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ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.

KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.

The first kiss was troublesome.

Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.

There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.

Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.

The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.

Your father would drop dead.

Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.

“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.

Every single time.

Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.

Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.

It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.

“Why did you—”

“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.

The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.

“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”

You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.

He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.

You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.

But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.

You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.

He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.

He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.

Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.

In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.

You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.

“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.

If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.

“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”

He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.

However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.

“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.

It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”

Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.

“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”

It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.

Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.

Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.

[frankieburieshisdead]

𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡𖦹°‧ CW: NSFW, Top Reader, Virgin Sam

You loved what his skin felt like. Smooth and lovely like a petal you rub the water out of to let the smell stick to your fingers. He was taller than you, unsurprisingly- he was taller than most, but tall in the way deer legs were. Gangly and embarrassed to be seen. The first time you saw him you felt like a dirty pervert. He was bent over one of the bar stools at the pub, reaching around for a textbook he had dropped and you imagined taking him apart then and there. Pulling those shaggy bangs away from his forehead and yanking until his pretty shoulders were in an arch.

He made a little gasping sound when you bumped into him. This sweet breathless thing that made you grab your dick in your jeans and shift it from the press of your zip. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you," he said with his eyes glued below your belt. You were well endowed enough for most men to assume they'll rise to the challenge but ultimately opt out. Sam stuck his tongue out to wet his lips. You didn't think he would opt out.

It took two more semesters for you to fuck him. There was a chaste kiss once, behind the boiler room of your frat house. You weren't out to any of the guys, and you probably never would be. They we're fucking idiots but you weren't smart enough to get a degree without your football credits. Kissing Sam felt like forgetting all of that. He tasted like coffee bitters and pastry and when you bit into his bottom lip he made that sound for you again. You were probably going to spend the rest of your life chasing that sound, you thought.

"I'm not following you." That's what he said to you the next time you met. It was after a game, you had just come out of the pit and you wreaked of sweat and the grime you dragged off the field with you.

"Okay sweetheart."

He flushed from his toes to his cheeks when you said it. You knew it had to be tonight. You tossed him your keys, "wait for me in my car, I'm going to the showers."

-

When you got back to campus Sam lead you up to his dorm. There was this cloying tension even though neither of you had looked each other in the eye. Once you reached the room Sam slammed you against the door. It was a surprising show of strength from this bambi and you had to huff out a laugh.

"What?" He asked. He was nervous. He kept tucking the longest bit of his bangs behind is ear and shuffling from one foot to another. He wasn't sure he had made the right decision. You didn't let him stay unsure for long.

You didn't need to push, just stalk forward with Sam fumbling backwards till his legs hit the bed. You bent down and kept your lips just out of reach, hands on either side of the mattress. "Can I kiss you sweetheart?" Sam surged forward and locked his knobbly elbows around your neck, smashing his nose into yours. He tasted like he had put a flavored chap-stick on, and you wondered if it was for you. You licked past the cherry bomb blast flavor into his mouth, which was some how even sweeter. He whimpered when you flipped them, with his hips straddling your legs so you could grind up into him. You were so hard you thought you might break through the fabric.

It didn't take long for either of you to strip, you completely nude and Sam with his buttoned plaid shirt being the only thing protecting his modesty. When you moved to pull it off he shook his head. "Can I keep it on please," he had said, and looked oh-so-pitiful that you didn't have it in you to ask further. Instead you ducked under the shirt, letting it cover your head as you teased at his chest. He burst into a fit of giggles and something in your own chest loosened. "Sweet little Sam o' mine" you began to bellow and his giggles turned into a belly laugh, which then turned into a gasp as you teased his nipple with your teeth. "That feel good sweet-Sam?" you practically leered.

He clutched your head through the flimsy shirt, threading his fingers where he could find hair. You wrestled the both of you down so you could cage him in on the bed, smoothing your fingers up and down and into the crevice of his thigh. "How about this?" you sucked two fingers into your mouth and circled the cute puckered entrance, "this feel good baby?"

Sam clutched your shoulders, eyes big and pleading. "I have to tell you something."

Your eyes went wide. "Std?" He wouldn't be the first positive guy you slept with, you were just sure to wrap it up tighter than usual.

"What? No, not, that." He shook his head quickly. You had moved your hand from his hole to his inner thigh, stroking up and down in little swirls that spelt out S-A-M.

"The opposite actually. I haven't, well, I haven't done this before. Sorry. That was a stupid way of saying it."

It shouldn't have turned you on. God knows you shouldn't be straining in your pants at the thought of being Sammy's first. But oh my god I'm his first.

You grinned like a wolf, big and mean- hungry as you fucked two fingers in as far as they could go. You knew it was bad, that you should take it slow and virgin sweet but the way Sam's eyes rolled back into his head as he frantically looked for something to hold onto was too rewarding to stop.

"Oh god," Sam gripped the hair at the back of your neck roughly, undulating his hips on the crook of your fingers. "There! There!"

You lunged for his lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. It didn't take long to stretch him out, and tomorrow you would feel bad about rushing it but tonight you were selfish enough to flip him over in your lap and smack his thigh hard enough to make him gasp. His legs bracketed your hips with his pretty face pressed into the sheets below you two. The bed was too small for two men, meaning you had to cradle his body as close to you and you could- chest to back, chin hooked over Sam's shoulder whispering filthy things into his ear.

It felt like you were melting when you pushed in. Sam's breath stopped and his knuckles turned white from where they gripped the sheets. Your head was tipped back when you whispered "you're good baby, breathe out" and he could barely whimper back at you. You pumped out a bit, flexing your hips back and forth. You pushed in between his shoulders, flattening his chest to the bed and arching his back further. "I said breathe."

He exhaled a puff of air and it relaxed him enough to push halfway in. His shoulders were shaking and his hair had fallen over his eyes. "Fuck Sam you feel like heaven baby. You think I can get all the way in?" You had your tongue between your teeth and you were teasing that spot you found with your fingers, grinding relentlessly. There was a bit of drool coming out of Sam's mouth from where it was pressed against the sheet, his eyes either squeezed shut or wide open and crossed when you hit that sweet spot head on.

It took you a bit to push in balls deep, but you would have waited years and climbed mountains to feel that tight heat squeezing you like a vice. Sam's hand shot back, wrapping around your wrist where it was clutching his hip. "Slow! Please." He sounded fucking wrecked. It was this pure moment of need clashing with a long earned lesson of delayed gratification. He was beautiful. So much of your sex life was defined by haste. An act of 'getting-it-over-with'. This wasn't that. You wouldn't let it be. You thrust into Sam slow and easy, every now and then snapping forward to watch his eyes roll back into his head because you aren't a Saint. You lost control for just a bit at the end, ramming into him faster than he could snap back, but he didn't seem to mind, lacing his fingers with yours even after he came and was twitching through the aftershocks.

You were lying next to him, trying to catch your breath when, with an unexpected show of strength, Sam pushed himself up onto your chest and straddled your hips, pressing his wet body back against yours.

"Woah there cowboy, you looking for another ride?" You grinned up at him, still out of breath as you gripped both his thighs that hugged your pelvis.

He grabbed your nose between two fingers and you snorted. "Corny." He said, and you laughed, because it was funny and you felt good. Loose. You knew it couldn't last, but as of now, the prettiest boy at Stanford was on top of you, smiling, and you planned to keep him there for as long as you could.

[sturniolo04]

No Nut November M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

A/n: in honor of it being November 30 we’re not gonna talk about how I’m late to the party!

dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

You and matt knew this was coming. you guys do it you every year and every year you two never get through the 30 days. Which brings you to now, November 1st.

"baby we have to make it the full 30 this year"

matt groans out to you as you are leaning on your tippy toes hugging him as he allows his palms to rest on your ass. The first not so smart move he made

"hey thats not my fault you couldnt keep it in your pants on day 26"

you retaliate as you huff out leaning your head back as matt rolls his eyes at the memory.

" okay yeah i know but seriously this year because the last thing I need is for Chris to rub it in my face that he has more self control sexually than me with Brynn"

he groans out as you giggle at his reaction.

"baby what do yu think of this outfit"

you state as you let in into the dressing room with you after putting on the outfit.

"it looks good"

matt simply states back to you admiring you as you check yourself out in the dressing room mirror. Matt had been already genuinely struggling with this whole no sex , no getting himself off even thing for the whole month, why? Simple he has a girlfriend that he cant keep his hands off of and keeping his hands off has proven to be his downfall each year.

"c'mere"

matt simply states needing something to relieve the pressure that he knew was building up. You turn to look at him as he carefully grabs your hand and pulls you over to him as you sit down on his lap, not thinking too much of it because he is your boyfriend right

"Matthewww"

you gasp quietly not trying to be too loud since you two were in the dressing room still. Looking at him giggling you ultimately feeling the problem.

"i knoww"

he groans out allowing his head to lean against the wall. of the dressing room.

"its only day 15 babe come on get up"

you giggle standing up off of his lap as he quickly places his hands over his lap.

"in a minute i have to wait for this to go away"

he groans out with his head still leaning back fluttering his eyes closed.

"how long is that going to take we are in the dressing room and we have to go home"

you ask knowing it takes him and his friend a good 20 minutes to get it together.

"i dont know it's starting to hurt"

he huffs out exhaling deeply looking up at you.

"just tuck it or something"

you giggle at yourself even having to say that sentence to him as he complies.

"Babyy go put some pants on"

you whine out realizing he must have taken his pajama pants off in the middle of the night probably getting hot to be only left in his calvin kleins. You were starting to feel on edge already which you tend to be in the morning.

"why"

matt smirks knowing exactly why as he begins to stretch to go take a shower.

"dude seriously the fuck you mean why"

you whine out.

"babe im going to take a shower so I don't need them on and I'm eventually not going to need these on either"

matt states referring to his underwear as your face flushes with a shade of pink as the mental image you just got immediately reaching for the pillow you were laying on screaming into it.

"Dude you need to handle that"

chris chuckles as matt finally makes his way out from his room only dressed in freshlove sweatpants.

"i cant"

matt huffs out looking down to see the problem area running a frustrated hand through his messy bed head from his nap.

" im fully convinced you get horny every hour of the day"

chris chuckles seeming to not have the same struggle as his older brother.

"well no shit dumb ass you and brynn like never made it to that base yet"

matt huffs crossing his arms.

"Matt Chris"

you shout coming downstairs from Nick's room running up to matt and jumping up in his arms.

"hey my love"

matt greets you as he catches you his palms landing on your ass as you were clothed in navy blue nike pro shorts and the corresponding fresh love hoodie that you swiped from him that match the sweatpants he was currently wearing.

" what are you guys talking about"

you question the pair as you rest your head on matt's shoulder.

"oh nothing just how your boyfriend gets horny every single hour of everyday"

chris laughs out as you look at matt with his check flushed with a deep shade of pink.

"shut the fuck up"

matt groans out as he leans down with you still in his arms.

"dont drop me"

you squeal out tightening your grip around his neck

“God i would never’

Matt groans out as your ass slightly rubs up against him.

“Oh my goodness Matthew”

You giggle leaning you head in the crook of his neck leaving a loving kiss on his shoulder.

“What movie are we watching love birds”

Nick asks as you all are in the living room having your normal Friday movie night.

“I have no clue we could watch back to the future or something”

Chris suggests as brynn his girlfriend sits down next to him with their designated blanket.

“That’s fine with me where is your lover”

Nick chuckles asking Matt.

“Right here I had to change into comfortable clothes”

You states sighing you walk into the common space closing the bathroom door behind you as you begin to walk over in your pajama shorts to take your spot next to your boyfriend on the couch.

“Do we need a blanket”

You ask Matt softly as he places a loving grip on you bare thigh as Nick and Chris bicker about what movie we should watch tonight. Matt secretly loves that you decided to wear your pajama shorts already feeling the sudden tightness in his plaid pajama pants from how perfect the bottoms showcase, your hips and ass.

“ baby’

You question him again when you didn’t get a response. Matt quickly shifts his gaze towards you to make eye contact snapping him out of what it looked like a moment of deep thought from what you could read from his given facial expression.

“ you Okay”

You  ask as he lets out a deep sigh. Matt, finally, giving up and beginning to act on his intrusive thoughts, stand up from the couch, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder with his tattooed, arms tightly gripping your thighs 

“ Matthewww where are we going”

You squeal out from the sudden action Play fully kicking your feet 

“ chris’ you win I give up “

Matt quickly rushes out as he begins to walk towards his in your shared bedroom in the house. it was safe to say that you two decided not to put yourself through the November challenge ever again 

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

An end to the climate emergency is in our grasp

On June 20, I'm keynoting the LOCUS AWARDS in OAKLAND.

The problem with good news in the real world is that it's messy. Neat happy endings are for novels, not the real world, and that goes double for the climate emergency. But even though good climate news is complicated and nuanced, that doesn't mean it shouldn't buoy our spirits and fill our hearts with hope.

The big climate news this past week is the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration's clarion call about surging CO2 levels – the highest ever – amid a year that is on track to have the largest and most extreme series of weather events in human history:

https://www.noaa.gov/news-release/during-year-of-extremes-carbon-dioxide-levels-surge-faster-than-ever

This is genuinely alarming and you – like me – have probably experienced it as a kind of increase in your background radiation of climate anxiety. Perhaps you – like me – even experienced some acute, sit-bolt-upright-in-bed-at-2AM anxiety as a result. That's totally justifiable. This is very real, very bad news.

And yet…

The news isn't all bad, and even this terrible dispatch from the NOAA is best understood in context, which Bill McKibben provides in his latest newsletter post, "What You Want is an S Curve":

https://billmckibben.substack.com/p/what-you-want-is-an-s-curve

Financier and their critics should all be familiar with Stein's Law: "anything that can't go on forever will eventually stop." This is true outside of finance as well. One of the reasons that we're seeing such autophagic panic from the tech companies is that their period of explosive growth is at an end.

For years, they told themselves that they were experiencing double-digit annual growth because they were "creating value" and "innovating" but the majority of their growth was just a side-effect of the growth of the internet itself. When hundreds of millions of people get online every year, the dominant online services will, on average, gain hundreds of millions of new users.

But when you run out of people who don't have internet access, your growth is going to slow. How can it not? Indeed, at that point, the only ways to grow are to either poach users from your rivals (through the very expensive tactics of massive advertising and sales-support investments, on top of discounts and freebies as switching enticements), or to squeeze your own users for more.

That's why the number of laptops sold in America slowed down. It's why the number of cellphones sold in America slowed down. It's why the number of "smart home" gizmos slowed down.

Even the steepest hockey-stick-shaped exponential growth curve eventually levels off and becomes an S-curve, because anything that can't go on forever will eventually stop.

One way or another, the world's carbon emissions will eventually level off. Even if we drive ourselves to (or over) the brink of extinction and set up the conditions for wildfires that release all the carbon stored in all the Earth's plants, the amount of carbon we pump into the atmosphere has to level off.

Rendering the Earth incapable of sustaining human civilization (or life) is the ultimate carbon reduction method – but it's not my first choice.

That's where McKibben's latest newsletter comes in. He cites a new report from the Rocky Mountain Institute, which shows a major reversal in our energy sources, a shift that will see our energy primarily provided by renewables, with minimal dependence on fossil fuels:

https://rmi.org/insight/the-cleantech-revolution/

The RMI team says that in this year or next, we'll have hit peak demand for fossil fuels (a fact that is consistent with NOAA's finding that we're emitting more CO2 than ever). The reason for this is that so much renewable energy is about to come online, and it is so goddamned cheap, that we are about to undergo a huge shift in our energy consumption patterns.

This past decade saw a 12-fold increase in solar capacity, a 180-fold increase in battery storage, and a 100-fold increase in EV sales. China is leading the world in a cleantech transition, with the EU in close second. Cleantech is surging in places where energy demand is also still growing, like India and Vietnam. Fossil fuel use has already peaked in Thailand, South Africa and every country in Latin America.

We're on the verge of solar constituting an absolute majority of all the world's energy generation. This year, batteries will overtake pumped hydro for energy storage. Every cleantech metric is growing the way that fossil fuels did in previous centuries: investment, patents, energy density, wind turbine rotor size. The price of solar is on track to halve (again) in the next decade.

In short, cleantech growth looks like the growth of other technologies that were once rarities and then became ubiquitous overnight: TV, cellphones, etc. That growth isn't merely being driven by the urgency of the climate emergency: it's primarily a factor of how fucking great cleantech is:

https://rmi.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/the_incredible_inefficiency_of_fossils.pdf

Fossil fuels suck. It's not just that they wreck the planet, or that their extraction is both politically and environmentally disastrous. They just aren't a good way to make energy. About a third of fossil fuel energy is wasted in production and transportation. A third! Another third is wasted turning fossil fuels into energy. Two thirds! The net energy efficiency of fossil fuels is about 37%.

Compare that with cleantech. EVs convert electricity to movement with 80-90% efficiency. Heat pumps are 300% efficient (the main fuel for your heat pump is the heat in the atmosphere, not the electricity it draws).

Cleantech is just getting started – it's still in the hockey-stick phase. That means those efficiency numbers are only going up. Rivian just figured out how to remove 1.6 miles of copper wire from each vehicle. That's just one rev – there's doubtless lots of room for more redesigns that will further dematerialize EVs:

https://insideevs.com/news/722265/rivian-r1s-r1t-wiring/

As McKibben points out, there's been a lot of justifiable concern that electrification will eventually use up all our available copper, but copper demand has remained flat even as electrification has soared – and this is why. We keep figuring out new ways to electrify with fewer materials:

https://www.chemanalyst.com/NewsAndDeals/NewsDetails/copper-wire-price-remains-stable-amidst-surplus-supply-and-expanding-mining-25416#:~:text=Global%20Copper%20wire%20Price%20Remains%20Stable%20Amidst%20Surplus%20Supply%20and%20Expanding%20Mining%20Activities

This is exactly what happened with previous iterations of tech. The material, energy and labor budgets of cars, buildings, furniture, etc all fell precipitously every time there was a new technique for manufacturing them. Renewables are at the start of that process. There's going to be a lot of this dematerialization in cleantech. Calculating the bill of materials for a planetary energy transition isn't a matter of multiplying the materials in current tech by the amount of new systems we'll need – as we create those new systems, we will constantly whittle down their materials.

What's more, global instability drives cleantech uptake. The Russian invasion of Ukraine caused a surge in European renewables. The story that energy prices are rising due to renewables (or carbon taxes) is a total lie. Fossil fuels are getting much more expensive, thanks to both war and rampant, illegal price-fixing:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/an-oil-price-fixing-conspiracy-caused

If not for renewables, the incredible energy shocks of the recent years would be far more severe.

The renewables story is very good and it should bring you some comfort. But as McKibben points out, it's still not enough – yet. The examples of rapid tech uptake had big business on their side. America's living rooms filled with TV because America's largest businesses pulled out all the stops to convince everyone to buy a TV. By contrast, today's largest businesses – banks, oil companies and car companies – are working around the clock to stop cleantech adoption.

We're on track to double our use of renewables before the decade is over. But to hold to the (already recklessly high) targets from the Paris Accord, we need to triple our renewables usage. As McKibben says, the difference between doubling and tripling our renewables by 2030 is the difference between "survivable trouble" and something much scarier.

The US is experiencing a welcome surge in utility scale solar, but residential solar is stalling out as governments withdraw subsidies or even begin policies that actively restrict rooftop solar:

https://twitter.com/curious_founder/status/1798049929082097842?s=51

McKibben says the difference between where we are now and bringing back the push for home solar generation is the difference between "fast" and "faster" – that is the difference between tripling renewables by 2030 (survivable) and doubling (eek).

Capitalism stans who argue that we can survive the climate emergency with market tools will point to the good news on renewable and say that the market is the only way to transition to renewables. It's true that market forces are partly responsible for this fast transition. But the market is also the barrier to a faster (and thus survivable) transition. The oil companies, the banks who are so invested in fossil fuels, the petrostates who distort the world's politics – they're why we're not much farther along.

The climate emergency was never going to be neatly solved. We weren't going to get a neat novelistic climax that saw our problems sorted out in a single fell swoop. We're going to be fighting all the way to net zero, and after that, we'll still have decades of climate debt to pay down: fires, floods, habitat loss, zoonotic plagues, refugee crises.

But we should take our wins. Even if we're far from where we need to be on renewables, we're much farther along on renewables than we had any business hoping for, just a few years ago. The momentum is on our side. It's up to us to use that momentum and grow it. We're riding the hockey-stick, they're on that long, flat, static top of the S-curve. Their curve is leveling off and will start falling, ours will grow like crazy for the rest of our lives.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/12/s-curve/#anything-that-cant-go-on-forever-eventually-stops

[sparsilees]

it’s almost the end of 2024. can we drop this absolutely inane fanonical idea that harry james potter is “oblivious” or “unobservant” or “average”?

fuck your fanon harry. fuck that soggy tissue who doesn’t inspire confidence in others. fuck that lummox who cannot string a sentence together. fuck that hothead who’d lash out in anger and throw punches at every provocation. fuck that namby-pamby who can’t read clues or between the lines or come up with a plan of action. fuck that sheep who can’t function without hermione’s direction. fuck that neanderthal who’s a messy eater, messy writer, messy speaker, and has poor manners.

who the bloody hell is that? that’s not harry james potter. why are you twisting and malforming him into a bloody clown?

why are you undermining the main character of his own series? boy has an abysmal self-esteem, stays quiet and lowkey, bottles up his truest feelings and thoughts (that we as readers are privy to, but not the other characters!), and has a calm and composed mien so you think you too can dismiss his character easily and strip him down to a skeleton of his canon self and instead carve out huge character growth, redemption arcs, and love letters for everyone else?

you wish to evoke sympathy for draco by making lucius out to be an abusive father and crafting a pitiful childhood for draco when they have an affectionate parent-child relationship canonically, but downplay harry’s abuse? you realise that tom riddle, sirius black, james potter, and hermione granger are acknowledged to be the brightest of their generation, yet forget harry potter and tom riddle are two sides of the same coin, even sharing a similar appearance, and reduce harry to a silly caricature? you make harry magically powerful but wrest his smarts away to highlight someone else’s big brain?

you make him out to be a short dork with a shorter fuse and no idea what’s going on around him when harry and tom are both described as woe-ridden orphans—with all that entails from constant hunger to cold sleepless nights to hypervigilance to the forced, quick maturity—but treat tom true to canon as tall, cunning, and clever, then do an about-face to conveniently slap the malnourished, oblivious, and slacker labels on harry to make him as lesser than?

when he picked up the impervious spell simply from having seen hermione perform it once, when his closest friends have difficulty gleaning his thoughts, when his anger is cold and sharp like dumbledore (ootp was a study in ptsd, next!), when he’s just as tall as his father, was just as ill-treated as a house elf, and rightfully brilliant as the son of lily and james potter—the two powerful and talented individuals who once had voldemort trying to recruit them to join his cause?

the sheer disrespect on his name. the sheer mockery of his character. the absolutely mind-boggling erasure of his most defining traits.

who do you think sussed out most of the big clues, and stowed away all the little, random bits of information in his memory bank, to ultimately piece the puzzle together at the final showdown every end of the school year? who realised as a mere firstie that quirrel was the man hagrid blabbed to about fluffy and the dragon egg? who noted that ginny was withdrawn and unlike herself? who had an inkling fleur had taken a fancy to bill? who picked up on what was brewing between ron and hermione before their own selves? who noticed that hermione cast a confundus on cormac mclaggen during the match? who caught on instantly to the change in tense used for the diadem’s existence and confidently tracked it down? who cottoned on to luna’s longtime disappearance from her cold, untouched bed and the layer of dust? who did voldemort consider his equal? who actually has an uncanny sense of intuition? who calls the shots when the trio gets into a pickle? who?

mcgonagall? flitwick? draco? hermione? blaise zabini? no!

excuse harry for that one time he did not look deeply into the mental workings of a grieving girl because he’s not equipped to deal with them, and has in the first place never been taught to process his own emotions properly because he didn’t grow up in a healthy environment, prohibited from expressing his feelings, let alone vulnerability, and voicing his thoughts!

let’s bury this annoyingly stupid narrative for good. go read the books and refresh your perspective. stop doing him dirty. you’ve already butchered sirius black’s character into a pathetic sisspot. and now you want to assassinate harry’s too.

[blckbrrybasket]

31. “Body Electric”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

꒰Cucking + Breeding Kink꒱ - 1.9k

• unprotected sex, cuck!eddie, teasing, consent checking/color system, cream pie, somewhat feral Steve?

kinktober m.list

If someone had told Eddie a year ago that Steve Harrington was fucking his girlfriend in front of him with his consent, he would have laughed in their fucking face. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington with his girl? No way. And now, well they weren’t exactly friends.

The two were never super close, but they trusted each other. There was no way around trusting each other after being forced together in a group to save the world, or whatever. A year later and they still had somewhat limited contact. Having so many mutual friends now left them seeing each other more and more.

Apparently the trust went deeper than Eddie was consciously aware, because when thinking of a guy to sleep with you for Eddie to watch, you both ultimately landed on Steve. The two of you were always up for trying new things, so when Eddie proposed him being cucked you didn’t shoot down the idea.

You were intrigued to say the least and you were both aware of how Steve looked at you. He was no homewrecker, always keeping a safe distance, but when Eddie called him to ask if he wanted to sleep with you? At first he laughed awkwardly, thinking it was a cruel joke, but when that notion was cleared he had immediately said yes.

You were smart, hot, and he got to fuck you in front of Eddie, a perfect deal. Steve had no qualms with Eddie, but he did love the idea of cucking him. Of course Eddie set ground rules, the biggest one being not doing anything you wouldn’t like. The second? That Eddie is in charge even when he wasn’t the one fucking you.

Steve groaned at it, but agreed when Eddie threatened to find somebody else. Truthfully, there was no one else he could think of, but it didn’t hurt to make Steve sweat a bit. Day of, you restlessly sat on the bed while Eddie welcomed Steve into his trailer. Your legs dangled off the side of the mattress, feet dragging over the worn carpet to settle your nerves.

A creak came from the ground and you perked up, head lifting to see Eddie with Steve standing behind him. Your eyes bounced between them, Eddie being the first to walk over to you. “You’re sure you want this, right?” You murmured an “uh huh”, chin in between Eddie’s ringed fingers when he leaned down to kiss your lips. 

Instantly any doubt melted away, soothed by his chapped lips. “Okay. Anytime you want to back out,” he whispered against your lips. “I say red,” you finished, giggling against his lips as you repeated what he had said multiple times. Eddie pulled back, cupping your cheek to shake your head from side to side.

“Don’t be a brat when I’m about to let Stevie fuck you.” The reaction to the name was instantaneous, both you and Steve groaning at it. Eddie chuckled, pecking your lips quickly before backing up to sit on a chair he had set near the corner of his room. Steve took his cue, entering the small room. “Eager?” He smirked at Eddie already being prepared, getting flipped off in response.

However, Steve was not easily deterred, making his way to stand between your legs. “This okay?” He made sure on top of Eddie's earlier worries. You rolled your eyes at him, “Kiss me already.” Steve chuckled. “Bossy? We’ll fix that.” And god, you didn’t know how true that statement would be. You always assumed Steve only had one mode which was gentle loverboy. 

The first half was very tender. It was a clear change of pace from how you and Eddie usually ripped each other's clothes off of each other. Steve liked to build up suspense, treating you like you were made of glass. He had slipped each piece of clothing off until you were watching with rapt attention as he finally took his own clothes off.

You sighed, hands hovering before you touched his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be so hairy,” you laughed, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest. Steve couldn’t help but be proud, unable to see Eddie’s pouty expression but he could guess it was present. Steve’s hands found your arms, guiding you to lean back as he climbed between your legs. 

He purposefully laid you upside down on the bed so he could give Eddie a closer view at your face when he fucked you. “Are you ready?” Steve asked. Your head naturally tilted back to look at Eddie, making Steve tut. “Ah, ah, not him. I asked you.” Steve’s thumb and index finger pinched your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Yes.”

He grinned, hands sliding down to grab your thighs, lifting them to press to your chest. Steve slid his arm to the backs of your knees, keeping them up. His other hand traced over your mound to slide down between your folds. “So wet already,” he mused. “Is she always this wet, Eddie?” Eddie scoffed, listening to the slick sounds as Steve played with you. 

“Yeah, she is.” Eddie tongued at the inside of his bottom lip, blood flowing to his hardening dick. This wasn’t about him though. While you were too preoccupied with Steve thrusting two fingers into your pretty pussy, he would know if he jerked off. This was about you. Eddie wouldn’t receive any pleasure and yes that’s what he wanted, but it didn’t make his hands loosen from their fists. He must have been whisked away in his thoughts, interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“I think she’s loose enough,” Steve commented, looking down at you. “You think you’re ready to take me, honey?” You nodded, cunt drooling over Steve’s sticky fingers as he pulled them from you. “Words, sweetheart.” “Yeah, yes, please, Steve.” He smirked, grabbing his painfully hard cock, letting your legs settle back to a more natural position. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand, swallowing when you saw the girth of his length. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You looked up at Steve, relaxing back at his words; Eddie relaxing the moment he saw you sink into his bed. His dark eyes were trained on the two of you, watching Steve press into you. Eddie’s heart thumped precariously as he waited to see your reaction. Your face was scrunched up, but you were still breathing steadily, taking it perfectly.

Steve pressed his hand to the side of your head, breathing in deeply. “Knew you could do it.” Your eyes fluttered open, staring up at his pleased expression. He was everywhere, at least you felt like he was. The burn of the stretch began to taper off, faster now that his thumb was playing with your clit. He felt your ridged walls contract and he chuckled. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed in a breathy voice, eyes sliding shut again as you tilted your head back. Slow and soft is once again how it started off. Deep thrusts brushed against all the spots your fingers couldn’t reach. You were so deep into the pleasure you could barely register when his thrusts began picking up.

It wasn’t until you heard Eddie’s groan, opening your eyes to look at him, did you notice how your view was unsteady, shaken by each pound. Steve drove back into you repeatedly, unashamed moans spilling from his lips. You hiccuped, chest rising before falling when you cried out. “Shit, Steve,” you groaned, head turning back to him.

His perfect hair was a mess, loose strands curling on his forehead and bouncing with his movements. Steve flicked his eyes up to watch your face, irises eclipsed by lustful pupils. “Yeah?” He grunted. “So beautiful. You’re so…beautiful.” He blew out the air from his lungs, leaning against your body now.

Ducking his head, he wrapped his lips around one of your soft nipples, sucking on it. It was enough for him to whine, tongue laving over it as he raised and lowered his head as if he was trying to manually make it harden. Steve’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot, eyes glancing up at you as you gave a strangled moan.

He smirked around your tit, popping off to bend over you. Steve’s chest pressed to yours, bodies tangled together while your guts tightened together, his spit on your chest smearing onto his chest hair. “Steve, Steve, oh…Eddie!” Even without Eddie being the one to fuck you, you couldn’t help but moan your boyfriends name. Steve’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly, glancing at Eddie who looked ready to leap out of his chair. 

He shot Eddie a look as if to say ‘stay seated.’ and some other unmentioned choice words. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, looking back down at you as he grew close to finishing. Eddie caught on to what he was planning, glaring immediately. 

“Steve,” Eddie grumbled the warning, hand retightening into a fist on the top of his thigh. Steve grinned salaciously, “I know, I know.” he responded to your mewls, choosing to ignore Eddie. “He’s being mean right?” Steve knew what he was doing, eyes glinting as he stared eddie down, mouth lowered by your ear. You didn’t know why Eddie was being mean, or about what, but it sounded right in your blissed out state.

“You want it, want my cum…but what Eddie says goes, honey.” The seed was planted, making you realize what Eddie didn’t want. “Eddie please,” you begged him to let Steve cum inside you, needing it. Eddie clenched his jaw, teeth straining under the force. “Babe..” he started, but you were too far gone to realize that you were being bratty. “Please, please, please,” you cried, tears collecting on your waterline. You were so close, unable to cum without confirmation.

“You should give her what she wants.” Steve hummed, bouncing your ass off his hips as he continued thrusting within you, teetering on the edge. It was a dangerous game, though, it was one that paid off. “Go ahead,” Eddie conceded. Steve’s lips curled up into a more sinister smile when he received permission.

Steve pressed his sweaty cheek to yours, skin sticking together. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum, of my babies? Fuck you so full…let you swell with ‘em.” Eddie’s eyes widened as you deliriously nodded, sob ripping through you as you clenched around Steve’s cock.

Even Steve seemed surprised by the outburst reaction. “Oh, you want that? Want to be full of my babies, fucking nasty.” he laughed, hips stuttering as he tapered off into a groan. His balls tightened, slapping once more against you before he stilled for a second. “Yes, yeah, take my cum, honey. Make it take.” Steve’s hot spurts of cum filled you up as you shook at the feeling.

Eddie licked his teeth with a laser focus on you as you seemed to fight to cum. Steve’s fingers found your clit, pinching it to send you spiraling. White hot stars bloomed beneath your eyelids as you came, back arching against Steve. Steve chuckled breathlessly, looking back at Eddie.

His hips resumed, grinding forward to push his cum deeper into your cunt. Eddie’s unamused expression came back as he spoke up, “That’s enough.” Steve pants, nodding compliantly as he slowly came back down to earth. His palms rubbed at your hips, hissing as he pulled out, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy.

You tensed at the feeling, his cum seeping out onto Eddie's comforter. You didn’t want to let go of the feeling, cunt feeling so warm and gooey. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mused, looking at your spent body, getting up.

Steve was already checking on you, hand smoothing over your head. “Are you okay, honey?” In a daze, you give a dopey smile and laugh. “So good.”

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala, @dreamerjj

[machveil]

CW: canon typical violence/injury (everyone is ultimately fine, I promise)

Loser!Ghost who’s only talked to you via orders on the field, he’s always been distant around you otherwise. he never meets your eyes, always stands a fair distance away from you, hasn’t spoken a word to you - not even a ‘hello’ when you joined the 141. you’re not sure why he’s so standoffish, you’ve been polite to him in passing. he talks with Soap, has quick witted banter with Gaz, gives Price his full attention, but you? you asked him for the time once and he disappeared, an actual blink-and-he’s-gone moment

Loser!Ghost who watches you from his peripheral, monitors you from across the room. silent as the dead, the occasional twitch of his fingers as he watches you talk to someone. wishes it was him, that he could make small talk without batting an eye. you talk so naturally to the team - giddy laughter shared with Gaz, smart remarks with Soap, respectful comments with Price, but Ghost? his throat gets tight at the thought of you speaking to him, his heart stuttering when you try to talk to him

Loser!Ghost who gets shot on a deployment, nothing lethal, but still a bitch. he hates being cooped up in a hospital room, the idle beep of a heart monitor keeping him company. he’s quiet when the 141 visit, brooding over the situation. eyes trained on his bedsheets, he can hear Soap cracking jokes, Gaz slapping his arm with a scoff. he only snaps to the present when he hears your voice, deep brown eyes gazing at you from his bed. he’s silent, but his heart rate picking up sends the monitor beside him into a beeping frenzy, breathing suddenly a little heavier

[bonbonly]

producer lewis who makes a sex tape with you and sends the tape to jenson. lewis attaches a note that says something like "can't wait to hear your thoughts about this xx" because he's a cocky little shit. after jenson watches the tape, he calls lewis saying he has some thoughts and they should meet up to discuss them. lewis and jenson then surprise you, the star of the tape, with dinner and a show.

hehehehehe finally got on my laptop!

bon's thoughts (18+)

film critic!jenson's at his desk. he's writing a new article about your film that had just come out a few days ago. he's going easy on you for now, you hadn't done anything to anger him nor had you showed up at his office grumbling about something he had written. he chews his pen, glancing from his computer to the window where he sees one of his female colleagues chatting away about what she did for vacation. she was cute, he gives that to her, but he never has the energy to go and ask for her number. not when you were visiting him. not when you would go two steps further to push him to the edge before going down on his cock. he chuckles at the past memories, closing his laptop to head out for a small lunch break when the door swings open. it's the cute colleague and she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, handing him a small package.

"it's for you, jenson!" she chirps, setting the box down and sliding it over across his desk, "it's from producer hamilton. said you should check this out!"

jenson raises an eyebrow, nodding his head and thanking her. he opens the box, it's small and could almost pass as a ring box which could be hamilton's attempt as a cruel joke and there jenson sees a flashdrive. ah, flashdrives. jenson's starting to get a good idea of what this could be about and he stands up, closing the blinds to his office. he peers through to see the cute girl heading to the break room and jenson frowns. he tosses the flashdrive into the air a couple times, debating what he should use his lunch time for and ultimately decides that if hamilton was going out of his way to contact him after years, it had to be pretty important. he sits back down at his desk, fingers drumming against the wood and a slip of paper catches his eye. he pulls it out, admiring how firm it felt and read its contents:

any thoughts? i'm sure you'll hate missing out on this - l.h.

his eyes flicker to the flashdrive once more, hands already on its way to open his laptop and plug it in. clicking on the file explorer, he drags the mouse over the flashdrive's name on the side of the screen. there's only one video. the thumbnail makes his eyes wide, a small surprised laugh slipping past his lips. it's you on your knees, tongue out with cum dripping down your face. oh he has to see this.

an actual full sex tape. jenson's not really shocked that you'd eventually have made one, everyone in hollywood knows your reputation. he still can't get behind the fact that you actually agreed to be in one, though. unless hamilton tricked you, but even that was unlikely. you were smart, very smart. you wouldn't ever put yourself in this position unless you knew what would happen. 45 minutes long. jenson can't even explain what's happening in front of him. he feels like he's actually there, watching lewis throw you onto the bed and spit on your cunt. he can see the tattoos on his hand, his fingers massaging your sensitive pearl as you're tied to the bed, bucking your hips and whining, begging to cum.

"such a fucking whore, god," lewis groans, and he sets the camera up on the nightstand. his hands roam over your body, squeezing every piece of fat he can find. his mouth's on your tits, biting on your nipples as you yelp out loud, tears streaming down your face, "if you weren't so talented, i would've kept you as my personal slut, fuck."

jenson can't see lewis's face but he knows the man must be grinning ear to ear as he sees you fighting against the restraints, wanting to touch him. he slots himself between your legs, pulling his throbbing dick from his boxers and stroking himself. he spits on your cunt for the second time, letting his cock slide along your folds. you're whimpering, pleading with him to be fucked.

"and why should I?" lewis mocks, "you've been fucked by almost everybody here, what difference does it make if i don't?"

your voice, despite being muffled, is clear to jenson's ears, "you're the best, lewis, you always stretch me out so good, no one else can."

jenson rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that you had to be lying. he bites his knuckles, palming himself as he continues to watch. lewis laughs, finally sinking his cock inside you and you're already arching your back, crying in joy as he sets a steady pace. his thrusts are slow but deep, each one making your tits bounce so deliciously that jenson wishes it was him, not lewis, fucking you. he pauses the video, shutting his laptop down since he's seen quite enough and smiles to himself, it's a really shitty thing to do but he can't stop himself anymore.

"what a wonderful film," you exclaim, your arm linked with jenson. you glance between the man next to you and lewis, "you never told me how you guys know each other."

lewis smirks, "everyone knows each other here, sweetheart. don't act dumb."

jenson snickers, "i have to say lewis, you made me jealous there. best fuck she's ever had, really? i'm sure i could prove her wrong," and you frown, eyes snapping to lewis about why jenson knows about the tape but before you can ask, the two men are redirecting you down the street to a restaurant for dinner. once inside, you're tapping your foot impatiently, glaring at lewis.

"ok, i'm going to be really nice here and ask-"

"oh, look at the appetizers aren't they delicious?" jenson asks, bringing your hand to his lips as he kisses each finger, shoving the menu to your face to distract you. lewis shifts his chair closer to you, letting his arm wrap around your waist as his hand comes up to grope at your tits. you're biting your lip, squeezing your thighs together as you keep glancing between the two of them.

"what are you both doing?" you whisper, leaning into jenson as his lips travel up to your neck, "papparazi could see, anyone could see!"

"anyone could see the sex tape," lewis points out, his thumb brushing over your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. you hold back a whine, brows furrowing,

"yeah i know, im well aware of that, but i couldn't give a shit about it right now... we should just eat dinner and get out of here, take this back to my hotel room," you scoff, gasping as jenson bites down onto your neck before sucking gently. your eyes gaze up at the ceiling, slowly travelling down when you meet a cold, hard gaze from a set of big brown eyes.

it's carlos sainz, his jaw going taut as he sees what's happening across the restaurant. his hand is just about ready to shatter the glass of wine he's holding up to his lips. he's with some associates, not interested in what they were talking about because his eyes were on you. watching what you're doing... especially with hamilton fondling your tits so openly in public. you gulp, feeling jenson smile against your cheek as he gives you a quick kiss.

"im hungry, what about you?" he asks.

[dustpages]

From Osaka with LOVE

This is a tribute to my ultimate bias for her birthday.

Sana POV

"Not again!" I exclaimed as my little boy splashed water on the light blue dress I had put on to spend time with my friends, which I often did on Friday nights, before dashing away into the living room of my Osaka flat. 

" What a brat." I mumbled in between myself chasing him. 

He was a ten-year-old boy, but he was so smart for his age. He was also very timid with other people, but not me. 

I adopted him from the local orphanage when he was six. I decided to have a child because I always wanted one, no matter the opinions of my friends and family. 

When I finally caught him I pinned him on the sofa, he was naked dripping wet from the bath I gave him before dressing up myself. 

 " You are going to regret this.” I warned him, tickling his belly with my fingers. He burst out laughing, his whole body moving up and down. 

His blue eyes were staring at me like he was challenging me to do my best, he was wearing a mischievous smile.

His black hair was wet and messy, sticking all over his face. 

" No, no, no." he cried in between laughs. 

I tickled him more, harder than before, he laughed so hard that his tears came out, I stopped just to let him breathe.

" Sorry, I just wanted to make you stay here with me tonight." he affirmed, his voice full of emotion, like he was about to cry. 

I have always had a soft spot for children, so much so that I became a kindergarten teacher as soon as I graduated. The pay wasn't much but my heart was full of love and joy when I taught those kids. 

And now I had my kid, in my early 20s who was a totally different beast from the others I met at work. He could enthusiastically speak with me about the history of the unification of Japan like he was there in one moment, and the second later acting like a brat that needed a lesson from his mother. 

" Don't worry my baby boy, I'll stay with you tonight, just don't make me run like crazy around the flat next time." I told him, I stroked his wet hair trying to smooth it. 

He nodded and raised his arms to be carried by me. I couldn't resist his cuteness, so I complied, lifting him from the sofa. 

His head went naturally on the crook of my neck. He wrapped his arms around my head, squeezing me a bit too hard. 

We went to his room to get him into his pyjamas. " Mum can I sleep in the bed with you?" his request was a no-brainer for me so I carried him to my room. 

I laid him on the bed and covered him with the duvet, without thinking twice I removed my dress and walked to the bed with just my underwear and bra.

My baby stared at me the all time, I could tell he was enjoying the view. 

" Mum, you have the body of an angel." he affirmed. 

" Complimenting a woman will get you far in life." I told him as I lay down beside him. 

His head was resting on my shoulder, his eyes staring at my boobs. 

Unexpectedly he leaned on the closest nipple to him and gave it a soft kiss first and a gentle lick after through the fabric of my bra. 

" Let me unclasp it." I stopped him, reaching behind my back to undo it. As soon as my breasts were freed, my son repeated his action. This time he put more effort into the kiss sending a jolt of pleasure all over my body. 

His small hand grabbed my boob, holding it up for his lips to be kissed and licked by him. 

" You are doing so good." I whispered in his ear. 

He kept kissing and sucking my breasts while I stroked his black hair, giving him a boost of confidence and courage. 

I pulled him over my body his face was close to mine, his sweet scent invading my nostrils. He leaned closer until our lips touched. 

I took control of the kiss, gently caressing his lips with mine, pushing them apart with my tongue, I tasted his mouth with a quick but deep French kiss.

His smart ass understood rapidly to make use of his tongue, stroking mine, following my lead. I could feel the excitement in his body, I broke the kiss and licked the line of his neck with the tip of my tongue. My arms were wrapped around him, holding him close to me.

He aroused me in a way I didn't expect. " Baby, keep sucking my tits like a good boy." I instructed him and with my left hand reached my clit.

The combination of our actions made me moan and squirm under his body. My climax was building up quickly.

When he bit my nipple a little too harshly than before, it became the last drop for me to orgasm. 

As I came he licked my tit more passionately, making me squirt in my underwear, all over my crotch.

When I finished shuddering, he looked up at me and pecked my lips. " I don't know what happened but I can tell I made you happy, Sana." his voice was somehow proud.

" Yes, indeed baby." I confirmed his assumption. He rested his head on my chest, I held him tight as we fell asleep under the duvet. 

I woke up with my sweet baby sucking on my nipple, the one he neglected the most the night before like it was his dummy.

As soon as he felt me moving he stopped and greeted me good morning. " You got addicted to my tits, didn't you?" I questioned, his response was affirmative as he got back sucking my tit with eagerness. 

My baby had his morning wood, and the tip of his penis was poking me through his pyjamas. I invaded his underwear wrapping my fingers around his dick. 

I stroked him slowly up and down, he gasped in surprise and pleasure at the same time. His moans were cute, his hands were covering my breasts, squeezing them while he sucked on my nipple.

I could feel him growing bigger in my grip, his skin was smooth and hot like his body.

" Mum something is building up in my lower body." he panicked. His blue eyes looked at me for reassurance, with my other hand I cupped his face and kissed him slowly trying to making him feel safe.

I didn't stop stroking him, he closed his eyes, and his hips moved up and down matching my rhythm. 

Suddenly he arched his back and squirted in my hand, all over the linen.

He collapsed on me, his face buried on my shoulder. " Mum, it felt good." his words were muffled against my skin. I lifted his chin so I could look at his face.

" You will get to feel better in the future." I reassured him with a peck on his lips. He smiled at me and kissed me back. 

The next Monday, after I sent my son to school, I went to work as usual. 

" Hi, Ms. Yamanote, how can I help you?" I greeted her when I found her waiting for me in front of my classroom at the end of the day. She was one of the colleagues who helped me during my first period as a kindergarten teacher. I owed her a lot. 

She smiled at me. " Sana, I need a favour and I've no clue who I could trust but you for this." I could tell that she was nervous about asking me something.

" Of course, what is it?" I asked her curious about her request. 

She looked around, making sure no one was nearby.  " Can you help my son Saito lose his virginity, please?" she begged me. 

I was taken aback by her request but I remained calm on the surface. 

" How old is he?" I asked her back, trying to understand the situation better. 

" He is 18 years old." she replied, her face flushed as she was embarrassed.

" Have you not consider to make him visit a hostess club or something like that?" I questioned not understanding why I was asked to do such a thing.

" He is too shy, he would never go alone to one of those place." she explained, her voice almost inaudible.

" Ms. Yamamote I am flattered but I don't think I am the right person for the job." I refused her.

" Please Sana, consider it at least. I am willing to pay a lot of money to the woman who will be able to deflower my son." she almost begged me, her voice was full of desperation. 

I left the school with her proposal still in my head. 

The next day I found Ms. Yamamote in the same place she waited for me the day before.

" Hello Ms. Yamamote, what are you doing here?" I asked her, my curiosity about her presence was too big. 

" I was hoping to see you." she answered me back, her face was nervous.

" So I see." I commented. " Well I am here so what do you want?"

" I want to ask you again if you will consider helping my son." she repeated her request from the day before. 

I thought about her proposal for a few seconds. " I am considering it but I will do just if the payment is worth the effort." I informed her. 

She nodded she expected that I would want compensation for the job. 

" I will give you 500.000 yen." she told me, her face showing the hope that her offer was good enough. 

Her offer was quite good, it was more than a month of my salary as a kindergarten teacher but I knew that I could get more out of her. 

" It is not enough." I flatly refused her offer. 

She looked at me like she was disappointed but not ready to give up. " How much do you want then?" she asked me. 

" I want one million yen cash beforehand and I want to do it in my place." 

Reluctantly she nodded and we agreed to let the event happen the next Friday night.

At school, on Friday morning she handed me the envelope with the money I asked for, and we didn't talk about it for the rest of the day.

I had the idea to let my son watch us, I've already explained to him that I had agreed to help the son of a colleague with something he could learn from. 

" Baby, remember that I love only you." I asserted stroking his hair while we were sitting on the sofa, waiting for Saito to arrive. 

For the occasion, I decided to spice up my outfit, wearing a sleeveless blueish mini-dress with a deep cleavage.  My legs were in full display, and my baby was ogling my thighs. 

" Can I touch them?" he asked me, his fingers already in the hem of my dress. 

" Of course you can." I agreed as I spread my legs apart so he could get access to my crotch. 

He pushed my dress up and started kissing my thighs, his soft lips were sending shivers down my spine. He reached my underwear and he was trying to pull it down, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted him. 

" Hold on, baby, our guest is here." I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it and I saw a young man, tall and well-built. His face was plain, for my liking he was nothing special,  I would not have looked twice at him if I had met him in the street. 

" Hello, you must be Saito." I greeted him with a smile. " Come in."

He followed me to the living room, where my son was still sitting on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on him from the moment entered the house.

Saito seemed timid, as his mother described him, but his eyes scanned me up and down.

" Hi." I heard my son's greeting from behind me, his voice sounded cold, like he didn't appreciate the presence of another male in the house. 

" Saito this is my son, he is going to watch us." I introduced them, I sat down on the sofa between them, my baby grabbed my waist with his arm and pulled me close to him. Saito looked at us with surprise.

" Do you mind if he does?" I asked him. 

"It's your house so do what you want." he shrugged, his tone was not nice at all. 

I leaned back and relaxed on my son's lap, he nuzzled my neck with his nose. My son's arms were wrapped around me, his hands playing with my breasts. 

" Are you ready to lose your virginity?" I asked Saito, looking at him straight in the eyes. 

"Yeah." he affirmed, his tone sounding sure this time. 

I stood up and beckoned him to follow me to my bedroom. " Come on, let's see if you have what it takes." I teased him. He walked behind me with a smirk on his face. He entered my room with the confidence that he was missing before, my baby followed us and laid down on my bed.

I stood in front of Saito and kissed him. His lips were not soft like my baby's but not rough either. 

He grabbed my waist with his hands and pulled me closer to him, his tongue invaded my mouth and stroked mine like he was trying to make a point.

I could feel my son's eyes on me as I kissed Saito. He broke the kiss first and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He seemed to be proud of his body and rightly so, he was tall, muscular and well-defined, but something was missing. He wasn't handsome by a long shot.

" Saito, show us your dick." I requested. I had sat on the edge of the bed with my little boy, who was roaming his hands on my naked shoulders. 

Saito hesitate for a second, like he was shy and then he pulled out his dick from his underwear. 

A poignant silence filled the room, his dick was tiny and limp like my son's when he was a toddler.

" What are we going to do with that?" my son asked me with a whimsical tone. I turned to look at him. 

" Don't be a brat ." I chastised him. I got up and kneeled in front of Saito. 

His dick was still not hard, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it softly. He was breathing heavily and his face looked more battered than before.

I licked his tip and he groaned, his hips moved forward pushing himself deeper in my mouth. 

I sucked his cock easily given his small dimensions, I did my job getting him hard.

" Go on the bed, and stroke your cock waiting for me." I explained to him. 

I was not aroused by any means, my little boy sensed my disappointment and came to my rescue. He stood up and came in front of me, he used his tongue to paint my cleavage with soft strokes.

I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him up to kiss him deeply. 

With my other hand, I rubbed my clit through my underwear, my moans were swallowed by my baby's mouth.

" Mum." he murmured in my mouth. " Can I undress you?"

I turned around in front of him showing the zip that was running on the back of the dress.  He zipped me down and slid my dress off me.

I stepped out of it, remaining with just my black panties. His hands cupped my freed breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples. 

His lips kissed my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up to my earlobe, which he nibbled. I moaned and turned to kiss him. Our tongues intertwined in a wet French kiss.

" Baby, you made me wet." I mumbled in his mouth, breaking the kiss. His response was a smirk and a hard bite on my neck, his fingers dipped inside my underwear rubbing my slit.

I felt his fingers exploring my pussy, I was already soaking wet for him. " Yes, yes." I encouraged him, arching my back and pushing my breasts in his face. 

His lips closed around my nipple, sucking it harder than before, sending shivers all over my body.

My baby's fingers kept rubbing me, moving in a circle on my clit. My legs trembled, while my orgasm was approaching. 

I grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. My moans were muffled in our kiss, his hand moved faster.

" Oh god." I cried out as my climax washed me over, my body shuddered thankfully my son held me tight. 

I opened my eyes and Saito was staring at us with envy, his dick was hard in his hand. 

" Now you will fuck me." I ordered him and walked to the bed. 

My son trailed behind me and using the tip of his fingers pulled down my panties, I kicked them off me. 

Saito was on the bed waiting for me, his cock was hard, looking ready to go. I crawled on the bed and kneeled between his legs; I licked his cock from the base to the tip, and he moaned at the sensation. 

" Baby can you please pick a condom?" I pointed to the drawer of my nightstand. 

My little boy handed me a condom, I rolled it on Saito's dick and sat up to straddle him. 

 I lowered myself slowly on his cock, my pussy stretched around him engulfing all his shaft as I seated on him, making him groan.

His length wasn't the most enjoyable, yet I had to work with what I had under me. I began to ride him slowly, moving my hips in circles. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensations I was giving him. 

After a few minutes, I picked up the pace, planting my hands on his shoulders to hold myself while I fucked him, bouncing on his dick. 

" Yes, Saito, you are almost there." I encouraged him. I was doing all the job, he didn't take the initiative once. 

He was unexperienced, still a virgin after all. I kept riding him hard, slamming his cock inside me until he groaned loudly and his hips spasmed under me.

In a matter of 4 minutes, since I sat on him, Saito emptied himself into the condom. He laid on the bed spent, I was aroused but there was no more use for him.

" Saito, you lost your virginity. I had  kept my end of the bargain, now you will have to leave." I instructed him, I got up from him, taking his dick out of me. 

He looked at me surprised and a bit angry. " That's it?" he asked me.

" You have paid for your virginity and that's gone." I pointed out.

Saito looked like he wanted to protest further but he didn't, leaving the house soon after.

I had deflowered the one I got asked for, now was time to deflowered who I really wanted. My baby. 

I walked in the bedroom as naked as I was, his blue eyes stared at me with hunger, like he couldn't wait to have his hands on me. 

" Baby come here and undress in front of me." I told my son sitting on the edge of the bed legs wide open.

He stood up and in front of me, he removed his clothes, showing me his naked body.  I might be biased but my son was handsome, his features were sharp and defined, and his hair was dark and messy. 

His body was still skinny but not for long, he would grow and fill out in no time. His dick on the other end was already beyond promising. 

Even now it was big enough to make me go heels over head to enjoy it. 

I beckoned him closer with my finger, he walked to me and kneeled down in front of the bed. 

 I spread my legs wide and he buried his face between my thighs, eating me out like a hungry dog. His tongue lapped my slit, his lips sucked on my labia.

I moaned, grabbing his head and pushing him deeper into my pussy. " Yes." I murmured. His fingers replaced his tongue, he penetrated me with one of them, curling it up and massaging my G-spot.

" Ah god, yes." I praised him as I felt the build-up of my orgasm. His other hand grabbed my nipple and pinched it, making me shudder on the spot.

I came all over his face, his mouth devoured every single drop of my cum. 

He started to trail a path of wet kisses from my cunt moving up to my belly, his tongue was licking every single inch of my skin. 

Finally, he reached his favourite spot. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, his mouth made dinner of them. 

He sucked and bit them making me moan and squirm under him.

I leaned back on the pillows and let him take control, his mouth left a trail of marks on my breasts, my body was covered in hickeys. 

Suddenly he stopped and looked at me, his eyes were full of hunger. I knew what he was asking me without uttering a word. 

" Yes." I gave him my permission to fuck me.

My little baby's face lit up with happiness as he heard my words. He moved on top of me, positioning his dick at the entrance of my pussy. 

I was already wet for him, so it took no time for his cock to slide in me. He bottomed out on his first try, he filled me completely. 

My back arched off the bed as he hit my cervix. " Oh god." I moaned. My hands cupped his face bringing him for a kiss, his lips were soft and gentle on mine. 

He started thrusting into me slowly, his pace was not hurried at all like he wanted to savour the feeling of fucking me for the first time. 

His cock moved inside me in a slow drag, like it was massaging my walls, my pussy clenched around him. 

His forehead was pressed against mine, our eyes were staring into each other. His lips moved to my neck and kissed my throat with passion. 

" Yes, baby." I encouraged him as he continued fucking me. His hands grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, giving him a better angle to fuck me. 

He sped up his pace, slamming his cock into me harder than before, his groans were music to my ears. 

Our bodies slapped together with the speed of his thrust, I felt my orgasm building up inside me, my legs trembled around him.

His lips took mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwined as he fucked me senseless. 

" Oh god." I whispered against his lips. He bit my lips as I came, my pussy spasmed around him. A puddle of my cum leaked on the duvet. 

This brat of my son kept fucking me through my orgasm, rubbing my clit  with his thumb he brought me to the edge for a second time.

" Oh baby." I whimpered as he sent me to another dimension, my body shuddering and my pussy clenching around his cock.

He stared at me naughtily, his thumb moved on my sensitive clit once more. I held his wrist to stop him. 

" That's too much." I complained. " Be the good boy that you are, and finish me off." 

His eyes softened and leaned on my body, squishing my breasts under his chest. Our lips met instantly,  kissing each other softly and sweetly. 

He moaned in my mouth as he started fucking me in earnest, slamming his cock in me without mercy. His hand cupped my head pulling me for a deeper kiss.

 " Mum, you are so hot." he mumbled against my lips. 

I smiled and nuzzled his face with my nose. " Thank you baby." I praised him. 

He kissed me one last time before he lost his control completely, his dick bottomed out inside me and he exploded inside me. 

A copious amount of his seed flooded my womb, filling me completely. He laid his head on the crook of my neck panting. His arms were around me holding me tight, his face was buried on my shoulder.

I stroked his head with my hand,  trying to calm him down. " Baby you did so good." I whispered in his ear. 

" Thank you mum." he replied, raising his head to kiss my lips.

" Did you like it?" I asked him, curious about his first experience. He nodded enthusiastically, his smile was wide and honest. 

I held him tight, feeling his arms around me as he nuzzled his face on my shoulder. 

" Sweetie we need to go clean up." I deposited him on my side and rolled out of the bed. I was expecting him to follow me but he just stayed still with his arms stretched towards me. 

" Carry me." he smirked.  " I am too exhausted to walk."

I laughed at his demand. I kneeled on the bed and scooped him up in my arms, walking us to the bathroom.

His head was resting on my shoulder like he was a child, I smiled at his antics.

" Mum you are carrying me like a baby." he stated like he was proud of it. I chuckled and nodded.

We reached the bathroom, and I lowered him on the floor, turning on the shower for us. When the water was hot when we entered it.

We washed each other slowly and passionately, our hands lingered on each other skin.

My bed was too battered to be used, so I carried him back in his room. We dried each other and I laid him on his bed. He pulled me with him under the duvet.

His face was resting on my chest, his arms were around my body. His legs intertwined with mine. I stroked his hair till we drifted off to sleep.

The Kansai region has always bloomed during the autumn months, many times  I've been around with my parents or friends to admire the foliage. I've always had a soft spot for Kyoto, maybe it was the nostalgic feeling it gave me, the sense of being in another era, more simple and peaceful. 

Given my job and taking care of my baby, in recent years I had to stay most of the time at home. But now he was old enough to come with me on one of my trips, I decided to bring him with me to Kyoto for a weekend. 

" Mum, are we really going to Kyoto? It's so cool!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. 

" We sure are baby, Momo offered to let us stay at her place." I informed him. Momo was my friend since middle school, we were inseparable back then. I have always thought that she had the kind of face that would have broken thousands of hearts during her teens. 

Her dark hair was short and straight, her eyes were almond-shaped and light brown, and her lips were thin but inviting. Her body was curvy and plump in all the right places. 

We kept in contact even after we graduated and we went to different colleges, she had become a chef in one of the most important restaurants in Kyoto. 

" Momo has dogs, they aren't big." I informed my son trembled a bit at the thought. 

My poor creature was scared of the dogs, he never had to deal with a pet in his life. He grew up in a flat with me, and no pets were allowed. 

" Do not worry. They are friendly and I'll be by your side to protect you." I assured him.  I held his hand in mine as he was still trembling.

The next Friday, after I left work we took the bullet train to Kyoto, the ride was quite fast. My baby kept himself busy rubbing his soft and on my naked tights,  I was wearing a short skirt and he was enjoying the feeling of my bare leg under his palm. 

When we arrived Momo was already waiting for us, her face lit up when she saw us. She was still gorgeous like I remembered her. 

" Sana, my dear." she greeted me hugging me tight. My baby was shy at first but she immediately won him over with her sweet attitude and kind smile. 

" This is my baby." I introduced him to her. Her eyes widened when she realized that I adopted him, but she didn't comment.

Her flat was not that far from the station, it was in a small building surrounded by a garden.

Inside her flat was cosy and comfortable, full of plants and paintings.

" So you two have been living together since when?" Momo asked me as soon as my son went to shower after our journey. 

" Since he was 6, I adopted him from the local orphanage." I explained.

" He is a good-looking young man." Momo complimented. I nodded, stroking my baby's hair, who was sitting on my lap.  

" Yes he is." I agreed. " And he is also smart and nice." 

I could tell that Momo was impressed, she was looking at my baby with new eyes. He was still shy in front of her but she had already gained his trust.

The next day we went to see the foliage of the city, my baby enjoyed the sight of all the colored trees. He remained astonished by the Fushimi Inari Temple with its thousands of red gates, he held my hands for all day. 

That evening after dinner, Momo and I went in the living room to chat a bit. My baby followed us and lay on the sofa, his head was resting on my lap.

" Do you have any particular requests?" Momo asked me, her brown eyes were staring at me. I pondered my answer, it has been ages since I had a night out. I kinda missed going out partying and having fun. 

" I want to go clubbing." I replied, looking at my son. His blue eyes were wide open, he was listening to our conversation. 

" But what about him?" Momo asked, her head pointing in his direction.

" He will stay here." I responded caressing his face.  I didn't want to bring him to a club, this was a one in million chance to enjoy the music and dance freely. 

" But mum..." he protested. " I want to come." his voice sounded needy. 

"You gotta do what I say, it is for your best." I refused him moving his body on the sofa. 

" Momo, let's get change." I declared standing up. 

In the bathroom, my baby was pouting; he was not used to being told no, and he always had his way of making me agree with him. I tried to ignore him while I was washing my face. 

When I turned around he was behind me with his arms folded, he looked like a petulant child.

" Mum please." he pleaded me with a sweet voice.

" Enough. Get ready to go to bed." I decided to apply my lipstick. 

I had borrowed a white short dress from Momo's wardrobe, it covered my breasts completely but it was extremely tight enhancing my curves.

" Fine." he muttered under his breath. His blue eyes looked at me with sadness, I ignored him and joined Momo in the living room. 

" Oh my gosh." I exclaimed. My friend was wearing a blue knitted dress, that looked more a long T-shirt, and black stockings. Her make-up made her incredibly sexy.  

She looked at my dress and complimented me. " Sana you look so hot." I knew that we were gonna be the hottest girl in the club.

My baby came behind me, dressed in his pyjamas. " Good boy. How do we look?" I inquired him. 

He simply wrapped his arms around my slim waist and pulled me tight to him. " Mum please come back to me soon." his voice was muffled against my dress. 

I stroked his dark hair. " Do not worry baby, we'll be back soon." I promised him. He let go of me, and I held Momo's hand to leave.

The music in the club was blasting loud, the lights were flashing on the dance floor. Momo and I were dancing on our own, enjoying ourselves. We had a few drinks in between. 

After an hour or so, two men approached us, their Australian accent was clear when they greeted us.

They were both tall and muscular; they could have been swimmer, given their broad shoulders.  They were dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. 

"  Hi." they greeted us. Momo and I exchanged a look, and we both decided to enjoy ourselves a little more. 

" Hi, I am Sana and she is Momo." I replied.

" I am Jack and this is Daniel." the taller one introduced himself and his friend. 

In all honestly, they were not particularly handsome, but they had been confident enough to come and talk with us, so we played along. 

 They dragged us on the dance floor,  Momo danced with Daniel while I danced with Jack. 

Jack's hands were roaming my body while we danced, his lips brushed on my neck. I moaned at the sensation and arched my back to give him more access.

We danced awfully close, my ass rubbed his crotch, he was aroused by my moves, his erection was pressing against my butt. 

Momo was having the time of her life, Daniel was kissing her passionately. Their hands were all over each other. 

After a few minutes the song changed, Jack turned around and pulled me to dance with him in front, our chests were pressed together, his lips took mine in a heated kiss. 

He broke the kiss to whisper in my ear. " You are fucking hot."  I smiled at him, his confidence was a turn-on.

We joined Momo and Daniel at the bar for a set of shots. By the time we finished them, we all agreed to leave the club. 

Once we were outside Jack spoke up. " Do you guys live nearby?" 

Drunkly, Momo raised her arm up in the sky. " We are just down there." 

Daniel and Jack looked at each other, exchanging a knowing look. 

" Let's go, then."  Jack suggested. 

The four of us entered Momo's flat, my little boy was sleeping on the sofa. I felt a pang of guilt for leaving him alone.

Momo and Daniel disappeared in her bedroom, the only one in the house. 

Jack without pondering a second more pounced on me. " I want you." he murmured in my ear, his lips trailing kisses on my neck. 

With skills, he unzipped my dress and took it off me. I  stood there in my bra and panties, his eyes devoured my body like a starving man.

His hands cupped my breasts with my bra still on, he pinched my nipples with his fingers. I arched my back in pleasure.

" Yes." I moaned, and his tongue lapped my nipple through the fabric of my bra. His other hand reached my underwear, his fingers rubbed my clit in circles. 

I moaned louder and louder, my body trembled and my legs gave in under me.

" You are so fucking hot." Jack exclaimed as he laid me on the sofa close to where my baby was sleeping. 

In a swift move, he lowered his trousers and underwear, his cock sprang free in all its glory. I didn't have a measuring tape but I could tell it was bigger than 8 inches. 

" Wow." I gasped as my eyes locked on his shaft.

 He spread my legs wider, positioning himself between them, ready to feast with me. From Momo's room, a series of obscenities could be heard in the flat. 

" What is going on?" the cold voice of my son made me jump in surprise. 

I turned to look at him and his eyes were not pleased at all, his hands were on his hips, like he was ready to scold me for my bad behaviour. 

" Nothing." I denied it, trying to cover myself but it was too late, my baby had already seen me naked and Jack's dick was ready to enter me.

" Go back to bed." Jack instructed him with a smirk.

" No." my son refused to budge, he crossed his arms on his chest, like he was refusing to let us continue. 

" Get the fuck out of her." he declared in English making me lost in translation.

Jack clearly understood him because his face changed in anger. " Do you speak English?" he asked him.

" Of course I do." my baby replied to him.

" What are you? A fucking kid?" Jack asked him, his tone was not nice at all.

" That is none of your business." my little boy retorted him. He looked at me and then back at Jack. 

" Leave." he instructed again. I was torn between my son and the Australian who I was about to fuck.

" Don’t you have anything to say?.” Jack asked me, his tone cold. I hesitated, trying to figure out what to do. He grabbed his trousers and walked away from me and my son.

“ Wait.” I exclaimed. 

I stood up from the sofa to follow him, my son grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. His eyes were blazing with anger. 

" You are a brat." I accused him, looking at his angry expression.

" I am not letting you fuck that man." he replied. " Or any other if that is the case."

I looked at him and I could tell that he was dead serious about his intentions, he wanted me all to himself. I was flattered by his jealousy.

" Fine. What do you want me to do?" I asked him. I was still in my underwear and he was in his pyjamas. 

" We are going to the Love Hotel down the block. Just wear your trench on."  he ordered me, handing me my trench.

We left the flat walking slowly to the hotel. The air outside was crispy and cool, it was a chilly autumn night. 

The streets were almost empty, given the late hour. " Open it." my baby declared, undoing the upper button of my trench.

I looked at him puzzling. " Do you want to expose me in the street?" I questioned him. 

" It would be a testament to prove that you are willing to do anything for me." he explained to me sincerely. I could tell that my baby was not joking. 

Slowly I undid the buttons of my trench and opened it. I stood in front of him with just my bra and underwear. 

" Yes." he praised me, his eyes roamed my body slowly. " You are hot mum." his compliment made me smile. He took my hand and pulled me towards the hotel.

I felt like a slut almost naked in the middle of the night, but I couldn't help myself to enjoy it. My little brat wanted to expose me and I wanted to please him. 

The receptionist didn't even bat an eye when he saw me half naked, he probably had already seen the worst thing in his job. 

He gave us the key to our room. My son walked holding my hand all the way up to our room. 

The room was tiny but clean and well-furnished, my baby locked the door behind him. 

He kneeled on the bed and patted it with his hand for me to sit. I obliged and sat on the edge of the bed, he kneeled in front of me, between my legs. 

" Spread your legs for me." he ordered, I did so without complaining, my trench fell on the floor. 

His hands caressed my legs, and his soft lips kissed my skin, moving slowly up from my knees to my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs making me moan. 

His lips were warm and soft, his breath was making me shiver. His hands massaged my ass, kneading my cheeks with his fingers. 

His face was in front of my pussy, his fingers spread my folds and his tongue darted out to lick my slit. I moaned loudly.

" Baby that's good." I praised him, running my hands through his messy hair. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking it gently.

I could feel my orgasm building up in my lower belly, I was panting heavily, and my legs trembled under his hands. 

He moved his tongue faster, lapping and sucking my clit, making me lose my control completely.

" Ah ah ah." I cried out, my whole body was shaking and convulsing, and my pussy was gushing wetness. 

My baby was lapping all my cum like he wanted to drink all of me. When he finished he stood up and looked at me.

" Take off your bra." he ordered, his voice was hoarse and needy. I undid my bra and tossed it to the ground. 

My breasts were free and in his full view. He pushed me to lie on the bed and his hands covered my tits. 

" Baby you are so good." I praised him as his mouth took my nipple, sucking it like it was his favourite sweets.

 His hand kneaded my other breast, his fingers pinched my other nipple. 

I could feel my second orgasm coming, I was trembling all over, and my nipples hardened under his touch. 

He chomped harder on my nipple, I came for a second time, and my moans filled the room. My body trembled and convulsed in his arms. 

He held me tight until I calmed down. His arms were warm and strong around my body. My head rested on his shoulder, and his lips kissed my hair. 

" Get naked, and lie on the bed." I purred in his ear. He had given me so much pleasure now was my turn to repay him. 

He undressed slowly, his movements were languid and sensual, and his blue eyes were staring at me all the while. 

His cock sprang free, he was hard just for me. I licked my lips at the sight of him. 

He lay on the bed looking at me with anticipation, he spread his legs wide giving me all the access I needed. 

I kneeled between his legs and started licking his inner thighs, moving up to his groin. He groaned loudly as my tongue darted out and licked his cock. 

His dick was still hard, I licked his head with my tongue making him shiver. My hands closed around his shaft, stroking it slowly.

His hand grabbed my hair and pulled me up to kiss him, our lips met in a passionate kiss, and his tongue invaded my mouth and twirled with mine. 

I broke the kiss and moved up to straddle him, his dick was hard and ready. I positioned myself and slowly took his cock inside me. 

His eyes widened as I engulfed all his length inside me, my pussy stretched around his shaft. 

I moved my hips up and down, bouncing on his dick. His hand grabbed my ass and helped me move faster. 

I was riding him fast, my pussy clenching around his cock, he moaned loudly. I leaned forward to kiss him and my breasts bounced in front of his face. 

He darted out his tongue to lick my nipples, I arched my back and moaned at the sensation. My baby's hands kneaded my ass while I fucked him senseless. 

My pussy was dripping wetness all over his cock and balls. His hand slipped to my cunt and started rubbing my clit in circles.

" Ah, baby." I cried out as my orgasm washed me over, my pussy spasmed around his cock. 

He kept thrusting into me, his hips moving fast under me. I leaned back on him, his cock bottomed out inside me.

" Come on, baby, let yourself go." I urged him; his moans were music to my ears. His hips sped up their pace; he was slamming his cock into me harder than before. 

His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tighter to him as he came. I felt his seed flooding my pussy and my womb. 

My little boy had come inside me without wearing a condom, filling me up completely. I collapsed on him, our breathing was heavy.

I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, he wrapped his arms around me holding me tight. 

" Thank you Sana." he whispered in my hair, his voice sounding sincere and sweet. 

" Anytime." I replied, my voice muffled against his chest.

We laid there for a while, cuddling and relaxing, his dick was still inside me and it was already stirring again. I moved my hips to tease him.

" Mum." he moaned. " Don't move." his hands grabbed my hips and kept them still. 

I looked at him puzzled, my eyes staring into his. 

" Are you sure you can handle a second round?" he asked me.

" Yes, I can." I assured him. His smirk was answer enough, he held me glued to him and pounded me in the most earnest way possible. His dick was slamming into me hard and fast.

I was moaning loudly, my body was trembling and convulsing. " Yes." I moaned in his ear, he bit my shoulder making me scream. 

His cock bottomed out into me over and over again, he fucked me senseless. He held me still as he fucked me, making me unable to move. 

My orgasm hit me like a truck, my pussy clenched around his cock, my cum gushed out of me. My baby kept fucking me through my orgasm.

" Fuck." I screamed as my climax was prolonged by his relentless thrusts. My pussy clenched and spasmed around him. 

I couldn't help but devour his mouth in a passionate kiss; my tongue invaded his mouth, battling his one.

This brat chewed my lip hard with his teeth, making me taste my own blood. I bit his lip back, our lips were bleeding as we kept kissing each other. 

" I can't hold back anymore." he confessed, his voice muffled against my lips. 

" Fill  me up." I exhorted him.

His hips sped up, his thrusts became more urgent.  A second truck hit me inevitably, my juice gushed out drenching my baby. 

His hips slammed one last time into me and his cock erupted, flooding me with his cum. 

" Give it all to me." I begged him milking him dry. I laid on him and listened to his heartbeat, his hand cupped my face pulling me to rest on his shoulder. 

" That was great." I complimented him, kissing his lips softly. 

" I know." he smirked. I slapped his chest playfully.

" Brat." I muttered under my breath, making him laugh. 

The sun beamed through the curtains, sleeping there was not an option anymore for us. 

My plump lips enjoyed taking their time to kiss all his body, I wanted to make sure that my baby was completely satisfied with me. 

We took a shower together, washing each other in the small shower, our bodies were still sticky with our juices. 

Our hands lingered on each other's skin, caressing and exploring every inch of each other's bodies. 

My little boy dried my body off and slowly put my undergarment back on me, I looked at him fondly. His blue eyes were staring back at me. 

" You look so cute." I whispered against his lips. He wrapped his arms around my body pulling me in for a hug.

He finished buttoning up my trench and after he wore his outfit, we walked out of the room.

It was hard walking after that intense night, my legs were sore and my pussy was aching pleasantly. My little boy held me by my waist helping me walk. 

He had been a perfect gentleman even if he had been a brat with me.

We returned to the flat, Momo saw me limping a bit and asked surprised. " What did happen to you?" 

I pointed to my little baby. " Him, that's all you need to know." I smiled at my brat. His lips were soft and gentle when they kissed mine. 

Momo sighed, disappointed. " At least he did the job." she muttered.

"Didn't you have fun ?" I asked her, curious about her night. 

" That fucker lasted one round before the alcohol had the best of him." she sighted again. " I kicked him out an hour ago or so."

My baby was kneading my butt through the trench while Momo was talking about her night, his lips pecked my neck repeatedly.

Keeping my focus on Momo was quite daunting, I gave her an apologetic look. 

She smirked at me, she knew that I had no control over my baby's desires. " Don't mind me." she laughed. 

" Why don't you go to bed?" she suggested me. Her bedroom was empty and we had a sleepless night, so marched towards her room.

I removed my trench, leaving it on the floor.  My baby removed my undergarments, tossing them away from us. I lay in bed and pulled him to me. 

His head rested on my breasts, his arms were around my body holding me tight. I stroked his hair, and with my free hand covered us under a blanket. 

His breathing became steady and relaxed, I held him tight, feeling his warm body next to me.

I closed my eyes and slept too. I woke up later in the afternoon alone in the bed, from the living room I could hear Momo talking with my son. Slowly I  got up from the bed and wore a long jumper from my suitcase, able to cover my private area. 

In the kitchen Momo was clinging to my son from behind, he was placing something in a bowl. He bobs were squishing on his back and her hand were roaming on his torso. 

I stepped closer to them, feeling a pang of jealousy. 

" Ah Sana, I didn't hear you wake up." Momo greeted me cheerfully, letting go of my baby's body. 

" Mum this is for you." he presented me a chirashi bowl with fish perfectly sliced and served with sushi rice. " You need to eat."

His words showed a true concern for my health and well-being, I smiled at him.

" Thank you baby, you are always thinking of me." I praised him. He smiled back at me, his blue eyes crinkled at the corner.

I took the bowl and ate quickly, Momo was staring at him hungrily. 

" What is going on?" I questioned her.  

" W-well... he somehow had told how many times you have climaxed under him." she stuttered. " I was wondering if you were so magnanimous to share him?" 

I choked on my rice, taken aback by her audacity.I looked at my son, he was blushing profusely. 

" How dare you." I accused him, trying to sound stern. 

He ran to me, jumping on my lap and placing his head on my shoulder. " I'm sorry to have spilt the tea, " he said, sounding more worried than I expected.  

I held him in my arms and kissed his hair. " It's okay, baby," I reassured him. He sighed against me in relief.

" Please, he is so yummy." Momo complained. I glared at her, my expression was stern and cold. 

" No.” I denied her without hesitating.

She pouted a bit. " Can I at least see how you two have sex?" she asked. I looked at my baby, he shrugged his shoulder in indifference.

" It depends on you." I answered.

" I can't refuse a chance to be inside of you." he declared, his voice muffled against my neck. " She can watch."

" Fine." I agreed, knowing that I could stop him anytime I wanted. Momo's eyes light up in delight. 

I sat on the carpet with my legs crossed, my baby helped me remove the jumper I was wearing,  leaving me completely naked. 

I gestured Momo to kneel in front of us, she obeyed me immediately, her eyes were wide open staring at my naked body. 

I pulled my little boy in front of me and started kissing him passionately. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading them. 

My mouth broke the kiss to lick his neck, moving down to his chest and then to his abs. I licked and kissed every inch of his torso.

My hands closed around his dick, stroking his cock slowly.  My little baby moaned loudly, his head was thrown back in pleasure. 

I darted out my tongue and licked the head of his cock, making him shudder. 

" Oh fuck." he cursed. His hands were holding my hair as I took his cock in my mouth. 

I licked and sucked his cock like it was my favourite lollipop, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft. 

His moans and grunts were filling the room, he was trembling under my ministration. I took his shaft in deep, making him moan louder. 

I sucked him off properly, rubbing his balls in my hand.  His cock was hard and twitchy in my mouth, I could feel the precum dripping on my tongue. 

I swallowed his seed when he came, milking him dry till he had nothing else to give me. He held onto my shoulder trembling in pleasure. 

Momo was panting and sweating, her eyes were blazing with lust. I held my baby tighter to me, and then laid on the carpet, my back to the floor.

He laid between my legs and spread them wide, opening me completely to him. His tongue lapped my slit, making me moan.

My little boy worshipped my clit with his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue. I arched my back as I came, my pussy gushing wetness.

He kept eating me out adamantly, making his fingers wet with my juice for then plunging them on my back door.  

I moaned loudly when he penetrated me back there, his fingers stretched my hole open. 

" Fucking hell." I cursed, my head was thrown back and my body was convulsing in pleasure.

He fingered my back hole with eagerness, exploring the cavity with his digits. My moans became louder and louder, the second orgasm hit me making me shudder and convulse all over. 

My baby removed his fingers from my back door and licked them clean, his tongue savouring my taste. 

He laid on his side beckoning me to do the same. He spooned me from behind and spread my legs wide. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in. 

His cock stretched me wide, filling my pussy completely. He moved his hips in a slow drag, making love to me with his cock. 

I moaned in pleasure, my hands caressed his arms holding on to me. His lips kissed my neck and shoulder, his breath was warm against my skin. 

My baby's thrusts were slow but deep, his dick massaged my walls, making me tremble all over.

" Oh yes." I moaned loudly. His hand closed around my breast and squeezed my nipple making me arch my back in pleasure.

" You feel outrageously good" he confessed against my ear, speeding up. Fucking me in an earnest way.

His dick was bottoming out inside me with every thrust, he fucked me like he wanted to own me completely.

" Come for me, baby." he ordered me. His hand slid down to my clit and rubbed it in circles. I trembled and convulsed all over, my pussy clenched around his shaft drenching the carpet beneath.

He pulled out abruptly making me moan in complaint. " What are you doing?" my voice was hoarse and needy.

" I wanna fuck your ass." his voice was waiting for my consent.  

I laid on my belly, raising my butt slightly to invite him to proceed. " Be gentle, it's my first time." I asserted. 

His eyes softened, his hand rubbed my butt cheeks in a circular motion mellowing me out.  His finger probed my back door, lubricating it with spit. 

I could hear him spit more saliva on his fingers and on my hole, his finger breached my back door slowly and carefully. 

I moaned at the feeling, it was so full and a little painful, but in a good kind of way. My body was trembling all over, his finger was stretching my back door open.

I felt his lips kissing my cheeks, his tongue licking my rim. His mouth was wetting my asshole.

I arched my back in pleasure and pushed against his fingers. He took it as a sign to proceed with caution and withdrew them.

He positioned his cock at my entrance, pressing slowly inside me. I moaned at the invasion, my asshole stretching to accommodate him.

It burned and hurt a little but his lips kissing my back made me feel better. He slid completely in reaching my cervix, filling me completely. 

" Oh god." I moaned at the full feeling; his hips rested against my cheeks. He leaned in his torso on my back, pressing me down; his tongue kissed my earlobe making me shiver. 

"Tell me when you feel ready." he whispered.

I nodded my head, his chest covered my back completely, and his hand closed around my breast squeezing it. 

He started thrusting in me, his dick moving in and out of my hole slowly. The friction was incredible, every nerve in my body was on fire.

" Oh god." I cursed as he slammed into me harder but not faster, his hips smacked my cheeks with each thrust.

His lips kissed every inch of skin he could reach in that position, soothing the pain away. 

" Fuck me ." I gasped. " Like you mean it."

His hips speed up and he pounded me harder and faster, his dick slamming into me with all his strength. 

I was moaning and crying out his name, my back door clenching and spasming around him.

" Oh god. Yes." I screamed, my orgasm washed me over. My asshole clenching around his shaft.

He sucked on my neck like a vampire, his teeth biting me and marking me. His thrusts became urgent and needy, his cock bottomed out inside me one last time. 

" Cumming" he purred in my ears. A wave of warmth flooded my asshole, I moaned in delight as I felt him fill me up with his seed.

" Stay inside me." I begged, feeling his cock twitching and pulsing in my ass. His lips kissed and sucked on my neck, making me feel his love. 

Momo panted heavily showering the carpet with her juice,  her eyes were looking at us with desire.

We laid on the carpet in a cuddle puddle for a while. " We gotta move." I whispered to my baby that with attention pulled out of me.

My body was sore and stinky, my legs were beyond numb. My little boy helped me up and I limped towards the bathroom, feeling my body was covered in his cum. 

We showered together, his hands soaping up my body, washing every inch of me. He was gentle and tender, kissing me softly on the lips. 

I felt loved and cherished in his arms, he had given me so much pleasure.

When we dried off I pulled him in a hug, holding him tight to me. " I'm all yours, never doubt it." I  promised him, my voice muffled against his chest.

He smiled at me with his angelic smile. " I love you." he said.

" And I love you too." I replied back. We laid on his bed cuddling, feeling our skin against each other's, till we passed out. 

Once back in Osaka, our life kept on going as usual for a while.

 For the White Day at work, I got a squirrel made out of chocolate with a love confession from a new colleague of mine, who was hired in January when Ms.Yamanote retired. 

He was undeniably handsome with a charming personality, he had a chiselled jaw, dark hair and hazelnut eyes. He was tall and muscular, I had a feeling that he had been an athlete in his youth. 

I was flattered by his interest, my cheeks reddened as I read the letter that came with the chocolate. 

I had a sweet tooth and I devoured the chocolate quickly, leaving only the piece of paper. 

Mark, the one who sent me chocolate, was waiting for me out of my office. His charming smile lighted up as soon as I came to his vision.

" So?" he asked, his dark eyes looking at me hopefully. 

" I'm flattered." I began to say. " But I am afraid to inform you that ..."

His lips pecked mine shushing me. My eyes widened in surprise, I was not expecting that.

He moved his my lips on my neckline, leaving a small and red hickey before pulling away.

" Were you saying?" he grinned cockily. My back was against the corridor's wall, his eyes lingered on my cleavage. 

"  Umm." I stuttered, his cologne was enveloping me, it was a strong scent. " I am already taken." I declared, trying to make him understand.

His boldness grew watching me stutter, his hand grabbed mine and made me touch the outline of his cock through his trousers.

It was as hard as it could get, I broke free from his grip and slapped him. "I am already taken." I repeated myself, stepping aside.  " And I am not interested."

Mark's face was red from the poor figure she made, and without uttering a word more he dashed out of my sight.

All flustered I made my way home, my son was already there studying for an upcoming test on the kitchen table. 

As soon as he noted me, he spotted the red mark on my neck.  His expression darkened in anger. 

" Who did that?" his voice was deadly calm.

" Mark, my new colleague." I explained, feeling a little guilty. 

I held him tight in my arms, hugging him with all my force. " You know I love you.  He doesn't stand a chance to me."

" Yet he left a mark on you." he asserted coldly. " Last time I checked to give an hickey you need to be glued to the other person. You lowered your boundaries to let him in."

I held on to his wrist, his grip on me was almost hurting. I knew he was angry, my little brat was jealous as hell.

" He has surely given you some chocolate today. How sweet, how romantic." he perpetrated. 

I started showering his face with wet kisses. " Cut it, you know where my heart stands, don't you?" I muttered, kissing his lips. 

He stared at me for a while, and then he pulled me in a tight hug. " I know, I just can't bear the idea of sharing you." he confessed, his voice was soft and vulnerable, showing his young age.

" Nothing can come between you and I. Not even the Gods above can separate the two of us. No, nothing can come between you and I." I stroked his hair. 

He held his breath at my words. His tears bucketed down, wetting my jumper. His arms closed around my waist, holding me tight to him.

He was sobbing like a little baby against me. I stroked his back soothing him.

" Ssh baby." I comforted him. " It is alright, don't cry."

I lifted him up in my arms cradling him in my embrace, he laid his head on my shoulder wrapping his arms around my neck.

We stayed there for a while, my little baby crying like one. When his tears were finally dry, I put him back down on the floor. 

" Let's go to bed." I dragged him towards my bedroom, better saying our bedroom since we shared the same bed.

Once in bed he laid his head in my lap and his hands closed around my thighs. His face was hidden under my jumper, his arms were wrapped tight around me. 

I stroked his hair with one hand while with the other I was reading a book. He kept sniffing like a puppy, he had not yet recovered from his cry. 

" I love you so much Mum." he muttered against my stomach. " I wanna be always with you."

My heart skipped a beat hearing his words, my brat was so sweet. I caressed his face softly, he looked up at me. His blue eyes were shining with adoration. 

" And I love you back. Always." I promised him.  My words seemed to make him relax, he laid down his head on my thighs.

After a minute he began lapping on my skin, painting a trail of wetness on my thigh. I stroked his head with my hand, he nuzzled my hand affectionately. 

He removed my skirt and underwear in a swift move, making me naked from the waist down. I was still reading my book, his lips and tongue were worshipping my pussy.

He lapped at my slit, spreading my fold apart with his fingers. His tongue was so soft and warm, it was making me feel like I was in heaven. 

The pleasure he gave me was indescribable, I threw my book on the ground and let him do his job. 

He licked and sucked my slit with all his might, making me quiver in pleasure.  My baby's mouth was a godsend, my hips were moving up and down as he worked my pussy. 

His hands held my waist and kept me in place, his lips sucked harder my clit, his tongue rubbing it in circles.

I could feel my orgasm building up, it was gonna be a massive one. My body was convulsing all over, my muscles trembling. 

" Ah ah ah." I cried out as my climax washed me over, gushing wetness all over his mouth. He lapped me up like he was dying of thirst. 

He kept licking me even when I came, making the orgasm prolonged endlessly. Once he got satisfied with his work down there, he came up and kissed me. 

His tongue invaded my mouth, his lips moved passionately with mine.  His hands caressed my body, making me feel like he owned me completely.

" Your jumper." he muffled in my mouth. I raised my arms, helping him to remove it, leaving me only with my bra 

His hand closed around my breasts, making me moan. His lips sucked on my neck, licking my skin with his warm tongue.

" I am gonna make you cum so much tonight." he promised against my neck. His lips moved down to my bra, unhooking it and tossing it aside.

My breasts were free in front of his eyes, he stared at them for a while, his eyes lingering on my nipples. His hands closed around my breasts and squeezed them, making me gasp. 

His mouth sucked my nipple in, making me cry out in pleasure. His teeth closed around it making me tremble.

His other hand kneaded my other breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. 

" Oh god."  I moaned. His mouth released my nipple and licked the other one, sucking it slowly in his mouth.

His hands were everywhere, I couldn't keep track of them. One of them was in between my legs rubbing my clit, the other was pinching my nipple. 

My body was shaking all over, I couldn't hold on to his ministrations. I came on his hand, my moans filled the room. 

He brought his fingers glistered with my juice to my lips, making me lick them. I licked and sucked them like they were his cock.

My brat removed his trousers and underwear, he was hard and ready to go. He crawled on me, his cock rubbed on my wet slit. 

I opened my legs to welcome him in, he entered me slowly. His cock filled me up completely, bottoming out inside my pussy. 

He stayed like that for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. His lips kissed mine passionately, his tongue twirled with mine. 

He broke the kiss and leaned on his elbow looking at me, his eyes were filled with adoration for me. 

" You are so hot." he whispered, making me smile.

He started to move his hips, his thrusts were slow and deep, his cock massaged my wall, making me tremble. 

I held on to him tight, my nails digging into his back, he moaned louder in pleasure, nuzzling his head on the side of mine. 

He fucked me with all his might, his dick hitting my cervix at every thrust. His hand reached my clit and rubbed it, making me scream. 

His thrusts became more urgent, his movements desperate. His dick was bottoming out into me hard and fast. 

I wrapped my legs around him holding him tight to me, my pussy clenched and spasmed around him. 

His lips sucked my neck again, his tongue licked my sweat. Another orgasm hit me making me shudder all over. 

My moans were loud, he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams. 

My brat stopped pounding me, making me breathe. " I wanna your ass." he demanded softly.  

I nodded my head in agreement, he helped me up on all fours, his hands kneading my butt cheeks.

His fingers probed my asshole, gaping it properly.  He positioned his cock and pushed slowly in, his tip breaching my back door.

I moaned loudly at the invasion, his lips kissed my shoulder. His hand covered my mouth to muffle my cries. 

I nodded to indicate that I was ready for him to move, he did so slowly and gently. His thrusts were not deep, he was careful not to hurt me.

But I was greedy and I wanted more, I arched my back pushing him deeper inside me. " Yes, please." I screamed when his shaft bottomed out in my ass.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, fucking me hard and fast from behind. His dick was slamming into me, my back door was clenching and spasming all around him. 

I came again, my moans were muffled by his hand. His thrusts became more needy and urgent, his cock hitting my cervix every time he bottomed out in me.

His other hand reached my pussy and rubbed my clit in circles. His lips closed around my neck and sucked it hard, making a big hickey on it.

" Yes yes yes." I screamed when another orgasm hit me. My ass clenched around his dick, his moan was deep in his throat.

He pulled out of my ass abruptly, penetrating my cunt all in one go.  His dick stretched me open again, his thrusts became almost brutal. 

He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, his cock bottoming out into my cervix. His balls slapped my ass cheeks every time he slammed into me. 

I let myself fall on the bed, the pleasure had left me weak and exhausted. He fell on top of me, his weight pressing me down.

His thrusts were slower and deeper, his lips kissed mine with passion.  His tongue twirled around mine, making me lose my breath. 

" I love you." I muttered against his lips.

" And I love you more." he replied back, his voice muffled in my neck. 

His hand covered my breast and kneaded it, his thumb rubbing my nipple. I moaned louder at the sensation. 

His dick was so deep inside me, stretching me to the limit. His moans became more urgent, I knew that he was close to his climax. 

I clutched my pussy around his cock, making him moan even more. I did that repeatedly, milking him. 

" Ah fuck." he cursed, his face was twisted in pleasure. He bottomed out one last time in me and stilled. His seed flooded my pussy, filling me up completely.

He collapsed on me, his arms and legs wrapped around my body holding me tight. His breath was warm against my skin.

We lay like that for a while, enjoying our afterglow. Once his cock shrank back down he pulled out of me. 

He turned me in his arms to cuddle, his mouth kissed my lips softly. I smiled at him. He wrapped his arms tight around my body.

The next day at the kindergarten I rearranged my working time, I wanted to be free to go and get my son as soon as he was out of school.

My attire was rather simple, a white jumper and blue jeans, with some nerdy spectacles. Some of the dads, who were picking up their sons, threw some languid stares in my direction.

I ignored them, but I couldn't blame them I was conscious of my beauty. My baby walked out of the school surrounded by a multitude of girls clinging on him.

I got closer to them and cleared my voice, the swarms of girls vanished since the queen bee was arrived. I could have never imagined being susceptible to some girls fooling around my baby. 

My eyes went wide open for real, I had to hold on to my jealousy not to explode. 

I kneeled wrapping my arms around my baby, squishing his face in between my tits. 

A very pretty little girl came in front of me. " Why a granny is holding my best friend?" her words cut me deep. I looked at my baby, he was looking at the little girl in front of us.

" This is my mother." he explained. I kept him in my arms not letting go of him.

" Shouldn't you introduce yourself to an older person?" my tone was stern. 

" My name is Kazuha, granny." she replied shortly. 

My temperament faltered. " Watch your mouth." I exclaimed in a low tone not wanting to make a scene. 

My baby dragged me out of there till we were a few minutes away. " That wasn't nice." he scolded me.

" She called me granny. Twice." I pouted crossing my arms on my chest.  

" You are supposed to be the adult, and not argue with a teenager." he kept scolding me.  

" I am barely over thirty years old, I am not that much older than her." I defended myself.

"  You shouldn't have let her get under your skin, apologize to Kazuha tomorrow." he was taking her side.  

I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart, I didn't know where that brat had found the courage to talk to me in that way. 

 I kept quiet since we reached home, once we closed the door I pinned him to the wall, my lips closing around his mouth in a passionate kiss. 

" Don't ever dare to take someone's side against me." I whispered in his mouth, he nodded his head.

His hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. I bit his lips hard making him bleed. 

He pushed me away from him, holding a hand on his mouth to stop the bleeding. " Bitch" he murmured loud enough to make me hear it.  

" You are gonna regret your words." I blocked him in my arms and carried to the bedroom. 

Once there I tossed him on the bed.  I removed my jumper and jeans in a hurry and ripped his school uniform.  

His eyes were staring at me like I were insane. " Mum, what are you doing?"

" I am gonna teach you a lesson." I teased him, he gulped hard.

I kneeled on the bed and held his dick in one of my hand firmly, using the other to slap its head carefully not to hurt him severely. 

A few soft slaps in and my brat was whimpering and whining in pain. I kept slapping his cock for a while.

" What did you learn from this punishment?" I asked him, stroking his cock softly. He was still whining like a baby, his eyes brimmed with tears. 

" T-t-to n-never s-speak out against you." he muttered. I leaned onto him and kissed him. His lips tasted like blood, he had bit them during his punishment. 

" Good boy." I praised him, rubbing his cock slowly. " Let's play some more."

My baby nodded his head eagerly, his eyes looking at me in hunger. 

I straddle him, engulfing his fully erected shaft slowly, inches by inches. He moaned in pleasure, his hands grasping my thighs.

I moved my hips slowly up and down, teasing his cock. My pussy was dripping wet, lubricating his dick. 

His moans were louder and louder, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hands held on my waist making me move faster.

" Don't touch." I scolded him. He removed his hands immediately.

I fucked him slowly, his shaft moving in and out of my cunt.  His eyes were staring at my tits bouncing up and down with the movement.

I was in heaven, sitting on his cock and riding him at my leisure. " I'm deeply sorry to have offended you, but let me touch you." his voice was a plea. 

I considered it for a moment. " You can touch me but you don't move." I instructed him, and he nodded his head. 

His arms claimed me, pulling me down to lie on him. My lips savoured his, our tongues twirling and dancing with each other's. 

His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, he pinched my nipples making me moan. 

I broke the kiss, and my lips moved to his earlobe, biting it hard. He groaned louder in pleasure. 

His cock was so deep in me, I could feel him twitching and pulsing. I could feel his cum leaking out of his shaft. 

I kissed his neck and started to ride him in earnest. His arms wrapped tight around me holding me close to him. 

His moans filled the room, I was bouncing on him like I was on a rodeo.  I came on his dick, my pussy clenching and spasming around him.

" You can move now." I murmured against his ear and he did. We fucked all night in a symphony of wet sounds. 

A few weeks later I went out to have dinner with some of my local friends, leaving my baby alone at home. IMAGE

What at the beginning was supposed to be just a meal together turned into a bar crawl in Dotombori. I was wearing a pinkish top and matching shorts. 

After the first few shots I was feeling a little tipsy,  we were standing in front of a karaoke club. My friends dragged me inside, I tried to resist but I was no match for them.

We sang for hours and the alcohol kept flowing. We got kicked out of there at around one in the morning, and the soberest of my friends drove me home. 

As soon as we reached our building I jumped out of the car and thanked him, entering my flat. My baby was waiting for me on the sofa, he looked mad. 

" Where have you been?" his voice was deadly calm, and his blue eyes were burning in fury. 

I stumbled a bit on my heels, he stood up from the sofa and helped me to sit down.  I collapsed on his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.

" I went out with friends." I slurred, my head was spinning. 

" And where did you think you were gonna sleep tonight? Under a bridge?" his voice rose up in anger.

The problem with me being drunk was that I became an utter bitch. I rolled over him closing my hands on his neck, my eyes were shined kinkily. 

" Do you think someone with a body like mine would ever be left alone at night?" I taunted him. " You are so cute when you're mad." I giggled, squeezing his neck a bit harder.  

His eyes glared at me, his hands detached mine from his neck. " I don't doubt it. How many hearts did you strike tonight?" his voice was cold. 

I sat down on the sofa and crossed my legs, my short was so short that my butt cheek was showing. His eyes stared at it, I could see the desire written on his face. 

" I lost count of them." I muttered, leaning back on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on my tits, which were almost spilling out of my top.

" Did you let someone to touch them?" he asked, his tone was full of jealousy.

" Maybe." I teased him. " Or maybe I did more." I laughed, his eyes glared at me.

 I was fooling him around but he was not taking my shit. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and pushed my legs apart, he kneaded my milky 

 thighs. 

" Be honest." he retorted.  " Did someone touch you tonight?" he asked again.

" No." I muttered. His hands pushed my shorts aside and my panties down. 

His tongue lapped on my slit, making me moan in delight. His fingers rubbed my clit while his mouth ate me out.

" Ah yes, please." I panted loudly. My fingers were tangled in his hair pulling him harder to me. 

My body was trembling, his tongue made me feel like I was in heaven. His lips sucked on my clit making me squeal. 

" You taste so sweet." he muttered against my pussy.

" Make me come." I begged him, my voice was hoarse. He sucked harder on my clit, his finger rubbed my back door.

My orgasm hit me, my body convulsed all over. His mouth lapped up my juice, he kept rubbing my back door with his finger.

" Sit on this fucking sofa and let me ride the shit out of you." I grabbed the hem of his jumper and pulled him on top of me. 

We undressed each other quickly and I pushed him down on the sofa, making him sit down. I straddled his waist and guided his hard cock inside me. 

I fucked him hard and fast, his mouth sucked on my tit hungrily. His hands grasped my hips, making me move up and down on his shaft.

" Yes, fuck me like this." he murmured in my ear.

" Shut up and take it." I retorted back, moving up and down on him. His moans were music to my ears.

" More, please." he begged. " Take it all."

I bounced on him with all my force, my tits were moving up and down like jellies. My wavy hair was bouncing with every thrust, my nails dug into his shoulders. 

My ass was crashing on his thighs every time I bottom out on him. His hands caressed my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. 

His mouth licked my neck and collarbone. " You are gonna make me cum again." I cried urging him to move. 

His hips lifted up and met me with every thrust, his shaft rubbing my walls making them clench. 

" Oh god, I am coming." I screamed in pleasure.

His fingers reached for my clit rubbing it in circular motions, I squirted on him, my orgasm was so powerful that I saw stars. 

My pussy clenched his dick so hard, that I milked him without any effort.  " Fuck." he shouted in pleasure, painting in white my pussy with his seed. 

I collapsed on him, his arms held me tight to him, and our chests were pressed together. 

He nuzzled his head on the side of my neck, kissing me softly. " I love you."

" And I love you too." I replied, my voice was muffled against his chest. I kissed his chest softly, feeling his heartbeat. 

We lay there for a while resting on each other's bodies, his dick was still twitching inside me.

He was still hard after coming, my brat had so much stamina that I could fuck him all night long and he would have been able to keep up.

" Round two." he murmured. My pussy clenched around him at the sound of his voice. 

" Bed." I replied.   He nodded his head, helped me up on my feet and led me to the bedroom. He pushed me down on the mattress and kissed me softly. 

His lips moved on my neckline, sucking my skin and marking it. His hand kneaded my tits, pinching my nipple between his fingers. 

His other hand caressed my inner thigh, his finger rubbing my clit in circular motions. I moaned loudly at the feeling, his tongue licked my earlobe making me tremble.

He removed his hand from my pussy and made me lie on my side, he spooned me from behind. He rubbed the tip of his dick on my butt crack, teasing me. 

His mouth kissed my neck softly, his teeth biting me hard. His lips moved to my ear, whispering something in English that I couldn't understand.

I arched my back in response, his hand cupped my butt cheeks spreading them open. He positioned his dick at my hole and pressed slowly inside. 

His dick stretched me wide, filling my asshole completely. I felt so full, his cock was twitching and pulsating inside me. 

His thrusts were slow but deep, his lips kissed my shoulder softly. His arm covered me holding me tight to him.

I moaned louder, my walls were clenching around his shaft. He fucked me slowly and carefully, his moans were deep in his throat. 

His hand reached my pussy and rubbed my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. His dick bottom out in my ass every time he thrust in me. 

" Yes, please." I moaned loudly, his thrusts became more needy and urgent. His dick fucked me in earnest.

My body was trembling all over, his lips were kissing my neck making me feel like heaven. My orgasm hit me, I moaned louder arching my back. 

My baby adamantly pounded me, and I held to his forearms tightly. His hand rubbed my pussy furiously, making me squirt once more.

I felt my ass clenching around his dick, milking his shaft. " Cum for me." I muttered against his neck.

His lips sucked my skin, his teeth biting hard. He bottomed out one last time inside me and came. 

His seed flooded my back door, filling me. He collapsed on me holding me tight in his arms. 

" You are so beautiful." he panted.

" You spoiled me too much." I purred kissing his hand. 

" I cannot help, I love you too much." he sealed our love for good.

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

hiiii! Can I request all mercs w/ somebody who doesn’t talk due to self consciousness, but to an extreme? Like smbody who only says a few words a month and talks rly quiet.

if you need to choose specific mercs, either medic, sniper, or Engi <3

/p

(Some) TF2 Mercs and a semi silent S/O

Warning: Medic. Just Medic in general honestly.

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Engineer:

- To be honest, he has no idea how to cope with this at first and he’s rather thrilled to meet somebody like this. Engineer talks people’s ears off when they’re willing to listen and you’re no exception. Your silence makes his flood gates of pointless information open up and one could easily mistake him for Scout in this moment.

- Uhhh… Why aren’t you responding to his theory on black holes? Eh, who cares. He stops talking after a while and you watch him scribble calculations on a small sticky note mindlessly. He doesn’t seem too offended by it. He’s more than happy to sit in somebody’s presence quietly all night.

- Engineer starts to notice after a while that you just.. RARELY talk at all. Not that it bugs him much, but he starts to suspect some sort of trauma disorder.. Or something along those lines. His mind is going crazy with possibilities as to why but ultimately never asks out of worry he’ll erode something you left behind in the past.

- Prolonged and completely dead silent eye contact is rather easy for you with him. Even if this doesn’t naturally come easily. You can’t make out any eyes behind those dark goggles of his. Oddly comforting.

- You swore you caught a smug smile creep up on his face a bit when you finally do say something. As if he was thinking ‘AHA! I knew my charisma would pay off eventually.’ This gotcha moment for him makes his ego massively inflate. This is Engineer. What do you expect? He knows he’s smart, and always plays his cards right. Manipulative bastard.

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Sniper:

- Notices you’re starting to hang out with him more in a window he likes to camp at. He properly identified you as a fellow introvert from the start. Your mutism is noted, your presence is noted.. and rudely fucking ignored.

- Sniper doesn’t typically find anybody too interesting. Yes, even those who are quiet. He’s not a people person by any means, and only feels intrigue rarely. I guess you were that rare person evidently. He never even looks your way even ONCE as you sit there with him, but today was different. You saw his attention divert momentarily.

- “At least Y/N doesn’t fuckin’ talk my ears off like a bloody nonce trying to proclaim his innocence to a brick wall. You wanna know who drives me the LEAST insane in this bin? People like them. People who don’t talk their arses off and instead focus on a clean shot. Focus on the bloody job.”

- Next, you find an extra cup of coffee on the table in the nest that morning. It’s clearly not meant for him and you’re the only person who sits with him. He doesn’t even look at you as you pick it up.

- Begins to become slightly irritated when you break routine and don’t show up. Starts grumpily asking around for you and you notice this quite quickly. Dude has completely let his emotions clear to you and he’s oblivious to it. The reason you were absent that day is because you needed extra bed rest. (Existence is tiring.)

- You wake up to find him sitting at the edge of your bed reading a fucking newspaper. Yes, i’m not even joking. He’s so angry at you for not showing up that he decided to show up for you.

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Medic:

- Medic doesn’t.. Process empathy/compassion like most people do. I’ve alluded to this before. He is very, very bad with emotions. For some reason your silence bugs him in a certain way. It worries him slightly, and he REALLY doesn’t like it. Especially since he can’t exactly ask the cause of it. He wouldn’t get a clear response back. Or just get shrugged off and assured it was nothing.

- You sit at the opposite side of his desk and hang out with him every night. Your sleep schedule had been recently fucked. Medic doesn’t even try to tell you to go to bed or school you on a night’s rest like he would everyone else. Instead when he’s not writing, he taps his pencil on the desk and stares at you… menacingly. Is he judging you?! He narrows his eyes. He’s definitely judging you. He has to be. Right?

- Indirect and awkward staring contest for a fucking hour. You begin to grow nervous because it’s like he’s trying to fucking beam thoughts directly into your head telepathically. It looks like he’s trying to use the fucking force to choke you. What the hell is going on through his head? Was he thinking about gutting you like he’s expressed for pretty much everyone else?!

- Stops staring to get up and use his coffee machine. Comes back and continues staring. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??!?!

[minminyoonjii]

i am having many thoughts about trying anal with changbin and reader still wants their pussy full so bin calls channie to help fill up his baby 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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🕯Summary: Princesses always had the right to feel full. It's not wrong to beg your boyfriend for another set of dick.

🌹CW

Double Penetration|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Rough Sex|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Fingering|Dirty Talk|Threesome|Brief Fisting|First Time! Anal|Gaping|Commanding Tone|Teasing|Dom! Changbin|Dom! Chan|Degrading Praise Kink|Desperate Orgasm|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.5K

"Take a deep breath for me, princess. Yes, that's it," Changbin said, easing a finger past your rim. You whimpered, clawing the sheets below. "Shh, shh. It's okay, it's okay. You'll be able to take my cock soon, hm?" he reassured, slicking a finger with lube before stretching out your tight hole. You huffed out a breath, relaxing into the gentle touches working your hole open. Changbin cooed, "You're doing good, so so good for me," he praised, easing in another finger. 

You clenched around his fingers, groaning at the sheer girth of his fingers scissoring your rimmed hole. Changbin hissed, chuckling at the clench, "Dirty girl, is your pretty pussy feeling empty, princess?" he asked, smacking your plush ass. You moaned, wiggling your hips, "Please," you pleaded. Changbin chuckled, "I'll call him just for tonight. You know how well he'd pound your needy pussy," he teased, curling his fingers within your ribbed walls. 

"Fucking, fuck," you groaned, bundling the sheets within your grip. Changbin cooed, "Be quiet for me. We can't have him knowing instantly, princess," he said, clicking on the contact. You bit your bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans spilling past your lips. Changbin smirked at your efforts, "Good girl," he praised, adding another finger with his thrusts. "Mmhm," you whined, shutting your eyes tight as pleasure shot through your spine. 

The phone rang twice before someone picked up, "Oh, Bin-ah. Is everything alright?" Chan asked, leaning against his bed frame. Changbin chuckled, "We need your help hyungnim," he said, jutting his lips to a pout. Chan chuckled, "We? Who else is with you?" he asked, straightening himself. Changbin smirked, loving how you burrowed your face into the pillow to muffle your moans, "Go ahead, answer him," he instructed, picking up the pace of his thrusts. 

You whined, lifting your head as raw cries and whimpers echoed through the room, "Chan," you sobbed, arching your back. "Aww, baby," Chan cooed, getting up from his bed. Changbin grinned, "You sound so precious, princess," he said, rubbing your waist. You moved your hip, "Ah, ah, fuck," you panted, fucking back on Changbin's fingers. Chan knocked on Changbin's door, "Delivery is here," he said, hanging up the call before walking into the room.

Changbin rolled his eyes playfully, "Delivery, really?" he asked, easing his finger out of your puffy rim. Chan shrugged, "Sounded hotter in my head," he said, chuckling at Changbin's side glance. "What can I help you with?" Chan asked, moving to brush your hair out of your face. Changbin smirked, "It's the princess's first anal and she isn't used to her cunt being empty," he explained, stripping his bottom half bare. Chan nodded, "So you decided to call me to fill her up?" he asked, tugging off his shirt.

"Exactly. Ah, hyung, you're so smart," Changbin cooed, pinching Chan's cheek. "Do that again," Chan warned, smirking with his tongue pressed against his bottom lip. Changbin dodged, "I'm good," he said, lifting your pliant body. Chan smiled, "Binnie must have been a bully hasn't he?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You pouted, getting yourself comfortable on Chan's torso, "Big meanie," you grumbled, wrapping your arms under Chan's. 

Changbin gasped before chuckling, "If you want mean princess, I can show you mean," he said, rolling on the condom over his throbbing cock. "Bin-ah, be good for hyung and roll one on me," Chan said, spreading his legs to rest his cock between your ass. Changbin smirked, tearing the condom foil, "Hard already?" he teased, rolling the condom over Chan's dripping cockhead. He hissed, "Been hard since the call," he groaned, bucking his hips.

"Let me lift you, princess," Changbin said, lifting you to align your cunt with Chan's aching cock. Chan gripped the base of his cock, "Take as much as you can, baby," he reassured, rubbing your thighs. You took a deep breath, slowly easing Chan's cock past your folds to your hole, "Oh, oh, hah" you moaned, preening at the stretch. Chan groaned in tandem, "Good girl, fuck," he chuckled, grazing your thighs. "Why the fuck, fuck so fucking big," you babbled, sinking your hips to the hilt. 

Chan rubbed your back as you laid on him, "So proud of you, baby," he cooed, kissing your forehead. Changbin spread apart your ass, "Deep breaths, princess," he instructed as he pushed his cock in inch by inch. Tears weld up in your eyes but Chan instantly kissed them away, "Doing so good for us, so good," he grunted, nosing your cheek. Changbin groaned, losing his mind to the sheer tightness wrapped around his cock, "Fuck I can feel everything," he gruffed, rolling his hips.

You hiccuped, mind melted as the sheer pleasure burned through your body. The duo held their positions buried in your holes till the base, their cocks stretching out your holes to the max. "Move," you whispered just loud enough for Changbin to set a rhythm. "Take it, princess. Take my cock," Changbin growled, his hips striking your ass. Wails escaped your lips, and your eyes rolled back. Chan groaned, looking away from your blissful face before he came from just that.

"Bin, bin," you sobbed, dragging your nails down Chan's chest. "Your Bin's right here, princess. Clench for us," Changbin groaned, digging his fingers into your hips. You whimpered, clenching as hard as you could around their cocks, "Hah, Fuck!" you cried, drooling at the pressure of Chan's cockhead pressed against your cervix. Chan tossed his head back, baring his neck, trying his hardest not to roll his hips. Changbin felt his knees buckle at you clench, "Shit princess, that grip could kill a man," he moaned, staring down at your quivering body. 

He raised his palm, laying a heavy smack on your ass before continuing his relentless thrusts, "Oh, oh, yes, yes" Changbin gasped, working his thigh muscles to bring you the most torturous pleasure. You broke down into mindless babbles and cries, leaving only Chan's touches to keep you sober. "You're so fucking pretty, baby," he groaned, lifting your chin to sync your lips together. Chan hummed, easily slipping his tongue with yours. 

You sniffled, weakly mimicking Chan's kisses. Chan smirked, licking the roof of your mouth to see your reaction. A shiver ran down your body causing you to clench. Chan grunted, tensing his jaw at the sudden grip and Changbin wasn't faring any better, "Good baby, so good," Chan said, syncing your lips once more to feel you clench again when he licked the roof of your mouth. Changbin whined, "Take my fucking cum, princess. Fuck!" he keened, burying his cock into the base, pressing firming against your puffy rim. 

"Yes, yes, yes, Bin," you mewled, eyes barely able to open. Chan shuddered a breath, clenching his jaw to hold off his appending orgasm. Changbin groaned, hissing as he carefully pulled out his cum drenched cock. He gulped at the sight of your drippy abused rim, gaping. "I'm going to lose my mind," he whispered, easily breaching your loose hole with his fist. Your whines instantly made Changbin remove his hand, "Maybe next time, princess," he said, cleaning off his mess. 

Chan hugged around your waist, "Let's make your pretty cunt gush, baby," he growled, already so close to cumming. You nodded mindlessly, head clouded with nothing by fuzz. Changbin turned on your vibrator and positioned it against your clit, "Squirt for us, princess. Make a mess," he commanded, hearing your scream. Chan groaned, bucking his hips up mercilessly, "Fucking, fuck," he gruffed, pounding his cock up your sloppy cunt. 

Changbin reached beneath and pushed the hood of your clit up as he aimed the vibrator. You wailed, thrashing in Chan's arms, "Ah, hah!" you cried, tears and drool coating Chan's pecs. Chan growled against your ear, nipping on it as he snapped his hips erratically, hitting beneath your cervix with precision, "Give it to me, cum for us, baby," he gruffed, holding you down even if you squirm. Your jaw slacked, body quivering hard around his cock, "Ah," you gasped, arching your back. The pressure built so strong, Chan's cock slipped out of your gushing cunt.

"That's it, baby girl," he groaned, slapping his cock against your slit before slipping it back in just to cum within your tight walls. Changbin wiped your body down, "Messy little princess," he chuckled, cleaning you and Chan up. Chan moved your body next to his, and he gently eased his cock out from your sensitive cunt, "Sorry if I was too rough, baby," he rasped, kissing your nose. Changbin lubed up a plug, "Binnie's got you, princess," he whispered, pressing the plug in carefully. 

Chan raised an eyebrow at the sight. "She wanted the stretch to last for a bit," Changbin said, rubbing the curve of your ass. Chan chuckled in disbelief, "I swear the both of you may just have signed my death wish," he said, laying back into the bed. Changbin rolled his eyes, "Says the one this close to knocking up my girlfriend," he teased, pressing two of his fingers together. "I couldn't help it, your little princess takes cock like a goddess," he yawned, pulling Changbin next to him.

"Hmph, but she's mine Channie hyung, get your own girlfriend," Changbin sulked, pulling you close to him. Chan laughed, "We'll see," he replied, patting Changbin's ass.

[midnightarcheress]

woke up wanting to write something with my pretty boy kyle and this was born.

cw: nsfw. f!reader. gaz obsessing over the pretty college girl by his side. implied future stalking ig? unedited. part one | part two

someone catches Kyle’s attention on the plane.

his legs are on the verge of cramping and his breath is ragged, running to board his connection flight at the last call. after falling off a helicopter twice in the last operations, he developed an uneasiness of flying, no matter the aircraft, preferring taking the train over being miles up in the air, even if it triples the travel. but this time, he just wanted to get home the fastest way possible for a much-needed night of sleep in his own bed, instead of the barely cushioned military-issued mattress.

he hopped on the plane and made his way through the corridor, gaze fixed on the numbers under the luggage rack, attentively looking for his spot. he stopped by row thirteen, eyes darting between the number and the woman on the window seat. i could’ve sworn i marked that one when i booked? Kyle checks the boarding ticket again – row 13, seat A. it’s the right seat, why is there someone on it? 

an annoyed sigh escapes his lips, gathering the energy to speak up and reclaim his rightfully bought seat. the problem is, he gets ultimately struck when the seat-thief notices him standing and turns to face him. wide eyes meet his brown ones, immediately softening at the sight of your tempting glossy lips and delicate fingers pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. pretty little thing.

“i’m sorry, is this your seat? it was empty on the first flight,” you say, an apologetic tone in your voice as you frantically close the book on your lap and shove it in a bag, “i’ll move back for you–”

“it’s alright, keep it.” he interrupts, throwing his carry-on in the rack and taking the empty middle spot beside you. he smirks at your appreciative nod and watches you settling again on the backrest, buckling the seatbelt at the shining signal hovering your heads and paying extra attention to the flight attendant announcements, even when no one around seems to care. sweet girl, so considerate to everyone.

the plane starts speeding on the runway, and from his peripheral he views your squeezed eyes and nearly white fingers gripping the armrest, breathing quickening during the gravity push of the take off. it takes a moment for you to release your tight grasp and exhale, making his hand twitch with an urge to soothe you, tell you that you’re safe.

he shakes the sensation and leans his head back, focusing on the one thing he can do to pass the time – sleep. but he can’t keep his gaze out of you, glancing to his left whenever you make a movement, no matter how small. the rapid keyboard tapping guides his irises to your laptop screen, catching a few words in a sea of what for him sounds like an alien language. DNA strand? allele? locus mutation?

he sneaks a look through your figure and his eyes land on the familiar blue logo on your hoodie, the same one he always sees on the walk from the market to his flat. uni a couple blocks from me. do you live on campus? or nearby? that neighborhood is awful at night, full of old blokes searching the pubs for a quick fuck with a naive college girl. but you seem smart, not the type to fall for their tricks, right?

the harder he tries to avoid your presence, the more you make yourself known, almost making him feel like it’s on purpose. the way your plump lips wrap on the water bottle, slight drop scaping on the corner and trailing down your neck, your flowery perfume filling his nostrils when you shift on your seat to remove the top layer of your clothing, exposing the low-cut blouse underneath and the soft roundness of your tits. is that for me, sweet girl? need a break from studying so hard? the sudden tightness of his trousers brings him back to his senses, stirring the thought out of his brain. 

keep it cool, Garrick, he repeats over and over in his mind, ignoring the tent forming on his lap and praying to whatever god is out there that you won’t see it, even while standing up and brushing your legs on his knees to get to the corridor due the cramped space. however, he doesn’t miss how the guy by his side shamelessly ogles your cleavage when you step past him, making his blood boil and his fists clench – like he wasn’t doing the same exact thing minutes before.

while you're away, he glances at your screen again, noticing the constant message notifications from the contact ‘Marcus - DO NOT ANSWER’. already looking bad for you, mate. curiosity takes hold of him and he starts reading the texts, silently chuckling at the guy’s pathetic attempts to get your attention. what did he do to earn a cold shoulder, sweetheart? did he hurt you? didn’t he pay enough attention to you? i bet he couldn’t even fuck you the way you deserve. 

he keeps skimming the messages until the grin tugging on the corners of his mouth fades into a frown when he reads ‘you’re gonna regret leaving me’. now, who’s this prick? think you’ll get away with threatening my girl?

his body stiffens when you come back, eyes darting back to the small telly in front of him when your hand brushes on his thigh while sitting once again. he hears your irritated huff when you skim through the messages, shutting the laptop with near violence. i can take care of him for you, love. you won’t have to deal with that by yourself anymore. 

the pilot’s muffled voice coming through the speakers and announcing the landing shortens his daydreams about getting rid of Marcus. it would be a great way to keep himself busy while on leave, making sure to do it fast and secretly, of course, just to protect his sweet little thing. poor guy wouldn’t even know what hit him.

the pressure change on his ear is the telltale sign of the aircraft lowering its altitude, landing gear out to hit the lane and brake the machine. he turns to the side, watching again your knitted eyebrows and how your nails dig into the seat. this time he doesn’t contain himself and his hand gently lingers over yours, the softness of it sending lightning strikes over his body and almost making him cum instantly. 

your glinting eyes find his face with a grateful gaze, lips mouthing a sugary thank you when the plane finally stops. he helps you take your handbag out of the rack with ease, using the situation to flaunt his muscles. i can even pick you up, darling. would love to feel your pretty thighs around my waist. you wouldn’t have to walk a day in your life. 

his eyes follow the sway of your hips through the airport, heart almost bursting when you wave goodbye and flash him a timid smile. you think that’s the last time you’ll see him, he thinks this is just the beginning. a name and university? he’s used to finding people with even less information. see you soon, sweet girl.

[mylovesstuffs]

Joshua is THAT type of boyfriend !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

A/N: Sorry, I got carried away and made it too long TT.

Joshua isn't just a sweet talker, he’s a menace with his words. Imagine him leaning in with that soft smirk and his warm eyes as he whispers, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” and you’re not even dressed up—just in sweats. You’d roll your eyes, but your heart? Oh, it’s flipping. And don’t even try to sass back.

Always using terms of endearment like, darling, love, babe.

He's the boyfriend who somehow always wins every argument you guys ever had.

This man would curate the most soul-melting playlists just for you. Love songs, sexy R&B tracks, even songs that remind him of you.

Don’t let the gentleman image fool you. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he gently tugs at your shirt collar, brushing his fingers against your skin as he adjusts it. And the way he smirks when he catches you staring? He’ll lean in and say, “Like what you see?” in that voice, making you combust on the spot.

You’re craving snacks at 11 p.m.? Joshua’s already putting on his jacket. He’ll hold your hand as you wander through the store, teasing you about your odd snack combinations but still buying them all anyway.

He’s the ultimate cuddler. Joshua will rest his chin on your head, his arms securely around your waist, and murmur little nothings that make your heart feel all warm and squishy.

The Protective Gentleman™: Someone dares to make you uncomfortable in public or even in private? Joshua’s usually gentle demeanor shifts in an instant. He’ll place a hand on your waist and give the offender a look so cold they’ll apologize themselves without a word.

Look, Joshua is a giver and overachiever in the bedroom. He’s the type to ask, “Do you like this?” in that deep, husky voice while holding eye contact. And when you can’t even form words? That’s his cue to smirk and go harder, exactly the way he knows you like. He’s all about making sure you’re the one who’s utterly wrecked by the end of fucking.

Joshua is the boyfriend who insists on holding you close whenever you’re cold.

“You’re so smart.” “How do you look this good all the time?” “I’m so lucky you’re mine.” He’s not over the top, but his compliments are so genuine that they leave you smiling for hours. Even if you’re having a bad day, Joshua’s words have this magical way of lifting you up without fail.

He remembers everything. Your coffee order, your favorite way to fold socks, the random anecdote you told him months ago—Joshua stores it all like it’s precious treasure.

Joshua will absentmindedly play with your hair all the time. Whether you’re watching a movie or lying in bed, his fingers are threading through your strands, gently tugging just to make you look at him.

Joshua looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He’s the boyfriend who says, “I want to grow old with you,” and you know he means it.

He might be soft-spoken, but the second you start pushing his buttons? You’re done for. His voice drops an octave, and he’s gripping your wrist with just enough pressure to make you stop in your tracks. “Keep testing me,” he’d say, with that calm, terrifying tone that sends shivers down your spine. And when you do, let’s just say you won’t win the next round...

Picture this: Joshua in an apron, trying his best to follow a recipe while sneaking bites of whatever you’re making. Flour ends up on both your faces, and he’s laughing so hard that you forget you burned the cookies. “Let’s just order pizza,” he’d say, pulling you into a hug that makes everything better. (Queue this)

If you’re ever upset, Joshua knows just what to do. He’ll hold you close, his voice will be soft as he reassures you. He doesn’t rush you to feel better; he just stays by your side, offering quiet support and the kind of love that makes you feel safe no matter what.

Joshua isn’t afraid to be goofy with you. He’ll make silly faces, sing off-key just to make you laugh.

Well, he's got the whole church-boy aura, but let’s not be naive here. That glint in his eyes when he’s pinning you against the wall during a heated makeout session is pure sin. He’ll whisper something like, “What would people think if they saw you like this?” just to watch you squirm. And don’t even think about trying to outplay him—he thrives on seeing you flustered.

At concerts, he’ll sneak little glances at you in the crowd and smile like you’re the only person in the world. HE IS UNREAL.

Joshua is the type to trail his fingers over every inch of your skin, memorizing the way you react to his touch. He’ll tilt your chin up gently, his thumb brushing your lower lip before kissing you like it’s his last day on Earth. It’s slow, intense, and leaves you aching for more.

He’s not flashy, but he’ll keep his hand on your lower back or entwine his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly whenever he feels like it.

He doesn’t even need to try to make your knees weak. He’ll be casually helping you grab something from the top shelf in a grocery store and lean down to say something, with a grin that’s way too innocent. Sir, is this a grocery trip or a personal attack?

Late at night, he’ll play the guitar and softly sing while you’re lying on his lap, and boom—you’re gone to heaven.

After he’s made you lose your mind with those sinful kisses, Joshua transforms back into the fluffiest boyfriend. He’s wiping the smudges off your lips with his thumb, kissing your forehead. The duality is WHIPLASH, but are you complaining? No.

When he looks at you, it’s not just attraction; it’s pure adoration. And when he holds you close, you’ll realize that being with him feels like coming home every single time.

Joshua’s the kind of boyfriend who makes you believe in love songs again. His actions, his words, his everything—all of it screams, “You’re my world.”

Yeah, Joshua is THAT type of boyfriend, and honestly, you’re done for. Congratulations on never recovering.

[melrodrigo]

friends? p.2

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A rivalry between you and Cairo has been going on for several months…what does it take for her to finally break?

Warnings: there r literally none they bicker like an old couple and cairos mean

Word Count: 2k+

A/n: helloooo i’m not sure abt this chapter but lmk what u thought, i cranked this out in its entirety last night, enjoy!

part 1

Friendship was not Cairo Sweet's strong suit. Ask her about Dickinson or Austen or Shakespeare—these were all things she could answer. But the ultimate question of friendship was not something hot on Cairo's mind.

She didn't need it, that was her take. And why would she waste time on something she didn't need?

Friends, much less a partner, was something she never saw for herself. The thought of being a housewife, living in a picture-perfect picket fence house, appalled her. The only things that mattered were her, her writing, and Yale.

So when a certain girl had entered her life, she hated it.

You.

You with your stupid face, and pretty hair, she hated you. A burning passion so intense it heated up her heart and made it race. So intense that she wanted to punch you in the face whenever you passed, only to bandage it up with feather light touches so she could punch you again harder.

At first it was nothing; she didn't have a thing to worry about. A blushing face while you stammered and fumbled around trying to give Mr. Miller an answer, she disregarded you as someone she could respect immediately.

But obviously she had caught you on a bad day, because after those first few weeks, you managed to present yourself in a less idiotic way.

You were, surprisingly smart.

Almost too smart, she pondered. It was getting in the way of her own studies. How could it be, that someone was on bar (never better) than her?

Often she found herself seething at you, arguing at every chance she had with your answers; but, you had given her the same treatment as well.

It wasn't strange for your classes to end in heated debate, both sides failing to yield. It bothered her greatly. She went back home and read more than she'd ever read before, studied just a few minutes longer because she could feel you taunting her.

"Sweet." You nodded, as she pushed open the doors to Millers class. You'd made it a habit to arrive early, leaving only you and her for a good thirty minutes before everyone else arrived.

It was infuriating. To have you so close, open, ready to harm, yet she could do nothing. She'd been having a particularly grueling week. Her parents had just come back from Brazil; and, always seemed to be ready to go at her throat. Gone were her lonely but comforting nights on her bed, candle-lit. Now it was just fights and condescending jabs.

"What did you get on the paper?" Your voice piped up, breaking her from her train of thought. You were referring to the paper Mr.Miller had given back last week, one that counted for forty percent of the grade.

She felt a swell of pride. Scores were something she could argue about. This would take off the stress she'd been building.

"99." She smirked, cocking her head to the side.

You whistled approval, nodding adamantly. Even though there was nothing to suggest so, she could swear she felt condescension in your tone.

She was good at picking out stuff like that. The roll of someone's tongue, the way they smack their lips—it all meant something to her.

She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes. "What did you get?" She asked, brows furrowed.

You didn't say anything, simply holding up a finger and mouthing 'one hundo' and watched as disbelief took over her features.

"You're fucking lying." She seethed. Her good mood had suddenly disappeared just as fast as it had appeared.

You spun around in your seat, stupid smile on your face. God, she wanted to jump at you and claw it off.

"Hey, hey, it's okay to be mad. You can't be the best at everything." You told her, hands behind your head.She gripped the desk harder, knuckles turning a faint white.

She stood up, walking over to your desk."You little shi-"

"Good morning, the both of you!" Mr.Miller interrupted, cheery smile. His enthusiasm radiated off his body like rays radiated from the sun. He stopped short when he saw Cairo stalking close to you, a clear pout on her face.

"What are you doing?" He asked, question directed towards her, voice sickly sweet. He had grown fond of Cairo since the beginning of the term; she was his favorite student.

"I'd like her to be removed from the class. Can't you do that Mr.Miller?" She avoided his question, tilting her face at an angle where her chocolate colored eyes shone bright.

His white brows furrowed, not quite comprehending. "You mean," He started, "right now...?"

Bless him, he had no clue how manipulative Cairo was.

She doesn't let up, doesn't let her disappointment show. You notice it in the slight clench of her jaw--she's annoyed.

"I meant for the rest of the term, I can't stand being in the same class as her." She emphasized her words with a glare in your direction. You send her a sweet smile back.

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere." You winked, smile turning into a real one when you see her get visibly agitated.

"Please, girls. Let's be civil here all right?" Mr.Miller pipes up, trying to stand in between Cairo and you. It does nothing to lessen the tension in the air.

He turns slightly to Cairo, voice firm. "And no...I won't kick Y/N out."

The childish part of you desperately wants to fist pump the air; but, the more serious side of you decides maybe you shouldn't do that in the company of your arch nemesis.

Class turns weird fast. Cairo—normally quick and adamant—stays quiet, seemingly distracted by the simplest of things: a bird singing softly from a window, the great big forests where her house stood, the sound of your feet continuing to scrape against the carpet.

It irks you a little. It has you not listening in class, wanting to focus on the girl in front of you.

You almost don't hear it when Miller announces that you'll be working in pairs for the midterm project, preoccupied with her bobbling head, moving as if she were listening to some imaginary music.

"You will not be able to pick your own partner, that's already been done for...by me." He adds, after hearing the onslaught of voices from the students. It's clear he's not changing his mind.

"Alright. When I call your names, go sit with your pair and discuss how you'll do the assignment. Olivia, Taylor." He calls out the first pair, going down (what seems like) an endless list of names, never quite getting to yours.

You watch as countless people move around, silently looking out for who hasn't been called yet. You needed to get a good grade on this, and a lazy partner was going to be a nightmare.

You strain your ears to hear Mr.Miller over the commotion of students moving, but when you turn to squint at him you're surprised to see he's already looking at you.

A sinking feeling eats your entire being whole as you watch his mouth move. He points his finger at you, then someone in front of you.

Cairo Sweet.

Fuck.

Even though you loved to tease her, you did not need to have Cairo Sweet as your partner. She was likely to ruin you before you even got to starting the thing.

You don't make the first move to get up, instead you sit dumbly in your chair, bracing yourself.

Your peace is disrupted by a huff from above you. There she is.

"Move over. I need a seat." She says, something in her voice making you oblige. She pulls over an extra chair and sits by the other end of the table.

"You can come closer ya know." You say, unsure of how friendly to be. You'd only ever really spoke with her from a distance, a comfortable distance. Now that she's up in your personal space you feel ike you're going to suffocate.

She ignores you, pursing her lips as she listens to Miller explain the project.

You inch your chair closer, prepared to make a sly jab at the way she's being a teachers pet, but her stare—which has now been redirected on you—stops you in your tracks. She looks scary.

Lips downturned, nostrils flaring, you're a bit taken aback.

"Okay jeez. You don't have to be such an ass about it." You mumble, distancing yourself a great deal further than you already were. The mood, if it weren't enough already, turns more sour.

She ignores your suggestions and remarks on how to do the project, scribbling something down on to her notepad every now and then.

"Earth to you, Sweet. Are you listening to me?" You press, starting to feel those tendrils of annoyance grabbing you. It was one thing to be an ass, but to put her own feelings above doing good work was low, even for her.

Especially for her, you think.

"Do you ever shut up?" She growls, biting her cheeks so hard you could see the indent it was making on the outside.

"Okayyy...someone's obviously going through something, but can we just-" You gesture to the sheet of paper on the table, you haven't even been allowed to look at what she's written yet.

"I am NOT going through something." She says again, voice cracking. The sound brings forth a peculiar reaction in you, your mouth hanging open. Her eyes look...watery.

Before you can utter a word she's getting up and storming out the classroom, making heads turn left and right at the loud noise.

"Um...I'll be right back too." You say, sending Mr.Miller a cheeky smile and a wink, hoping that'll lessen his curiousity enough to not come out after the two of you.

You push open the doors, call Cairos' name a couple times.

You eventually find her outside, back pressed against the brick wall. She's lighting up a cigarette.

Her body language looks more calm now, but you're not sure what to do. You shuffle on your feet, twiddling your thumbs.

"Sorry I did that." She speaks, not turning to look at you. It startles you a bit, you hadn't realized she saw you.

"Cairo Sweet saying sorry? I must be dreaming." You try, although you're not smiling and she doesn't laugh. Humor seems to be sucked away in this little bubble belonging to only the two of you.

You move a little closer, then even closer when Cairo doesn't object. Even though you did hate her to the bone, you wanted to make sure she was okay.

"Are you...alright?" You ask softly, watching her face for an answer. She seems to be deep in thought.

She takes a swing from her cigarette and blows. "I don't like you." Is what she says.

The ice breaks. You no longer feel like you're supposed to pity her. This was Cairo Sweet, her heart was made of coal.

"Yeah I think we established that. Anything else?" You sigh, leaning back so you're also pressed up against the wall.

She turns to you, and for the first time, she doesn't seem very mad.

"I don't like you." She says again, moving closer. It's in your natural instinct to step back, why was she being so weird? Was she going to hurt you?

She grips your shoulder lightly, enough for you to get the message to stay still.

"I don't  like you." Cairo mutters for the third time, eyes piercing into yours. She seems to be speaking a little lower, a little raspier than normal. Cogs seem to be turning in her head, debating and debating and debating.

Debating on what you can't be certain.

"I get it, you don't like me. So what?" You mummur, voice lower than normal. The proximity is making your mind feel a little clouded.

You try not to let your gaze drift down to her lips, but when there's nothing around to distract yourself with, they do.

Her freckles, the ones that litter her face. You get the disgusting urge to touch them.

"So...don't get the wrong idea." She says before taking your lips in a kiss.

It takes you a second to comprehend what's really happening. You stand frigid, mouth parting to gasp. You're gasp is swallowed by her own lips, soft and supple.

Once Cairo feels that you aren't responding, she pulls away, frightened look on her face. Pink lips downturned, her cheeks a rosy red. You don't have time to process what the right move is. For now, you don't need Cairo thinking you didn't like whatever that was.

You reach for her neck, pull her in for a second kiss. It's somehow better than the first. She responds quick, hands wandering to cup your face, then down to circle your waist, then up to tangle in your hair—like she's changing her own mind too quick.

You let her take the lead, pressing you into the wall with a strength you didn't know she possessed.

You're too lost in it all, the smell of her shampoo, the feeling of her teeth scraping your lips, biting down only the slightest, her fingers burning traces wherever they go.

"Sweet." You breathe, coming out more like a soft moan than you would've liked.

She breaks apart from you, a wild mess. You think she's never looked prettier, hair everywhere, lips torn from your heated kisses.

Her eyes are soft until they flash and something else takes over. It's as if your voice had brought her back to life.

"I don't like you." She snarls, and promptly turns on her heels, just a slight increase in speed than her normal strut.

You're left breathless, staring out into the green plains. Mind and heart racing, you're not sure which organ you should listen to.

The implication of what you did hits you like a freight train. You groan and press your hands to your head, willing and willing and willing for a solution to come out of it.

Not to anyones surprise, nothing comes. A magic fairy doesn't tell you what to do, and you're still standing behind school panting.

"Oh god."

[rorasjournal]

Comfort in shadows | Azriel

lil short azriel fluff to start off my journey on tumblr hehe

pairing: azriel x reader

synopsis: y/n is stressed out about her responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can soothe her anxiety

word count: 819

warnings: none really, maybe some light man handling

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The balls of my knuckles turn white as my grip on the terrace rails tighten while I stare out at the night swept view of velaris laid out in the distance, anxiety plaguing my mind. I've been trying to distract myself from all the thoughts gushing around for the past hour, but nothing has been working.

There's just too much going on right now, too much that I feel the need to deal with all on my own, and I'm fucking tired.

Whispering shadows cling to my skin, dancing along my body before strong arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against a familiar chest.

"It's cold out here," Azriel mutters, tucking his face into the crook of my neck and pressing a soft kiss there. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against his shoulder.

"I know."

"So why are you out here?"

When I don't reply, Azriel spins me around, sandwiching me between the rail and his body and forcing our gazes to meet. "What is it?"

I don't want to talk about any of it, especially not to Azriel. He's always so calm and collected, dealing with his responsibilities with so much grace and without complaint. I don't know how to be like that. "Nothing."

He lowers his face to mine, our noses brushing together and pulling the air from my lungs as he whispers, "I thought we were done with the lies."

"I'm not lying," I insist, ultimately webbing myself up in more deception regardless of the fact that Azriel clearly sees straight through me. He doesn't even need to use his shadows to figure me out.

A breath passes through his nose before he scoops me up, dangling me over his shoulder and walking inside while I yell out in detest.

"Put me down, asshole!"

"Gladly," he says, flipping me so my back hits the mattress of our bed. He's on top of me in a flash, his mouth attached to my neck as he sucks on my sensitive skin. My breathe hitches in my throat, a hand instinctively reaching to his head and threading my fingers through his dark hair. "What's going on?" he asks again, mumbling the words against my neck as he continues his work.

So that's what he's doing. Azriel is turning my mind to mush so he can get an admission out of me. Slick bastard.

Smart bastard though.

"I just—" I'm not sure if I'm struggling to get the words out because I don't want to say it out loud, or because his tongue is running up the base of my neck. "I'm stressed out, I don't know. Rhys wants me dealing with the Autumn Court and Beron is just such an asshole, I don't know how to handle all of this at once."

Pulling away, Azriel looks at me with furrowed brows. "Why was that so difficult for you to tell me?"

I turn my cheek against the mattress to avert my gaze, but Azriel grips my jaw, forcing me back.

What is with him and male-handling me today?

"Can you not see how it would be embarrassing admitting that I'm overwhelmed to the spymaster, the shadow singer who always keeps his head level, who always knows what's going on and how to deal with it?"

With a sigh, Azriel sits up, grabbing one of my hands to urge me up as well.

"I think you of all people should know that I've lost my cool a few number of times.”

“Yeah, a few," I reply with a roll of my eyes. "That's a few hundred less than me."

The corner of his mouth ticks up. "Y/n."

"Azriel."

That just makes his smile grow. "You know it's okay to ask for help, right?" he whispers, tenderly tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear as I lean away. "Especially from me."

"But that's my point, I shouldn't need to ask for help. I should be able to deal with this on my own like everyone else does."

"There's not one person in this court that hasn't needed assistance from the others at one point or another, and I'm pretty damn sure you should know that considering it's usually you that's doing the assisting." He chuckles. "You don't even realise you're doing it, do you."

I sigh, leaning over and resting my forehead on his chest as he drapes an arm across my shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"You're the strongest person I know, that's not going to change just because Beron is pulling your strings."

"I wish you didn't always sound so wise, it makes it hard for me to not listen to your advice."

His chest rumbles as he laughs quietly. He completely scoops me up into his arms, dragging me onto his lap as he whispers, "I will always be that reassuring voice in your ear."