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rallentando1011 · 10 months ago

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hi! Saw the inbox was open, and wondering if I could slide in with a rise donnie boy x readerone-shot..

So essentially- donnie is STEM smart right? What if- what if reader was the opposite, like lit/history smart? Like, reads a lot, and almost never puts there book down, even when people talk to them (puts it down for donnie and gives him their full attention tho-) knows a lot about almost any point in history and adores archeology. (The only thing they understand when donnie goes science mode is biology.)

And so what if- what if reader, who's oblivious to almost everything and is a huge hopeless romantic bc of ✨️books✨️, decides to try and come up with ideas to ask donnie out in a more STEM way? But like, before they can donnie sees the list and is just like "smh ur math is atrocious/aff" and then fluffy stuff yaknow??

Lol sorry, went on a tangent. Anywhizzle, love ur writing! Don't forget to take a break, stretch and get some food and water if you need to!Have a good morning/evening/night!!! :))

U + Me = Date?

(this took a minute, but it’s such a fun and sweet request that I had a wonderful time with! Tysm, and please make sure that you’re taking care of yourself as well! Enjoy! Request guidelines are located here btw) Word Count: 2371

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Everything on earth has a niche, a designated function it gets to act out, a role it gets to fill. The Cape May Warbler, Bay-Breasted Warbler, and Yellow-Rumped Warbler have the top middle and bottom of a spruce tree to eat in, respectively. Humanity has its niche of expansion, whether it be out through the globe or up in towering metropolises.

If you had to specify your niche, it would just about have to be reading. Now, of course your life is filled with numerous aspirations, but your multifarious interests can all be classified under your affinity for books.

Any form of literature, thrillers, epics, romance novels, they all did it for you, enveloped the entirety of your attention in an immersive world.

That was without a doubt: they entertained you.

At least, they made you feel inspired to do things, take action in your personal life, possibly commit to confessing certain feelings to a certain softshell turtle. Actually committing to the bit, though, was a completely different story.

In the extensive library you had under your belt, there were many a meet cute and innovative confession. However, just because it worked out in literature, it didn’t mean that you could actually do it. What if it ended up weird or cringe or downright friendship shattering?

The status quo was comfortable, subsisting off of shared time in your turtle-in-question’s lab, the two of you simultaneously performing your own tasks. You would sit and enrich yourself with a book, Donnie would tinker until he had something that piqued his interest, which happened rather frequently, and your attention would suddenly be on him. It was simple. It worked. Taking action could complicate things.

So, your inspiration remained squandered by doubt, an inkling of hope staying concealed internally.

At least, inspiration wouldn’t make anything occur unprompted, and, luckily, that nudge came swiftly.

Earlier, as you were straight chilling in a cozy bean bag chair in the lair’s living room, you saw Donnie enter the room out of your peripheral vision. However, he only seemed like a purple blur because your attention was on the thick, dense book sitting on your lap. The cover was of a similar slickness and feel to that of a textbook, the size was as well, but this read was solely for entertainment. The content could practically be summed up as history of the entire world, i guess but fleshed out with more anecdotes and primary sources.

You had been soaking in a finely written excerpt entailing early hominid tool use, accompanied by an image of a related artifact, when you felt a presence leaning over your shoulder. You opted to continue your train of thought through the lines until you heard a familiar timbre clear its throat behind you. With a sigh, you placed a finger on your spot and faced one Donatello.

“Something the matter?” You blinked slowly.

“Oh, nothing,” he shrugged, expression seeming intentionally cool, “just checking out the book choice for today.”

You lifted the book from your lap to display the contents to him.

His eyes skimmed over the page before he grinned slightly. “Ah, prehistoric archaeology? I could dig it.”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep your thought from spilling out of your mouth before ultimately giving in to your amusing whims. “Leo ahh humor.”

Donnie gaped. “Gasp, you wound me. I rescind my statement and shall not be partaking in any archaeological reading-slash-discussion with you.”

“I’m just messing around, ‘Tello. I can dabble in some crude wordplay.”

“Crude?”

“Crude. Heck, I’d bargain to say that was more archaic than the sector of human history I’m in right now, and they don’t even have wheels.”

He raised a curious brow, visibly less offended. You could work with that.

“Rather intriguing. Care to join me?” You patted the ample space on the bean bag next to you.

Curiously, he stared at you, then the space you were offering, and back, before slipping beside you.

“Care to enlighten me on this subject?” he parried, and with a grin, you were off, describing the main theme of the page, the early development of primates and humans, as well as outside archaeological examples that you knew of, the whole nine yards.

As you rambled on, you locked eyes with him occasionally, and his eyes were intrigued saucers every time you did. It made something in your brain click.

He played along with your banter. He was sitting right beside you, absorbing your words so vehemently and genuinely and ohmigosh this guy of all people wouldn’t judge you for trying something that could be weird. Heck, he’s a fanatic of oddities, anything mystic or scientific, so if he didn’t like you asking him out, at the very least he’d admire the effort. So, you were inspired to try something, finally take some action.

You were going for it.

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You set to work on your asking-out endeavor as soon as you arrived home.

At first you tried looking at STEM-related pickup lines.

Sardonically, of course. You wanted something that got your point across without seeming too vulnerable, something you could play off in the scenario you got completely and irrevocably rejected.

“I less than three you… That’s not that bad,” you scrolled through the results of your search, perched at your kitchen table.

You only made it down the list to ‘the square root of all my fantasies is you’ until you actually needed to call it quits on that route. There was a fine line between being intentionally corny and the monstrosity that was that line.

So you took the next completely logical leap: concocting a page full of intricate mathematical and scientific questions, the answers of which spelled out an encrypted message.

It was the sane thing to do.

4 1 20 5 20 15 13 15 18 18 15 23 ?

D A T E T O M O R R O W ?

You scribbled the message on a scrap piece of paper. You entertained the idea of writing a whole sentence, but just these two words covered the gist clearly and concisely. Plus, coming up with questions for only two words was enough to melt your brain.

“Limit as x approaches sixteen of the square root of x… equals… yeah, four. That works,” you mumbled. “One down,” you sucked in a deep breath, “eleven to go. Crud.”

The next few hours blended together aimlessly, riddled with just about every mathematical scenario you could conjure up. Sure, derivatives and Planck’s Constant and the unit circle (the bane of your existence) were all ambitious topics to have on the totally inconspicuous worksheet, but, to quote a phrase, go big or go home. When in Rome also works.

By the time you reached ungodly hours in the night, you had curated a functional way to surprise and ask out your best friend. With your brain oozing out of your ears, you put the paper somewhere safe and collapsed face down on your bed.

You would have mentally prepared yourself to give him the paper tomorrow if not for the calculus-derived headache already splitting your mind.

Instead, you immediately dozed off.

You could deal with the minutiae of tomorrow… tomorrow.

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The next day when you waltzed into the lair, he was conveniently seated at the desk in his lab.

“Heya D! I come bearing gifts.” You presented him with the paper as coolly as you could, keeping all the panic and nerves internal, and took up the chair beside him.

“A calculus sheet?” He grinned. “You shouldn’t have.”

After a moment of looking at it, however, his eyes dimmed and smile lessened. “...You shouldn’t have.”

You faltered. “Oh, gosh, is it that bad?”

“Which letter corresponds with negative one?”

“What?” you exclaimed. “Oh nononono no, I checked my math like five times, it’s not even possible-”

“The derivative of cosine theta is negative sine theta. Not positive. Simple mistake, really. It was a valiant effort of- whatever you were trying to do.”

You blinked, smacked your lips. Well, that was the end of that. You would just take your leave and move out of the city and change your name and never feel anything again. Easy.

“Just forget I did anything, forget this paper exists- like, what paper even?” You reached for the sheet of paper only for him to use the mechanical extensions on his battle shell to hold it out of your reach.

“No, my interest is piqued,” he smirked. You could almost feel the mischievousness emanating from him. “I will gladly continue, if you do not mind.”

You complied and sat stiffly, anxiously glancing about the lab, until you saw him pick up a utensil and start marking on the paper.

“Are you correcting it with a pen? Are you seriously grading this right now?” you muttered. You weren’t mad, just thoroughly panicked.

He stopped writing momentarily. “What? No, not grading, per say. This is just how I’m deciphering this.”

You knew that tone and you knew that was a lie.

“I- ugh,” you flopped your head down on his desk and closed your eyes. “Just tell me when you’re done fixing it. I spent a needlessly long amount of time on this just for it to be terrible.”

He didn’t deny that it was terrible, though you excused that to him being busy and hopefully not him agreeing.

Although, with how quickly his pen was scratching marks on the page, the latter seemed more feasible.

You focused on taking deep, steadying breaths, relaxing to the sounds of the busy pen until it suddenly stopped.

Lifting your head from its place, you saw he had completely stilled, staring at the paper with wide eyes and upturned lips.

“What? Did you spot another comically egregious mistake?” you mumbled, halfway intrigued.

He took another few seconds to answer you. “Something like that.” And with that nothingness of an answer, he started writing again, much more fervently.

“Okay then.” You went to put your head down again before he slammed the paper down before you.

“Boom! Here is the revised and finalized version of the worksheet,” he grinned.

You narrowed your eyes at the comments about your inability to include units, corrections on when something was supposed to be negative, but the markings at the bottom of the page were what caught your attention the most.

When you looked at the corner of the page, you saw an odd combination of zeros and ones.

01101111 01101000 00100000 01111001 01100101 01110011 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101

“Actually, what is this?” You gestured to the code.

“It’s my response.”

“And you had to put it in binary?”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk in codes.” He sounded frustratingly nonchalant.

“Yeah, but-” you considered asking him to directly tell you, but maybe this was slightly less nerve wracking. Ripping off the bandaid be darned, you took the coward’s way out and pulled out your phone. “Man, I let you get away with way too much stuff. Has this interaction not dragged on painstakingly enough?”

“The greater the hardship, the greater the reward,” he commented with a shrug.

That pleasant surprise of a response made you copy the ones and zeros faster into the binary decoding website you’d searched up.

Just as you had everything in and your finger steadied over the button that would tell you what he was saying, you hesitated, steadied yourself with a deep breath, and hit it.

Nothing could have prepared you for the rush of adrenaline and euphoria that washed over you at seeing his answer.

“Ohmigosh, you’re serious?! Because you cannot be joking like this, Donatello.”

“As the plague.” One of his hands rested on his chest, the other was in the air as if taking an oath.

“Haha, yes!” you cheered, spinning the desk chair you were in. The late night and headache had paid off, and it felt great!

“So, where am I accompanying you tomorrow?” He mused.

Immediately, you paused. You’d only spent time thinking about the part where you ask him out, not the actual going out part.

“Where? Uhh, I hadn’t really gotten to that point of the planning stage.”

“You were too focused on biffing a math paper to actually plan out its intended purpose?”

“Yeah, not my brightest decision, nor my best work. It was a rather dumb decision on my behalf.”

“You are a dum-dum, but just because of how needlessly complex you made this, not because of your mathematical errors.”

“I genuinely don’t know if I should take offense to that or not.”

“Maybe you should be thinking about where we’re going tomorrow? Just a thought.”

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, uhh coffee?”

“A little trite for a first date, no?” Donnie propped his elbow up on the desk and rested his chin on his hand, smiling widely.

“Okay then, coffee and we go to the library?”

“Don’t we normally do that anyway? What about it makes it a ‘da-”

“Donnie, I am running on fumes from making the erroneous atrocity that is that worksheet last night. If you don’t have any suggestions, coffee at the library works. If you have a contribution, go right ahead.” You put your hands up in surrender.

Donnie’s smugness faded slightly and he lightly nudged your elbow. “Coffee at the library sounds great. And for what it’s worth, I appreciate that you tried to do something innovative. It was truly a highly admirable effort.”

“Thanks, D.”

“Of course. But from now on, let’s leave the math to the professionals.”

There it was again: the sass.

“Oh, that’s a low blow.” You shook your head, still smiling.

“A low blow would be mentioning how you confused the natural logarithm for a standard logarithm. You see, when you have e to the power of…”

The corrections and banter flourished on from there, the both of you giggling and getting mockingly, lightheartedly angry with each other.

Despite your interests in different subjects, the two of you understood each other. It was wonderful to have a partner that you could be niche with wherever and whenever.

It was almost worth all the math and science it took to get there.

(I actually made inconspicuous math worksheet that reader made for Donnie, and it is linked HERE!)

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filmbyjy · 2 years ago

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like a already married ff but like it’s so cute fluff

a/n: idk if this was connected to the ‘taking care of s/o whilst on period, hyung line ver.’ anyways! since you didn’t specify who…i’m gonna be doing my man jay🫶🏻 since we all know he is the most husband material🤭

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

genre: fluff! married life with jay

synopsis: being married to jay brought so much different emotions, mainly happiness. you couldn't be more delighted being married to jay.

warnings: slight suggestive but it's just a sprinkle.

word count: 1K words

married you

you could remember the day. the day where you married the love of your life.

park jongseong

the most perfect human being on earth was now your husband. prior to the marriage, you could remember the most perfect proposal he created.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

it wasn’t a spontaneous proposal. rather, he decided to create a more stay at home dinner date. a candle lit dinner he prepared 5 hours for. when you had came home from work, you were surprised to see jay in a suit and tie. his hair was slicked back and he wore the most charming smile as he watches you enter the living room.

“welcome home, my love.”

you were shocked to say the least when you witnessed the boy in a suit and tie. he looked amazing. you had imagined jay in a suit and tie as he watches you walk down the aisle but you knew that would be in the future. little did you know, it would be soon.

you felt an arm wrap around your waist and small peck on your shoulder. it knocks you out of your zoned out state.

“morning, my love.” the deep voice that startled you a little. it was still raspy, he must’ve just woken up.

“morning, honey.” you say. jay hums. you could feel him snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“you weren’t in bed so I got a little scared.” he pouts, his voice a little muffled. you turned to meet the eyes of your husband.

“sorry, honey. it’s already 10am and I was getting a little hungry. i was also struggling to get out of bed, my legs and thighs hurt.”

“oh, why didn’t you wake me up? i could’ve carried you down and save you from the potential pain.”

“well if you didn’t go hard last ni-” you paused suddenly feeling the embarrassment rise. you cheeks quickly heat up. jay smirks, he goes to whisper.

“you were the one who wanted it hard last night.” he pecks underneath your earlobe. you shiver.

“s-shut up.” you smacked his arm. he laughs before he takes notice of the food you had prepared.

“thanks for the food, angel.” he swiftly grabs the second plate you had created. the both of you happily had breakfast before deciding to just chill on the balcony of the Airbnb.

“it’s so pretty.” you say as you watched the waves crash against the sand. the smell of sea salt invading your senses. jay backhugs you and sways you slowly.

“you’re pretty.” he says. you snort.

after the honeymoon, the both of you went back to your normal lives. jay had his business to attend to since he was about to become the CEO of his dad's company. he'd always come home and you had prepare a feast for him. he couldn't feel more content.

lately though, you have been getting pretty lethargic. you have also been feeling a little unwell. you thought maybe that the flu season was here but none of your friends got sick and even if they were sick, they would not throw up.

"try taking a pregnancy test." your friend suggests on the call.

"i don't know. both me and jay aren't exactly ready to have kids. besides, he is really busy with work. you know he is about to inherit his dad's company."

"(name), no one is ever ready to have kids. however, i do know both you and jay would be amazing parents. you've taken care of your nieces and nephews."

"that's true but i'm still afraid."

"how about this. do the test first. you can tell jay after."

"alright."

after the call, you had went to the grocery store and got a pregnancy test. you were nervous of the outcome. what if jay didn't want kids? what should you do? would this affect your relationship?

"honey?" jay calls out. you were in the bathroom currently, waiting for the test to fully show. you haven't looked at it yet and you were afraid.

"in the bathroom!" you yelled to let jay know. he doesn't enter since it was privacy. you could hear him humming. you flushed the toilet and wait a minute before picking it up and revealing it.

double lines on the first test and a plus sign on the second.

you felt your stomach drop.

"are you okay in there, love?" jay calls out. you opened the door.

"jay." he takes notice of two sticks in your hand. he tilts his head before realising what they are.

"i'm pregnant." you finally revealed. jay's breath hitches, he could feel his eyes starting to water.

"i'm going to be a dad?" he says, it almost sounded like a whisper. he was in shock but a good kind of shock. he quickly hugs you.

"i love you." he says.

28 weeks later, you were happily carrying your child. jay helps you out with the chores before he leaves for work. since, he had already settled into being the CEO, he could easily leave early if there wasn't much schedules for the day. he would spend his free time with you and the baby.

2 years later, you were happily living with jay and your daughter. it was actually quite hard to be parents but you learnt to cope well. there were times where you wished to have some time alone with jay but your child would walk in and insist to play dolls. jay would usually go over and played dolls with her since he loved to spoil her.

"it's about time we have another little one, hmm?" jay says as he backhugs you. you shook your head.

"lily is barely 2. besides, who will take care of her while we 'make another one'?"

"i can send her to my parents? you know my mom would be delighted to babysit her." you laughed.

"so are you going to send her tomorrow?"

"is this a yes for another little one?" jay asks.

"we could just try-"

"alright! let's send her tomorrow. let me call my mom!"

"jongseong-"

before you could even say anything, jay had left the kitchen.

let's just say 5 months later, you were eating for two once again and jay was definitely exhilarated.

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atombonniebaby · 1 year ago

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Hey...I'm still here...FO4 just has my undivided attention right now...🙌🏻🙌🏻

Mac goes and does this today...

Macready: What was this place for… storytime or something?

MacCready: Hi, I'm MacCready... Been drinking since I was six. Never looked back

I'm playing through chapter 3 of Sim Settlements 2, and Mac keeps finding the idle animation markers!

Here...have some "Mac does randoms stuff and I love him for it." snaps that I've wrangled up some words for!(I've also been trying to find a use for that one pic where Mac is getting scolded by his dads...)

Nate: Right ye sticky fingered wee bam...I'm down 3 bottles eh Whiskey, and Jacob here's been tellin' me a third eh the budget seems to have mistakenly been spent on cigarettes...now I know geein' ye a talkin' tae won't do didly squat... MacCready: Get to the point, boss...I got stuff to do! Nate:Okay...nae need to get crabbit...especially when there's a bunch eh caps at stake here... MacCready: Bunch of caps, huh? Okay, hotshot. Spill it... Nate: Aye...I thought that might tickle your fancy...so, how's about a wee wager? One week without a dram or a smoke passin through that smart mouth eh yours and there'll be a tidy sum at the end for ye? MacCready: A'right old man... name your price? Nate: 500 caps... and Jake's gonna lay aff the coffee...he'll pocket another 50 for every day he cannae hack it... Jake: Woah...woah...Now... hold on a dang minute, Slick! I never... Nate: Ye no remember? I said I'd move Aiden to another floor? As far away from ye as possible? Jake: Oh...oh, yeah! Now I remember...One week...whaddya say, son? MacCready: Oh man, I love the sound a pile of caps makes.

MacCready finds a few ways to keep busy...

The time flies ...

MacCready: The only thing better than getting a bunch of caps is spending a bunch of caps.

Nate gets another week before it's back to the 'phantom cigarette pose' and daily repetitions of...

"Man, I could really use a cigarette."

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ghoultrifle · 1 year ago

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Dew's Best Kept Secret

Have some nasty DewRora glasses porn, you freaks /aff.

Summary: Dew hates his glasses, Aurora (and Aether) think they're unbearably hot - cue them fucking nasty

These are what I'm imagining Dew wears (when he has to)

Oh and everyone's trans

@jimothybarnes optician tag, i feel like there's another optician-adjacent writer here but i cannot remember who, sorry! edit: @dewedup optician tag hehe thanks jesus for reminding me <3

READ BELOW THE CUT OR ON AO3

He sits on the edge of the bed, a full length mirror positioned just too far away for him to see himself. Blurry fingers gliding over his ruddy cock, blissed expression masked by the distance.

Dewdrop hates his glasses, they make him lose his bad boy edge, he’d fit right in as a librarian when he wears them, he reckons. Nothing more than the nerdy girl in a romcom that becomes absolute dynamite when she goes to prom, without the frames. Aether is the only ghoul blessed with the privilege of even knowing Dewdrop needs glasses, not least being the only ghoul to see him wear them.

“Head up, darling, at the mirror, need you to see exactly what I’m doing to that pretty body of yours,” the quintessence ghoul had insisted, holding the smaller ghoul in front of him, fingers glossy as he teased Dew’s clit.

“Uhh Aeth, I appreciate the sentiment but- ah, I can’t see shit, ‘m not wearing my contacts.”

“Oh, uh, you got glasses anywhere, firefly?” he replied, realising why the fire ghoul was so clumsy; he couldn’t fucking see anything. This was a vulnerable moment for Dewdrop and Aether knew it. Keen on keeping the ghoul atop him a horny crying mess instead of a sad one, he brushed over the sudden confession in favour of letting Dew see himself all hard and leaking.

“Bedside drawer,” he huffed.

Aether blindly reached out to grab the glasses, smudging the lenses in the process. Still curiously running his fingers between Dew’s folds he opened the frames with his teeth before placing them on the fire ghoul’s face.

“Holy fuck, Dewdrop, you’re stunning.”

The round lenses complimented his sharp jawline, softening his features. But Dew would never see it that way, convinced Aether was so madly in love with him that he could have worn clown makeup to bed and the other would think it was hot.

Tonight, Dew is thinking back to the moment he could see exactly how his dick quivered under Aether’s strokes, how he leaked onto those thunderous thighs, glistening. It’s not often Dewdrop pleasures himself alone, with more than enough ghouls willing to accompany him. And it’s even less often he takes his time to indulge himself, to really drag it out and appreciate his body. More commonly, he’s quietly cranking one out on the tour bus, or sticking his hand between his legs with fervour when he just can’t sleep.

He groans as he picks up those perfectly circular frames from his bedside, long having run out of contacts. If he didn’t know better he’d say Aether purposefully lost his prescription just to see him wear them.

As long as he keeps focused on his dick, he needn’t think about the horrors above. Dewdrop keeps his eyes below his neck with laser-point precision, dragging claws down his chest, catching on his scars as he lets the hand reach below to dip inside. It’s been months since he’s seen the way his cunt opens up around him, accommodates those sly fingers, and clenches when he starts petting in time with the short, needy strokes on his clit.

He’s struggling to even keep his eyes open now, whiny moans escaping his lips as he pumps his fingers inside. The visuals combined with the slick sounds of his digits, it’s too much. Dewdrop’s on the edge, seconds away from his release, only accelerated by being able to see his reflection thrown back at him. Just a few more pumps and –

“Dewdrop Ghoul! What have I said about using my conditioner?!” an even smaller ghoul shouts down the corridor before barging into his room.

In his hazed brain, Dew decides it’s the glasses he wants to hide from Aurora, not his state of undress, furiously pawing them off his nose as they clatter to the ground.

“Fuck- Rory learn to knock once in a while!” he stutters, his foot delicately trying to hide his secret beneath the bed.

“Firstly, learn to lock a door, idiot,” she mumbles in reply, unfazed by the state of the ghoul before her, “Secondly, you get off to yourself wearing glasses? Sounds freaky,” she says, winking at the fire ghoul.

“They’re my glasses? I need them to see? Just don’t wear ‘em ‘cause they look silly.”

“Ohh so you like watching yourself then? Wouldn’t have put you down for that, seems like more of Rain’s vibe.”

Aurora moves to close the distance between them. She reaches down to pick up the dusty frames, blowing chilled air over them as she places them askew on Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Lucky for you, I love glasses,” she moans, bringing Dewdrop’s hand to cup her half hard cock, kicking as he makes contact through the skirt. Dew winces as he feels a dribble of slick leak onto the sheet below him.

She swiftly moves to his bedside, rummaging through Dew’s chest of goodies before returning with a sleek, blue suction cup dildo. Aurora sticks it squarely in front of the mirror, “Sit,” she barks.

He stares at it, standing proud against the dark floor, a shiver travelling through his spine at Aurora’s authoritative streak. He’s never seen this side of her, demanding, taking, she’s normally satisfied as a passive participant, happy to take what’s given as she basks in the pleasure. Seeing Aurora standing over him, imposing, he certainly doesn’t have to worry about lube.

Dew sinks sheepishly onto the silicone, knees bent beneath him as he moans at the renewed contact, ready for more after his near-ruined orgasm. Just looking at Aurora, still fully clothed, hand reaching beneath her skirt to pull those black panties down just enough to spring free, has him grinding on the toy.

“Did I say you could move?” she spits, saliva sticking to the lenses adorning his face.

“No ma’am,” the fire ghoul mumbles. He feels exposed, small, even beneath Aurora, the only ghoul smaller than him in every way. She just chuckles as she turns on the remote behind her back, Shit, she picked the vibrator.

He moans, distraught as his arms remain still by his side. His chest heaves and he blinks, looking at himself in the mirror, on his knees, pre running down the parts of the toy that didn’t quite fit in. Looking up he sees Aurora languidly stroking herself from root to tip, popping her hand off with a flourish each time.

She moans with each breath, the timbre drilling directly into Dew’s brain, he’s saving these sounds to repeat back next time he’s got himself alone in front of a mirror. To think about as he gets his fingers around his dick. The mental image is just as incredible; hair just grazing her shoulders, bouncing as she lolls her head back, pert nipples desperate to make themselves shown through her sheer crop top, and her thick happy trail, coarse hairs leading to the dripping cock she has in her hand.

Aurora moves between Dew and mirror, positioning herself so the fire ghoul can no longer see himself. He whines, what’s the point in wearing glasses if he’s not going to get a good look in? Alas, he continues to grind his hips as subtly as he can, clit twitching when the dildo hits the right spot. Dew stares up at Aurora, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. He goes to take her in his mouth, barely licking at the tip before the ghoulette pulls away, tutting.

“Only good boys get to suck mommy off. Good boys stay still when they’re told.”

He holds his head low, admiring Aurora’s feet, perfectly painted claws at the end of slim toes, covered in a smattering of light hair. He’ll unpack that another time.

“Head up, darling, you’re going to want to see this,” Aurora said as she gripped her cock harder now, tugging with a fiery passion, her free hand ghosting over a nipple before pinching tight as she howls, primal. With each stroke the sound of slick echoes in the room, accompanied only by the vibrator relentlessly hitting Dew’s g-spot, not quite enough to get him off but just enough to have him fighting the urge to writhe around.

Aurora bites her lip as she feels her orgasm cresting; legs struggling to support her, she grips Dew’s short horn to steady herself. The fire ghoul can’t help but double over at the pressure, those perfect hands rubbing at the base of the ivory, setting his nerves alight.

“Fuck Rory, ‘m close!” he says. Dew sucks in a breath between gritted teeth. These horns were new for the season, they’re incredibly sensitive- on par with his bottom growth- all it takes is a brush against it and he’s dripping.

“Don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to watch yourself come undone,” Aurora hurriedly mumbles between high-pitched feminine whines.

Just a few strokes later, Aurora’s cock is shooting her release right onto Dew’s glasses, milky white ropes sticking to the lenses, falling down and dripping on the fire ghoul’s red-hot face, clouding his vision as he keeps his eyes wide open in awe at the ghoulette. She milks herself dry, ensuring every last drop ends up on those frames. He looks absolutely ruined, cum trickling down his cheeks, ruby eyes hidden by the sheer amount of seed Aurora spilled, hips stuttering as he chases his release.

“Look how perfect you are for me,” she coos, letting her skirt fall down over her softening length as she moves away from the mirror, keeping a hand on the base of Dew’s horn, rubbing idly as if the ghoul attached isn’t about to explode.

“Go on, get yourself all messy, show me how you get off when I’m not around.”

That’s all the permission Dewdrop needs to grab his dick between his thumb and forefinger before stroking with a fierce pace. His eyes drift to his reflection, it was like being inked in mario kart, still doing his best to look at the action despite being hampered by Aurora’s cum, maybe he should try this with Rain one day- get the real inky deal.

Hurried breaths follow as the ghoulette ramps up the vibrations- so intense the dildo is threatening to leave its position on the hardwood. Aurora, steadying herself on Dew’s horn, moves her foot gently up and down the inside of Dew’s thigh and it’s all too much for the fire ghoul. His orgasm punches him in the gut as his walls clench around the toy. He near-screams, hips grinding on the toy in earnest as he fucks himself through his orgasm, watching himself through the dirty lenses as his slick drips down the dildo.

Aurora dutifully tucks herself back into her panties, wetting them slightly with her slick cock, before she walks towards the door leaving Dew to clean up the both of their messes,

“You should really wear those more often, look real pretty like this.”

Dewdrop grins, maybe he will.

#glasses are hot pass it on #trifle writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aurora ghoulette #aether ghoul #aethdew #aether/dew #dewrora #aurora/dew

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piigeonss · 5 months ago

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and here i thought i was being slick (CONGRATS)

OH YOU ASSHOLE /aff

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MYCH YOU’VE THROWN ME OFF YOUR SCENT

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hellhoundnini · 7 months ago

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stop chasing the effect. go within n change self.

✰ i am the proof

✰ my mind is the proof i need for my manifestations

✰ once i change self, everything else unfolds perfectly

✰ i have faith in me

try this out:

for each affirmation from this list, visualize a scene that represents what it means to you.

1 i can do anything i put my mind to.

2 all my desires are here now

3 i get what i want exactly when i want it

4 if i want it, then its mine// the second i want something it rushes to me

5 manifesting is easy, its all up to me

6 no circumstance is above me , my circumstances / reality are up to me

7 i manifested everything, there’s nothing i can’t have

8 i have everything i want right now, i am the validation // i am the proof

9 im not chasing after anything , its mine

10 all i do to manifest something is decide its mine mentally

11 all i had to do was SOB (stand on business)

12 my trust is in me , it is all me

13 my mind works in my favor

14 everything has unfolded perfectly

example:

aff 1: i visualized walking into my dream apartment, holding my car keys and my apartment keys

aff 5: i visualized beating my case n getting mailed the results of me passing alc n drug tests (pls don’t ask��)

aff 10: i had a lot of fun with this one. i visualized my sp (this new boy at my school, fine ass lightskin) walking up to me n introducing himself, making out in his car during this school week, basically rizzing my ass up, i also visualized me making tts in my desired appearance, me slicking my hair down with JUST eco (4c girls rise up)

aff 8b: i tuned into my current position, my body , my breath and continued affirming “i am the proof“ bc right now in this moment my mind is the only proof i need for my manifestations , the 3d is an effect of me changing self; choosing to have faith in me

im a very visual person but i realized that i was feeling powerless bc i put my validation in the 3d, still waiting , hoping, not round here patna. it makes it easier if you can put a face to the name, open yourself up to that vibration, create your story. if you’re repeating these affs n its still not getting through to you, you need to attach a story to it bc its supposed to feel like YOU, wtv is natural to you is what u see, be fearless

faith is COMPLETE trust + confidence in someone or something, i have faith in me. you deserve to know what it feels like to never give up. keep going <3

#lawofassumption #ninidaninja

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medicatedmenace · 10 months ago

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you. give me your ninjago headcanons

i know who you are you ain't slick, HOWEVER COMMA. let's do it (this is about to be way too long-)

first of all, cole! (RAAAAAGH WE LOVE COLE)

- blasian. blasian. bl

- BISEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC!!! he gives bi but at the same time that boy does not crush and when he does he is down so bad

- watches gordon ramsay shows RELIGIOUSLY (it does nothing for his cooking skills)

- probably also really skilled in interior decoration for some reason

ZANE!!! ZANE ZANE ZANE ZANE

- they/them user. they/them user and no i will not budge

- aroallo omnisexual! look at them and tell me i'm wrong

- blew everyone's tetris scores out of the water the first time they played and was never allowed to play again

- plays animal crossing, makes absolutely insane double reacharound attempts to get all the robot villagers

....kai. hoo boy. (/aff)

- panromantic demisexual you can fight me on this

- got told his hair looked like a gmod error once and almost got legal charges against him

- got his tetris score knocked off the board and banned zane from playing

- probably has multiple sets of neopronouns

- favourite pokemon is like, tepig or something

jay aka The Blahaj Owner

- transmasc he/they user

- owns a blahaj. blahaj is love blahaj is life

- REALLLLLY loves pokemon. i'm just sayin he has to play at least one tcg

- everybody masc till the roach starts flyin

OH AND HOW COULD WE FORGET NYA

- she/they girlboss, possibly girlflux

- would go on a rampage if anyone ever saw that bowl cut of hers from the first few seasons

- polyam lesbian

- can quote every single oceans movie

LLOYYYYYYYYYDDDDDDDD THE HIM

- BISEXUAL. DISASTER.

- golden retriever boyfriend vibes

- sent anon hate when he was younger, made an apology post about it years later

- has the most gotdamn fluffy hair ever

- he/they user he/they user he/th

yeah idk that's all my brain can churn out right now (i stopped in the middle of a drawing for this ask) but i'm gonna be thinking about this all day ✌️

#alien.txt #alien.asks #alien.ninja

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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You lounged, like an iron-clanging still, not one, can ever folly

Devouring thy heart to this? With Dogge of noysome breathe. Nor draw no lines and wishing forth, and you share your own people: thither to his window my body is the dark moor land, rapidly riding at their Institutes, and cut their

thought: she would break the while thought, a touch had his creast; Mars carried Venus gloue, in such delight mellow; come with the frame wherein could make a tent a stone- shot off: we esteem you fought, with false self-sweet-conspiring sympathy: summer when

we meet at any time and blew, and slain ram that none appeal says I did share; while day lang; he’s put down, I bought to shine above, and petty Ogress’, and ungrateful every captains out; nor ever: fail you will! Stalls in our lines, as

Goteherd prowde, that we call things nothingness in another beforehand. White hand; o plight, and prone she-bird of her some greatest, so long wave, deservest alone is dide. All sleep-warm pillows in the body were moved, she moaned, a slave,

the torrents, dashed your cities into whiffs of cloud, all losses are driven: they made it seemed about the ball: it is but them, and leave Scotia’s strawberries. They han great Prince, she lifted his time is at hand when the rustling birds around

to Psyche’s babe in arms, a girl with her red cocktail dress and Tim would their christall faces, will pype and there did lie drown’d, pale with the flocke, to fetch her from hollow shown by your virtue of you and love I’d not lock’d up in heaven

and with little clause take not thy tottring back, which stealing stars. Nor earth with his whelpless eyes, cold even thence we have no idea how it came red. How did it die? Why do ye thinks hersel very weel aff, Woo’d and my cause for every

voice, nor sound of water on the child: and I will Yes. And she said, she must be at peace in having this head of gold. Whose Teeth are for me the woodmen with the rougher hand is safer: on to the logic of a lord; and much I

fear! Such pixel you’d never will last like Hindoos, for fun watched each face and low, called by an earth I cry for him. With such a dainty rind, should Love, when he asks me I will Yes. The desire; my death, for our wine and free. You lounged,

like an iron-clanging still, not one, can ever folly. On thy heart and soul are mine. The horse whipped by an earth I cry for still; yet Faith those sweet Caledonian lines; nae gowden streams with gentlemen kirkward shall go well, by oft

predict that fed or arm that my old love reading thee. But the Prince, with a sigh—it was to keep the visage hide, stealing of your grave. In the soul’s sleep, then these are just musick, for the fizz and tingle, sunning out, my father would be.

My eyes my knowledge crouches you with a runcible spoons while our cloistered in, and woman named: the noise with frisked curls from time to the seed. Not lost, although you don’t under through, and Grisi’s existence embittered, Kate Brown’s on the day,

to please my fears—you use ’tis of your dearest of your flower of womankind, and shouted; they moved and I unremark’d the slick, love, when Phoebe shines so! I earned no more I trace my fingers on a sty, glorifying clown and strolled

at a’! ’ The tents: take up the Prince, and squadrons of steel temper? Courage, poor heart can this I would shame you. Their fan, to catch thee, what else, and married next day by the thunderbolt, she trampled years after night, blind, seems seeing, burst the lawn

about my sire, grant me your coffee hot let me even less is nowhere near? Nor think ye are very nape of her foes with him on my part, the child. As yet they struck vainly in my basement, but as she pays the white of the sea,

between. Laborious morning: there dwelled holy saints, I reuerence deeper knowledge of spears and fling it? To learn how all these things are borne, I gaue to the grange, nor loss of maiden from heaven find: but lo! Which through, and stronger. And, which

loue ytake: well couth I sing on, as if in pain: and all discourse untainted with the strong and grown within the strong to dreame. Soul and bran, bread at my painfully quivering of your mouth—rather thresh, their peer, showing the moonlight, my

own heart’s heart and slices of satisfies my carefull Colin, I lament thy cause thou wilt, remembered the appeal says I’m gone unto that mart, and pushed to death, when she said she hath all prophetic pity, fling that severs all

to spend, nor services to do, till she bee, and dost him out of sight; mine eyes can scarce sustaine the bay! Lost as an offspring barge, least night with pride; in my poore name. By natures prove the patron with your legs still Heavens forget my vow,

or fall. ’Cat smell. To see such pixel you’d never it rained, a slave, what else but dead, and truth to get more tragic and more. Where through with hollow shows; I seem tame. I earned no Warble something will be the wind. I see Heaven and quick!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #189 texts #ballad

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homeandliving · 2 years ago

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#office supplies

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starcolonelkatrinamoon · 7 months ago

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The two of them would wind up in the small common area, taking up probably the entire entryway. There's only two mechwarriors present - a short woman in an embroidered set of coveralls and an average height woman using mounted resistance cables to exercise. The average height one slicks her greased hair back into place before snapping a sharp salute when the two of them enter.

"Officer on deck!" The mechwarrior barked out, causing the shorter woman to smoothly flip out of her seat at the one booth table to stand on the ceiling, saluting as well.

"At ease," Katrina returned, looking around. "Well, it appears Derrik is off hiding again. I would bet Rabiga is buried in the guts of her 'Mech. Tisha, could you get the two of them for me please?"

A soft "aff" would come from the short woman before she would practically slither out of the common area like an eel through a coral reef.

"Right. Starting introductions, then. Astrid, this is Warrior Celine. She is Point 5 of the Star as well as the youngest member at 43. Celine, this is Star Captain Astrid. She will be your Star Commander for the drop."

There is a series of knocks at Katrina's quarters door. From the volume and reverberation, an Elemental of some form. But one trying not to dent the thin door material.

"Star Colonel?" asks an unfamiliar female voice through the door, almost in a growl. "Star Captain Astrid Tseng, as ordered."

( @is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not )

As the knocks were inbound, a raspy female voice could be heard singing quietly through the thin insulated sheet metal.

"No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore, we're ramblin' home agai-"

The knock struck. Instant silence. A moment would pass before the door's seals popped with a hiss and the door was manually slid open, indicating the bulkhead had been modified.

Standing in the bulkhead was Katrina, her hair smoothed back and clipped into place. Instead of a pressure suit or a uniform of any sort, she was wearing a pair of utility pants and a thick canvas tank top over a sports bra. She was lacking footwear, but had socks with what looked to be gecko-pads on the bottoms.

The Star Colonel blankly stared up towards Astrid for a moment before gesturing for her to step into the quarters, stepping back and to the side. Her movements were nearly silent as she stalked back towards a workbench.

"So," she started, pausing to pick up a fine screwdriver. "You are the one that Savannah is bidding to command my fire star instead of the Star Commander."

(@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not)

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zhongrin · 2 years ago

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your throne, my love

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, xiao, thoma

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, chubby!reader, facesitting (if that title wasn't enough of a hint lol), implied dragon!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ enjoy you degenerates /aff <3

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli thinks it’s adorable - the way you get all flustered when he suggests the idea of you sitting on top of him. and now that you’re in that position, he thinks you sound just as - if not even more - adorable, with your breathless moans and surprised gasps.

he silences your worries for his wellbeing with his arms locked onto your thighs: solid, unmoving stone shackles that won't budge no matter how much you struggle, whine, or cry out. are you seriously underestimating him right now? given his history as the geo archon himself, being suffocated as he worships your beautiful, bountiful body is paradise to him.

his mouth sucking, licking, and lapping on your drooling cunt, until you fall apart multiple times above him, sobbing and pulling on his hair, begging for mercy - which he eventually gives out of concern for your exhausted mortal body.

perhaps next time he should have his horns out so you can grab onto them...

... and he has to wonder, would you be open to exploring how his forked, prehensile dragon tongue would feel inside you?

al haitham loves having you on top of him just as much as having your tight flower greedily swallowing his cock. it would be an honor, he says teasingly when you enquire about his opinion on the matter, not knowing that it’s one of the many things his filthy mind concocts whenever he looks at you.

he gets into it without delay, easing up your nervousness with slow, gentle licks to your slit and his hands massaging your wide hips. before long, however, he’s pulling you down more and more, tongue moving faster and faster, desperate and feral to taste even more of you, switching between flicking your clit and stirring your insides. your ‘no wait’s becomes ‘yes more’s, and pride swells in his chest, your pleas and unconscious grinding against his face making his cock ache within his pants.

he lets you move away from his face after you finish and chuckles darkly when you hide your embarrassed expression upon seeing the slick all over his cheeks, chin, and neck. “is that it for your fantasy? then, it’s my turn to relive my fantasy next,” he says as he pulls you back to your seat.

childe is a man who’s always starving for your pussy and this is easily one of his top five most favorite activities. he wastes no time in pulling you down to him, flashing you a cheeky grin - a silent promise to make you feel really good - before his chapped lips latch onto your clit.

within the first few minutes, your precum drenches the dried skin of his lips, its texture adding to that extra sensation as he passionately nuzzles further onto your cunt, humming and groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. he’s so drunk from the sweet ambrosia enveloping his senses, that he nearly forgets to breathe. still, he growls every time your fingers latch onto his hair, trying to pull him away, and he retaliates by giving a harsh slap onto your thick bum and nibbling teasingly on your puffy nub.

and when your orgasm hits you and you gush onto him? ajax whines and moans erotically, tears pooling in his ocean blue eyes as he cums untouched in his pants.

xiao will never admit it out loud but he loves how he’s reduced to a tool for pleasuring you.

you always start gently with him, afraid of being ‘too much’ or ‘too suffocating’, to which he scoffs and wordlessly pulls you closer to prove a point.

he’s always been a man of actions rather than words, so that’s what he does. he shows you how much he loves digging his bare, calloused fingers into the fat of your thighs, mindlessly using his whole face to lap, tease, suck, and massage the entirety of your drooling pussy. his golden pair of eyes trying to peek up at your expression every now and then, observing your reactions... but that all methodical cautiousness eventually flies out of the window when he drives you into mindless pleasure, and he’s grunting as you grind onto his tongue and sinful mouth, cock straining against his pants as your loud moans fills the room.

yes - if it’s for you, he doesn’t mind being used like this.

thoma’s service kink is thriving whenever you ask him to pleasure you in bed, but he’s always wondered why you never asked him this in particular. so when he sees the opportunity to try it out, he jumps at it, excitedly laying back and instructing you to move your straddling up towards his face.

he reassures you with his words and gentle squeezes of his hands on your waist as you descend upon him like an angel from the heavens. as soon as your heady scent hits him, he's eagerly pulling you close, intent to worship you like the deity you are.

it’s a slow and languid grind, gentle massages and slow-building pleasure as thoma tries to find a pace you like and the spots that makes you moan the loudest. the mix of his saliva and your juices are drenching the pillow and his hair, but he doesn't care. all he can focus on is your sweet taste on his tongue and the way you tighten as he tongue-fucks you from his place beneath you.

ps. if you want to be removed/added from the taglist, just send an ask!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #al haitham #al haitham x reader #childe #childe x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #rin writes #minors dni #genshin smut #afab!reader #chubby!reader

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co-reborn · 2 years ago

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Control

Saerom x Male Reader (feat. Jiheon)

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8,131 Words

Part 4 of Conquered Odds, written in collaboration with @worldsover

A/N: Missed the deadline but whatever :(

You’re slowly but surely shifting your shaft into Jiheon’s entrance, one hand on each side of her waist in this missionary position. But your first thought?

Damn. This share house is so much nicer than your and Joon’s apartment.

Though your side of the apartment is looking much less dusty these days, it seems that every room in this girls-only residence is straight out of an interior design magazine. Greenery much more than just green, meticulously chosen paintings to complement the pastel walls, and most importantly, cleanliness of which you can only dream. Especially Jiheon’s room.

Outside, the smell of rain would bounce off trees and grass, the well thought-out plot of land having a surprising amount of greenery while being close to the campus. Moisture laden air keeps the September clammy warm.

Inside smells of sweat; even this unhurried rhythm is heated by the closeness of two bodies.

You can’t control the outside forces, from the weather to the other habitants of this share house. Your world isn’t the whole world, can’t ever be. You can only control what’s internal. If you do nothing about it—react as opposed to act—then you’re no different from the Joons of the world. So change what counts as internal to you.

For example, Joon’s sister. Physically, you’re as internal as another person can get, the grip of Jiheon’s cunt leaving no room for freedom. Nothing is being as internalized as much as your cock, every pull of your hips backward reluctant as her slick lush walls swaddle you, stretching around you in their urgency.

Maybe last year, you thought your grades were a force of nature, down to luck. The professors you had, the lecture times you got, the groupmates you were assigned in projects. And maybe last year, the sort of people you met were a dice roll; the friends you made were flaky or boring, and the girls you hooked up with were varying degrees of sane. So maybe last year, your life could’ve taken a sharp turn Joonward into mediocrity.

Certainly last year, you were not this introspective.

If you had to be honest—no, you have to be; you’re already dishonest enough with others—then you were already feeling stagnation with Chaeyoung. Was Joon rubbing off on his own girlfriend? Or was it just greed on your end? Either way, though you still have sporadic quickies with Chaeyoung here and there, the time spent doesn’t compare with Jiheon. Even sliding your dick into the laziest Jiheon is sublime.

Jiheon’s fatigue is from the long night of fucking: her eyes are low, her expression placid, and her moans are quieter than usual. She lays on her back while you’re holding yourself above her, and your cock pistons in and out at a lazy pace. It was either that or nothing, and neither of you could help but have a quick round in the morning, especially after your morning wood pressed against her body from behind.

Once Jiheon wraps her arms around your neck, she pulls you closer. You pepper kisses on her neck while your hands freely roam her body from her toned tummy to her perky tits. She giggles lightly from the ticklish sensations before exhaling deeply.

“Oppa, fuck me harder.”

Oblige her request and put more power into your hips. Jiheon squirms under you, and her hot grip on your cock grows even tighter. She softly gasps with your intensifying thrusts, the sensation of perfervid heat in her body building up much quicker.

Unfortunately, you have no control over all circumstances. Your intimate bubble is popped by an alarm. In surprise, you pause for a second, but you roll your eyes and continue fucking the girl, deeming it unimportant.

However, it isn’t unimportant for Jiheon. Her eyes grow wide as she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. That’s her alarm for school. Usually, it doesn’t go off for her; she should already be out the door by now. After she dismisses the alarm, Jiheon wiggles herself off you. You try to prevent that, holding her body tightly while you continue your ministrations on her neck.

“Mmm, I have to go, ugh, go to class, dumbass.”

“Your classes won’t start until three hours later. You have plenty of time.”

Her body freezes as she ponders her options, and you take advantage of her hesitation. Grind against her while your length is hilt deep. Your kisses grow stronger. You know she’s succumbing, her thoughts interrupted, when she lets your mouth’s suction last long enough to leave a mark.

You flip your bodies around, and Jiheon pushes against your chest. Your positions switch and this time, she’s in control.

“Alright, you can just get off my dick and leave.”

It’s a gamble—luckily, you’ve already loaded the dice.

Jiheon’s conflict is painted on her face. You can practically see the gears turning in her head, the calculations of how long it’ll take for her to get into class, yet her hips continue to push downward. It’s obvious by now that she’s dependent on the way your cock rakes against her walls. Jiheon could just grind in short bursts, focus on clenching around your sensitive tip, but instead, she plants herself all the way down your length. When she feels you hit that deep, the conflicted expression vanishes in lieu of eye-tightening lust.

“I need to pack, I need to recite past notes, and I need, I need to… I need to cum.”

Her decision has been made: she has given in to lust. Jiheon supports herself on your chest and intensifies her movements. You help her out by holding her hips and guiding her as well as adding the occasionally upward thrust.

Her focus shifts away from her class to your thick shaft stretching her insides. She continuously clenches around you and her body shivers under extreme pleasure, unable to stay upright for much longer.

Jiheon lets out a sharp gasp as you hit her G-spot, and she shifts to ensure your dick keeps hitting the same area. One or two more times later, she finally reaches the peak she’s been craving for.

Leaving your cock stuffed in her, Jiheon clenches around you tightly and cums. She looks so adorable as her eyes close, her head twists and turns, and all her muscles tense in waves. When she opens her eyes, a blush on her face grows at your gaze, and the embarrassment only makes you want to savor her orgasm more; her insides massaging your dick in tightness doesn’t help either.

You hold her limp body upright as she gasps for air. The sensitivity is less of an issue for her compared to the first time. She doesn’t peel herself off—in fact, as she recovers, her hips begin grinding against you once again.

“Jiheon,” you say between short gasps, your brain firing on all cylinders, “I need to cum too.”

“Just… Okay, okay, I’ll swallow it, that’ll be cleaner anyway.”

Jiheon has certainly gotten much more used to the taste of semen after enough sessions with you. Even if she got caught up in the heat of the moment and liked it more than expected the first time, it still wasn’t a regular thing for Jiheon until recently. She would spit it out into the garbage or onto a tissue; on other occasions, she would take the cumshot on her ass or face then clean it off in the shower. Sometimes, she would even just ignore your climax if she had somewhere else to be. But right now, Jiheon is slowing down her movement on your cock, her eyes enthralled by your throbbing ballsack and her mouth watering.

She hops off your dick, not without a final squeeze of your cock, and lays prone between your spread legs. She peels off the condom and drops it by the bedside. A switch flips within Jiheon and she looks more enthusiastic than she sounded earlier.

With sultry eyes, Jiheon slowly sinks her mouth onto your cock. Practice makes perfect, and she is just as diligent sucking your dick as she is with school. She maintains eye contact throughout as she goes lower and lower.

A rush of pleasure surges up your spine, and you instinctively push her head down your shaft. It hits the back of her throat and catches her off guard, causing her to gag and come off you. Both stunned and curious at the sensation, she strokes you while contemplating what to do next.

You exclaim, “Shit! Sor—”

But without hesitation, Jiheon is back down on you again, slobbering all over your cock. Every few sucks, she attempts to push past her throat barrier, but to no avail, so you hold her on both sides of her head and coax her down.

“That’s it, Jiheon. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

She looks at you with doe eyes, her mouth working faster and faster as her impatience grows. Jiheon reaches up to fondle your twitchy balls to extract your load even sooner.

The pressure in your loins suddenly reaches a new height. Your eyes shut and your head leans back and onto the pillow. The dam in your lower body breaks as waves of cum are shot into Jiheon’s waiting mouth. She gets caught off guard by your orgasm and she tries her best to gulp them all down but to no avail.

As your orgasm ends, your semi-hard dick leaves the warmth of her mouth. Some cum seeps out the sides of her mouth and drips down her chin. Holding your flaccid length, she scoops up the small drops of white on her face and staring right into your eyes, she laps them off and leaves her tongue stuck out. Seconds later, she swallows the cum before licking your cock clean.

Once Jiheon is done, you pull her up and she snuggles into your body. The two of you remain laying on the bed for a few minutes to recover from the intense morning session.

“Isn’t this better than sitting all alone in the lecture hall, waiting for class to start?”

“N-no.” Jiheon sighs, smiling to herself. “You know, Oppa, you’ve really changed.”

You lie there in silence, in thought. Have you? You’re still the same philanderer you’ve always… ahh. That’s something only you know.

“Not even a ‘Thank you’?” Pouting, Jiheon turns around and hits your chest lightly. “Whatever. Now I need to rush to class.”

While you’re still reflecting on yourself, she leaps out of bed and makes a dash to the shower while you choose to join her minutes later. You note the hot steam fogging up the small space as you enter the shower. Jiheon yelps in surprise and she instinctively tries to cover herself up. It’s not like you’ve never seen her bare body before, or touched it, or been inside it.

“Y-you jerk. What are you doing here?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I need to wash up too, you know.”

“Fine. Just don’t do anything filthy or I’ll kick you out butt naked.”

Of course, you agree to that, and of course, you do something filthy. A squeeze here, a fondle there, all under the guise of helping her clean up. You resist the urge to do any more, not wanting to hold Jiheon back any further from going to her class.

She hastily dashes out with a towel wrapped around her body while you trail behind her. After picking out her clothes for the day, she hurriedly puts them on and packs her bag for the day. You’re not in a rush unlike her so you opt to watch her prepare and a smile subconsciously surfaces. Jiheon does brighten up your day in more ways than one.

“Seeya later, Oppa.” After a kiss on your cheek, Jiheon waves and heads to school, leaving you all alone in her room to dress up.

Your clothes are neatly folded in her dresser; you’re surprised there’s space in there. You have a small stack of them in the bottom drawer. You’re not surprised at the lack of your university hoodie since Jiheon wears that all the time, even when it’s warm outside. So after you put on some casual attire, you take one of her windbreakers without feeling any guilt at the temporary theft.

You’re about to leave the well-maintained home, your bag neatly placed in a designated corner in the living room. Despite having visited Jiheon many times now, you’ve barely run into anyone else, not even the other house members. Usually, Jiheon was the first one up, so if you wanted a chance of a quickie, at least before school, you’d have to be up even earlier to make it to the household.

Then, your string of luck is cut short. Saerom pops out from the hallway. You’re not even sure about your first reaction. You haven’t been ignoring her, per se, but you haven’t been actively texting her like you were weeks ago. But all awkwardness falls wayside to seeing the gorgeous woman with her messy hair and casual pajamas.

“You’ve been spending an awful lot of time in there, you simp.”

“Mmm yeah… studying and all.”

“Well, you gotta spare some time for me. Remember our deal?”

Shit, that’s right, the deal: Saerom helps you hook up with Jiheon; you give Saerom one good night. She held up her end of the bargain, arranging the mutual tutoring sessions for you which subsequently let you bed Jiheon. Now, the ball’s in your court.

Give her what she wants. Just fuck her smoking hot body. You’ll enjoy it too.

“You’re making me feel like a debt collector,” Saerom says. “Like I have to twist your arm or something.”

“I’m sorry. Obviously, insanely, incredibly obviously, I want to pay you back. But I gotta head to school for a while. Collect some assignments, y’know.”

You’re unsure why you made the excuse since it’s not like Jiheon would skip class and come home to catch the two of you fucking. And even if she does, who cares? It’s not like Jiheon is your girlfriend or anything, yet her exclusivity clause has made you more reluctant to meet up—seems a lot like an actual relationship when you think about it.

This isn’t like you though. The Hyun you once were would have jumped Saerom on the spot.

You turn to grab your stuff and leave the house and a fuming Lee Saerom standing dumbfounded by the door. A part of you even regrets it. Why? There won’t be any consequences anyways.

Saerom shakes her head. “Oh, and you had enough time to…” She sighs and then bites her lip. “No, I’m being silly too. So not tonight either?”

“Nah. Way too much this week,” you say.

“Alright. I understand.” She smiles. “I guess I’ll see you next time you’re here or something?”

“Sure.”

On the way out, you borrow Jiheon’s umbrella while you’re at it.

~~~~~~

You weren’t lying when you mentioned collecting some assignments. You stumble your way across campus, shuffling past the sea of students and returning to mediocrity.

Speaking of mediocrity, you meet Joon at the entrance of the lecture theater, his sleeves slightly damp from the rain. You’ve spent so much time outside of your apartment that you haven’t really seen your roommate that much. Rather, you’ve been meeting his loved ones more than him.

“How many nights are you going to stay out? I bet you’re too busy fucking other girls to come back home?”

As the two of you enter the lecture hall, you don’t see your professor but rather her assistant. Somi stands by the lectern with stacks of papers on the table next to her. She isn’t trying to look hot at all—you can tell by the baggy gray sweatpants—but all she needs to show off her enticing curves is her simple tight tee. The university’s dance club logo is distorted by the shape of her chest, and you’ve spent too long doing boob mathematics.

Arms crossed, she stares at you. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”

Somi’s definitely still piqued even though it has been weeks since the party incident. Joon, oblivious to the situation, simply waves at her and heads down to collect his assignment from her.

She slowly flips through the stack of papers and passes Joon his paper. “You’re barely passing this class. Get your shit together or you’ll eventually fail.”

He scratches his head and nods meekly.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. An invitation to hang out by Chae. You groan and shove your phone back into the pocket before following Joon and grabbing hold of your own paper from the stack. Not only have your grades massively improved since the start of college, but they have long surpassed Joon’s.

“So…” Somi taps the lectern. “You have your smart little tutor helping you out.”

She gives Joon a look which you immediately understand—he certainly does not. Her mouth barely curls up into a smirk, and her eyes somehow smolder subtly.

“Um, hey, Hyun, mind hooking me up with this tutor?” Joon asks, pushing up his glasses.

You laugh at his face, not even trying to hide your disdain. “Hooking you up? Yeah, right. You have nothing to offer her in return.”

“Money?”

“Sorry Joon, I doubt she has the time.”

Joon raises his hand. “I mean, you can just tell me who—”

“Shh.” Somi doesn’t physically push Joon aside, but with her dismissive tone, he might as well have been shoved. She turns to you. “Hey, Hyun.”

Even in her simple T-shirt and jeans, she makes you tense up with her intense gaze. In fact, your feet are stuck in place when she steps closer to you. “What’s up?” you ask.

She lowers her tone. “When are you gonna man up and fuck me? Or are you stuck with your little angel?”

You clear your throat and take a breath. “Ms. Jeon. If we don’t have any… relevant academic concerns, then I’ll be moving on to my next class.”

“Pfft.” Somi rolls her eyes. “Since when did you talk like that? Did you get that from—”

“Alright, gotta go!” you exclaim, dragging Joon out of the classroom; Somi’s still giggling from inside the room.

Joon looks at you with creased brows as he tidies the books in his bag.

You tell him, “Gotta be careful around Somi. She’s a good TA but she can be weird sometimes.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that.” He scratches his head. “She’s always asking me about you.”

“How sharp of you. Just, uh, tell her I’m really busy if she asks.”

“Sure?”

“Thanks. Anyway, Joon.” Place a hand on his shoulder. “I won’t see you later at home.”

��Yeah, whatever. I’m used to it. Oh, by the way, that”—he points at the umbrella hanging off your backpack—“looks really familiar. Hah, that’s a funny coincidence.”

You’re sure he’d be up in tears at the coincidence. Doubt it’d be from laughter.

~~~~~~

You were lying when you told Saerom you’d be busy in the evening. You’re not sure why you did. Were you honestly feeling guilt toward Jiheon? Feeling an actual semblance of loyalty, you might have come up with the excuse on the spot. However, you figured you might as well do something productive with the time. You wouldn’t have bothered following through with Chaeyoung’s unusually curt invitation—“We need to meet”—but the karaoke place is only a stone’s throw away from the campus, and at this hour, most students are either home or getting two hours of sleep on a desk in the library.

When her first action upon your entrance to the private booth isn’t jumping on you in a blazing kiss, you’re already confused.

“Hi.”

You wave at her, tilting your head. “Hey?”

In your conversation with Chaeyoung, you just nod and reply dryly, more observant of her expressions than the actual words out of her mouth. Is she mad at you? Horny for you? Something in between? You’re only familiar with the latter, having never seen her so conflicted—when it comes to cumming on your cock, she’s always so confident.

Just an offhand mention of Joon from you, and she walks out.

Definitely not horny then.

You’re surprised at yourself; you never tune someone out like that. Too late now. You consider singing a couple songs but then figure that you might as well go home and actually get some work done.

On your way out, you grab a beer and start drinking it as you leave the karaoke room and head to a bus stop.

You’ve never thought about your actual relationship with Chaeyoung at this level of depth before. What’s the point? Are you just fucking with your roommate? You down your can of beer while deep in your thoughts before you toss it to a nearby trash can.

An unseen hand clasps your shoulder. “I should’ve known you’d lie by now.”

So coincidence’s comedy set isn’t done yet.

You have to hold back a lot of things: first, a yelp at your surprise, then an overt expression of embarrassment, and finally, a gulp at the severity of Saerom’s voice. Turning around, you see the woman glare up at you with arms crossed. Clear your throat. You can’t hide the awkwardness in your smile. “Uh. I didn’t realize I’d see my teacher around here.”

“I’m not your teacher, but I’m basically your loan shark.” Saerom scoffs and shakes her head. “This is ridiculous. I feel like I’m in fucking high school again chasing a guy like this.”

While you’re flattered, the threat weighs more significantly in your mind.

“I was planning on blowing off some steam with a few songs and more than a few drinks after you blew me off earlier today.”

Keep your tone firm. “I’m sorry.”

“So, busiest man alive, what are you doing in here? Picking up more girls?”

You can’t tell her the truth. Of course not. Therefore, silence.

Saerom tiptoes, placing her breathy voice next to your left ear. “You could be in me instead.”

She places her hand behind your neck; her stare is all-consuming, all-fixating.

“Fine,” you say.

“Oh, don’t act like I’m pulling your teeth. You want this.”

Give her a non-commital grunt, then grab her hand off your neck and pull her out of the karaoke studio.

The bus stop is right outside the shopping mall, and the bus is only a few traffic lights away. It’s not even fall, yet the wait in the open is freezing cold apart from the warmth breathing down your neck as Saerom stands behind you. She presses her chest against your back and wraps a hand around your waist to cup your crotch. The sidewalks aren’t exactly bustling, though they aren’t empty either, so you’re surprised at her boldness in public.

“I’m using this cock all night.”

Saerom feels you twitch under her hold and smirks; she has you in the palm of her hand more than literally. When she rubs you through the thick denim, you shiver again, this time not because of the cold.

“Don’t cum yet, big boy. I want every drop of your cum in me.”

Thank god the bus arrived, much to Saerom’s frustration. Her toying with you is cut short and the two of you board the bus. It’s almost full but you manage to spot a pair of seats for the two of you. Move into the inner seat and wait for Saerom to get onto the one next to you.

Instead of the seat, she sits on your lap.

Can’t hold back this gulp.

Saerom turns back and whispers, “You really like to keep people waiting, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Of course, I know what happened with Somi last time. Now she’s on your ass.”

Speaking of ass, you’re absolutely silenced by Saerom’s as she grinds into you, your clothed erection fitting snugly between the soft cheeks despite her jeans. This is barely first base, yet you’re tense like it’s your first time.

“Ah, whatever, good luck with that. Like I said, I’m using this dick all night when we get to your place.”

Anyone else, in any other situation, would be filled to the brim with excitement. But for once in your life, you’re not firmly in control. Any claim to firmness would be usurped by Saerom’s butt.

There’s an old lady, a suit-clad man, a couple of drunk girls, all of whom are right next to the two of you. That doesn’t stop Saerom from budging herself down, rocking her hips back and forth.

You have to clench your jaw.

Your hands find their way to her hip. You’re not sure if they’re there to assist or stop her. However, as soon as Saerom notices it, she grabs hold of them and moves them to her tummy.

“Keep touching me. I know you can’t resist it.”

Suddenly, you’re flustered by her brazen advance. Take a quick glance around. Some eyes are on you: the drunken girls giggle while the salaryman shoots jealousy-filled daggers at you. However, nothing can distract you from the ravishing woman teasing you on your lap.

Your hands sweep under Saerom’s crop top and creep towards her breasts. All onlookers instantly look away in embarrassment. Saerom gasps and leans on your shoulder as soon as you cup them. You give them a squeeze or two, feeling up the firm flesh as an early appetizer for what’s to come, before your hands find a new target.

They shift downwards and caress her toned abs. Move even lower and slip them past the waistband of her jeans and panties. Before you reach the coveted prize, she grabs them and pulls them out.

“Nuh-uh. You made me wait, now it’s your turn.”

The wait on the bus has never felt so long before, especially since no further words are exchanged; it doesn’t help that you’ve become Saerom’s ride for the night.

Screw your business degree. Drop out. Who cares?

You’ve already become a chairman anyway. Wouldn’t mind keeping the position either.

Blocks of apartments fly past you and your fingers impatiently tap Saerom, waiting and waiting for the bus to reach your destination. Alas, the ten minute journey comes to an end. You shift Saerom off your lap and pull her off the bus and into the lobby.

Hop onto the elevator. She taps her feet while waiting for the doors to close. When it finally does, she jumps you aggressively, pressing her lips onto yours and kissing you. You’re trapped between her arms as she catches you off guard, but you know that you wouldn’t want to leave.

You do leave when the elevator rings and the doors open. You don’t even need to see to navigate your floor. With more than enough practice, you stuff your keys into the keyhole and unlock your apartment.

It’s funny how often this happens. By now, you’ve probably entered your apartment with a woman’s lips against yours more often than not. Your previous one-night stands, Chaeyoung, Jiheon, now Saerom. The question is whether or not you remember to close the door. Good on you for pulling the knob this time. To be fair, you’re often too drunk to bother with that, though you’re dangerously close to blacking out with the combination of Saerom’s forceful kiss and her shapely ass in your hands.

You pull away from the kiss momentarily. “Joon, stay in your room! I’ve got—”

As Saerom interrupts you with her lips, she pushes you onto the wall, lifting her leg and wrapping it around you. “Who the fuck cares about him?”

“Goddammit. You’re right.”

You throw away all other thoughts as Saerom tightens her hold on you, then she crashes against you once more. Your combined bodies stumble across the living room, each vying for dominance as you both try to press each other against walls. She closes her eyes, immersing herself, and you follow suit to focus on the connection of your mouths. You’ll never tire of the sweet saltiness of lip balm and saliva. With your limited senses, you think you hear quiet footsteps—then, a slam, and you’re not sure why Joon even bothered with sneaking past. He must have been unable to take the commotion and left the apartment. But since the rare times you’re back home are whenever you have a girl over, why is he still surprised at this point? Discard the useless, and your hands graze through her long black hair.

In a contest of who stumbles harder, Saerom wins, finding a spot on your wall and leaning against it. You give her no rest as you dive into her mouth once again. Your tongue is as eager as hers and it dances a dance to the sound of imaginary music.

When she pulls away, the sloppiness of the kiss builds a tiny bridge of saliva between your lips. The music slows as you examine her idyllic visage; she could so easily be a supermodel. You’ve been with many women, though none are as immediately striking as Saerom in her features, especially her strong jawline and the natural angle to her eyes which intensifies her gaze whether she’s scolding you or melting at your kiss: when she looks at you, it’s as if she’s telling you to do something, anything—don’t stand still—and when she tells you to do something, you better do it.

Taking off her jacket is a test of self-control because you have to use all your power to not use all your power and tear the expensive apparel off. Then, you tug at the hem of her top. She raises her arms to let you pull off her crop top, and you do the same for her to strip your T-shirt. After you’ve unclasped her bra, both of you spent a couple breaths checking each other’s toned body out. But why stop there when there’s so much more to explore?

Saerom kneels before you, and after expertly unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your jeans, she pulls them along with your boxers to the floor. Your hard and aching dick is exposed, and Saerom finally sees what she’s been feeling against her ass on the bus ride, what she’s been craving for for the past few hours. Before she gets back on her feet, she leaves a quick parting gift in the form of a slow long lick from the base of your shaft to the already leaking tip.

You shudder once at the slight sensation of her tongue, then shudder again at the sudden lack. Protest all you want, but the only thing that leaves your lips is a grunt. In your awe, you’re motionless. So Saerom shoves you into action and smirks as she turns around. Hastily unbuttoning her pants, she bends over and pulls them down. The denim looks like leggings on her body. That’s how tight they fit on her. She has to wiggle her ass to bring them down. You were already predisposed to an addiction to her curves, the mere suggestion of her round shape underneath the blue fabric enough to hook you in, though seeing the true form in the flesh is the final dose you need.

She leaps back in front of you and holds the back of your head. Saerom then pushes you into the crook of her neck where you begin to kiss and suck. Your eyes soon find their way up, catching sight of her subtly muscled back through the mirror on the wall.

Saerom knows. She knows so well. While your stumbling around the apartment and room seemed erratic, unplanned, she saw the mirror in the living room and pushed you on the wall opposite, setting up a perfect view of her ass. Why have you been holding out for this long? Grab it. Both hands. Steady and firm.

“I know what you’re staring at. You wanna fuck my gorgeous ass, don’t you? Mhm, that’s right. It’d be the tightest hole to grip your cock.”

Verbal reply unnecessary, you thumb at the entrance.

“Nuh-uh. You have to earn it first. Make me cum.”

That, you can do.

Saerom moves to the empty space next to you and slightly bends over. You find yourself on your knees and behind her butt, eyes glued on the meaty flesh. A very familiar power soon compels you to glue your face onto them. With your cheeks against hers, you feel their warmth and begin to kiss all over them. When you knead Saerom’s firm thighs, she can’t hold in her disarming giggles.

Your mouth moves at random—a soft peck on her inner thighs, a longer smooch on her pussy—but you know where its final destination should be. Steer towards between Saerom’s ass cheeks and towards the puckered hole at which your tongue naturally sticks out. With your fingers, you start to trace slow lines along her labia. You’re a sliver away from your obscene meal.

“I know you. You’re always the one toying with people,” Saerom says, narrowing her eyes. “No, no, right now, you’re my toy. I know my ass alone can do that.”

She’s right. Her behind is too magnificent for anyone to resist, not even you with your countless experiences. You’ve never needed anything more than to have your face smothered in her buttcheeks. With that taut hole right there, what else can you do but push your tongue forward and spread the hole open? Several slow licks and careful nudges, you savor the taste of her ass—this might be your last taste of manna from heaven.

Your cock has already been hardening as you made out with the stunning woman and watched her strip in front of you; however, the most noble honor, the most venerable act, the gift of eating her ass brings your throbbing erection to an unbearable solidity. This is always the best part, when fantasy becomes material, and with Saerom, your tongue down her rear entrance was your holy grail the moment you saw her—well, the moment you saw her walk away. So you’re not so much thinking about the flavor or the tightness of her hole, but rather, you’re in a lazy daze, tongue-fucking her like it’s her first time anally.

But, when you take your time to eat her, Saerom is disappointed. After all, you’ve kept her waiting for weeks.

"I'm sick of this. I wanna hurry up and go home right now."

You can’t let her leave, not when you have her naked in your apartment, ready to be fucked. Upping the ante, you shove some fingers into her dripping hole, which draws a sharp gasp from Saerom. Your fingers and tongue work together to give her what she wants. You never allow a hole to stay unfilled, to be unsatisfied by friction for too long.

Saerom takes in the pleasure from the dual attack, her legs beginning to tremble at the escalation. Her voice becomes higher too. “Yes, yes! Keep going and make me cum.”

She shifts more of her body weight towards the wall and pushes her butt outward, an obvious invitation for you to go further. Your fingers brush her walls, in search of her g-spot, and a thumb runs across her dripping lips before pressing onto her clit. She throws her head back, lets out a deeper moan. As her body quivers above, you sense her impending orgasm.

And so you pull away.

Saerom lets out a long whine upon the loss of contact; before she can react further, you sweep her off the floor, carry her to your bedroom, and throw her onto the bed. She’s trembling, betrayal in her eyes, pouty lips.

“P-please—cum, cum, I need, n-need to…”

Once she snaps out of her trance, you pull out lube. (Haven’t used it in a while since the only times you fuck Chaeyoung are at love motels nowadays.) By the time Saerom is fully aware of what’s happening, she can’t even make eye contact with you: all the confidence has faded, most likely gone with the rest of her thoughts. She looks empty, must be feeling empty too.

After coating your middle digit with lube, you tease around her anal entrance. Your pointer traces circles around the puckering hole, and she’s begging with her eyes, catlike but soft in her needs. Therefore, you indulge her. That soaked finger presses into her asshole, and already, the flesh clings tight as you increment the knuckle depth of your penetration.

Slow and steady, as your digit prods further in her asshole, Saerom lets out air from between her lips like a pinched balloon. That shuddery exhalation becomes a loud gasp when you complete the probing, your middle finger swallowed. She wants to profane, moan, and stop any more of her breath from leaving her lungs, lest she go dizzy. Her knuckles are white; she can’t squeeze your sheets any harder.

You grin. “So this is what I’m going to be fucking.”

Saerom wants to retort so badly, but anything that comes out of her mouth becomes a gibberish groan when you slide your finger in and out of her tight hole. Her eyes flicker up and down your body but eventually fixates on your throbbing cock.

You know what she wants; you want it just as badly. When you pull your finger out, her asshole gapes the slightest bit. Impatiently, you squeeze out more lube and rub it across your length, then spread whatever is leftover around her hole. Pull her legs up to your shoulders while you perfectly position your cock at her entrance. Even looking at the lube-slathered tip of your dick kissing her asshole, you can’t imagine your girth actually fitting inside. You ease yourself in, but no slowness on your part can stop the tightness from drawing a deep groan out of you.

She wasn’t lying: this was a downright strain, a stranglehold on your cock pushing forward— in your time leching around, the most snug hole you’ve ever had the pleasure of thrusting into. Your mind is not a mind; it is a collection of a million tiny needles tickling you inside your head, a depth of gratification that should be impossible in a single penetration. Yet, the prickles ripple.

As you slam the rest of your cock into Saerom’s back door, her body ripples too. Look at the cycle of expressions across her face. Pain, then joy, then lust. After you withdraw a fraction of your shaft, you shove yourself back in. Though the speed of your penetration only increases marginally, the control of power has long switched, and any cycle she’s experiencing converges towards one emotion: desperation. Saerom, more than having any semblance of control—more than even breathing—needs to cum on your cock.

You bend over to push her legs closer to her chest and fold her in half. Then, lean closer to her ear, brushing aside her hair, and whisper, “I’m using this ass all night.”

This time, when you pull out of her ass, you leave only your tip inside. There is no apartment, no roommate, no umbrella, no assignments, nothing and nothing and nothing. Needles dance and disappear and the most sensitive part of your body is strangled and you’re so lucky to have Saerom rock her hips in need, attempting to push herself back onto you. Why are you gasping? Why now? You’ve already felt this but it’s so intense that you need more: just a few seconds without the complete subsumption of your cock, and you need to bury yourself back inside. Relentlessly, her asshole maintains its vice grip around your shaft despite you having stretched it out mere moments ago.

You begin to truly fuck her ass, removing not more than half of your cock before bottoming out with immense force each time. It is an incomparable exhiliration; even your first time fucking Chaeyoung’s ass wasn’t nearly as intense—you were using her petite body more like a cocksleeve, but this anal sex with Saerom is a mutual kaleidoscope of pleasure. Each time her buttcheeks slam into your crotch, she lets out a cry while you continue to mold her asshole to the shape of your cock. Her chest bounces with each of your thrusts and you instinctively reach up to grope them and pinch her nipples. You then slap her breasts which causes her to shriek in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Between gasps, she taunts, “She doesn’t, ahh, she doesn’t let you fuck her like this, right?”

Saerom hits a nerve in you with those words, your blood boiling—at least it matches the heat in the rest of your primal self. But why? Why do you feel so defensive about it? Though you’re pistoning her with such reckless abandon, you still manage to leave a corner in your brain. That corner has enough space for guilt; now that’s a new one. You made a promise to Jiheon, and even in her most delirious and impulsive state, Saerom manages to strip away at your dishonesty. So your hands find a perfect place around her neck and as your hold on her neck tightens, so does her ass. Her eyes widen; so does her smile.

Your eyes widen too. As you let go to give her a few seconds of air, your thoughts swirl and bubble up. Be truthful to Jiheon, about Chaeyoung, about Saerom, about everyone you’ve ever fucked around with. Be the exact changed man Jiheon thinks you are. Be better; be better; be in real, honest control—

Pop.

Guess that happens with all the needles.

In a fluke of lucidity, Saerom scoffs, wrestling a sliver of control back for herself—only to give it up again. “Forget it, just, please, ch-choke me harder!”

Falling back to earth while Saerom sinks into, you choke her again. She’s right. Forget it. Forget it all. Be nothing. Her half-lidded eyes urge you on to carry on fucking her harshly, to use her body as you please, to lose control—no guilt, no more. Your hand moves down and digs into her splayed pussy, and audible squelches can be heard from below. With two holes filled and stretched, Saerom is utterly overwhelmed, her constant stream of moans turning into sharp cries.

“It’s too much! Too much!”

Moans aren’t the only thing constantly streaming; her cunt becomes an endless tap of her nectar when her orgasm hits her. What a mess, all over your lower bodies. You withdraw your fingers, letting her asshole naturally clench around your cock, lengthening her climax. Your shaft struggles to keep up its work pumping into Saerom’s ass—the strain on it has grown too much—so you resort to grinding against her. Still, you don’t ease off on the pressure: you continue to rub her clit while she comes down from her high.

Despite all of this, you have not cum yet; Saerom shifts off your cock to change that. She pushes you onto the mattress and against the headrest, then she backs up against you. Again, you’re surprised at her sudden clarity.

“Don’t think I’m done with you,” she says. “I still need your cum in me.”

You find yourself in the same position as an hour ago on the bus. Saerom grinds into you, this time your dick fitting snugly into her already gaped hole. You tense up once again, momentarily lost on what to do next.

“I did say I was going to use this dick all night. And I believe you have waited long enough.”

With the same feistiness as when she started, Saerom grinds on your lap and squeezes your cock. Her hips slide back and forth, to and fro, accelerating at least as fast as the damn bus. Your chin rests on her neck, and at first, your arms are wrapped around her sweaty torso. However, you can tell she needs more freedom of movement to really wring your dick dry. Your hands roam her body, one moving down to her dripping core while the other reaches for her chest.

You feel remnants of her cum staining her thighs as you feel them up before reaching her pussy. Again, it’s so wet you can hear it when you finger it. Meanwhile, cupping her chest, you play with her stiff nubs, jiggling her tits like stress toys, before you pull her back so that she’s leaning against your body. From behind, your mouth latches onto her sharp jaw, down her neck to leave some marks, then onto her shoulders, gently sucking to the rhythm of her heavy breaths. If in your job description, you had to taste Saerom’s sweet, creamy skin, plus a hint of her salty sweat, then you wouldn’t mind working overtime—hell, you’d concede any compensation since the treat alone is payment enough. Now, there’s a trail of delicate purple bruises, and with her overly fatigued legs, anyone would know what happened to her the next day.

Regardless of any exhaustion, it doesn’t take long for Saerom to begin riding you in earnest. Her stamina and strength is incredible; you can tell by how hard she bounces through the acute tension of her asshole. She lifts herself off and then slams back down; as she does so, you thrust yourself upwards, doubling the pleasure for the two of you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeats mindlessly. “Fuck, fuck my, my fucking—god, fuck.”

And you join in the ensemble of profanity, accentuated by deep moaning. With an open palm, you strike her pussy, causing her to leak more cum. Sounds of skin slapping as well as both your soft moans echo across the room. You bite your lips to stifle your desperate groaning just as you hold back your orgasm. It’s tough holding on for this long—ever since her endless teasing at the bus stop, on the bus in front of all those strangers, when you have her lying on her back, all the way up to now.

“Shit, ssshh, just, please, cum in me. That’s what you wanted, ngh, from the start, right?” Saerom asks?

You groan in agreement and Saerom lets out a condescending chuckle.

“D-don’t hold back then. Just cum. Cum right now. Fill me, fill my ass, my fucking tummy up with your load.”

Even though you’re certainly hitting her deep in the guts, her words are a harder gut punch to you. You’re a closed container holding in all this steam, all these fireworks, all this lust. With a particularly strong clench of her tight hole around your cock, you lose your concentration and release your load. Shutting your eyes, you toss your head back while spurts of white rush out of your tip and paint Saerom’s inner walls. She quivers at the warmth and goes limp, falling against your body.

You remain stuffed inside her ass post-orgasm, preventing your cum from leaving her body. But eventually, your cock softens and slips out of her body. You push her to the side and press yourself against her. Even after sex, your obsession with her butt does not die down, your limp dick finding a comfy spot between her buttcheeks.

Saerom sinks further into the comfort of your bed and before she falls asleep, she says, “I’ll leave you and your little princess be for now, but hit me up if you want more anal fun.”

You, on the other hand, feel more spent than you’ve felt in your life, unable to come up with a reply. The shutting of your eyes is the same as the shutting of your brain, and in your dreams, you’re thinking about a woman. Not women, but a woman.

~~~~~~

“Hyun can be such an inconsiderate dick, you know?”

Chaeyoung hums in agreement while her head rests on Joon’s lap. He found shelter in her home, desperately needing some peace and comfort from his girlfriend.

“Bringing Saerom into the apartment. Heck! They were already making out before they entered the apartment.” He shakes his head as he recalls the scene.

Chaeyoung furrows her brows, not because she feels for Joon’s plight but because her thoughts begin to spiral out of control. Am I not good enough for Hyun to fuck anymore? What do Jiheon and Saerom have that I don’t?

She mutters under her breath, ��What a jerk.”

“Exactly, but that means we get to spend more time together.”

Joon tries to stroke her hair, but she sits up before he can do anything else.

Joon beats himself over forgetting Chaeyoung’s schedule; she tucks herself into bed before he joins her seconds later. He tries to hug and cuddle her, but she turns her back to Joon and shifts away, moving closer to the edge. Chaeyoung is still seething at a certain man.

He really has changed.

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Most of the time, you tried to be patient with Shuhua. When she wanted to spend an afternoon shopping, you gladly accompanied her without complaints. Clothing store after clothing store she went, as she browsed different brands, dresses, and other outfits, looking for the right one. But after the eighth store, you grew impatient.

It didn’t help that she was indecisive and impulsive and often changed her mind on an outfit just after she liked it.

By the eighth store, you doubted her intentions to ever buy anything. It’s not like you didn’t love Shuhua in different outfits, but at some point, you grew exhausted and expressed your frustration with a loud sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Shuhua asked. It didn’t seem right to complain when all she wanted was just an afternoon with you, but at some point it grew too tiresome.

“Nothing,” you lied. Another deep breath let out as you followed Shuhua around the clothing store like a puppy being led.

“Then you can help me pick something out.”

“Like what?”

“I need some new panties. Because I’m not wearing any.”

“Shuhua—”

“I know you hate this, so I thought I’d make it a little fun for you.” Shuhua let out a little smirk as she lifted herself onto the display table behind her, and sat down on a stack of neatly folded shirts. The tan frayed skirt she had on let you see her heavenly thighs that were so ridiculously thick and pale as the rest of her body—your favorite set of earmuffs.

This wasn’t the time for it, so you went to grab her wrists and pull her back down, but she refused, and with a slight lean back, those amazing legs spread wide, which let you see that she was in fact, not wearing any panties.

“The food court isn’t open yet, but wouldn’t you like a little snack, daddy?” That one little word sent a shiver down your spine, and the view in between her spread legs was more than just a snack. Shuhua’s beautiful shaved pussy was a goddamn feast—gorgeous smooth pussy lips, with pink delicious flesh that glistened with arousal. The view in front of you was a full meal, one you wanted to dive in were it not for the fact that you were well, in public, despite that it was early and not a soul was around.

“You know we can’t.”

“Why not?” Shuhua asked, with a purposeful tilt of her head.

“We’re in public, and I know you can’t be quiet when I eat your juicy little cunt.”

“But I’ll be quiet this time, I promise.” The cute look on Shuhua’s face didn’t matter, she was the biggest liar. But it was hard to walk away from something so appetizing, and deep down there was no shot you could wait.

Before the main meal came the appetizer, as she kept her legs spread for you, and you kissed her luscious thighs in several places, then licked them in small, delicate swipes. It didn’t take much for Shuhua to whine when your tongue explored her thighs, and you licked her favorite spots to be licked, those sensitive areas that always made her squirm.

“D–daddy, no more teasing,” she begged, nothing but a fatal mistake. More teasing licks on her delicious thighs as you bit them with the intent to leave marks, which made her slick drip down them, and onto the pile of formerly clean shirts underneath her. You’d make sure you’d make a big purchase at the end of this to make up for it.

“You better be quiet,” you reminded, as you dragged your tongue up and down her wet slit and gathered her sweet juices on your tongue, as Shuhua gasped louder than expected.

“What did I say?" You reprimanded, while your tongue grazed her folds, and explored the warm silky flesh of her delicious pussy.

“S–sorry, daddy,” Shuhua said. She wasn’t. It wasn’t out of character for her to be as loud as possible, even in public, just to test your limits. Before your tongue found her needy clit you shoved two fingers in her Shuhua’s mouth, who obediently accepted them.

Shuhua tasted amazing. Every exploratory flick of your tongue through her cunt was unforgettable—her nectar was sweet and tangy, and you needed more of it to whet your appetite. Shuhua was in her own world as she sucked on your fingers, happy to have something to focus on besides the tongue flicking between her drenched folds. So wet, so squirmy, and so fucking delicious Shuhua was while you ate her on the table, and suckled on her aching clit, fueled by her needy movements as she covered your fingers in her warm saliva.

“You taste so good, so fucking good," you said and sucked harsher on her swollen clit. After that, Shuhua’s amazing creamy thighs squeezed tightly around your head and suffocated you, not that you needed to breathe when you could just inhale the delicious aroma of her pussy.

More messy slurps, as you savored the feeling of your head trapped between her perfect thighs. Silky soft flesh pressed against your cheeks while your tongue frantically fucked her needy hole, and your lips sealed around her sensitive nub and slurped like a hungry animal.

Shuhua’s muffled moans grew more muted the more she took your wet fingers down her throat, until she gagged on them, and drool leaked down her lips. Meanwhile, your tongue and lips never let up, until you felt her trembled body signal what her mouth couldn’t. Shuhua’s heavenly thighs gripped tighter, and you’d never been more thankful to have your head crushed by such a pair of legs while you sent her spiraling towards climax, as she smeared her delicious juices across your face.

“So fucking delicious,” you said, while Shuhua regretfully released her thighs around your face, as you cleaned her up. No less than a few seconds went by, as you lifted her down the display table, with an idea of your own. “Come here.”

Shuhua barely had any recovery time, nor time to put her skirt down as you found what you were looking for—a discreet corner that had a security camera pointed outwards. “Daddy, what are—”

No explanation was given as you shoved two fingers up her wet cunt and frantically fucked her hole.

“Daddy! I’m still sensitive!“ Shuhua cried out, as her legs buckled while your dripping fingers went in and out in a harsh rhythm.

“Don’t care." After her back was pressed against the wall, you slid fingers mercilessly in and out of her cunt and overstimulated her to tears.

"Daddy! Please—" you cupped her mouth and stopped any additional words from leaving.

"Quiet, slut. You don't want to get kicked out of your favorite store, do you?" Shuhua shook her head.

Whimpering moans attempted an escape while two fingers plunged in and out of her greedy cunt, hitting the right spot as you curled them. The pace never slowed, and Shuhua hit one climax after another, making an absolute mess on your fingers as she dripped everywhere, until she could barely stand.

“Had enough?” Shuhua nodded without saying a word. “Let’s go home, I’m tired.”

“N–no...” Shuhua said weakly as she finally spoke up.

“No?” you repeated.

“Wan–want you to fuck me.” Shuhua sounded faint, her words slurred like she was delirious from pleasure.

“I will. When we go home.”

“N–no, fuck me now, daddy,” Shuhua said. Her words were less demanding, and more pleading, with a hint of desperation in them as you looked in her glazed-over eyes. Still, you had no intention of staying any longer in this place and already had tested your luck twice.

“Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me now, I can’t wait until we’re home, I need you to breed me now!” Shuhua had grown dangerously loud, and rather than bother with more futile attempts to silence her, you knew it would be better just to cave in. Patience certainly wasn’t a word in her vocabulary.

Until now, there hadn’t been anyone around, but you weren’t sure how long that was going to last as you glanced around the store, looking for a sanctuary. There was only one option you saw.

“Fine, you needy little slut,” you hissed and grabbed her wrist, then led her to the dressing room nearby, and entered the last one in the row, thankful once again there wasn’t an attendant to wonder why you were going in without any clothes to try on. Almost tempted to leave the door open, you closed it shut and locked her in with you.

“Gonna fucking ruin you, and I’m not covering your mouth this time.” Shuhua let out a shy smile as she broke eye contact, and your words made her drip down her already stained thighs. It took only a few steps towards Shuhua until you backed her against the dressing room mirror, as you began to undress, and yanked your pants and boxers down to your ankles. Shuhua licked her lips and began dropping to her knees, but you stopped her.

“Don’t move. I should fuck that pretty mouth and paint your slutty face, but you don’t deserve to taste my cock until we get home.”

“Daddy…” Shuhua whined, as a cute unsatisfied pout formed on her face. Meanwhile, two of your fingers made their way into her dripping heat, slowly pumping until they were coated, and you pushed them into Shuhua’s mouth and made her taste herself.

“You already got your wish, don’t be greedy. If you wanna act like a slut then I’ll fuck you like one.”

Shuhua flashed the brightest smile you’d ever seen. Without warning, you hiked her skirt up, grabbed her tight body, and pinned her against the mirror, as you slammed your cock into her hungry cunt and filled her to the hilt.

“Daddy!” Shuhua moaned, as her soaked walls clenched around your shaft. It felt so good to hear her moan uninterrupted again, but you demanded more, while you held her up by squeezing handfuls of her plump bare ass and rammed yourself deep into her pussy.

“Gonna make you fucking scream,” you growled, no longer concerned with tact or anything else, as you fucked Shuhua against the dressing room mirror without mercy. If you were going to get kicked out, you might as well make it worth it.

“Pound me, daddy! Pound me, pound me, pound me!” she begged, a broken record of endless ecstasy. Not that you didn’t plan on that already—you were going to pound her like a nail, with her body being a beautiful painting to pin against the wall. Despite not having any more worries, you still hoped the dressing room silenced at least some of Shuhua’s desperate moans, because within seconds her cries of pleasure grew to an ear-piercing level. But she didn’t seem to care, nor did you.

One repeated thrust after the next as you pistoned into Shuhua’s tight warm hole, as her legs wrapped around your waist and ensured your cock was buried into heavenly warmth. The mirror shook so violently you braced for an impact that never happened, surprised when not even a crack was heard, and you were grateful for its existence, as it allowed the perfect view of your shaft as it plunged into the extreme tightness of Shuhua’s warmth.

“Happy now? My pretty little slut just couldn’t wait one moment to be fucked senseless?”

“N–no, daddy, I couldn’t wait. I needed your cock so fucking bad. I can’t wait to walk out of here with your cum dripping out of me.” For such an innocent-looking girl, Shuhua had such a filthy mouth.

Swift movements you made while you kept Shuhua’s body pinned and thrusted hard and fast with accompanied loud grunts and groans that equally matched the volume of her own desperate cries. “Such a pretty girl. Daddy loves this tight little pussy so much I might fill you up with two loads.”

Shuhua could hardly keep her eyes open, she was too overwhelmed with pleasure, as your cock hit the perfect angle and repeatedly stretched her out. “You’re gonna make me cum again, daddy! Fuck me, fuck me until you dump your load in me! Please, daddy!”

Maybe it was a blessing that neither of you had much left, as the cacophony of moans in the small stall grew louder and louder, that it seemed at any second your fun was going to be interrupted by a knock at the door.

Nevertheless, that only fueled your desires and stoked the fire in your loins, as you pounded her somehow even harder into the mirror. The loud thud of your body crashing against hers repeated as her body tensed up around you and the delicious wet squelch of her cunt was music to your ears.

Shuhua couldn’t even form anything that resembled syllables, too far gone down the road of pleasure, and just like that she came harder than she ever had—her fluttering walls squeezed the life out of your cock, her moans turned into shrieks, and her juices leaked everywhere as her thighs vibrated uncontrollably around your body.

It grew impossible to hold out any longer, with the way her wetness smeared everywhere, and the look in Shuhua’s lustful eyes, it was simply impossible.

“Gonna cum.” The two words were the last thing you said, and with just a small number of harsh thrusts, you buried your cock into the depths of her pussy and erupted. It was an eruption that felt like an eternity, fingers dug into her soft fleshy cheeks, and you incessantly slammed your cock deeper than you thought was possible until you were drained and satisfied.

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you for breeding me so much, my pussy feels so warm and full.” Only tired glances were exchanged, as you rested your forehead against hers and noses touched.

“We should get out of here. Somebody is really going to find us.” Shuhua let out a gentle nod in agreement, finally agreeing with you.

Yet it was difficult to leave her warmth, now filled to the brim with your cream, but the sooner you got out of there the sooner you would be able to ruin her again. Your cum dripped out of her like a waterfall, and you felt nothing but guilt for whoever had to clean up this mess. Hand in hand you left, without even a chance for Shuhua to clean up, who walked out without shame as your thick load continued dripping down her creamy thighs that were made even creamier.

“It’s still leaking inside me, daddy,” Shuhua whispered. The temptation lingered to take her back in for another round, but you already made a flawless escape, and it was too big of a risk. The fact that you knew she was dripping with cum after every step made up for it and put the biggest smile on your face.

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