have to take. It needs to be released, and I plan to do precisely that tonight while helping melt her frustrations away. I keep this all in mind, well aware that the way that I’m feeling is contributing to the level of dominance I’m displaying, taking note to mind my words and lead with love, not ego. But she will be getting this work.  Like I said, I understand, but I still don’t like the shit. 

I lay beside Tia, letting my fingers drag along her slit, collecting her moisture, then using it to work a finger in, then two, then ask, “Are you ready to play?” She answers with a nod and a moan that comes from deep within her. Her legs quiver, her body ready for whatever the night has in store, and just when the pleasure starts to build, I pull out to clean my fingers, sucking and licking her essence clean. Her eyes fixed on me are full of need, lusting for my mouth to have a taste of her directly from the source. 

I leave her there for a moment while the guys and I begin laying the bottles of lubricant and toys on the bed so that everything is within arm’s reach. I watch as she eyes the soft fabric of the waterproof blanket, noticing that she’s not seen this before but doesn’t say anything.  When I find my way back to lay with her, on my side I rest my head on the palm of my hand, allowing my eyes to trace every inch of her. She looks so beautiful, as usual, but there’s something about her being in this position, open and vulnerable to us. Her hands secured behind her rest at the small of her back. Her thigh straps, connected to the band under her bust, keep her ass arched high in the sky and her pussy on full display, her wetness glimmering under the light.

“Are you comfortable? Nothing’s too tight?” She shakes her head. “Okay, good. Well, I hope you don’t mind, but we conspired together to deliver a fun-filled night for us all now that we’re all here. Together. And we all could use a bit of fun after everything.” She nods, and her face is animated as if to say, ‘You ain’t lying.’ “You just let us know at any time if there is something you don’t like or if you want us to stop.” She smirks and blinks slowly, and I interpret it as ‘I don’t mind at all, and okay’. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you’ve spent any ‘special’ time with Jin, Yoongi, or Hoseok.” She nods. “Would you like to share this moment with them first?” She nods again with that familiar glimmer of excitement in her eyes that makes me so happy every time I see it. I relay the message to the guys, and everyone else agrees, insisting it’s only fair that they have time to spend with Tia. 

Jin still seems a bit bashful, wearing his shirt and boxer briefs, and I can’t say that I blame him. My first time with Tia was just us—no audience or others to share her with. Things now are good but I can’t lie and say they aren’t a bit more complex. I look over to see that, though naked, Yoongi and Hoseok seem to be just as timid. Maybe they feel like they’re being put on the spot. 

To lessen so many eyes on them, I call Taehyung over to me, and he doesn’t hesitate; his eyes are on mine as he crawls up the center of the bed, then leans over to kiss Tia’s lips. Running my fingers through his hair, I give them time to enjoy one another. When they pull away, I pull her body to sit up a bit, then guide Taehyung’s member to line up with her lips. 

“Here, baby. Have a taste,” I coach, and she obeys immediately, slowly sucking him in while looking up into his eyes.

“Shit,” he says, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her bob her head. 

My hand travels down his back, across his hip, then I grip his ass cheek roughly. He hisses, then collects some of the dribble from Tia’s bottom lip with his thumb. He brings it to his mouth to suck it off.

“Goddamn,” falls from my mouth before I even realize. I kiss his forehead, then his cheek, then his lips. I look down to find Tia’s eyes on mine, and the smirk she musters with her lips still wrapped around Taehyung’s girth tells me she likes this and wants to see more. With my hand flat under her chin, I pull her away from Taehyung, and she releases with a slurp.

“Mmm hmm, Jagiya,” Taehyung begins, “that was amazing.”

At that moment, Yoongi is the first to move, crossing the bed to join us in the center. I help as he positions himself under Tia, and we lift her body to straddle his lap since her hands are currently out of commission, bound by the wrist restraints and connected to the strap going down the center of her back. Taehyung and I lay on our sides, facing chest to chest while his back is to Yoongi. Yoongi sits up, and his hands explore Tia’s curves as his fingers trail over the leather belts and then across the skin that slightly puckers between each one. Her eyes are low, staring back into his.

“Hello, my love,” Yoongi greets, but she remains silent, only smiling at him. She is such a good girl, still obeying my directives.

“You may speak now, Noona,” I grant her permission.

“Hi.” Her voice is still a little hoarse but is much better than it was. I’m thinking it may be due to the tea Jimin had researched and prepared for her earlier. She’s smiling down at Yoongi and grinning so hard I’m sure he can see all thirty-two of her teeth.

“Are you that happy to be with another man in front of me?” I can’t help but to tease her.

“Mmm hmm,” she answers, and just when I think her smile can’t get any bigger, it does, and her eyes disappear.

“You’re so fucking cute. Isn’t she, Yoongi?”

“Absolutely breathtaking,” he answers me.

I return my attention to Taehyung, trailing feather-light touches to his side with my fingertips. He squirms and pulls me closer to him, and I give in, unable to hold off any longer. When our lips crash into each other, my brain explodes from pleasure and anticipation. Our tongues wrestle, and my hands caress and grip every inch of his skin I come across. I’m unsure how long we’re making out, but I know I’m nearly bursting at the seams when we pull apart for air. I need to feel him, and with each trace of his tongue against mine, I crave him even more. As if reading my mind, he nudges me to lay on my back, then trails kisses across my collarbone, chest, and stomach. Only my head is lifted from the bed as I’m trying to enjoy watching every move he makes.

“It makes no sense for you to be this fucking sexy,” he says against my skin between kisses. 

His lips trace down the path of my v-line to find their way to my throbbing dick, already leaking precum. Taehyung licks at my slit, collecting my excitement on his tongue, then bobs his head down in tandem with Tia’s ass. His warm, wet mouth swallows me whole just as Tia’s sopping wet cunt slides down to devour every inch of Yoongi. This is going to be a long night as I’m already fighting for my fucking life, trying not to climax already.

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Where can I read about all the gay shit that happened between the led zeppelin guys please I’m dying I need to know everything right now

okay so the thing about gay led zeppelin lore is that it is basically a pyramid scheme you need to get into it via word of mouth because to my knowledge there's not a compendium of robert plant faggotry or anything unfortunately. however have some resources under the cut 👀

in the houses of the holy by susan fast is a super interesting essay about led zeppelin's music and makes a lot of compelling points wrt the queerness of their performances, but obviously that's not an account of actual gay shit that they did off stage.

OH of course there's the infamous 1975 lisa robinson article for creem source of many an iconic moment in in gay zep herstory and also the even more infamous 1975 cameron crowe interview for rolling stone which has a bit less gay shit but is very iconic because of who cameron crowe is.

you could probably do well with reading a biography — i haven't yet bothered reading richard cole's or stephen davis's because they are by most reliable accounts full of shit, but i did really like trampled under foot by barney hoskyns, which is lowkey as gay as it could get in a book where the actual members of zep are interviewed.

other than that there's just SO many miscellaneous bits and bobs of lore floating around (one of my favourite ones is the week-long trip to dominica the two of them took alone to visit jimmy's friend and beat poet royston ellis) that you just sort of acquire as you get deeper into it lmao. honestly this is going to sound insane but one of the easiest ways to acquire gay zep lore is to read fanfiction because i swear these authors are actual unpaid historians. there's been several times that i have read a fic and been like oh that was so creative and then found out it was 99% based on historical record (with the 1% being anal sex) down to jimmy having an aquarium when he was in art school or whatever the fuck. i would absolutely love to give you some fic recs if you dm me!

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Charisma, Charisma Battle Anthem - Fumiya Ito English Lyrics Translation

TL Notes:

I kind of butcher it in the English translation, but what Fumiya calls a “Yukichi Bromide” is just 10,000 yen. He likes to collect a bunch of them like bromides, like a hardcore stan with their ita bags and rooms of the same merch. I think I managed to get the point across. The American version I guess would be “Lincoln Photocards” or something like that lol.

I really had to keep myself from writing “my peppy lil pro idol” because maybe Fumiya would have come off a little Discord admin-y. But I think Fumiya would do anything for some yen at this rate. Anyways, JPY is just the currency (Japanese Yen). Like how he calls the Yukichi note a bromide, he essentially relates JPY to an idol he adores.

そそり勃���/sosoritatsu: To become erect (like a nipple/penis/etc).

I don’t even know how to explain where Amahiko gets asparagus from 野天門. 野天 (noten) is to be in the open air and 門 (mon) is gate. His ass is a gate…. Also thank you to my friend for pointing out that で (de) is in fact a location marker, and with the shape of asparagus…. You can see asparagus inside Amahiko’s Wild Gate ;)

札束 (satsutaba) is a bundle of cash/stack of money. So he’s collecting those bands!!!

“Do well on your mission and “you will be rewarded”. This most definitely has some religious connotation, given the verse as well as the whole thing of Fumiya and his “godly” message. A missionary going on a mission.

ビターな甘味処 “This place is bittersweet” 甘味処/kanmidokoro is a cafe featuring Japanese sweets. Bitter sweet[shop].

“Shit that makes something out of nothing call that Holy shit” Ohse our Holy Mary <3

Tera, peta, and exa are SI prefixes. Tera is 1012, peta is 1015, and exa is 1018. Lots of beauty to go around.

I can’t keep beating around the bush anymore with Amahiko. I try to fluff up anything he says but if he were to say “I LOVE ROUGH ANAL SEX” in full blown English what am I supposed to do at this point. I give up.

Fun fact! Look up χάρισμα. This is read as charisma…. Which in Greek, means gift of god! A divine boon.

Raps are not my strong suit. Maybe one day I’ll be able to make this make sense. In the meantime, I tried. Not my best work. I really appreciate the writers creativity though <3 even though it melts my mind a lot of the times.

“1, 2, 3” Chasin’, chasin’ after that paper like collectible photo cards “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7” Driven High, you’ll get your fair share “1, 2, 3” JPY, my peppy pro idol A handbook? Nah, how ‘bout a tour guide? “Charisma Style Rap Battle Break!”

Didn’t I already explain it to ya? Well to sum it up At the beginning of the week Let's call it Charisma Monday Interpol scatters Asia’s allies Marching alongside them, inciting right and wrong

Even birds who tweet their blessings have morals Attaining that QOL comes with responsibility Adulterated fraternizing, Not love for you Try to follow a different justice without diminishing it

Take advantage of that gap in my armor I’m a speedy, pro-slave Just a stray dog if you don’t call my name So tip my scale with endless burdens

Rebel then counter, counter, counter And counter again Lemme paint a picture of me for ya I’m like a coyote in the Sonoran desert Bloodthirsty and comin’ for ya throat

Beat down the greed that’s outta your league I’ve got a great view from down here like the shitty bug I am There’s 7 of us, but I’m the only dwarf The color of snow white Neurosis

No need for even a sliver of eccentricity Am I a necessity? “Seeking irregularities” Even from a long, long, long, long, long time ago, I’m a legacy Yes, I’m super beautiful ♪

The inevitable is calm So stiffen up This world’s fate is sexy! It’s sexy to read “Amahiko’s Wild Gate” With “ASSparagus!”

Magnificent 7th wonder I reach out and grab some bands Now it’s time to shine This Charisma Alchemy We’ve already got it in the bag

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

Don’t give a shit about Pitiful jealousy Don’t give a shit about Living shamefully

Just shout out whenever And you can tell by the sound of footsteps

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

We ain’t friends so stay out of our way ‘S no good? This is the path between Good and Evil

However! We’ve got rules here too If someone’s in trouble We’re all going down together

“1, 2, 3” Chasin’, chasin’ after that paper like collectible photo cards “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7” Driven High, you’ll get your fair share “1, 2, 3” JPY, my peppy pro idol A handbook? Nah, how ‘bout a tour guide? “Charisma Style Rap Battle Break!”

I wonder, are there spawns of demons and gods? And when you sift through them, how many people will be left? Do well on your mission and “you will be rewarded” This place is bittersweet

A pure white monologue No need for a secretary, just this diary You’re a caller of injustice So let’s get to the bottom of this, are you good or evil

Another successful case of tendonitis If you can’t get it, then we aren’t on the same page Those who are scrupulous Are squares My load tolerance is more than double-digits

Rage Against everything in this world Always angry, forgetting how to show mercy “Right?” Garbage that don’t burn That’s bullshit I’ll light it up anyways

Scum who is bewildered by those who are gentle A dark craft that drains the joys and sorrows of peace Shit that makes something out of nothing call that Holy shit A digital tattoo engraver

A neverending diffusion in every direction My beauty multiplies: tera, peta, and exa Mirror, oh mirror Even if you can’t understand the words The answer is revealed right in front of you

Extremely☆Horny A midsummer monster Quivering☆swaying A gift from God Locked in a grapple Inside of you Is a treasure Nearly bare!

If you back out now, it’ll vanish Your offerings of one hundred million Are not nearly enough But they can offset it “Rainy days” So from the back With no motion “Strike” While the iron’s still hot

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

Don’t give a shit about Pitiful jealousy Don’t give a shit about Living shamefully

Just shout out whenever And you can tell by the sound of footsteps

24/7 We set out, under the same roof With our everyday chaotic synergy 24/7 Eating out of the same pot Check out our flashy energy

We ain’t friends so stay out of our way ‘S no good? This is the path between Good and Evil

However! We’ve got rules here too If someone’s in trouble We’re all going down together

“1, 2, 3” Chasin’, chasin’ after that paper like collectible photo cards “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7” Driven High, you’ll get your fair share “1, 2, 3” JPY, my peppy pro idol A handbook? Nah, how ‘bout a tour guide? “Charisma Style Rap Battle Break!”

Charisma Battle Anthem (google.com)