#because the guys in the back look just as ready to fuck you up as Fred holdin' it down in the front

[lovieku]

HANDS ON ME ⋆ 정국

𐙚 if you like what you see, baby put your hands on me.

it’s about to look like jeongguk’s birthday everyday with you.

based on this ask

from the grande series ୨ৎ

pairing: nerd!jk x popular!fem reader

genre: smut

ratings: 18+ / mdni

warnings: lower case intended, jk is inexperienced and sooo whipped, it’s his birthday!!! and he’s getting it hhhh, lowk dom!oc x sub!jk, size kink, tit play, dry humping, brief coochie play, cum eating omfg, blow job, cutest babies ever

word count: 3.9k

a/n: first thing i saw this morning was that ask, so of course i had to write this. like THANK U ANON that was such a good idea yes yes yes. hope u enjoy 🩷🩷

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jeongguk didn’t wish for his birthday party to look like this.

the second he casually mentioned that his parents would be out of town on the very same day he would turn 21, his small friend group (consisting of the two nerdiest guys in college, probably even battling him for the top spot) took it on them to turn what he imagined would be a calm, quiet night spent with the comfort of jimin and taehyung in front of video games into a contending rival of a literal frat party. in his own house. when he never approved of it, nor asked for it.

there’s an inestimable amount of faces he has never seen before this moment, but they all seem to know him, congratulating him every time he comes in their vision. then, they go back to drinking, kissing, soft-fucking on his couch, and seemingly pumping up the volume of the music more and more with each blasting and ungraceful song.

that is probably why he’s struggling a bit more than he usually does with breathing. he’s a huge germaphobe, and having all these strangers barge into his space and lean on every possible surface with their greasy, alcohol stained hands has him close to hyperventilating.

he still hasn’t figured out how his two friends did it, but they managed to involve what looked like the whole uni into coming at jeongguk’s 21st birthday party like it was an unmissable event. it truly did seem like one, though, the birthday boy looking around in a confused awe and realizing this is all he’s ever missed from his teenage years. meh. not all that.

what really got him struggling to breathe is you. you, the most popular girl in college, talks about you on the mouths of all guys and girls in the hallways, loved yet envied by every single one of them, are here. and when you greeted him, you did so with a kiss for each of his cheeks. he stood there like he truly was going to let his lungs stop working, and you just smiled up at him through your long lashes and big eyes.

you’re not popular for the cliché reasons a girl in college might be. you’re not mean, you don’t square uncool people from head to toe with a judging look, you’re not known to be scary and unapproachable. the reason why you’re surrounded by a devoted swarm of bees is because you’re the literal definition of an angel.

an angel always ready to help anyone who seems like struggling, flash them with pearly whites, and be impossible to resist with bug, wide eyes conveying all your most honest emotions.

you’re known for genuine reasons. he’s never even heard many rumors about you, and if he did he assumed it was coming from way too envious people. the only thing he allowed himself to believe about your privacy, is that you’re very caring in bed.

he won’t admit it, feels disgusting for it, but he’s touched himself to that thought a couple of times. maybe more.

it doesn’t matter now, because you’re closer to him than you’ve ever been, and you sit in the overwhelming circle that has formed on the floor of his living room, people he has never even talked to proposing games and pushing drinks into his hand since he’s now 21.

unlike most people, that number doesn’t mean a lot to him. he’s not that thrilled about the knowledge that he can now get his hands on anything that was previously denied to him, alcohol and substances of those sorts. he never liked them, and he doesn’t think he will just because of this newfound freedom.

he’s now getting the full experience when someone, sharp-eyed and drunk on audacity, spots the wooden door to his dad’s wine cellar left slightly ajar and suggests seven minutes in heaven with the kind of enthusiasm jeongguk imagines newton felt when that apple hit his head.

on his right, jimin panics for jeongguk, “you’re not going to fuck in mr. jeon’s wine cellar.”

“who said anything about fucking?” dahye, a friend of yours, the complete opposite of you with a mean aura and sliced eyes, intervenes and has everyone laughing.

jimin rolls his eyes and plops down from where he straightened up on his knees, and jeongguk stays silent. he gave up fighting long ago, when the first drink spilled on his carpet.

he just gives a tight-lipped smile when his blonde friend tries an apologetic look, shaking his head and studying the room. jeongguk gulps when his eyes inevitably fall on yours, and he finds you already staring, an intensity he hasn’t seen often. when he’s sure he’s perfectly resembling a deer caught in headlights, you tilt your head amusedly, and he hastily focuses back down on his lap.

“well, since jimin is so afraid we’re gonna break his boyfriend’s stuff,” dahye continues, feeding off the childish chuckles coming from around her, and maybe also off jimin’s annoyed glare, “why don’t we let the birthday boy go first?”

at that, jeongguk’s head snaps up, his fluffy hair bouncing with the sudden movement, and he looks around wide eyed. he’s not sure what the game entails, he just knows something is supposed to happen, but he’s not sure exactly what the people hungrily gawking at him are expecting.

taehyung is about to add something when dahye interrupts once again, resting her hand on your lap beside her, “he can go with ___. i know that would make his day.”

sitting at her left, you’re the only one who doesn’t laugh at the sneaky implication; instead, you glare at your friend, who shrugs in response.

both jimin and taehyung fall in total silence, their eyes alarmingly looking at their friend in the middle. jeongguk seems a hundred times more panicked, but not because of the same reasons.

while his two best friends are simply excited at the prospect of jeongguk’s every dream coming true, eagerly expecting a positive answer from his mouth, jeongguk’s whole focus is on you, and your seemingly impassive face. his mind spins with haunting worries, giving at least twenty different interpretations to the way you’re looking at him, brows subtly twitching up.

he clumsily parts his lips to say something, but with absolutely no senseful thought swarming his brain, nothing comes out.

a beat of anticipated silence goes by before you gracefully stand up, all eyes following you, and even if quiet, your voice goes through the music, “let’s go, gguk.”

jeongguk loudly gulps, and he hopes the sound isn’t heard, but he doubts it since he’s receiving a scary amount of attention that goes over what he’s received his whole life.

if it wasn’t for the two guys at his sides pushing him to stand up, he would have stayed with his ass perched to the floor. instead, he stumbles and almost trips, meeting your eyes with awkward shame as you just softly smile at his gawkiness.

you don’t wait for him, daintily walking to the room victim of the game, pushing the door open and curiously peeking inside. jeongguk hastily jumps over the people sitting on the ground, still quietly observing the scene, and he’s at your side way faster than the time it took for him to even realize what was about to happen.

he exhales loudly at the proximity, standing behind you and basking in the height difference, your head barely reaching his chest, and he thinks he truly sees heaven when you turn around to look up at him, grinning delicately as you tilt your head back, “wanna go in?”

jeongguk is sure he has lost the capability to speak. no matter the sounds he tries to force up his throat, they’re not strong enough to fight their way out. he simply closes the door behind the two of you, and he’s glad when it significantly helps drown out the loud music and drunkish chatter.

he’s less glad for it when it means he’s officially left alone with you in a relatively cramped space, the silence almost more suffocating than the room and its strong smell. but he’s convinced you must be an angel when you don’t complain, not even slightly, your face the expression of composure.

he stands in the middle of the cellar while you explore it in a circle, letting your heels click on the parquet floor and your fingers carefully brush the wine bottles.

the simple action makes him feel hot, naughty mind conjuring up images of you tracing his skin with such care, and he releases a shaky breath before you can stop him, blurting his messy thoughts out, “we— we don’t have— have to do anyt—”

“sit on that stool, gguk.”

the command is anything but harsh, your voice a soft melody of calmness, but it still startles him. no, it shakes something in his chest, traveling all the way down to where he’s starting to feel a strong urge.

you point to a wooden stool in the corner of the room, which doesn’t look too high, but when he obediently goes to sit on it with his knees wobbling, you promptly place yourself in front of him and grin at the way he’s still almost at face level with you, his forehead reaching only a little under your chin.

his huge proportions compared to yours have always managed to make your head spin and thighs squeeze together whenever you managed to sit next to him in the few lectures you shared, lashes fluttering seductively to have him fix nonexistent bugs on your computer just to see his wide hand close to yours on the keyboard.

now, with his puppy eyes staring up at you expectantly, his drawn up brows only emphasizing his yearning, you need to steady yourself with hands on his shoulder to hold back from quite literally grinding on him. you whisper, “good.”

his orbs shake impossibly more, and from the corner of your eye you see his fingers fidgeting in his lap, fighting a delirious need. his legs are spread just enough for you to be standing right in the middle of them, but you push yourself further into him, his chin lifting up even higher to never be forced to look away from your firm gaze, hanging from your lips when you voice an apology, “i didn’t bring a gift, ggukkie.”

jeongguk is almost panting, the endearing nicknames only adding to the warmth of your sweet body, your vanilla scent clouding his senses and gouging the truth out of him, “th—that’s okay, ___. i—i’m very happy you’re here.”

you smile, but it’s one he’s never seen on you. it’s not one of those you flash when you’re grateful, understanding, or even amused. it’s mischievous, almost belittling. “are you saying i’m your gift?”

his eyes widen, and he’s ashamed of the way your accusative tone causes him to throb in his jeans, and in his speech too, “huh— oh my god. i’m so sorry. that must sound so—”

you chuckle, stroking his broad back with your hands sliding across his width, “hey, slow down. it sounds so very cute coming from your lips.”

jeongguk appreciates your efforts at trying to put him at ease, truly. but your soothing touch and words only have him in a state of alert, even more when your fingers travel up his nape and find home in his locks. you’re impossibly close now, and he feels your voice resounding within him, “but i’m still not satisfied. i wanna give you more, make you forgive me.”

your whisper fans over his lips, and he unconsciously parts them for you, his eyes hooded by the second and glassed over with desperate want. you smirk.

stepping back enough for his neck to rest at a comfortable angle, he whimpers deliciously at the loss of your touch, but you shut him up just as quickly when your dress is off you and on the wooden floor in a swift motion.

jeongguk is definitely panting now, breathing manually and focusing too much on having his heart pump oxygen for him rather than the view of your exposed body in front of him.

he gradually realizes he could care less about dying right now if it means the last thing he’s going to be faced with is your nipples hardening with the cool, and hopefully something else, and your lacy white panties barely covering your core.

jeongguk stares like a starved man being met with his first meal after weeks of seeking, his hands trembling on his thighs and squeezing into suppressing fists.

his gasp turns into an awfully high-pitched moan when you hook a finger under the hem of your lingerie, sliding it daintily down your legs and walking out of it, never breaking eye contact with him. only thing you’re left with are your high heeled boots.

the next thing you do has the organs that keep all his vital functions going completely stop working, his heart missing more than ten beats and catching up with an alarmingly fast speed, causing his voice to shake, “___, wh—what are you—”

swinging one of your legs, you sit on him with your ingloriously stained panties pressing right on his crotch, hands placed back on the base of his neck, basking in the way you can feel his rapid beating under your fingers.

you lean into his ear, “if you like what you see, you can put your hands on me, baby.”

jeongguk throws his head back for air, his chest heaving with trembling exhales before he finds your eyes again, and in the fraction of second he needed to look elsewhere if he didn’t want to bust in his tight pants already, you’re a whole different person.

your eyes are sliced, pupils blown and hooded, and your parted lips stretch just enough to paint a wicked smirk over your face, its effects flooding right down his stomach and making you feel his hardness through the material.

his hands dance a panicked rhythm hovering over your sides, not sure what to do, not deeming himself deserving of feeling your skin under his touch. but you take it upon yourself to guide them, pressing his palms against your hips and letting them ride up your exposed breasts.

he whimpers, fingertips unconsciously testing the sense of the soft curve of your boobs with a subtle press, but it’s not enough. you can’t feel him.

with your hands still on his, you arch yourself further into his touch and have his thumbs slice over your sensitive nubs, letting out a moan of your own that goes over his low groan. you lick your lips and struggle to find your breath and words too, but you whisper them through an already too fucked out smile, “see? you can touch me, just like that.”

the go-ahead is all he needs for him to dive his head right into your chest, his tongue catching your nipple in an unpracticed hunger, messily sucking on it and quickly leaving your skin soaked with spit. he works clumsily with his hand on your other tit, movements uncoordinated and unsure.

but the fact that he seems to not care about his inexperience, willing to learn right at this moment all it takes for you to keep whimpering and trembling when he touches, has your usually composed senses lost in a haze of desire, the need to give your all to the nerdy boy that is finally being properly touched just as he turns 21 clouding your senses and pushing you to unconsciously buck your hips against his.

he moans with his mouth full of you, his free hand gripping your thigh, and he tries to stop it but he can’t help the way he meets your grinding, snapping up as if he lost all sort of control over his body. he quite literally wails in desperation, “fuck— don’t— don’t do that. i’m gonna— oh, god.”

“you’re gonna cum?” you sound just as crazed, hips rutting at a faster speed on him, the slickness smearing all over his jeans and leaving a wet patch right where his dick stays confined.

“no! i— i mean, just give me a second, shit. i swear, i—”

“ggukkie, this is about you. i’ll make you cum, hm? how’s that sound?” the sweet sound of your promise has him seeing stars, eyes squeezing shut as he feels himself getting close to a point he doesn’t think he’s ever reached before.

until he’s back to zero.

you lift your hips off his, helping your weight up by placing your hands on his broad shoulders, and you sport a devilish smile when he opens his eyes again, protest ready on his tongue. his brows are furrowed and there’s tears ready to spill out from his eyelids, but you don’t let them.

the huge palm that was still fondling your breast is now being led by you further down, until it disappears between you. you have him cup your wet core, the intensity of the moment only heightened by your gaze never leaving his, “touch me.”

when panic flashes over his expression once again, you instruct him through it just how you did minutes before, and he quickly gets the hang of it. you always appreciated him being a fast learner, but you couldn’t imagine that it would come handy in a scenario like this one.

you hum when his ring and middle finger trace your slit, only to come up to try and find your clit in a surprisingly good attempt, “good, get all of it. make your hand wet.”

the moment squelching sounds reach your ears, you leave your seat from his lap and stand on your heels again. he whines, unknowingly reaching for you, but you halt his hand and redirect it on the zipper of his jeans. you tilt your chin, “take them off.”

he’s quicker than he was at the beginning of his seven minutes in heaven now, freeing himself from the tight pants, boxers going along with it, and his cock springs free deliciously, standing tall and proud against his tummy.

you groan, almost already falling to your knees like you are planning to do soon. it’s an adjective you don’t think you’ve ever used on any of the guys you’ve been with, but jeongguk’s cock is pretty. its pink tip matches his lips, swollen from the harsh biting, and it doesn’t look rough. it has just the perfect length, girth, and when it twitches under your awe, you see it bend subtly to the right.

you smile, meeting his face again, delirious need written all over it, “stroke your cock with the hand you touched me with,” the second the order is out your lips, he’s already working himself. you can see him trying to go at a merciful speed, his grip loose, and it makes you grin amusedly, “mh, aren’t you so obedient. let me have a taste, gguk.”

you clearly have noticed that he’s not as quick on his feet as he usually is, brain clouded, so you once again take it upon yourself to lead his hand, this time introducing two of his fingers in your warm mouth. you hum loudly around the thick digits, eyes rolling back, and you speak around them, “fuck, you wanna try that?”

you don’t wait for him to reply, knowing it would get him minutes that you sadly don’t have to formulate a senseful answer, and you simply feed him his own fingers, carefully watching the way he lets his cheek hollow around them. you chuckle feverishly, “we taste so good together, don’t we?”

he nods eagerly, eyes glassy with more tears, and you think you can see one drop at the side of his face just as you fall to your knees in front of his seated body, your pretty figure even smaller from his view, and he’s graced with your bug eyes staring up at him through long lashes.

you don’t waste any more time, knowing there’s not much left in the heaven you’ve created for your own, and you wrap your ravenous mouth around him, showing none of the previous mercy in your speed.

he lets his mouth hang open, moans uncontrollably loud, and he needs to grab the sides of his stool to get the illusion of some sort of power still left within him. he closes his eyes in bliss, but quickly snaps them open when he realizes what he’s missing.

you’re bobbing your head up and down his length, and you still manage to maintain that dainty elegance that characterizes you, slim fingers gripping around the base and making up for the spots you can’t reach. he pants on the verge of a heart attack, pitch high as he begs, “fuck. look— look up at me, please.”

you do, aligning yourself better to meet his frenzied state, eyes communicating all the words you can’t say, too engaged in having him unravel all over your lips. he groans at the eye contact, thinking back to all the times he’s seen this exact scene flash behind his closed eyelids, and he’s a fool for even believing his mere imagination could compare.

it will never be enough, never again. not after this. not after knowing what you look like as you devote yourself to him, precise movements getting him closer, the way your tongue flickers out to reach down further and how you let his tip meet the back of your throat finally causing him to snap his hips up involuntarily, and before he can say something to warn you, he’s painting your warm mouth with his cum.

ropes of white, hot liquid spill out from you, but you promptly collect all of it, making sure not a single drop is missed, gulping it down with eager want. you wordlessly smile up at him, infatuated with the way his chest heaves and his lips part, trying to regain some composure.

he thinks he will need hours to fully recover. and he’s not even sure he wants this moment to end, blurting his predominant thought out before he knows it, “i wanna make you feel good, too.”

you chuckle as you get up, quickly soothing your knees before collecting your panties from the ground and walking back inside them, “it’s okay, baby. this was my birthday gift for you, hm? besides, we don’t have much time left before the others come in.”

“but…”

jeongguk helplessly watches as you get dressed, cringing at the stickiness of your wet core but nonetheless slipping your flowy dress back on. he just had the best orgasm of his life from the girl he firmly believes to be the love of his life, and he doesn’t get to give it back. oh, he feels like an absolute asshole.

you seem to read it all simply by scanning his face fondly, words soft, “that doesn’t mean you won’t get to do that, you cute boy. you will, and soon.”

when you’re done fixing the creases over your clothes, you walk to him and help him back in his jeans. tucking his softening length in, you lift up the zip of his pants and you’re glad for the way the patch of your wetness seems to have dried.

standing between his spread legs, you brush a hand through his hair, tenderly watching the way his curls fall and tickle his forehead. you smile and whisper quietly, “i got your number from dahye. i’ll text you, okay?”

he gulps, nodding hastily at your rhetorical question and feeling the blush creep up his neck. god, he must look like a total fool, “o—okay…”

humming lowly, you press your lips to his cheek, then to the tip of his nose, “you’re so pretty, you know that? don’t be sad.” next, your mouth rests on his, molding in a kiss that has his eyes shooting wide, and that ends way before he can even realize what’s happening. you chuckle at his expression, and you can’t resist another peck before promising, “happy birthday, gguk.”

[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO

[arpicityandneed]

Asking for a friend re: dark content Bucky, are we talking Bucky-Bucky, or like, are you also down with some Winter Soldier? Because WOW what a great look. Scared my ovaries so good.

Like, imagine the Soldier gets a bodyguard assignment to the daughter or wife of some SHIELD official. You're annoyed about having this mostly silent, kind of unsettling hottie shadow you constantly. So you get bratty, act out to try and crack that ice wall. "Kay fine, you need to keep an eye on me, I'll leave the door open to shower!" or "hey they said to pretend you're not even here, guess that means I can masturbate!" And you're not really sure what you expected to come of it, but it definitely wasn't getting railed because you managed to wake up half a century of repressed lust.

author's note: I mean all the dark content, Winter Soldier, Bucky-Bucky, dubcon, incest, all the good stuff. please ref my rules and guidelines <3

18+ Dark Content. Winter Soldier!Bucky. brat!reader. dirty talk. creampie. dubcon (mainly 'cause hydra). rough sex.

"Новая миссия Солдат." New mission, Soldat. The HYDRA handler handed the assassin the file, your seductive smirk in your profile photo making his stomach tighten. The sensation was new to him. But his response was the same it always was, a low husky rasp with no intonation.

"готов подчиниться." Ready to comply.

~

You didn't like your new bodyguard.

No matter how hot he was, he never spoke two words to you. All you got was da or net. He followed you everywhere and carried your bags and never seemed to sleep. You knew your dad was important to some big guys, but to think it would mean you'd be stuck with this ghost of a man with no way to sneak off wasn't what you had in mind.

He was just a big, hunking, idiot. With a metal arm. (You may have had a thing for the metal arm.)

He wouldn't let you drink since you were technically only 20, and killed any party just by standing there- not dancing, not moving, just watching you with his icy blue eyes.

It made you want to crack that perfect control he had.

"So you're really not going to leave that spot while I shower." You looked up at him as he stood at the threshold of the large ensuite bathroom in the hotel you were staying at while your father was having a business meeting.

"Da." He didn't smile, didn't frown. His handsome face was just always deadpan.

"Then I guess its not a problem if I leave the door open right?" You grinned, impish and bold as you started stripping. You new you looked good. It was the utter shamelessness of it all that had the Soldat's eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Bending over to drag your panties down your legs, letting him see your bare pussy before unhooking your bra. You sighed with relief as your breasts bounced free.

"Be a good boy and do what daddy paid you for. Watch me." You grinned when you saw him take a step towards you, your pussy gushing as you imagined him grabbing you and fucking you senseless. But he seemed to remember himself and stepped back. Firmly planting both feet and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Coward~." You sang as you stepped into the shower leaving the door open, its glass side walls fogging up as you lathered up your body. Touching every inch of yourself as slowly as possible making damn sure he could follow your hands with his eyes. His pupils were blown wide but it was the only sign he as affected.

You'd have to try harder.

~

"Ah!"

The Soldat was in your room in an instant the next morning even though you never heard the door unlock or open. He was ready for a threat, door locked so there was one less escape route for any intruders.

But all he found was you, on the bed with your legs spread- naked as the day you were born. A pathetic excuse for a plastic cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls as you fucked yourself over and over. One tiny hand was twisting your nipple and you were crying out loudly with every intention of making sure he could hear.

"Fuck!" You moaned as you met his eyes, pure mischief in your gaze. "Shouldn't be a problem, right Soldat? Just, nngh, watch me."

You never even saw him move, but suddenly he was on you. Snatching the dildo and dragging it out of your pussy before throwing it across the room.

"Этого будет недостаточно для такой шлюхи как ты." That won't be enough for a slut like you. He growled as he quickly undid his zipper, you barely had a glimpse of his girthy length before he was lining himself up. He didn't even bother to take off his tactical suit before fucking into your slick hole in one overwhelming thrust. It knocked the air out of your lungs.

"M-more!" You whined as you clawed at his back uselessly, your tiny pussy stretched almost painfully wide as you strangled his cock.

"Заткнись и возьми это." Shut up and take it. He was hissing in your ear with ever balls deep thrust, groaning as he felt pleasure for the first time in over 30 years. Your pussy was heaven he was sure. And he was never letting you go.

Every squelch and slap of his hips on your ass filled the room until it was a symphony of decauhery. You were being used, and somehow the knowledge made your blood burn with desire.

"Use me, fuck, cum in me please-" you begged as you felt your orgasm growing. The blunt head of his cock was dragging against the spot inside you that you'd barely been able to reach with the dildo. Your eyes were crossing every time his fat cock bottomed out inside you, and you knew you were going to cum harder than you ever had before.

"Просто теплое место которое я могу использовать по своему усмотрению." Just a warm place for me to use. He purred the words in your ear, and you cried out when you felt his skilled fingers making quick tight circles over your sensitive clit.

You bit down on his throat, the only skin you could reach to stop yourself from screaming as you gushed around his cock. (It was only later, much later when you were being interrogated about where the Asset had gone, that you realized the bastard had made you squirt.)

His grip on your hip became bruisingly tight but you didn't care, not when his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Do it, cum in me, get me pregnant I don't care just-" His other hand, still slick with your juices slapped over your mouth as he growled at you.

"Я сделаю тебя матерью. Я сделаю тебя своей." I'll make you a mother. I'll make you mine.

You shivered, not understanding anything but the possessiveness in his tone. Your hole clenching around him and he was done for.

His load was endless. He fucked you through it, stuffing his seed as deep inside as his cock could reach. In your lustful haze you realized you truly wouldn't mind having the child of a man like him. You knew he'd protect you both if it ever came to that.

You must have fallen asleep after that because when you came to the window was open, and there was a pillow under your hips.

He was gone.

(pt 2?)

[bunnys-kisses]

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ mad(ly in love) max｡ ⊹˚.⋆

partially inspired by this by @angldelight before it got away from me! <3

max knew you looked better in blue than red. and if you did look good in red, it was the red of the his team rather than the garish red of ferrari. he believed the statement that everyone is a ferrari fan even if they don't know it, because if they saw a photo of you, they'd have brand loyalty to the stallion for the rest of their days.

there was a reason why your face and name were everywhere in your home country. you were a pride and joy to the nation you called home. but, max was more than happy to stake a claim on you.

max liked you because you challenged him. far too many women would bend over backwards for the three time champion, but you simply glared him down with your hands on your hips. you stood toe to toe with him even if there was a height difference. but you kept your gaze steady on him.

"don't fuck me over again." you said, "or you'll regret it."

"i would never do it on purpose, princess. maybe you should watch where you are going from now on." he bite back in response. he noticed a twitch in your hand, like you wanted to grab him by the front of his driver's suit and pull him close. either for a punch or a kiss.

it would eventually lead in kisses. max liked when you were mad because then that meant he could flip the script and get ferrari's little princess on her knees with a mouthful of verstappen cock. it was honestly cute, while he wanted to dive into your sweet cunt and make your insides sticky with his cum. he'd have to make you acquainted with his size.

max verstappen was fuckin' crazy though, being involved with him was like being a deer and getting your leg caught in a trap. the type of obsession that clamped around you, dug its teeth into your fragile skin. you were so cute though, something some delicate and soft. formula one was for the toughest, the mental and physical strain of it all (that could be why he was so... off). and while max believed in you, he worried.

where you were going, who you were with. you hadn't only been in monaco for a few years and while you had the likes of charles to help you around. when he heard about men you had met, max felt something curl inside of him.

it started inauspicious. he slipped an air tag into the back pocket of your jeans while you were in your driver's room getting ready for dinner with some guy that max couldn't even remember the name of. he was all smiles as he wished you a great time.

too bad there was an issue with your car. how could you have a flat tire already, you just got the car? and when you asked your date to come pick you up, he totally ghosted you. little did you know that while you were struggling with you car, max went to meet your date and give him a few firm words. that was when the real mad max came out.

"listen mate. you're never going to give her what she needs. hell, not even what she wants. there are plenty of fish in the sea." he got a little closer to the other man, "but you can't have her."

"why?" your date swallowed.

max nodded and flashed that winning smile, "because she's mine. and i know she may have talked so nice to you. she's like that. charming. but sadly she's taken. so i think it's in everyone's best interest that you delete her number and go back to finding your perfect match." he patted the man on the shoulder like they were buddies.

"and if i don't."

max's smile only grew, "i don't like people fucking what's mine. she's taken, mate. move on." he couldn't verbalize exactly how he'd rough up the other man. he didn't want to make headlines. but there was something in his gaze that made your date high tail it out of there. your number blocked and deleted.

max then used the air tag to find you at a bar close to your flat where you were drinking away your sorrows. but, don't worry about that! max was now here to make sure that you had the best night ever. while that meant ending up drunk and curled up in his bed, but he didn't mind. he was even a gentleman and created a barrier of pillows between the two of you. no funny business. even if he wanted to. when he eventually fucked you, he wanted you conscious.

that air tag would come in handy, turns out that you wore the same pair of black levi's jeans. max was wondering if he had to get more air tags to place along other items. but, he lucked out with that one. you thought it was a strange coincidence that he seemed to be where you were.

and he'd laugh and tell you, "small city, right?"

it took months of hard work but, eventually he got to sink his pretty cock into your prettier hole. the happiest day of his life. he had invited you on his boat for the afternoon, and while he didn't expect much. he wasn't expecting your pretty tits on such display. a pretty red checkered print bikini and sandals as you stayed close to max.

and then alone, out in the waters. you ended up straddling max's waist while he sat on one of the seats up on the deck. it was couch-like and allowed you two some room as you rubbed your sweet pussy up against the front of his shorts. his hands dug into the plushness of your ass as he moved against you. you were painfully pretty, and it drove max insane. you'd try to run him off the track, but he'd always get an apology by having your pretty tits in his face and your pussy around his cock.

"you feel so good." he said, "you're so soft."

you whimpered, "i'm not that soft. you keep feeding me all this good food since i came to visit! my team is going to be pissed." you squirmed a little.

he kissed at your breasts in front of your face and laughed, "well, then. i guess i'll have to keep feeding you better food." his teeth then nipped your left breast and it made you whine. his hands continued to grope you ass and you squirmed a little more.

you didn't realize that you're movements only made him harder and he had to force himself to let go of you to take his cock out of his shorts. this was a dream come true, after months of being your little shadow.

"you know how to do this?" he asked.

you held onto his shoulders and chuckled, "yes, i've had sex before." which made something cold run through max's body, but it was quickly heated up once more when you sank down on him.

other men might had had you, but he was going to make sure you were his forever. no need to get stuffed with another man's cock, when you have max who, as he might add, can get into you quite easily. it was like you were made for him as you started to ride him. he pulled you into a kiss with one hand while he groped your behind with the other. he felt your core shiver around him as you continued to move up and down on his cock.

this only lit his need for you more. if you were so good on top, how good were you on the bottom, or at your side, or stuffed full of fingers and toys as max pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. he wanted you, he was mad for you. while he'd sometimes pull dirty tricks on the track, he had a whole other set of skills for you. because he could never hurt you on the track, too much of a risk for your safety. but he'd bruise your little pussy and cover your pretty soft breasts in large bites. he'd hope that cameras would get a good look at the pretty marks.

a lot easier to scare off men than to see a woman decorated with hickies. if he had it his way, you'd be wearing a little chain with his initials on it. or better yet, chubby little verstappen baby at your hip. the thought made something hot run through him. oh, that unlocked something in his brain as he was balls deep inside of you. he continued to leave a mess of bites on your chest as you continued to rut against him. your back arched a little when he bit one of your nipples.

"i need you to burn that bikini when we get to shore." he said between heavy pants as he grabbed your ass roughly and pushed himself up as much as he could go. his voice was a little strained from the intensity of it all.

"why?" you asked as you looked down at you.

"because, someone might get the wrong idea. and i don't want you getting hurt." he replied. it showed off far too much, too much of what belonged to him.

he rubbed up against you further. his cock poking some of your deepest parts, he wondered if he was the biggest you ever had. or if there was some other guy in another part of the world who took you apart better than him. unlikely. the way he watched you wiped drool from the corner of your mouth as you rode him made him excited.

during his time racing alongside you, he had seen you at euphoric highs of victory and deep anger when losing. but, this was a whole other look, you were far from focused. only really thinking about the cock, his cock, stuffing you full. guess there was no need to get you into his clothes and keep an air tag in your bad anymore, not when you had such a sweet look across your face.

he ran his blunt nails down the side of your thighs and felt you clench harder around his cock. which made sparks appear in the back of max's mind.

"pretty thing." he said. there was a softness to you that he wanted to sink his teeth into. especially the slight chub at your hips, next time he wanted to bite down on the skin and leave pretty bruises across it. you were just so beautiful. he thought formula one was for ugly men because they wore a helmet all the time, not pretty women who made max go insane.

you whined a little bit and started to feel yourself really get hot all over. his cock fit in you perfectly. while lust clouded your head, you honestly did think about throwing out the bikini you were wearing on board the boat. he kissed at your pulse point and you moaned, your pussy fluttered around him.

"i need that bikini gone before we get back to shore." he said.

"why, what will i wear?" you asked a little shy. you couldn't get back onto land with nothing on!

he grabbed at your ass once more and pushed you down on his cock, then held you for a moment. his lips were squared with yours as he said, "i got some extra clothes in the bedroom below deck." he knew that it was either red bull or verstappen merchandise. something that he had a lot of and could get wet.

while it wouldn't show off your pretty figure. the idea of you getting a bit chilled while heading 'home' and having your nipples poke through a shirt with his logo on it made him hotter. maybe he'll turn the ac up in the car on the drive home.

"i don't want anyone to see the bikini ever again. i'll buy you something nicer." he said as he thrusted up into you, "i don't want hungry eyes on you and neither do you. you're not a piece of meat." even though max wished to devour you, you were not meat. he'd say you were more like fruit. something refreshing and bright. something to crave on a warm day like today.

"i should have something in my bag." you said as you continued to ride him.

he held your soft hips and looked up at you, "no, no." he said then licked his top lip, "wear my clothes, they'll be more comfortable." and it'll hide your figure better.

you were the first to climax, and he managed to get you across the seat of the couch and fuck you from behind doggy style. perfect angle to make sure every last drop. you clawed at the faux leather and arched your back, your sweet noises against the sounds of the sea. your pussy clenched around him as he bullied the tip up against your cervix.

it was important for the two to get acquainted.

he finally finished inside of you and let out a sweet groan. he clenched onto your hips tightly and watched you go fully limp against the couch as you tried to catch your breath. he pulled out and gooey cum dripped out of your poor pussy. ah, it's okay. he simply pushed it all back inside of you.

with the amount he finished inside of you, you were at least 3% dutch now!

when max was finished with you, he knew that he was going to keep the little princess of ferrari. maybe eventually you'll wear the red bull logo across your pretty tits when you entered the paddock. or maybe better yet, the verstappen last name. but for now he'd simply have to stake his claim by shoving all his cum into your sweet cunt. after all it was a safer place to keep it compared to his own fist.

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even with the start of the new season. his fixation of your cunt didn't end. so what you're on a different team, that didn't mean he couldn't easily go to the ferrari area and just get you to himself. when you win the first race of the season and sing along to your national anthem, max smiles in second. not because he is happy that you are winning.

but because he knew that his cum was dampening the front of your sweet cotton panties. you may have the trophy over your head, but he knew after this, he'd get another chance to sink another load in you. <3

a/n: is this anything? does anyone want more of this????

[a1ecmcdowell]

mechanic!dean x bimbo!reader - old habits die hard.

includes, so damn fluffy it's SEEICK. not teeth rotting fluffy but it's just ENDEARRINGGGG okay.

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it'd been a long ass day at the garage, and the last thing dean wanted to do was salt your fucking house.

it was a mistake, telling you about salt deterring demons, because now you seemed to think that demons were everywhere. which... was right, of course, but that guy at the bar that you'd thrown salt at was fine. a bit too drunk, but he was too out of it to know that he was staring at you.

guy realized it pretty quickly when you'd whipped out your to-go salt shaker and started pouring it into your hand like it was a sugar packet and tossing it at him.

really, he couldn't be mad. it was as cute as it was irritating, how determined you were to understand the lifestyle he had and then abandoned.

it came back, though, as all things left in the dust tended to do. catch up and with a vengeance.

it started simple. you’d texted him while he was slid underneath a car at the shop, grease and oil all the way up to his hands and smearing all over his screen when he’d grabbed the phone to text you back.

conveniently, one of those splotches of oil covered the important parts of your message.

can u replace salt with pepper

*warding

*wording? idk pls answer quick!!!

the last two came in quick succession, as your rambling thoughts often did when they translated into text, and he didn’t bother to scroll up and read the rest when you were absolutely adamant he answer quick. you typed so quickly that you often misspelled things with those acrylics of yours, so he just disregarded those details as nothing serious.

yeah sure.

dean didn’t know why you were so worked up over salt, of all things, but figured it had to do with cooking, and that you were out because you’d used all of yours — and his — on your little quest to salt every little thing you deemed demonic.

cute. like little kids were cute until they started wailing.

but dean was never, ever mad, even on days like this where nothing ever went right. carburetor’s busted in this guy’s piece of shit truck, and guy’s pissed because dean can’t shit one out and has to order it. diner down the road handed out the last piece of apple pie before he walked in there to get you and him one, like he usually did, on his way back to your house to see you. someone ran a redlight and nearly creamed baby.

yeah, by the time he got to your place, he was ready to throw the towel in and break something. to sit down and not touch anything else, since apparently everything was going to shatter when he touched it.

dean walks up your front steps, heavy sigh already laden on his lips about the fact that he did not have a sweet treat for his sweet thing, excuses sour in his mouth because he knew he’d endure a reaction akin to total devastation when he told you.

his hand lifts to knock, and he sees there, in a fleeting moment in the seal of your door, little ants. so damn many of them, its just a line of black. his eyebrows furrow, hand falling to his side again, as he kneels to get a better look at it.

his eyes are real close to it. he breathes in as he squints, trying to see if the movement is just hallucination or there really were so many that it looked like that—

immediately, dean’s nose burns. he can’t even stop the three sneezes in quick succession, or how his eyes water from it.

realization settles in. pepper.

his sigh is so damn heavy it rattles his bones. he makes sure, though, that he’s not anywhere near the pepper again, already having learned that lesson once.

dean grasps your doorknob and opens it, internally bristling at the fact that you didn’t even lock it. warded the house with pepper, so scared of a demon coming in, but not of the very higher chance of a break-in.

you were bent over all pretty over the back of your couch, little skirt riding up on your thighs, shirt bunched up where your chest pressed against the part of the windowsill that connected with the couch—

he gave himself a five second free card to admire the sight, before he cleared his throat.

“wanna tell me what you’re doin’, princess?” dean asked, his arms crossed firmly over his chest as he watched you. you, so focused on pouring the entire container of pepper in a strategic and straight line on the window sill.

you startled, as if you didn’t hear the door open and close, or, you know, his car pulling up.

“i’m salting the house,” you told him very matter-of-factly, your lips in that little pout that always zilched away every bit of irritation he could ever feel toward you.

dean blinks once, twice. “that’s pepper.”

you, again, look at him like he’s the one who doesn’t understand. “you said—”

“i thought you were talking about cooking!” he interrupts before you could try and ridicule him over this. nuh uh, that was his job right now.

you bristle, very visibly, and he almost laughs aloud right there. “i don’t cook, dean. be serious.”

how could he be serious when you were turning your house into a breathing hazard?

his lips start to curl, the laugh right there in the base of his throat.

“stop it. stop looking at me like i’m doing something silly and you’re not gonna tell me.”

“princess, you’re peppering your house,” dean says, and it feels so good to laugh after the day he’s had. you couldn’t stop the chuckle if you tried. “you have to know that’s silly, right?”

you told him to stop calling the little quirks you have stupid, even if it’s lighthearted. it’s implemented well into his vocabulary.

dean huffs out a breath through his nose to try and stifle it, at least. the last thing he wants to do is make you cry, or mad at him, when you were trying so, so hard.

he straightens, crossing the distance from where he stands to your spot on the couch. gently, he pries the pepper shaker out of your fingers. “were you really scared?” he asks you, and has to close his eyes at the weight — or lack thereof — of the pepper shaker. you’d done so much, and he could only see the front door barrier and the windowsill.

you’d turned your house into a lemon pepper chicken, and you were telling him not to laugh.

“yes!” you exclaim, still wearing that little pout. you’ve brought your hands into it, though, tossing them around in your upset. “i heard something outside, and i was really, really scared…”

dean’s expression softens. his free hand comes up to trace lightly over your cheekbone with his fingertips to try and soothe you. “and,” he drawls out, attempting to finish your sentence where you cut it off. “you didn’t have any more salt, so you had to use pepper.”

“you said!” oh, you were worked up. he felt like animal control trying to wrangle the puffed up kitten barring its teeth at him. “you said i could!”

dean’s eyebrows raise. “how was i supposed to know you meant to salt the house?”

your hand slaps very aggressively on your phone screen, resting beside you on the couch cushion. your manicured nails are typing so furiously on the screen that the clicks sound like popping gunshots.

then, you’re shoving your phone in his face, the text thread between you and him two inches from his eyes.

dean leans back to read it, the entire time watching you as you look poised to strike.

can u replace salt with pepper when wording your house

right. so that’s the part that he conveniently didn’t see, and the source of your typos.

the sigh he looses is so damn heavy.

“that’s my bad,” he says slowly, even though he still, still, is barely keeping his shit together.

you let out a triumphant little hmph that has him wanting to bend you over and show you what happens when you give him attitude, but he reels it in.

“yeah. it is your bad.” reels it in, barely. “now what do i do? my house is haunted, and— and there’s pepper everywhere—”

well, now the ice cold exterior is melting, because you’re standing in front of him with a wobbly lip, and it’s no longer funny anymore.

“where did you hear something?” he asks, his hand cupping your cheek again, resuming his soft touches to try and soothe away the upset, this time. “hey, c’mon, princess, i believe you. put those tears away. can’t help you if you can’t talk to me, can i?”

dean is never this soft with anyone. you’ve done a number on him from the very moment he met you.

your hand shoots out to point at the front door.

he uses his gentle grip on your cheek to tug you in, kissing your forehead lightly. dean has to remind himself a lot of the time that you don't know these things, because you grew up in a home that didn't prioritize raising soldiers instead of boys. your naivety was a blessing. "lemme go look," he mumbles on your skin, before he tugs back and turns.

he's gonna feel like a real piece of shit if there really is something.

his hand doesn't even touch the doorknob before he hears a soft sneeze on the other side.

dean peers through the glass, his eyes narrowed as he searches for the person on the other end, haunches raised because maybe his first theory was right. not a demon, but some fucker trying to break-in on his girl.

his eyes land on a squirrel, nose buried in the streak of pepper lining your front door. it sneezes, and sneezes again, before it scampers off on the creaking wooden boards that was your porch.

your soft steps pad up behind him, very blatantly tucking yourself behind his arm. "did you see it? i heard it, dean, i know there's something out there!"

you sound too damn upset still for him to tell you that your demon was an intrusive squirrel.

so he turns and brings you into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head, where he can hide the grin away from you. "yeah, i heard it, princess. we'll get this all cleaned up tomorrow and properly salt it. keep my baby girl safe from all the demons."

you nod into his chest, and it's so damn sweet, the trust you place into his hands. this little white lie won't hurt. not this one time.

notes, i rly don't know where this idea came from but it made me cackle so hard i had to write it instantly N E WAYYSSSS dean x stuff tomorr hope this hold u off til then

tags, @jasvtsc @titsout4nicholas @figthoughts @depressionbarbie2023 @deans-yn

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 14

Here we are again at the end. I'm sad to see this one go. It was a real challenge to see if I could write heavier smut and the answer is "eh, so-so". There should have been more nudity and sex in this thing than there was, but after the fight with Tumblr over the stripper tag I just gave up trying to even tag things properly anymore. Because of the fucking purity police.

But this gets racy. As racy as I get.

So thanks for one hell of a ride!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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Steve flopped on their sofa with a whine. “Robin... dancing with him just the two of us is going to kill me. I just know it.”

Robin looked over at him from the kitchen with an impressed eyebrow. “You know who to blame.”

“Chrissy,” they said together.

“If she had been dating you,” Steve huffed, laying lengthwise on the sofa and putting his right arm behind his head, “this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Hey!” she protested. “There is no way that that literal goddess is ever going to date a peon like me.”

Steve lobbed a pillow straight at her head. “Only one of us gets to mope at a time, and it’s my turn. Plus you aren’t a pee-on or whatever it was you called yourself. I bet she thinks you’re hot.”

Robin came over with the two bowls of stew she had reheated and handed one to Steve, who promptly sat up straight so she had a place to sit.

“There is no fucking way,” she huffed around a bite of carrot. “Did you see the way she danced with the new Wrath? Micaela has all the right moves, who would want me when they could have that?”

Micaela looked like a Greek statue come to life. She perfect olive toned skin, deep brown eyes and the perfect pout to her lips. She was also married to a guy named Paul, who did construction for a living and didn’t care about the stripping as long as it made her happy.

“I’m pretty sure Paul would take issue with that,” he huffed. “Besides, I’ll make a bet. I’ll ask her tomorrow if she thinks you’re hot and when I win, you have to do laundry for the next month.”

Robin shrieked in outrage. “There is no way, Mr. Clothes Horse that I am going to wash that many clothes for a month.”

“Oh so you agree,” Steve said batting his eyelashes, “that you know she thinks you’re hot?”

She began sputtering and squawking, finally she settled down with her stew and very mumbled, “Curses foiled again.”

Steve kissed her cheek and turned on “Unsolved Mysteries”.

“This show was creepier in the eighties,” she huffed. “Now most of the time it’s just supernatural shit. Robert Stack would appalled.”

Steve waved her off, “Shush! I want to hear about the Chicago Moth Man.”

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Steve bounded up to Chrissy the next day, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey-ya, hot stuff!”

Chrissy threw her head back and laughed. “What’s happening, yourself, you goober?”

“So...” he began, rocking back on his heels and then back on his toes, “so I have this bet with Robin. If I win she has to do the laundry for a month and if she wins, I have to tell Eddie I like him.”

“Oohh,” Chrissy said, rubbing her hands together, “I almost want to see you lose so you have to tell him. What’s the bet?”

“That you don’t think she’s hot. I said you do, she thinks you don’t.”

Steve smirked as he saw the complete indecision warring on her face. “Damn it.” She stomped one foot dramatically. “That’s really not fair, Steve...”

His grin widened and he knew he had won. “I’ll tell you what, you let me win the bet and I’ll have you help choreograph a dance that will knock all of Eddie’s clothes right off.”

“Tell Robin that not only do I think she’s hot,” Chrissy said returning his grin, “but also tell her to be ready next Tuesday at seven, because I’m taking her out on a date.”

Steve gave her a fist bump and walked away, back to where a very anxious Robin stood, twisting a cloth napkin to death.

“I win,” he said smugly, “and you have a date on Tuesday at seven. Dress nice, but not fancy.”

Robin sputtered and stammered. “I would have thought at the very least she would have gone my way if for the very reason one of you to boneheads needs to say something because even long time regulars are starting to notice the friction between the two of you will light this place on fire.”

“Oh I totally bribed her,” Steve said, smirk never faltering for a moment, “I told her she could help choreograph a dance to actually seduce Eddie.”

“You are so smug,” she said through gritted teeth, pinching his cheek. “I don’t have anything to wear, you know this right?”

Steve waved her off, smacking her hand away. “Go on a shopping trip, it’s not like you’re broke. Hell, we’ll go tomorrow before work. Make you the prettiest butch lesbian there ever was.” He patted her cheek firmly. “Now, I’m going to go shake my ass.”

He walked off as Chrissy walked up to her. “Hey, gorgeous,” she purred, “I’m assuming Steve told you about our date?”

Robin nodded, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you thought that about me.”

Chrissy leaned over the counter, putting her boobs on display. She played with one of Robin’s many necklaces. “I thought that when you got hired, sweetie. This is just me finally taking the plunge.”

She licked her lips slowly as Robin’s cheeks turned bright red, causing her freckles to really stand out.

“Oh.”

Chrissy chuckled. “Such a pretty little thing. I think you have me a disadvantage, Robin.”

“How’s that?” Robin asked, amazed it didn’t come out as complete gibberish. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t even see straight, every fiber of her being was focused on that single point of contact where Chrissy had a hold of her necklace.

“You’ve seen me naked and covered in chocolate sauce,” Chrissy purred, “and I was curious to see if that was on offer.”

How Robin didn’t immediately devolve into a complete buffoon, she had no idea. “Never on the first date.” She almost squeaked when she realized the words that had just come out of her mouth. That’s it. This wasn’t Hellfire Club, this was Heaven. She had died. Clearly.

“Duly noted,” Chrissy said, straightening up. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

Robin nodded and Chrissy waved goodbye over her shoulder. Joe who was the head waiter and her boss patted her on the shoulder.

“Don’t take it too personally,” he said with a huff of laughter. “I’ve seen lesser lesbians turn into gibbering hound dogs when she does that. She’s just a softy, really, she just also loves to blue screen the hell out of potential dates.”

Robin turned to him. “Why is that?”

“Because she wants to set the expectation that she is a stripper,” Joe said with a shrug. “She’s good at her job and she isn’t going to quit for anyone. So if she goes super sexual out of the gate and the person doesn’t mind it, then she knows it’s a safe bet.”

“Oh.”

That made more sense than it didn’t. But now she had figure out how to date the hottest woman Robin had ever met. No pressure.

Right?

~

To say Steve was nervous would be an understatement. He was about to turn an already sexually charged dance between him and Eddie and turn the dial all the up to eleven. He’s not even sure if it could be called “simulated” sex, when they were both going to get naked for a crowd, but it was definitely going to be something.

He had been slowly ramping up the tension between him and Eddie with each week and it was the last Saturday of the month and he was about to blow something. Eddie’s mind or his fucking job.

He really, really hoped it wasn’t his job.

They did their trio dance and Lilith slunk off stage, leaving behind Lucifer and Samael. The looks they were giving each other could have set that stage on fire. Steve was already most of the way red and his wings were tattered. It would not take much for Samael to fall. And fall tonight, he most certainly would.

Steve started out slow. He wanted to make Eddie come to him. He ran his hands all up and down his chest. One hand went up to his throat while the other dipped to press the heel of hand against his aching erection.

The moaned he released was not faked.

Both hands touched his cheeks and then dug into his hair, his hips thrusting out. The audience was hooked but the person he wanted was Eddie.

Lucifer watched with hooded eyes as Steve made love to himself. Then the water fell on Steve’s head and he ripped off his top. The wings were skeletal now, the last bit of feathers having been washed away with all the white.

He was standing there in red boots and g-string, head back and chest out.

The growl from Eddie was primal and Steve wasn’t sure if it was Lucifer or Eddie who made the sound.

But it didn’t matter, it did the job.

Eddie stalked across the stage and pulled their bodies flush together. He lifted one of Steve’s legs up and unzipped the boot, gently pulling it off. That leg went tightly around Eddie’s waist and he did the same with the other leg.

Soon Steve was only wearing the g-string, completely wrapped around Eddie, who was still fully dressed.

With his hand firmly on Steve’s back, Steve lowered himself backwards, arching his back, like those Renaissance painting of fallen angels and deposed saints.

With his free hand Eddie ripped off the harness with the wings tossing them aside to be picked up by one of the other dancers. Then that hand slid over Steve’s chest, down to the front of Steve’s thong and ripped that off as well.

The gasp from the audience and then the roar when Eddie tossed at them was loud.

Not that Steve could hear them over the rush of blood to his head. He wasn’t sure if it was entirely due to hanging upside down or the fact that the only thing that separated him from Eddie was the leather pants he wore as Pride.

Steve wrapped both arms around Eddie’s neck and began to grind against him.

Eddie forcibly set him down and pushed him away.

Steve had nothing to worry about because he knew this was part of the dance and turned toward the patrons.

He danced, reveling in his now naked form, showing off and simpering to the crowd. Then he’s yanked back, into Eddie’s arms.

He smirked and pushed Eddie away, turning back to the crowd. Eddie yanked on his arm again but instead of pulling him close, he pushed him to ground.

Steve stared up at him, propped up on his elbows as he scooted away from Eddie, toward the edge of the stage.

Eddie pulled on his tear away leather pants, leaving him only in the black combat boots he wore.

He stood, straddled over Steve and then knelt on one knee, running his hands over Steve’s torso and then pushed him all the way to ground.

Steve’s arms came up and his hands roamed over Eddie’s legs and ass. Eddie’s other knee hit the stage with a loud thump, causing the audience to jump. They were that enthralled with what was going on on stage.

Eddie slithered down Steve’s body and they both moaned together.

Steve was no longer sure where his body ended and Eddie’s started. It was like they were one.

Eddie stood up and as he straightened, he flipped Steve so he was on his stomach. He knelt back over Steve’s prone body and lifted his head by his hair. Steve knew to rise with it so it didn’t actually hurt, but fuck it was sexy as hell.

And the crowd thought so too.

Steve rose on his arms, stretching his back, like a mermaid pose, head back. Then he went straight down again slapping the stage to make it sound harder than it was.

He rolled over and looked up at Eddie. Eddie beckoned him to him and Steve followed, hypnotized. Entranced.

They danced together, their bodies moving as one.

Then with the dying beats of the song, Eddie dipped Steve, kissing him firmly on the mouth.

The audience went...well wild was too tame a word. Feral. They went absolutely feral.

Someone handed them garters for them put on and get money stuffed into. Once all the money that was stuffed the garters and thrown on the stage was gathered up, Steve and Eddie stumbled into Eddie’s office/dressing room.

Mouths and hands everywhere as they tried to touch as much as possible. As they were already naked or mostly there all it took was a quick tumble onto the sofa and they were really going at it.

“Baby,” Eddie huffed. “I was so hard, I almost came twice.”

Steve moaned underneath him. “Only twice? God if I didn’t have an ex-boyfriend who liked edging me I would’ve come several times.”

Eddie propped himself up on his elbows to look Steve in the eye. “We going to unpack that later when we are both sane again, but for right now I need to see you come!”

“Deal!” Steve cried as Eddie ground down.

The sex was short and explosive, as they had been turned on pretty much from the get go.

Eddie collapsed against Steve’s cum covered chest causing him to let out a pained huff.

“Where the fuck did you learn to dance like that?” Eddie complained. “Have you been holding back on me?”

Steve chuckled. “I had Chrissy help choreograph that in exchange for getting her a date with Robin.”

“That sneaky little minx,” he said with a fond shake of his head. “She is in so much trouble for that.”

“Hey,” Steve protested. “It worked didn’t it?”

There was silence for a beat.

“It did work, right?” he asked shyly.

Eddie raised his head to look him in the eye. “I guess that depends on your end game, if I’m honest.”

“I’m in love with you, Eddie,” Steve said his voice shaking just a little with the raw emotion of it all. “I want to take you dates, I want to wake up next to you, I want to know how you take your eggs so I can make you breakfast in bed. I want it all, with you.”

Eddie sat up and pulled Steve with him. “I want that too. I’m love with you, too. I’ve always been attracted to you. You’ve been nothing but kind to Chrissy, you defended my club against Nancy and Jason, you made it possible for me to really turn this club into something really special. It was good before you came, but you made it great. Of course I want to be your boyfriend, Stevie. I’d be upset if you didn’t want that, too.”

Steve surged forward and kissed him firmly on the lips. “Okay.”

Steve really didn’t feel like walking through the throng of people waiting to get paid, so Eddie loaned him some clothes.

When Eddie opened the door everyone cheered.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “Just remember I’m still your boss. Speaking of which, let’s get you people paid.”

Jeff and Chrissy came forward the locked box and the tip jar. Eddie counted the money, but instead of Steve on the other side of the desk like he used to do, Steve sat on the corner of the desk watching Eddie work.

After everyone had gotten paid they all shuffled out except Robin, Chrissy, and Jeff.

“Nice to see you two finally worked it out,” Jeff said with a huff of laughter. “I was about to embarrass the hell out of Eddie if something didn’t change by tonight.”

Eddie shuddered. “Glitter and stickers. So many stickers.”

Jeff grinned broadly.

Robin handed Steve a bag. “This has all your stuff in it, like your clothes, wallet, cell phone, and keys. I don’t want to see you home until sometime tomorrow.” She cocked her head to the side. “Mainly because I’m making out with my girlfriend tonight and really don’t want you there.”

She winked at him and then grabbed Chrissy’s wrist and hauled her out of there. Chrissy squawked and wave goodbye, yelling her congratulations over her shoulder as she was dragged along.

“And that’s me out of here, too,” Jeff said jutting his thumb at the retreating pair. “I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.”

Once everyone was gone, Steve smiled down at Eddie.

“Tomorrow,” he said wistfully. “I like the sound of that.”

“I like the sound of an infinity of tomorrows,” Eddie replied.

“Me too.”

They kissed again and walked out to their cars. Steve followed Eddie to his apartment, and just like in the rest of Eddie’s life, just never really left.

Soon he was spending most of his time over there, sometimes for sex, but mostly just being himself.

One Tuesday night when they were curled up on the sofa, Eddie asked him to move in for real.

“I’d really like that,” he murmured against Eddie’s lips.

Steve thought back to that fateful day when Robin came home from getting the job at the club, telling him that a dancer position just opened up and they were desperate. He hadn’t really stripped in a long time, the stripper-cize classes excluded. Those really weren’t the same thing as actually stripping.

But money was running out and he was out of options. So he auditioned using that silly song, hoping to stand out just enough to get the job.

And it instead changed his life.

“I love you, my little devil,” Steve purred.

Eddie’s returning smile was blinding. “And I love you too, angel.”

They kissed happily in their ever after.

~

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President of the AV club

Seungmin x female reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! Strong language/swearing, S2L, professor reader/college student Seungmin (they're close in age), biting/marking, protected piv sex, oral (m & f), deep throating/face fucking (very little), pet names (pretty, beautiful, Seungmin calls reader professor), semi public sex (in an empty classroom), big dick Seungmin, tit fucking (Seungmin is borderline obsessed with your boobs), spit play (a little), cum shot, cum eating (very little).

Word count: 8.9k

You were having the worst case of the Mondays ever! It started when you realized you had shrunk your favorite suit. Then when you checked your laundry, you realized it was the only suit you had that was actually clean and dry at that moment, so you HAD to wear it. It fit-ish but was almost uncomfortably tight on you, especially the skirt which was already form fitting to begin with. After that your car service didn’t show up and you had to take the bus, which you missed, so you were running behind and late for work, which you were sure your boss would have something to say about.  

When you finally did get to work sure enough, you ran into the head of your department who admonished you for your tardiness. Afterwords you hurried to the teacher’s lounge area to get your morning coffee. When you grabbed your mug to go you burnt your hand and managed to spill that hot coffee all over the incredibly snug suit jacket you had on. 

Sure, you burned yourself but that was the least of your problems. If you took off the stained jacket it would leave you in a pretty shear white blouse. You were an art history professor at a prestigious college. It was very conservative, you needed to dress and look a certain way and the top was way more see through than you had initially realized. The coffee stain on the cream-colored blazer was unsightly, not to mention it was very uncomfortable. You decided you would wear it out but once you got to your class, you’d take the jacket off.  

Luckily today you were going to be showing slides in class so you’d be at the back of the room behind the students in the dark. You hoped whatever god was listening would let up and let you get through the day without anyone noticing your lace bra showing through your shirt or anything else fucking up. It was as if the god’s heard your plea and took your criticism personally. Now, because you had even dared to think it, that was in no way, under any circumstances, allowed to happen for you.  

You did manage to get to your class room without being stabbed or getting struck by lightning though. You walked in and tossed your now, completely, ruined jacket aside then started setting up for the day. You laid out work packets on the desks, wrote any pertinent notes on the board to be copied down, and turned on the slide projector to get it ready... and turned on the slide projector to get it ready... and turned ON-  

“What the fuck!” You cursed to yourself out loud. This wasn’t happening to you right now. The contraption you used to show your slides was ancient but it usually worked for you without much of a hassle. You spent thirty infuriating minutes trying every trick you knew to fix it before you got frustrated and gave up. 

Fuck it, you would just call IT to come fix it. It could be their problem. After another thirty minutes you finally got through to someone on the phone. The gruff man you spoke with told you technically those projectors aren’t an IT issue but they did have a guy they could call that could probably fix it. It would be a while before he could get there though.  

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, fighting off the headache that was forming. Just great. You’d have to cancel morning classes last minute and wait around. There went your morning. You told the man if he could make the call you would be grateful and thanked him for his help. Once you were off the phone you sent out the email to your students saying both morning classes were cancelled and that afternoon classes were pending.  

The department head would be pissed if you cancelled all your classes for the day without advanced notice, regardless of whatever technical difficulties you may be having. So you hoped the guy showed up and got it fixed in time for your afternoon classes, for the sake of your own sanity. You sat down at your desk and put in your ear buds. You pulled up Spotify and turned on one of your classical playlists to listen to while you graded papers and outlined lesson plans, ready to wait god knows how long for this IT guy to show up. 

After about an hour you managed to stop looking at the clock every five minutes and got lost in your work. Before you knew it another hour had passed and you wondered if the grumpy guy you spoke to even called the other guy. You debated calling again to make sure but he did tell you it would be a while. So, not wanting to be a nuisance, you turned your music back up and continued working.  

You had just gotten completely sucked into your work again when you felt someone gently tap your shoulder. You jumped and screamed as your hand flew to your chest, covering your racing heart. You looked over and you saw a really cute guy, probably around your age, holding up his hands in surrender. He looked like the type of guy that wrote love poems on a typewriter and collected classic novels and vinyl records. 

He had on a pair of worn-down loafers, brown corduroys, and had layered a blue bowling shirt and a vintage looking patterned sweater over a loose white t-shirt. He had on a big pair of wire frame glasses that were slightly tinted yellow, probably to block blue light you assumed. They didn’t block his pretty brown eyes though or cover up how beautiful he was. When you finally made eye contact his kind brown eyes were big and apologetic. You took out your ear buds. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you miss. I knocked and said hello but you didn’t hear me I guess.” He pointed at the ear buds in your hands. 

“Oh no it’s fine. Morning classes have been cancelled. How can I help you?” You smiled warmly at him. He liked it. You were an extremely beautiful woman, he thought you had the prettiest smile and when he looked down he just happened to notice how sheer your shirt was. He did he couldn’t help but think that he’d like to see more of you. He reigned his thoughts in and managed to smile back at you. 

“Oh, no, I’m not in your class. I’m here to help you I think actually.” You were glad to hear he wasn’t one of your students because there sure were a few things you would let him help you with. He wasn’t a gym bro or flashy or cocky like the other assholes that typically gravitated towards you.  

He had a thin frame and was beautiful in a kind of mysterious way. He seemed to have a confidence about him that didn’t come across as arrogance and he spoke politely. ‘Yeah he could definitely get it’ you thought to yourself. After a second the cogs started moving in your head again and you realized who he was. 

“Oh you must be the guy from IT!” He smiled, flashing teeth that were so perfect you wondered if he’d had braces as a kid and extended his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Kim Seungmin and you're Mrs. y/l/n is that right?” You nodded. 

“Well... not Mrs, professor, but please just call me y/n.” He smiled brightly at you again, his pretty eyes scrunching up, very happy to hear you weren’t married. He wondered if you had a boyfriend. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

“Okay. Y/n. Well y/n... I’m technically not a part of IT. I’m actually just the president of the schools AV club. None of the IT guys know how to work on these old projectors though and they know I nerd out on old tech like that so they always end up calling me when one goes on the fritz. I’m really sorry to have kept you waiting so long. I had a class that I couldn’t miss and it was on the other side of campus...” Your heart sank a little when you realized he might not be your student but he was a student at the college. Of course he was! With the way your day was going, of course he was. Student and faculty fraternizing was STRICKTLY prohibited and was grounds for immediate suspension pending a school board hearing for formal termination. 

“Anyway, I hope I didn’t waste too much of your morning.” He wasn’t just pretty he was also incredibly nice. You tried shifting your thoughts away from how disappointed you were that a nice, cute guy like him was off limits to you. 

“Oh no! It’s okay, really. You’re using your personal time to help so I appreciate it. I mean I had to cancel my morning classes but I was able to catch up on some work while I waited so it’s not a big deal. I’m just hoping you can get it fixed in time for afternoon classes so my boss doesn’t flip his top.” He nodded then scanned the room until he spotted the projector at the back of the class. He pointed at it. 

“This is the one yea?” He started walking up the steps towards the projector and you stood to follow. He crouched down and started tinkering with it, opening the side, pulling out pieces, troubleshooting the issue. 

“Yea that’s it. I tried all the things I usually do when it gives me fits and the fucking thing just won’t work.” It wasn’t until Seungmin looked up at you surprised, laughing loudly that you realized what you had said. It just slipped out when you remembered your earlier frustration with the contraption. 

“Oh shit!” You slapped your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. You moved your hand away from your face a little, embarrassed. 

“I mean whoops! I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t appropriate.” Seungmin shook his head, still snickering a little at you for blushing because you said a swear word. 

“I’m a big boy professor, you’re allowed to cuss in front of me.”  That sentence shouldn’t have made you want to press your thighs together but the way the words left his lips made your knees a little weak. ‘STUDENT!’ You yelled at yourself. ‘He’s a student!’ 

Seungmin went back to figuring out what the issue with your projector was and you hovered as if you could do anything to help. He pulled a little canvas tool pouch from his back pocket and unrolled it, grabbing a surprisingly small screw driver to adjust something on one of the pieces he had removed to see if it helped. 

Seungmin glanced up at you watching him a moment and when he did, he noticed the light coming from behind you made it so he could see right through your shirt. He’d noticed before was pretty sheer but now, with the light, he could see your pretty lace bra perfectly through your shirt.  

He felt his dick start twitching to life in his pants and fumbled the canvas pouch on his lap, dropping and scattering his tools on the floor. He started gathering them back up and hoped you didn’t notice how red his ears were turning. Even though it was difficult in your extra tight skirt you crouched down and started to help him pick up the tools. Seungmin watched the curve of your full ass when you bent down. Then quickly looked away and continued picking up his tools. 

“Oh you don-” Seungmin choked on his words when he looked up again. The way you were leaned over now, grabbing tools from the floor, he could see right down your blouse. He could see the curve of your collar bones, the way your full breasts spilled from the top of your bra. He could see the valley between them and couldn’t help but imagine how soft that skin was and how good it would feel on his cock as he fucked your big tits. 

“Seungmin?” When Seungmin heard your sweet voice say his name he snapped out of it and saw that you were holding the tools you had picked up out for him to take. 

“OH! You really didn’t... I mean I could have gotten... I mean... uh... thank you.” You smiled at him again, that pretty fucking smile. Seungmin cleared his throat grabbing the tools and turned his attention back to the broken projector.  

You leaned over him watching again, trying to see what he did so the next time it happened you knew how to fix it yourself. When you got in closer Seungmin could smell your perfume and his dick, which had only been a minor issue before was becoming a BIGGER one but before he could panic about it, he thought he noticed something odd with a part of the projector he hadn’t removed. 

“Oh!” Seungmin took a little pen light from his shirt pocket and shined it into the opening, confirming what he thought he had seen. 

“Yep that’s the problem right there!” You leaned in even closer than you were before and when Seungmin turned his head he was caught off guard by your proximity and how close your face was to his. He couldn’t help but notice how pouty your lips were. 

“What?” You asked as you leaned in even closer, a few strands of hair falling into your face as you tried to see what he saw. He wanted to push the stray hairs away and kiss you. What would you do if he did. 

“I can’t see it.” Seungmin snapped out of it and shook the thought from his head, turning his attention back to the machine. He shined the light into the open side of the projector for you and took his little screw driver pointing at the part inside. 

“See this.” He glanced over at you again to see if you could see. You cutely scrunched your face and looked closer. You did see it. 

“Mhmm.” You hummed and slightly nodded as you zeroed in on the part he was pointing at. 

“See that jagged piece?” You nodded, mhmm-ing again, focused on what Seungmin was teaching you about the machine in front of you while he struggled to take his eyes off you. 

“Well, that’s not supposed to be jagged like that. There was a piece there that’s broken off, it’s probably in the bottom of it somewhere. This thing is from the 80’s so after a lot of wear and tear parts like these just break for no real reason.” You sighed heavily and sat up straight. You didn’t realize how closely you had leaned into Seungmin’s space as you were looking at the projector and bumped into him when you did. He lost his balance being in his crouching position and fell back on his ass. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” He laughed and held up his hand signaling to you that it was okay. 

“I’m fine, no harm done. Really! I’ve taken worse spills after a drunken night with my buddies.” You extended your hand to help him up. He accepted your hand but didn’t actually allow you to pull him up. Once he was standing in front of you again your eyes locked and it was like time froze. He was so beautiful. You were absolutely stunning. Your hands lingered as you stood there. Seungmin ran his thumb over the back of your hand and then you remembered where you were.  

You had to keep it together, ‘he is a student’ you reminded yourself again. ‘You will lose your job!’ You quickly pulled your hand away taking a step back to create a little space between the two of you. His musky cologne was making your head feel swimmy.  

You started stammering, trying to get the thoughts in your head to come out as words that an educated woman, such as yourself, would put together. You directed your attention back to the projector, hoping if you weren’t looking into those gorgeous brown eyes you would be able to form words. 

“S-s-so... um... you can fix it?” When you pulled away like you did Seungmin hoped he hadn’t made you uncomfortable touching your hand like that. He wasn’t even thinking when he did it. He cleared his throat finding it a bit difficult to speak himself. 

“Oh! Uh... well... yea I can fix it...” You were about to rejoice that at least one thing in your shitty day, no matter how minute, was about to go right until Seungmin finished his thought. 

“But...” Your shoulders immediately slumped. 

“But?” Seungmin knew this wasn’t going to be news that pleased you and he wished he could give you good news so he could see your pretty smile come back. 

“But, it’s a part I’ll have to order from a specialty shop. It’ll probably take a couple days to get here.” You wrapped one of your arms around your midsection and pressed your fingers into your eyes, sighing deeply. Your headache from before was making a reappearance.  

“I’m going to have to cancel all my classes for today. Damn it! The department head is gonna chew my ass out.” You were so upset you didn’t even care that you just cussed in front of Seungmin again. He tried to be reassuring.  

“Well as soon the part shows up I can come fix it for you right away. I’m sorry I know that doesn’t really help you with classes today.” You looked at him and gave him a weak smile, not like the one he’d hoped to put on your face at all. He felt bad. 

“Thanks Seungmin, you did what you could. I appreciate you wasting your free time to try and help.” You walked back down by your desk feeling defeated by the day and it was barely lunch. Seungmin followed you down and stood behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezing, trying to comfort you. 

“You didn’t waste my time. It was no problem at all y/n. Really. Maybe I could talk to your department head and explain...” You shook your head. 

“No it’s fine, I’ll deal with him. It’s just...” You were over this day. You could feel your resolve begin to crumble. You covered your face and took a deep breath, willing yourself not to cry right here in front of a stranger, a student. No matter how kind he had been. 

“This day has just been the worst from the start.” Your last words came out a little choked and you could no longer fight off the tears that welled in your eyes. Your bottom lip started trembling and Seungmin heard the quiver in your voice as you started to cry.  

He gripped your shoulder making you turn and face him. Your hand was still blocking your face. He gently grabbed your wrist and pull it away. When he saw the tears quietly streaking your beautiful face he wished so badly that he could help. He would do anything in his power so you didn’t cry. 

“OH! OH! Hey! Nonono! Y/n don't cry...” He didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly. It’s the only thing he could think to do. As soon as you were in his arms you broke down. You threw your arms around his neck, buried your face in his shoulder and just let it all out. All the frustrations from the day just came pouring out of you. You rested your head against Seungmin’s chest, surrounded by his warmth, breathing him in, holding tightly as you continued to cry. 

“It’ll be okay, it’s okay, alright? We’ll figure it out.” He rubbed his hands back and forth across your back trying to soothe you. After a moment you seemed to start to calm down a little. Your head was still rested on Seungmin’s chest so he couldn’t see your face to know for sure if you had stopped crying. So he just held you, listening to your little gasps and sniffles as you tried to get a hold of yourself completely. 

Once you got it together you realized how you were clinging to Seungmin. He had you wrapped in his arms as he slightly swayed. You lifted your head, not looking at him, embarrassed for crying like you had. You wiped at your nose and tried to put a little space between you and Seungmin but he wouldn’t let you take much. 

“I’m so sorry! I... I don’t know what came over me... I...” Seungmin tilted his head down a bit making you look him in the eyes. When your eyes locked, for the second time that day, you felt a sense of calm wash over you and everything seemed to stand still again.  

“Hey it’s okay, don’t be sorry.” Seungmin’s hand gently cupped your face and he wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. You couldn’t help closing your eyes and leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was suddenly just the two of you floating in nothingness, everything else had fallen away.  

Seungmin’s eyes scanned over your tear-stained face and the thought he’d had before about kissing you returned. He leaned in closer. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned down the rest of the way and kissed you.  

Your lips were salty from your tears and that broke Seungmin’s heart. When you didn’t pull away he moved his lips against yours with more purpose. He tried to deepen the kiss further and your heart started racing, a fresh surge of adrenaline setting alarm bells off in your head. When you realized what you were doing you quickly broke the kiss and pushed Seungmin back a little, successfully putting space between you this time. 

“Waitwaitwait! We can’t do this Seungmin.” Seungmin didn’t want to hear that. He wanted you in his arms again. He wanted his lips pressed against your soft lips again. He tried to pull you close but you wouldn’t allow him. He shook his head not understanding. 

“Why not? Why can’t we? We’re both adults. We can kiss who we like... and I like you.” Your heart fluttered when he said that and he pulled you towards him again. This time you didn’t fight it and let him. He leaned in to kiss you again and you pressed the tips of your fingers against his lips stopping him 

“I could lose my job Seungmin. I like you too, but adults or not, teachers aren’t supposed to get romantically involved with the students. It’s in our contract.” You explained the gravity of the situation plainly but you still didn’t try to escape his embrace again either. 

“Why do they need to know? We don’t have to tell them a damn thing. It's not like we have to formally announce a courtship. It’s as easy as you like me and I like you, so we keep it between me and you. Besides I graduate in a couple months. Is there anything in your contract about not dating alumni?” You were surprised to hear him use that word. 

“Dating?” You asked and Seungmin laughed a little nodding. 

“Yes. Dating. What did you think I was after?” You shook your head not sure if you should answer that. 

“I don’t know I guess... sex.” Seungmin cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“I mean... you’re drop dead gorgeous and I would love to have sex with you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not a creep. It’s not all I’m after from you.” You stood there a moment mulling what he said over in your head. 

 “There isn’t.” You finally said. Seungmin tilted his head confused. 

“Anything about dating alum in my contract, there isn’t anything.” Seungmin smiled and started leaning in closer. 

“Sooooo....” He pulled the 90/10 move and stopped just in front of your face. You stared into his beautiful soft brown eyes still hesitant. Then some part of you, the part that was over the shitty day you had been having decided FUCK IT! You deserved for one damn thing to go your way today.  

You gripped the lapels of Seungmin’s bowling shirt and crashed your lips into his, kissing him hungrily. His hands cupped your face and he opened his mouth deepening the kiss. His tongue teased and danced with yours. He was a really good kisser.  

His hands found their way to your hips sliding down to your full ass, which he squeezed over your tight skirt. You threaded your fingers through his careless hair, your make out session heating up quickly. Seungmin backed you up against your desk and pressed his hips into yours. When he did you could feel his hard on press against you. You pulled back gasping for air. 

“Seungmin!” You said surprised. He laughed at your reaction. 

“What? I said it wasn’t all I was looking for but DID also say I would LOVE to fuck you didn’t I?” His words went straight to your pussy and you pressed your thighs together. Seungmin leaned in and started to kiss your neck and knead your ass with both hands as he pressed his growing erection against you harder.  

“I don’t think that’s exactly how you put it...” Your words came out breathy and Seungmin hummed as he sucked a mark on you just low enough for your collar to hide. He kissed your lips again. He was so passionate when he kissed you it made you light headed. Seungmin’s hands gripped at the sides of your skirt and started to inch the snug material up. You stopped him again. 

“This isn’t the best place to be doing this if we’re trying to not get caught Seungmin and I haven’t cancelled my afternoon classes yet, anyone could walk in at any time...” He kissed you silencing your concerns and then pulled away. 

“Well why don’t we make sure that doesn’t happen then Professor?” Another wave of arousal flooded your body hearing him call you that. Seungmin started slowly backing away from you and you instantly missed the warmth of his body against yours. 

“Send your email.” He nodded towards the laptop on your desk as he walked over to your classroom door. You leaned over your desk and opened your laptop as Seungmin pulled the privacy shade on the door down and locked it, then clicked off the lights. The two emergency lights that always stayed on were the only thing lighting the room now.  

First you sent an email to your boss about cancelling classes instead of calling, deciding you would take the ass chewing later then you pulled up your student email list. Seungmin came walking up behind you as you were bent over the desk typing. His hands gently gripped your shoulders and slid down your back before he grabbed on to your hips, leaning over you to push your hair aside and kiss the back of your neck. You smelled like heaven.  

When Seungmin leaned over you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. He pulled the collar of your blouse down and grazed his teeth against the newly exposed skin on your shoulder. His hands ran back down your body and he gripped the tight fabric of your skirt, inching it up again. He was really making getting the email cancelling class typed very difficult. 

“Seungmin...” You protested as he started to suck on the fleshy part of your ear, gently tugging at it with his teeth, rutting against you. Your skirt was hiked up so high now that your thighs were exposed and your ass was barely covered. Seungmin reached around between your legs and started to rub your pussy over your panties. You jumped surprised. 

“Seungmin! If you don’t stop I’m never gonna get this composed and sent.” He laughed, his lips still pressed against your skin as he teased you more through your wet panties. 

“Sorry. You’re just so fucking sexy bent over a desk typing emails.” You laughed shaking your head. 

“Well try and contain yourself a moment please.” You went back to typing up the email as Seungmin continued to grope you from behind. 

“And if I don’t? Are you gonna send me to the office professor?” He asked playfully. You looked back at him and rolled your eyes. 

“No, but maybe I’ll get out the paddle and spank you.” Seungmin gripped your hips tight and groaned. 

“Don’t fucking tease me baby.” He started kissing and sucking on your neck again riled up by your words. Somehow you managed to get your email finished and sent. You closed your lap top and turned around still pinned to your desk by Seungmin.  

He kissed down your neck and chest lifting you onto your desk, trying to laying you back on your work. Your skirt was bunched almost all the way up, your legs wrapped around his slim body. You tried to speak but he kissed your lips so eagerly as he dry humped you, you had difficulty getting words out. 

“Seun- Seung- min n- n-ot here. m- my pap- papers m-my com- com-puter.” He pulled away breathless. 

“W-where?” You sat up, Seungmin still trapped between your legs. When you looked over his shoulder your eyes locked on your storage closet where you kept textbooks, extra supplies, art prints, and other various things. 

“In there. It locks. Extra layer of protection, just to be safe.” Seungmin kissed you and grabbed you by your hips, ready to drag you off the desk to the closet but your words reminded you of a very important question that popped into your head. You stopped him. 

“Wait. Speaking of protection... do you have a condom?” Seungmin froze like a deer in headlights. 

“Uh... no...” You raised your eyebrow at him.  

“You’re a college student and you don’t carry protection with you?” Seungmin raised his hands in defense. 

“I do when I think I’m getting laid! It’s not like I normally get lucky when I’m called to fix the outdated equipment around the school.” He had a valid point but still, he was kicking himself. Was he really about to give himself the worst case of blue balls because he didn’t just always keep a condom in his pocket?  

“You don’t maybe have one?” He asked hopeful. You sighed and shook your head at him incredulously. 

“Help me down.” You held out your hand and Seungmin helped you off your desk. You pulled your skirt back down and crouched, reaching under your desk. You pulled out your purse and rummaged around in the bag for a second before fishing out one of the condoms you had thrown in there when you went out with your friends the weekend before last. You stood up holding it between two fingers and handed it to him. 

“Here.” Seungmin grabbed the condom then grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you hard.  

“FUCKING THANK YOU!” You laughed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Seungmin stuck the condom in his pocket, grabbed both of your hands and started backing towards the closet, pulling you with him. 

“I should have said I didn’t have one and taught you a lesson.” Seungmin smirked at you. 

“I think we can come up with a much better lesson for you to teach me instead professor.” You bit your lip at the thought of all the lessons you’d love to teach him. Seungmin opened the door to the storage closet and held it, letting you walk in first, watching your plump ass in that tight fucking skirt. You grabbed the chain to the light that hung over head and pulled it, turning it on. Seungmin pulled the door closed and locked it. After he did, in the time it takes a humming bird’s wings to flap, he was on you.  

He kissed you and yanked up your skirt again as he backed you up against the wall. Once he had your skirt around your waist he reached into your panties and grabbed your ass with both hands squeezing. You moaned out into the kiss when he started grinding his hips into yours, rutting his hard on against your clothed cunt. 

Seungmin kissed and licked his way down your neck and chest until he reached the buttons of your blouse. His hands left your ass and before you knew what was happening, he gripped your blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying all over the closet, exposing your pretty lace bra that he’d gotten a decent glimpse of earlier. Now that your shirt was open he could make out your hard nipples through the sheer white lace and his mouth watered. 

“SEUNGMIN! WHAT THE FU-” He interrupted your complaint by kissing you as he grabbed both of your breasts over your bra and squeezed, pushing them together. He peppered kisses across the tops of your big breasts that couldn’t be contained by the dainty bra you had on. When he pulled away for a breath he apologized. 

“Shhh shh keep it down. I’m sorry! Sorry, I swear I’ll find every button and take it to my tailor to have them put back on. I just... fuck!” He growled into your neck before kissing his way down further, sucking another mark on the soft skin of one of your breasts. 

“That’s one of my favorite shirts damn it and I can’t just walk out of here topless Seungmin!” You scolded him. He shooshed you again, kissing you as he pushed the silky fabric off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  

“I’ll leave you my sweater, it’s fine, it’s fine.” He sweety kissed your cheek nuzzling against it, his warm breath fanning across your neck as he continued to grope your body. You let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Every single fucking button Kim Seungmin!” Seungmin nodded smiling. 

“SWEAR! Every single one!” He started nibbling at your shoulder as he pulled the straps of your bra down. He slid it down your body and left it hanging around your waist along with your skirt that had been pushed up. He looked down at your exposed breasts and grabbed them both, squeezing and pushing them up and together. 

“You’ve got fucking PERFECT tits!” He squeeze one harder, leaned down and started sucking on your nipple before licking his way over to the other and sucking on it as well. You ran your fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly when he bit down on that nipple hard. 

“SssssSeungmin fuck!” Seungmin was ravenous. He played with your tits and kissed his way down your body until he was kneeling in front of you. He hooked his finger into the gusset of your wet panties, that were also white lace, and pulled them to the side, getting an up close view of your glistening cunt.  

“Fuck professor you have such a pretty pussy.” Seungmin ran his fingers through your wet slit, teasing you before parting your lips and licking through your folds. You gripped his hair and he took one second to pull away from you enough to take off his glasses and set them aside, then he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and started licking your pussy like it was melty ice cream and your juices were dripping down the cone. 

“Oh my fucking god Seungmin.... yes...” You breathed out. He leaned back a second again, looking up at you as he stuck his ring and middle fingers into his mouth wetting them then pushing them into you. He wrapped his lips around your clit and started to suck on it harshly. You let go of his hair and slapped both your hands over your mouth trying to keep it down. He hummed and growled and shook his head between your legs, aggressively eating your cunt as he finger fucked you open. You pulled your hands far enough away from your face to speak. 

“I’m... gonna... cum.” The words came out as gasps. Seungmin stopped eating you out and stood up. He pushed his fingers into your pussy deep, his hand flush with your body, his palm pressed against your clit, his other two fingers pushing against your asshole roughly as he kept fucking you with his fingers hard, using his whole hand to push them deeper. He didn’t pull out, just finger fucked you deeper and deeper, the sound his hand fapping against your sloppy wet pussy filling the closet as your tight cunt sucked in Seungmin’s fingers.  

When your orgasm hit you your eyes rolled back in your head. You gripped the wrist of his hand that was finger fucking you and slapped your other hand over your mouth and nose. You threw your head back and choked out a muffled scream into your hand as you came. Seungmin didn’t stop pumping his fingers into your cunt. He kept going, deep and hard prolonging your orgasm.  

He fingered you through your climax as your juices ran from you, coating the insides of your thighs. Seungmin pulled his fingers out and licked your cum from them. You rested your head against the wall as you were trying to recover from the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just given you. 

“Come here.” He pushed your stray hairs away from your face, cupping it with both hands and kissing you deeply. You kissed him back tasting yourself on his lips. He pressed you firmly against the wall, his hips grinding into yours. You could feel his hard clothed cock press into your sensitive pussy. You put your hands against his chest and gently pushed making him take a step back then, placing your hands on his shoulders you led him to turn so his back was against the wall now. 

“Your turn.” You said seductively. You ran your hands under his button up pushing it and his sweater off his shoulders and onto the floor. Seungmin kicked them aside. You started working at the button and zipper of his pants and he whipped off his t-shirt quickly as you did. You reached into his pants and underwear and kissed him as your soft hand palmed his throbbing cock. 

“You’re so hard baby.” You pulled your hand out and spit in it then reached back into Seungmin’s pants and wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You kissed him again as you started jacking him off. Every now and then he would let out a breathy moan into your mouth as you messily made out and stroked his cock faster.  

You stopped and pulled your hand out of his pants before threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of Seungmin’s neck. You gave him one more good long kiss then started tracing your fingertips down his soft skin as you got on your knees in front of him.  

His dick twitched in his pants seeing you look up at him like that. You grabbed the waist band of his pants and briefs with both hands and slid them down his legs. When you got a look at what he’d been hiding in his pants you were pleasantly surprised. You knew he wouldn’t be small, feeling it pressed against you, but you didn’t expect that. Seungmin might have had a thin frame but what he lacked in physic he made up for in cock. He was fucking big! 

“Wow, so fucking big and pretty too.” You spit on it and jerked him off a little spreading your spit along his shaft, getting it good and wet to try and make it easier to take into your mouth. 

“T-thank you professor.” You gripped his cock firmly with one hand and braced against his hip with the other then wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, gently sucking on it. Seungmin hissed. 

“Sssfuck yes, suck on it beautiful.” You started bobbing your head taking more of him each time then sucked hard as you pulled off. You spit on his cock again and started stroking him fast before putting him back in your mouth, moving up and down his dick. You took him deep, gagged and pulled off, your spit stringing from your lips and his cock. 

“That felt so fucking good baby, can you do more?” You wiped the spit off your chin. Seungmin ran his fingers through your hair moving it away from your face so he could see better as you tried. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged again pulling away. You took a deep breath and put him back into your mouth.  

You gagged on him again but this time you didn’t pull away, instead you bobbed your head and started fucking your own throat with Seungmin’s big dick. His grip on your hair tightened. He closed his eyes and threw his head back moaning, enjoying the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, your throat tightening around his tip every time it hit the back. You pulled away taking a big gasping breath and jacked him off with both hands. 

“Your so fucking good at that professor, teach me how good you suck cock baby.” You spit on his dick and started blowing him again. To say that you were enthusiastic would be an understatement. You would suck on him hard then deep throat him and gag before bobbing up and down his cock and doing it all over again. Seungmin fisted your hair into a ponytail at the back of your head and gently started thrusting into your mouth.  

“Ohhhhh fuck yes like that baby yes.” You braced your hands on Seungmin’s hips again so he didn’t go too deep, letting him thrust into your mouth and fuck your face. 

“Look up at me let me see your pretty face while I fuck it.” You looked up at Seungmin and watched the look on his face as he continued thrusting into your mouth. 

“God you are so fucking pretty like that!” Seungmin pulled out and helped you up off your knees. He grabbed the condom you gave him from his pants on the floor and tore open the foil packet. He took it out pinched the tip and rolled it down his thick cock. Seungmin grabbed you by your skirt pulling you close and kissed you. 

“Take off your panties, turn around and bend over for me beautiful.” You made quick work of your underwear, tossing them and then put your hands against the wall bracing yourself as you spread your legs and bent over, exposing your creamy pussy from the back. 

“Look at that. My professor has such a pretty fucking pussy. So wet for me.” Seungmin ran his fingers up and down your slit spreading your slick. He got behind you and lined up his cock with your pussy, rubbing his tip through your folds teasing you a little.  

You arched your back and stuck your ass out more. Seungmin had no intentions on actually teasing you. He ran a hand over the swell of your ass and gripped your hip then he pressed his tip against your hole and slowly sank into you. When his big dick slipped into you, you let out a little whine. 

“Doing so good for me gorgeous, so fucking pretty with my big cock inside you.” He pushed in deeper and this time your whine turned into a choked moan. 

“So good so good, just a little more baby, almost there.” He praised you. You pressed your hands into the wall nodding and Seungmin pushed the last of his length into you. 

“FFFFFfffuckuhhh...” You bit your lip and stifled your moan.  

“BIG fucking cock! God damn...” Was all you could manage to say. Seungmin leaned over you and you could feel his thick cock move inside you. He grabbed one of your big tits and played with it as he reached between your legs and teased your clit while you got adjusted to having him inside you. After a minute he pulled out and gave you a deep thrust. 

“Seungmin!” One of your hands flew to your mouth, the other still holding you up against the wall. 

“Shhh... I know. Feels good?” You nodded not willing to risk moving your hand from your mouth just yet. Seungmin’s big cock started sliding in and out of you slowly as he continued playing with one of your breasts and your clit. Once he got going good he pulled you upright from the wall. His chest pressed up against your back. His cock was buried even deeper inside your cunt in this position. He wrapped his arms around your perfect body gripping on to one of your tits again as he reached back between your legs to continue playing with your pussy. You shoved your fist into your mouth to keep quiet as he gave you his cock deep in this position, rolling his hips, grinding against you more than thrusting. 

“Want you to cum on my cock, wanna feel your legs shaking you cum so hard on my big fucking dick. You can do it, cum for me professor.” Seungmin played with your clit more and his thrusts got harder. You pulled your fist from your mouth. 

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard Seungmin don’t stop fucking me deep like that. I’m gonna cum...” You were panting and moaning. He stopped playing with your clit gripping and squeezing both of your breasts now. Your back was completely flush against Seungmin’s chest as he gave it to your hard and deep from the back.  

You braced against the wall with one hand pushing yourself back onto him as he fucked into you as if he could go any deeper. You could feel your impending orgasm approaching and you reached back with your free hand gripping the hair at Seungmin’s nape tightly as you came hard on his cock. 

“FFFUUSEUN-” You started to scream out, unable to control the level of your voice and one of Seungmin’s big hands left one of your tits and clamped over your mouth as he fucked you harder through your orgasm.  

“Shhh shhh shh don’t want anyone to hear you creaming all over my big cock in this closet professor.” Your eyes rolled back and you kept screaming into his hand as your juices dripped down your legs and Seungmin’s cock. He kept railing you deep until your pussy stopped convulsing around his cock and your legs started shaking making your knees give out. Seungmin moved his hand away from your mouth so you could breathe easier. He stopped thrusting and helped hold you up as your legs wobbled like Bambi on ice, his dick still buried balls deep inside you. You were panting absolutely out of breath, stray hairs sticking to your red, sweaty face.  

Seungmin helped you brace yourself against the wall so you didn’t just collapse when he let go then pulled his cock out of you. You laid against the wall, your face resting on its cool surface. Seungmin gently gripped your elbow making you turn to face him. When you did you leaned against the wall again, head back, eyes closed, still working on catching your breath.  

“You okay?” You nodded as Seungmin pushed the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. 

“I-I’m good, t-that that was FUCKING amazing!” Seungmin laughed a little before leaning in to kiss you. 

“I’m very glad you thought so professor, does that mean I get a passing grade.” You laughed breathless. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life! A++ and I’m granting you bonus points for your EXCELENT oral exam. Consider yourself teacher’s pet!” Seungmin caged you in his arms against the wall and kissed you. 

“Yea? What does teacher’s pet get for getting such good marks?” You opened your eyes and looked at him smiling. 

“What does he want?” Seungmin grabbed your breasts with both hands again, squishing and squeezing, pushing them up and together before toying with your nipples then doing it all again as if they were his new favorite toy. 

“I wanna fuck these and cum all over them.” He said pushing your tits together harder.  

“Yea? That’s what you want?” Seungmin nodded eagerly licking his lips. 

“FUCK yes! I would kill to fuck these big perfect tits and cover them in my cum. Can I? Please?” You didn’t see why not. You nodded. 

“Fucking really!?” He’d only been imagining fucking your tits since meeting you practically. 

“Yea want you to cum all over my tits Seungmin.” He almost jumped for joy. He looked around the storage closet really quick and saw a wooden desk chair. He grabbed it and dragged it over for you to sit on. You sat your ass down on the cool wooden seat and Seungmin stood in front of you. He pulled the condom off and set it aside to throw away later. He gripped his cock and stroked it a few times.  

You tilted your head down and let a big wad of spit drip from your mouth down the valley of your breasts. Seungmin immediately started smearing it up and down with the tip of his dick, getting the space between your tits slippery and wet.  

He pressed his cock against your sternum and you pushed your tits up around his shaft. He started thrusting slowly, the tip of his dick disappearing between your breasts then popping back up, getting redder each time. Seungmin leaned over, spit on his tip and started fucking your big tits faster. He was breathless and panting ass he humped your chest. 

“So good, so fucking good, perfect fucking titties, big and soft, squeeze my cock just right, fucking perfect. Squeeze them tighter please please tighter baby.” He started getting more excited and fucked your tits faster. You spit on your tits and squeezed them together tighter for him like he asked. You tilted your head down and stuck out your tongue so that when the tip of Seungmin’s cock peeked out from between your breasts you could lick it. 

“Oh my fucking god! Yes lick it! Push your tits together harder. Fuck!” You pushed them together more. Seungmin spit on your tits again and held onto your shoulders as he fucked your big tits faster, his cock making a wet squelching sound every thrust. He had trouble keeping his rhythm as his climax approached. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” He fucked your big tits faster and started to cum. You kept your breasts squeezed around his cock tightly as he did. Seungmin’s thrusts slowed down as streaks of his cum shot across your chest and neck pooling around his cock trapped between your tits.  

He gave a few more slow thrusts, working all of his cum out, riding the last of his orgasm, enjoying the slippery feeling of smearing his cum between your tits. You let go of your breasts and Seungmin took a step back. He enjoyed the sight of his big load dripping down your chest and smeared all over your tits as he tried to catch his breath. You tsked him. 

“Well you made a mess.” You playfully scolded him. He huffed out a laugh as he continued to catch his breath post nut. 

“Sorry about that professor.” He winked at you smiling then looked around and found his t-shirt. He grabbed it and started wiping his cum off your chest and breasts with it. After he got you cleaned up as best he could you both searched around for your scattered articles of clothing.  

Seungmin slipped into his underwear and pants then helped you pull your tight skirt back down. You pulled your bra up stuffing your big breasts back into the lacey cups and fixing the straps on your shoulders. Seungmin found his blue button up shirt and his sweater then separated them, putting on the blue shirt and buttoning it up.  

After, he grabbed the sweater holding it open so you could put it on. You turned around and he buttoned it up for you as well. Seungmin thought you looked really fucking cute in his clothes. You started searching around the closet again. 

“What are you looking for?” You lifted your exploded blouse looking under it. 

“My panties.” Seungmin smirked reaching into his pants pocket, pulling them out and revealing them. 

“Oh you mean these?” He twirled them around on his finger and when you tried to snatch them away he gripped them tightly in his fist and held them up out of your reach. 

“Aht aht! I think I earned these professor.” He put them to his face and sniffed them. You tried to snatch them from him again unsuccessfully. 

“Give me my panties Seungmin.” You said sternly. 

“Or what? Are you going to give me detention?” He stuffed them back into his pocket laughing. You picked up your blouse and threw it at his face.  

“Fine keep them but you still have to find all my buttons and fix my fucking shirt!” Seungmin pulled you close wrapping his arms around you giving you a big wet kiss on the cheek. You pushed at his chest feigning irritation although the smile on your face was a dead giveaway he was already forgiven. He squeezed you tightly. 

“Whatever you say professor.” 

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Stephanie (at least throught the 90s-00s) had a very discernible violent streak and morals that don’t really line up with tim and the other bats around her. This is kinda lost on modern comics, either because of how much she’s being sidelined or as an attempt to soften her character and make her more likeable, but i genuinely think it was a interesting part to her characer that we should bring back.

Steph is sort of angry and reckless, she became spoiler without any training because she needed to get her father out of her and her mother’s life permanently, and she didn’t care for the implications of what she had to do to get there.

In her debut, you can see how desperate and impatient she is, she was tired of all the harm arthur caused to her family and of the helplessness of never being able to do something about it. It’s just a lot of bottled up anger you can tell she’s been struggling with for years, so when she finally finds a way to channel it onto something good (you can argue on how much good beating up criminals would really do, but this is from steph’s pov) it immediately leads up to her being ready to murder her father on the first opportunity she gets.

And even after bruce convinces stephanie to Not Kill Him, she still expresses multiple times how she doesn’t care for men like her father and saving them is a waste of her time. She is usually pretty willing to let “bad” people die because, as she sees it, their lives aren’t more important then the ones they ruined.

I wouldn’t say steph has very “strong” opinions on murder like jason, for example, does, but she definetly has a detachment to bruce, cass and tim’s morals that end up pushing her into a place of distrust with all of them at some point or another. She is willing to adapt to what her teammates (on the occasions where she did get to feel like a part of a team) expect of her in a mission because she values their opinion of her and wants to receive proper support and training, but it doesn’t make her dislike the kind of people who’s lives she is told to care about any less.

In the short time steph had as robin that trend of loose morals in comparison to the bats really continues, like in that one story where a guy she hit recklessly doesn’t die by pure luck and when bruce is scolding her about it she just goes “he was a serial killer, so really, why should i even care?”, or when she has that talk with batgirl after having to be stopped from beating the shit out of the penguin and ponders a bit about “when does it end? Am i really that wrong for wishing we could just take guys like this out of our lives?”.

It’s a very noticeable highlight on this aspect of stephanie right near the end, and it builds up to when she is fighting fo her life against black mask and finally manages to get the upperhand. It’s not the first time she has someone’s life on her hands but it is the first time she hesitates, maybe because the stakes are higher now, but mainly it’s just because of how guilty she feels for the gang war, for fucking it up with batman and for orpheus’ death. When she lets black mask live it’s not because she thinks it’s the right thing or because she doesn’t want to blow his brains out, it’s out of respect for bruce, because she feels like she already ruined everything, she should have known better and she owes him something, so she does what batman would do. And then that gets her killed.

So, let’s be real, why should i think that after all of this, after her father ruined her mother’s life, after she watched hundreds of children get killed and traumatized by monsters like the penguin, after the one time she tries to follow the damn code it kills her, should she have any notion that murdering is wrong if when she’s looking back on it, killing a bitch would have solved all of her problems from day one?

Being a Stephanie Brown fan is so annoying sometimes because you read about this child consistently trying to commit murder since her literal debut just for some random writer and those “batboys” mfs go around saying that she thinks murder is wrong

[frogchiro]

Been thinking about Chris in the college AU…

I think he’s a fuckboy, but at his core he has trad sensibilities (because he’s an asshole). So he fucks around with girls at college, but his ultimate goal is to find a nice girl to marry who can stay in his house and raise his kids so she never has to use that pretty little college degree.

Maybe he’s a sophomore now, so he’s still looking to chase tail, not quite ready to find his wife, so he’s not looking very hard.

But then Leon keeps talking about you. And poor Leon… he has no idea that him talking about his crush on you and all of the things he likes about you is like dropping bleeding prey in a shark tank. If Leon had kept his crush a secret, you might never have been noticed by any of them! But now it seems like every guy in his frat wants a piece of you!

And Chris sees you occasionally around campus, in class, almost never at any parties. You’re a good student, well dressed (mostly modest!), with great hips and a great rack (childbearing!!). And one day he sees you sitting with Ashley for coffee, and you take a napkin to wipe some whipped cream from her mouth for her, and Chris has to run back to the house to take a cold shower because he can so easily imagine you doing the same thing to his babies when you have them. What?

You’re almost never at the frat parties, cause you’re a good girl. And when you are, he never sees you go off with any guys, never lets them feel you up, you never get sloppy and drunk like that other sluts that come to these things. You just delicately sip from your cup, smiling and laughing with your little group of friends. You wear such nice jewelry— his ring on your finger would fit so perfectly with your look. What?

And the way you brush off Krauser and Leon when they’re being sleazy and quite frankly, desperate. He might’ve fallen for you at the exact same moment as Krauser. And Chris has such a superiority complex about his attraction to you. Leon just has a stupid little boy crush, Krauser wants to dick you down stupid, and to be honest… he’s not entirely certain what Luis is angling for, but he knows it’s probably not anything virtuous. But Chris wants to make an honest woman outta you 💖 so in his mind, he’s the only one pursuing you for the “right” reasons.

And if you’re friends with Clair, he’s totally taking advantage of that. Fishing for information about you, asking if you maybe have somewhere to go during holiday break…

-🐱

Yeah tbh that sums Chris really well up ;; Also I apologize for not answering sooner I just had a lot going on with uni work and it really hindered my writing attempts </3

And yes, Chris is definitely that type of guy that will fuck any girl that is willing but they are the sluts!! They are the hoes who don't respect themselves and are only after the dick!!1 And he is the nice guy who will fuck them and throw them out afterwards bc he 'doesn't do feelings' or shit like that.

Chris is here only for a good time and ofc experience! Like you said, despite being an asshole and a obnoxious party and fuckboy, he has weirdly traditional values at heart; white picked fence, a sweet stay at home wife with a baby on her hip for who he will gladly provide for as the loving and caring husband and will need all the sexual experience to make his wifey feel good...But he still has time! He is in college for 'all the experiences' more than the education itself and he's not the sharpest tool in the shed with how reckless he is but that's fine!

...Until it isn't

It was all fine and dandy until Leon started to bring you up, some girl he met in class and was gushing over you. Okay, weird enough since Leon wasn't really the gushing type but fair enough, nothing to worry over. But then it started to escalate and Chris started to wonder what is going on with his friend. Leon stopped going on those casual dates, stopped hooking up, never even glanced at another girl and his whining about you got even worse.

The final straw for Chris was when he caught Leon jacking off and filming himself while whining something about 'please respond I send you a cumshot video, now you have to send me a pussy pic, please even a tit pic please-' and Chris knew he had to get to know this girl that made Leon so pussy whipped without even seeing it as far as he knows!

And yeah Chris probably saw you for the first time during that one party where you and your little friend rejected Krauser's advances and Chris almost snorted his drink out and spat on the girl he was flirting with; suits that blonde asshole right, and you're...You're honestly incredible in Chris's eyes. So assertive and composed...Your clothes on the more revealing side, your tits almost spilling out of that dress, fuck...But still nowhere slutty like other girls!

Chris definitely has a weird superiority complex; despite the fact that he's arguably the worst hypocrite out of the group he still believes that his love for you is the only 'real' one; Leon is a dumb horny rich boy with a middle school crush, Krauser will sleaze over pretty girls all the time and Luis is a certified ladies man, he refers to himself in that way for fucks sake! And then there is Chris who wants to wife you up! Isn't he charming?? Just please ignore those girls who complain about the hookups he had with them, they are probably just bitter that he threw them out <3

[quarterlifekitty]

Read buttermilk today and now @ceilidho got me on that babysitter grindset… but what if I freaked it up a little.

cw: age gap (reader is around 21 and Soap is like 29ish), something sorta flirting with/on the edge of fauxcest due to a sibling-like bond, so I’m gonna tag it as such just in case.

Before Johnny enlisted, he’d only ever had one paying job.

Taking care of you.

About eight years your senior, your mom decided to go back to working when you were around 4 and he was on the cusp of 13. And for 5 years (an eternity to a kid like you) he was your best friend in the world. Would get out of school, walk to the elementary school to get you, bring you home, and hang out until whenever your parents got off of work.

And the boy was devoted. Didn’t mind that he had to put off hanging with his friends till the weekend. Didn’t mind making your snacks or watching silly kids movies. Didn’t mind when you asked him to play pretend veterinarian with you, and he had to lay down and act like a really sick horse. And you loved him.

The first time your parents took you on a vacation and you realized he wouldn’t be there? You were so mad. As mad as a 4 year old can be.

You’re embarrassed when you cry at the news that he’s enlisting— at age 10 you’re not supposed to cry anymore, you’re a big girl. He hugs you so tight, early in the morning before he has to go.

His folks move during his first tour. There isn’t an anchor to bring him back to you for a very long time. Over a decade, as it turns out.

He’s getting ready to go on leave when he gets a call— his mum buzzing with some kind of gossip as usual.

“You’ll never guess who I saw down at Sainsbury’s—“

Your university happens to be in the town his family moved to. He has his own place now of course, but he likes to keep close to them.

His first night back and his mum is beside herself— trying to get the place nice, because you’re joining them for dinner. Johnny never even considers that when you come to the door, you’re not the little girl he left tearing up on her parents porch.

He has to remember to close his mouth at the sight of you. His dad offers you a beer for fuck’s sake. He’s amazed at how much has changed— but also, how much is the same. The curve of your nose, and bubble of your laughter, the way your eyes widen with interest.

You happen to be on break right now. So of course, he ends up unwittingly spending all of his leave with you. You were always a funny kid— you’re a lot funnier now that you can swear. And you were always cute but now you’re so… pretty.

And he is not a fucking fan of the kind of attention it gets you. The way guys look at you when you’re sitting alone, waiting for him at a coffee shop. How your phone goes off at least once every 20 minutes, and it’s almost always ‘this guy from your class’. He tells himself that it’s just because he was responsible for you for so long— that he’s just having trouble shaking that off. He just remembers when you were so innocent— he doesn’t wanna see you get chewed up and spit out by college boys.

And he keeps finding himself falling into old patterns. Making you stay still so he can wipe your mouth after having a bit of a messy danish. Holding your hand tight when you’re in a busy place, crossing any streets. Having you tell him what you want so he can order things for you. Picking you up so he can hear you giggle and tell him to put you down.

He tells himself that when he touches himself later that it’s just because being away for work has left him touch starved and sensitive. It’s only natural to get turned on by a pretty girl who leans into him… especially when you get along so famously.

(Even though he remembers playing I spy while he held your hand and walked you home from school, your little backpack slung over his shoulder, even though he had his own to carry. )

Before he knows it, it’s his last night at home, ending it off with another of his mum’s dinners. At the table you casually mention the graduate schools you’re thinking of going to— some close by, some not. He almost chokes when you mention that there’s a really nice school in Canada you were considering.

That’s when he knows he’s fucked. Because he doesn’t think of that as you getting on with your life. Of a girl getting her education. He thinks of that as losing you, and after the bliss of the past couple of weeks he’s had with you, he’s not sure he’ll take being separated from you nearly as long as he did the last time. Not to mention all of the guys at your school trying to get their hands on you.

So he’s gonna have to find a way to get you too invested to travel far. And figure out how to protect you from those assholes when he’s not around.

Making you a part of his family and putting his ring on your finger should be enough, right?

[briarberrythornedhart]

Maritime Warfare

Contains: flirting, banter, not appropriate work behavior, licking someone’s hand, suggestive talk, fluff

Eddie is very used to people pulling away.

He plays chicken, or teases, or gets in their faces. He flirts hard and dirty. And his target inevitably backs away and it hurts a little but Eddie tells himself it’s what he wanted. That he ‘won’ somehow. Because they think he’s too scary, or intense, or TOO MUCH and they always back away, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch... So - it’s a win of sorts. Right??

Cut to the moment when Eddie’s pulse is racing and he is sweating kinda all over and his cock is pressed uncomfortably against his jean fly but he can’t adjust it or YOU might notice his hand and follow it down with your hot eyes.

He’s only gone ATOMIC because you flirted back.

🍦 🦇 🍦

The new StarCourt Mall is bustling. Built further up Coal Mill Road, Northeast from Lover’s Lake, the new Mall has a lot of the old mall’s classic’s, including a Scoops Ahoy with the new management from Murray Bauman.

When Eddie got hired at Guitar Center he found he could get the occasional free scoop from Dustin Henderson if he were on shift. But the week SHE started working there, he suddenly found himself wanting ice cream for lunch - and only Ice Cream - every day.

“Back again, I see? Things slow at the Rock Star Factory?” His dream girl asked, adjusting her vest and readying the sample spoons. Probably because the last time he was here, Eddie swore he was gonna try every flavor. He had quickly done the math that with the 2 samples policy it would take him about a month to complete that quest.

“No officially licensed ‘Ahoy’ greeting dished out for little ol’ me??” Eddie asked.

“Ahoy. there. Matey. Are you ready to set sail on an ocean of flavor?” She said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. I’m hungry for a tasty adventure.” Eddie nodded.

She stuck out her tongue. Which was what he wanted to really taste... “Dustin is off work today. It’s just me here so don’t hold up the line with your usual indecision paralysis, okay?”

Eddie indicated ‘who me?’ by touching his chest, innocent as the day is long. “What’s the proper rank to address you by whilst I order?” Eddie asked. “Is it cadet, boatswain, or plain ol’ ...Seaman?’ He asked with a wide smirk.

She laughed, “You’re gonna call me whatever you want, Eddie, I don’t know why you ask permission.”

“I just can’t believe this uniform you have to wear, it’s a bit campy, don’t you think, like... don’t you mind that you have to wear that little hat and that the guys uniform is less tight and not as short?”

“Is it, I hadn’t noticed.” She said dryly, “Why..? do I look especially bad in it??” Eddie was almost certain he saw her pout, for a millisecond.

“No,” Eddie shook his head emphatically and gestured wildly with his hands, almost taking out a little kid who was pressing his face to the ice cream freezer. “You- you look great. I bet Murray hired you because he was thinking about what you’d look like in that get up... and out of it. You know he’s a big perv, right?”

Eddie leaned in, got closer and straightened her ‘My Name Is Y/N, Ask me about Scoops Points” Pin...and instead of her knocking his hand away or telling him to hurry up and order, or telling him to shut the fuck up, all of which he was prepared for as normal responses to his nonsense - she leaned in closer and whispered, “Murray’s never-ever gonna see what’s under this get up. That’s for Your Eyes Only, Sailor.”

Eddie nearly swallowed his own tongue.

“So whatt’ll it be?” She asked. “Probably not vanilla, right? You don’t look like you enjoy plain vanilla.” She looked him up and down, grinning.

“I l-like vanilla sometimes...” Eddie stammered.

“With something drizzled on it? Extra whipped cream on top? Over hot pie? Oh - I can warm up a couple big soft cookies for you??”

“DO YOU WANNA go out sometime?!” Eddie started this out a little louder than he meant to.

Her eyes were so surprised on him - her mouth was in the shape of a little ‘o’.

The other patrons all seemed to be looking at him all the sudden and yet that was not as nerve wracking as waiting for her answer.

“I’m sorry I should not have asked you - you’re at work - Can I just ... ::sigh:: have a scoop of chocolate please and thank you.” Eddie murmured, and rubbed his forehead hard enough to hurt a bit.

She gave him a large scoop of chocolate in the Kiddie Scoop Sloop. Too much to fit in that container, really.

He handed her a $5 bill and Eddie studiously looked at Everything except Her while she rang it up

“Your change?” She said and pressed that same 5 back into his hand?? and held it there until he looked back into her eyes.

“Whut?” Eddie knew she’d cast a spell on him, he was stunned-reeling and likely to remain so for some time.

“Hey - It’s dripping all over your hand, Messy.” She took his hand holding the Scoop Sloop and licked a drip from his forefinger over his knuckles. Her tongue was so warm.

“Let’s go out after work?” She asked. “You get off at 7?”

Eddie thought for a beat. “Usually, but I’d like to get you off first.”

And she didn’t pull away or flinch. She just smiled.

Eddie had never been so happy to ‘lose’.

[mayghosts]

Snow Angel: Squalls (3) Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: Whay happened before Halloween (reader tweaks out)

(Toc) (last)

Warnings: religion/religous trauma, homophobia and internal homophobia, Catholicism, alcohol and improper alchohol use

AN: guys I'm so sorry for this its a bit intense but I love angst and am religiously traumatised myself soooooo…

October 29, 2022

The processional music rang out over the aged speakers in the church as the priest made his way down the center aisle. The inscence made your eyes water and the smell of the old rotting carpet consumed your senses. You stared straight ahead, squeezing your eyes shut. Waiting for the confessional.

Pushing the curtain open, you stepped into the dark box and kneeled on the thinly padded cushion.

“Bless my father for I have sinned..”

The same thing every week. You glanced up through the mesh screen at the shadowed face in the other side.

He said the same thing every time.

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors you stepped out into the cold October air. You felt your chest tighten as you looked down at the notifications from Paige.

Shoving your phone in your pocket you started the walk back to her dorm.

October 30, 2022:

You sighed at the sight of her. Long blonde hair cascading down her back, tiny shirt, big pants. You didn't even know what she was dressed up as, you didn't care. Fuck I need a drink.

You knew it was okay. It's okay to be gay and like girls. Paige liked girls and that's fine. You really had no issue with other people living their lives how they wanted to because it wasn’t you business. But you couldn't ignore the crawling feeling that chewed at your stomach when you saw a pretty girl when you saw Paige. The guilt that would slowly consume you, make you feel sick to your stomach. Worst of all you could never just admit it to yourself, you liked Paige more than a friend, and it was eating you alive.

You quickly tore your gaze away from the blonde, making you way over to Nika who was nursing a bottle of tequila. Withing the hour, the churning in your stomach had melted away, and when you looked at Paige, instead of hearing the priests voice you heard her sweet calming tone.

October 31, 2022

7 AM mass is usually reserved for old people from nursing homes and early morning commuters—and you. Sliding into a row in the back, you kneeled, letting your forehead rest against the pew in front of you. You didn’t move the whole mass.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned…”

He says the same thing every time. And when you leave, the same consuming, heavy, feeling occupies your chest. You blame the tears on the incents and walk out of the church with you head low.

—

Paiges dorm was full of people and you had been nursing a bottle of pink whitney since you got home from mass. “Paigeeeee, are you ready to go?” you giggled, stumbling into her dorm living room and wrapping your arms around her neck. “Jesus Nika what did you give her?” You could hear the concern laced in Paiges voice as she stabilized your hips and unwound your hands from her neck. You melted under her touch, god she was pretty.

You gently held onto her hands, running your fingers over her knuckles and holding them up to your face. “What did she give you? Hmm?” you looked up at her big blue eyes, laced with concern. Can you feel the sin? Can you see it written in my eyes? Do I feel dirty to her too? You giggled slightly slumping into her chest. “Nothingggg~ look I'm fine!” You attempted to sober yourself up, standing up straight, trying not to sway on your feet.

“Sure thing babe.” You felt your stomach churn at the pet name. You hummed back at her, you watched her eyes search your face before she gave up and turned back to her conversation with Aaliyah.

—

You stumbled out of the bar. This is bad, so so bad. You knew you were beyond drunk. Messy. The only good thing about this situation was Paige, gently guiding you into the back of an uber and closing the door behind you both.

She had never looked prettier. Ever. “I like your hair.” She grinned at you “Thanks, I do too.” “its very pretty” you reached up, running your fingers through her hair. “Whats it like…?” your sentence faded our as you glanced out the window, your hand still fiddling with her hair. “Hmm?” She looked back at you. You dropped her hair looking back into her eyes. You felt like you were being swallowed. The uber pulled into your parking lot before you could finish your sentence.

“Come on, lets go.” Paiges voice was gentle, coaxing you out of the backseat, looping an arm around you and guiding you in through the door. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as she leaned in a bit to put the key in the door. “Paige.”

“Yea? What is it?”

“I love you” she smilled at you and you felt your vision blur. “Awwe I love you too, don't cry!” You desperately palmed at the tears rolling down your cheeks. She gently placed you on the bathroom counter. “Whats wrong?” grabbing a cotton pad she began scrubbing at the makeup on your face. You sniffled and shook your head.

“C’mon you can tell me anything. Whats up?” she stopped her gentle scrubbing to crouch to your level. “I’m so scared, Paige you're killing me.” you could feel the tears burning in your eyes, yor chest felt tight as you gripped her hands. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling her straighten up infront of you. She paused for a moment, unsure about whether or not to dissect this. “Lets go to bed, okay. I know you're probably tired.” You could feel her gently guide you off the counter, your eyes still squeezed shut.

“Maybe walking would be a bit easier if you opened your eyes?” you shook your head. “I'm not supposed to see you anymore.” You stumbled into her back as paused again, obviously confused. “I can’t go to Heaven anymore Paige this is all I have now.”

The silence was heavy, the only sound coming from the silent crys you let out. She kept moving slowly through your messy room. You yanked on her hand, pulling her to face you. “Its your fault! Why don't you care!” she gently guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. In the dark light you could make out the tears waiting in her eyes. You really ruined it this time. You pushed at her shoulders, repetitively hitting her with weak jabs and punches. “You’re ruining me Paige! You're ruining me! I don't stand a chance I- how do you live with…it?!” You both knew what you meant. You had done this before, a long time ago.

Tears streamed down your face, dripping into your lap. Paige was silent as she moved to take your shoes off and pull the cover up. “Sleep on your side, don't roll over.” Her voice was flat, monotone, but you could see the hurt still in her eyes. As she stood up to walk to the door you grabbed at her arm. “No, no, no please Paige don't leave me! Please I'm sorry, I love you, please. I really do, I'll live with it, ill live with it for you. Just for you you're all I need I-” You watched her cry, her back turned to you. Broad shoulders shaking as she rubbed her eyes. Silently she left the room, the door softly clicking behind her.

In the darkness of the room, you swore you could smell the old carpet and the inscense.

November 15, 2022

As you walked out of the church, head still pounding from last night, you glanced down at your screen to a text from an unknown number.

"Hey! I don't know if you remeber me, but my name is Maggie we met last night! If you don't remeber we talked a bit last night and I helped you get home."

another text came through as you stared at the screen.

"Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you were okay and see if you wanted to get coffee or something today?"

You unlocked your phone and opened the chat, responding immediately.

"Yea sure! what are you doing for lunch?"

(see how our dialoge changes colors 😗😗😗)

TAGLIST: @smiths-fan--13 @yannasuniverse @stydiaownsmyheart @hellokittyfeenie @justareadernotawriter1

[cakerybakery]

Morning. Have a story.

-

It was difficult to do things with Adam’s hand in his. Forced to be together, they fought worse than before.

Charlie’s plan had the opposite effect she was hoping for. Now they couldn’t escape each other until the twenty-four hour timer was up, and so fought like crazy because they couldn’t escape each other.

“Hurry up!” Lucifer hissed with his back turned. The first man took too long to piss.

“It’s fucking hard to go with you there. Calm your ass down.” Adam sniped back.

At last Adam finished and flushed. They washed their hands and were faced with the next problem. Getting ready for bed.

It sucked having to use his left hand to brush his teeth, but his right was occupied. But the real problem was getting undressed.

They could both look away, but they couldn’t let go. Eventually as their clothing was stuck on their arms, Lucifer gave up. He snapped his fingers and used magic to finish getting them both down to their boxers.

Lucifer had to take the left side of the bed and crawling in was more like shuffling.

Muttering polite, but half-hearted, good nights, they tried to sleep.

Adam couldn’t toss and turn. He liked laying on his right side but his left hand was firmly attached to Lucifer’s right hand.

After several minutes Lucifer got pissy. “Fucking, cut it out. Stop moving.”

“I can’t sleep like this.” Adam fidgeted, “I need to lay on my right side.”

“Fine. If it gets you to stop moving.” Lucifer began climbing over Adam. Stopping as he straddled Adam’s waist to figure out where to go next.

Adam’s cock stirred at the image on Lucifer on him like that. Their fingers entwined, on of Lucifer’s hands on his pec. The idea of that twig of a fallen angel riding him popped up and Adam wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep for a different reason.

Lucifer’s snakey tongue stuck out as he thought. Now Adam was thinking about what a blowjob with that tongue would feel like.

Before he could shove Lucifer off him, Lucifer laid down on his chest and rolled off. Dragging Adam to his side as they now spooned.

Wiggling against him, Lucifer used Adam’s right arm as a pillow and they were now cuddling.

There was no way Lucifer couldn’t feel the chub against his ass. The ass that was just right there. A little bit of fabric in the way.

Adam could spread Lucifer and bury himself deep.

He swallowed hard. Maybe Lucifer would be into that? Want it just as bad? He wasn’t moving away even through there was definitely a dick-

Lucifer snored.

“Motherfucker.”

Adam had to ignore his prick. He was almost there when Lucifer whimpered.

In his sleep, Lucifer’s legs kicked. It was just a tad, but enough for Lucifer’s ass to rub against his crotch.

He wanted to get pissed that he was being teased, but it was obvious Lucifer was having a nightmare.

One arm was trapped under Lucifer’s head, the other was in Lucifer’s hand, so he did the only thing he could. He shook the guy a little.

“Hey!” Adam tried to bring Lucifer back to the awake world.

Lucifer moaned sleepily and that did not fucking help.

“Get up, asshole.”

He groaned and rubbed his head against Adam’s arm. So Adam pulled Lucifer in closer, squeezing him like a squeaky toy.

Lucifer wasn’t hurt, rather he cuddled closer, pulling Adam more on top of him. He let out a content little sigh.

Adam was almost completely on top of Lucifer. “The fuck am I? A weighted blanket?” He grumbled but Lucifer stopped kicking his hooves.

It was a little awkward with their one hands forced to be together, but it was kind of cozy.

When was the last time he held a partner? Cuddled? Adam couldn’t recall.

In heaven he just fucked off after sex. Hell too. Hell-born chicks didn’t expect him to stick around.

It was nice to cuddle.

He rested his head on top of Lucifer’s. Adam closed his eyes, unsure if he’d sleep, but he’d try.

A whiny little, “Adaaaam.” Woke him before the alarm.

Lucifer wriggled against him, under him. That little ass rubbing him just right.

“Wake up!” Lucifer was pinned and Adam grinned.

He ducked his head down to whisper in what he approximated Lucifer’s ear holes to be, “morning, babe.” Adam ground his dick into Lucifer’s ass. “The way you’re grinding against my dick, you’re making me think you want to go for a ride.”

Lucifer grabbed Adam’s face with his free hand and shoved him away. “Fuck off. If anything, I’d top you, asshole.”

Adam rolled his hips against Lucifer. “Bet I could make you a crying, whimpering, mess, begging me for more.”

The sin of pride didn’t like that.

He was quickly shoved onto his back and while Lucifer was back to straddling him, Adam barely recognized the mass of tentacles as being Lucifer before he was enveloped by them.

Adam gasped as his every limb was wrapped around. The tentacles were slippery and it made him hot wherever he was touched. Lucifer’s lips were on his and a tentacle tongue swiped his mouth.

His mouth started to drool as it heated up. Lucifer seemed to be able to bend and twist as through he had no spine or bones. As Lucifer’s mouth left him, what was clearly a dick took its place.

He didn’t gag like he felt he should have, the coating on Lucifer’s tentacle tongue seemed to have numbed his gag reflex and Adam easily deep throated Lucifer’s massive cock.

The dick was in his throat, his face was being fucked as more tentacles wrapped around his cock, heating it up with its lube until Adam felt like he was in a nice soft warm cunt. Another few spread his ass cheeks. It teased his ass. Touching the sensitive skin and warming him until Adam couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to get the tentacle to enter him.

When it did, Adam wanted to moan but his mouth and throat were still full.

It worked him open slowly, teasingly, increasing in size as it fucked him.

The pleasure in him kept rising.

Lucifer was rocking in and out of Adam’s mouth and Adam was enjoying having his mouth and throat used.

As the tentacle in his ass drove itself deep into him, electricity sizzled up his back. His cock had never been in such a tight spot. It felt like he was constantly entering a chick.

Tentacles teased his nipples. Little suckers on the ends of them pumping.

“Good boy,” Lucifer panted from Adam’s chest. “Look at you, bottoming like a champ. I knew you were all talk. You have lips that beg to be wrapped around a big cock. I’m going to cum down your throat and then fill your ass.” Lucifer fucked his face faster. “Can’t leave my new bitch’s ass empty. You won’t be happy until you’re dripping cum for the rest of the day. Or maybe I should plug you. Keep you wet and spread so whenever I want, I can bend you over. Say something if you don’t want that.”

Adam couldn’t make a noise if he wanted to and Lucifer knew it.

“Aww, you love that idea so much.” Lucifer booped him on the nose. “Okay, sweetie. You can spend the day stuffed full and waiting for me to take you whenever I want. Such a good slut.”

Lucifer moaned and the cock in his mouth was pushed in as far as it could go.

As Lucifer pulled out, Adam could taste the cum left on the tip of the cock.

He coughed and took a deep breathe. They didn’t need to breathe, but it was something their body wanted to do.

The tentacles left his ass and Lucifer’s hard cock filled him again.

Adam moaned and writhed. The suckers on his chest drove him nuts. The tentacle held him and he was forced to keep his legs spread, he wanted to wrap them around Lucifer’s waist. Their hands still held together through that spell.

Lucifer changed the angle as he fucked Adam until Adam screamed. “OH GOD!”

“That’s the spot.”

He pounded into it as Adam came.

As Adam went limp he wondered how long Lucifer would fuck him. How long Lucifer would take his pleasure from Adam’s body.

The tentacles and their strange lube kept Adam in a pleasant zone of being teased. Not enough to drive him crazy if he didn’t get off again, but enough to enjoy as Lucifer continued to fuck him.

Adam flexed his muscles around Lucifer’s cock. Hoping to hurry the man up. It felt good but he was exhausted.

Lucifer moaned as he did and it wasn’t long before Adam felt him tense.

Pulling out, Lucifer went back to normal and let himself crash onto the bed. Snapping his fingers so they were clean.

He stretched and sighed, “been a long time since I’ve done that.”

Suddenly, Lucifer sat up. “Almost forgot.” He pressed a finger into Adam’s ass and Adam let out a startled noise as he felt something plug him. It stretched him a little but didn’t feel like it would easily come out.

“What did you do?”

“What I said I would.”

It wriggled inside of him. Rubbing his prostate on occasion.

“Take it out! I can’t go around with this inside of me! It’s bad enough I let you fuck me!”

Lucifer gave him a mischievous grin. “I could. Or I could add more tentacles. Something to catch the cum. Some suckers on your nipples. You can sit at breakfast, trying to keep a straight face as you cum.” Used his free hand, Lucifer groped Adam’s nuts, fondling them and rolling them a little. “I’d love to give you a snack before lunch. Watch you blow me instead of just watching how well you do at getting your face fucked. Earn that protein.”

Adam was perking back up and Lucifer had another tentacle envelope his cock.

“You like that don’t you?”

He whimpered.

“Yeah. Big man needs to be put in his place.” Lucifer grabbed Adam’s head and yanked in into his crotch. “And I think your place is right where I can fuck you. How about it, babe? Want this?”

Adam licked the cock in front of his mouth.

“Good boy.”

A thrill ran up his spine. Oh fuck yeah. He liked that.

“Praise me.” Adam demanded.

Lucifer was taken aback. He was doing an, ‘I’m in charge,’ thing. He was expecting defiance or compliance. Not for Adam to make his own demands.

“Uhh,” Lucifer’s looked Adam over. “You’re hot like that?”

“Yeah, like that, but without the question at the end.”

“You look so fucking good licking my dick, baby.”

Adam licked him some more.

It was like he was now being rewarded for praising Adam right. Lucifer couldn’t tell if he was loosing his grip on the situation. He couldn’t tell if that was a bad thing.

“I want to see you ride me at someone point.” What would Adam do for praise? “See that ass of yours move as you moan. You look so good. I want to see you taking pleasure. Using my cock like a dildo to get off. Bet it’s hot.”

Adam used more of his mouth.

“You’re so good at this. Your pretty mouth was made for blowjobs. Bet you can deep throat on your own.”

It was as deep as Adam could do at this angle, with one mouth and one hand to keep him up. Still, Adam’s tongue licked the tip as he bobbed up and he sucked as he bobbed down, Lucifer rambled on about how pretty his eyes were, how good he was whatever came to mind. Called Adam smart, handsome, talented, until Adam pulled off to moan and cum.

Panting as he jerked Lucifer off. “God fuck me. This feels good.”

Adam went back to blowing Lucifer and Lucifer enjoyed the sight.

He continued to rattle of praise for everything from how soft Adam’s hair was to how well he played music until Lucifer couldn’t hold back anymore and filled Adam’s mouth.

“Open wide.” Lucifer requested.

Adam opened his mouth so Lucifer could see it covered in cum.

“Good boy. Swallow.”

Adam swallowed.

“You are perfect.” Lucifer praised.

Surging up, Adam kissed him.

“Say it again.”

“You, Adam, are perfect.”

Adam kissed him some more. They made out with Lucifer calling Adam perfect over and over between kisses.

They never ended up leaving the bedroom of Lucifer’s suite.

Instead spending the day like a pair of honeymooners.

When the spell wore off and they had free range of their hands again, it only fuelled their lust.

Texts and calls went unanswered. Lucifer had to yell at Charlie that everything was fine and to go away.

When night fell and they’d lost track of how many time they’d had sex. They laid curled up together, feeding each other nibbles of food and drink Lucifer conjured between kisses.

“This is nice.” Adam sighed after finishing his strawberry and cheese.

“Hmm.” Lucifer agreed, kissing Adam’s forehead. “We’ll have to leave eventually though.”

“Do we?”

“Yeah. Reality is closing in, baby.” Lucifer popped a grape in his mouth.

“Lame.” Adam stroked Lucifer’s soft skin over surprisingly hard muscle. If he wasn’t at least fifteen orgasms over his limit and cumming dry, his dick would be getting hard over how attractive Lucifer’s chest was.

“Hate to spoil the mood, but,” Lucifer pressed a chocolate covered almond to Adam’s lips and he took it in his mouth to eat. ���Is this something you want to keep doing? Cause, I’m having a great day. And I’d like to keep doing this, you, being together, thing.”

Adam hadn’t really thought about the future. He hadn’t really dated anyone since, 1470 something?

He went out with chicks but it was mostly fucking. Adam didn’t really know how to date. Most of his dates over the eons had been disastrous.

They called him a prick, or some variation of egotistical asshole, depending on the time period. So he stopped bothering with most dates and stuck to mainly one night stands.

Oh there was that one chick recently but she never put out. So were they even dating? To begin with?

He didn’t fucking know. Heaven just gave him wives. They never asked about where the relationship was heading or shit.

“Uhhh, sure?” Adam wasn’t sure. “It’s been a pretty fucking great day.” It had been. “So, yeah. Let’s do it some more.” Getting his brains fucked out regularly sounded great.

“Sure. But. Does that mean you want to date or just screw?” Lucifer was turning a little gold around the edges.

It was cute.

Adam liked it.

He kissed Lucifer.

As he pulled apart his heart beat like they fucked, hard.

The little bastard was worming his way into Adam’s stupid heart. He was such a gluttony for praise.

Of course if he did date Lucifer, he’d get lots of praise. And sex. And cuddles. And hanging out with someone.

“Yeah, alright.”

Lucifer was pretty cute. Especially the way he lit up and smiled at him.

“Stupid heart.” Adam muttered quietly as it pounded harder seeing Lucifer’s stupid smile.

Some cheese and slice of apple were pressed to Adam’s mouth and he chewed as Lucifer talked.

“I’ll have to tell Charlie her holding hands to get along spell worked. But not to use it again.”

[discordiansamba]

zuko discovered his earthbending when he was around five and panicked. he can't be an earthbender. they're fighting earthbenders.

so he just. hides it. pretends he's a nonbender.

but he can't stay away from the lure of earthbending, so he sometimes practices in secret. it's really hard trying to figure things out on his own.

eventually ozai finds out about this and well. he's not happy about it. he knows it's impossible that ursa was unfaithful, which means there's no doubt zuko is his son. but if his son is an earthbender, that would call his rule into question- so he pretends zuko is a bastard and disowns him.

it's fine. he was always a failure anyways.

kenzo 100% knows zuko is not his grandson. zuko does not know this. kenzo does not know who exactly zuko actually is- it's not really important anyways. he's a child who was traveling all alone. he needs a warm bed and food in his stomach. a place to stay where he can be safe.

he assumes that zuko might be from the colonies- maybe even of mixed blood, given that he clearly has never had any formal earthbending training in his life.

the villagers are a little suspicious of zuko at first, given the fact that he's obviously fire-blooded, but as time goes on they kind of forget their suspicions. if kenzo says he's his grandson, that's good enough for them.

lao beifong is a frequent patron of kenzo, and therefore zuko travels to gaoling often to deliver his finished commissions. lao has absolutely asked kenzo to teach his daughter toph the art of pottery at one point, feeling that it would be a fine pastime for his poor blind daughter, but kenzo took one 'look' at her and was like. what this young girl wants is not a peaceful life of pottery.

kenzo is not completely blind, but can only make out vague shapes and outlines. he lost his eyesight much later in his life, due to an illness. he was already working as a potter then and had to relearn his craft.

zuko ends up befriending toph. of course he does.

toph: huh. who's this guy and why is he lying about what his name is. ah well. none of MY concern.

zuko attends an earth rumble and watches as the little beifong girl absolutely thrashes grown men twice her side. hah. blind and helpless his ass. grandpa was right.

she agrees to help teach him more combative earthbending. she likes the cut of your jib, mudslinger.

you've seen: the gaang forgets toph is blind. now get ready for: toph forgets zuko isn't blind, because he's been exclusively taught earthbending by two blind people.

zuko may be doing a little light blue spiriting on the side. just a tad.

he gets roped into a standing draft of earthbenders a little bit before aang gets out of the iceberg and is just like. well. fuck. this isn't a great development but if i'll definitely draw more attention to myself if i try to desert.

the term of service is only three years. he can get through that, right? then he can go back home to grandpa.

...oh uh. huh. that is his home, isn't it?

at least he makes a new friend? sensu seems like a great guy.

coincidentally happens to be in the area when zhao captures aang. this looks like a great time to sneak out of camp and do a few blue spirit activities.

iroh helps protect the moon spirit at the north pole and later asks aang for a favor. can you keep an eye out for my nephew as you travel the earth kingdom? his father falsely disowned him as a bastard years ago and i have reason to believe he has been hiding there.

sokka: that shouldn't be too hard. a firebender in the earth kingdom should stand out.

iroh: no. he is an earthbender actually.

sokka: what.

(zuko's past, is in fact, about to catch up with him. but he has more important things to worry about- like sensu's unit being captured.

time for blue spirit activities?

hey wait is that the avatar.)

earthbender zuko would just be shun zuko getting mistaken by a blind potter for his dead grandson and then just. never leaving. he can't break this old man's heart. he ends up learning not only his craft but also a lot of other earthbending tips and tricks from the old man whom he genuinely starts to think of as his grandpa at some point.

(spoiler alert: the old man knows full well zuko isn't his grandson. in fact he doesn't even have a grandson. but the scrawny, clearly starving and definitely abused refugee kid will definitely stick around if he pretends to think otherwise.)

...and then he gets drafted into the earth king's army. well. isn't this ironic.

[changbinsboobs]

Changbin as husband is next I'm curious for his and hyunjinss

This is the longest fucking reading I've ever had so i just HAD to split it in 2 parts so bear with me. I love him but i hate him right now😩 (no im not)

Husband Series: Changbin pt. 1

Ugh...that guy🫠 i bet you if i let him use up my whole deck he would. The amount of "ok last card" i had to say...and yet there was still so much gushing put...and ugh, i just can't stress enough how much into details he is and how much he wants to stress on them and make sure they don't go unnoticed or get misunderstood or overlooked. Reminds me so much of my audhd friend😭. Anyways back on track - tho i don't even know where to begin from, i really think he used up half my deck. I just counted 23 cards😳 i do indeed draw a lot for the others too but thats just next level. Not on topic but i think he's a really chatty drunk😂 now i wanna read on them when drunk🙌🏻😂

Ok soooo since i have so many cards ill try to combine them as much as i can and keep the messages as concise as possible so this post doesn't become a novel - the overall energy i noticed here is not so much emphasis on him as a husband but overall him as a partner in a committed relationship. Which leads me to believe he himself doesn't view marriage with such dread as the others did (there wasn't really any dread with felix bust still a certain anxiety around responsibilities, meanwhile that with changbin is absolutely nonexistent). I would say he seems himself as capable and even ready to take on that responsibility and role if the opportunity presents itself and i think he believes he'll do a good job. He's responsible, capable and can take care of it. I actually sense a feeling of pride in him about that.

Another MAJOR theme is him being a "simp" for his partner (he insists on wife). There are many cards that im trying to sum up:

He's very protective over her and doesn't let anyone say shit about her, he's giving me guard dog vibes. Also a big bodyguardy. I can see him when being out with her eyeing people and being on alert and just idk, looking scary as to scare of any weirdos before they even think about trying something. And to clear any misunderstandings up, im really not getting this coming from jealousy (not that its not there, it is😂, but its just 10% reason, out of 100), but rather because he wants the woman he loves to feel safe and protected around him. He wants her to be able to relax and trust that he will always have her back and keep her safe. He wants her pretty little witty head not to be bothered by ANYTHING!

More from the simpy train - looks up to her a lot and kinda puts her a bit on a pedestal. This is not a very debilitating energy but feels rather like something he has made peace with and accepts - which is that she is indeed better than him and he can never be able to reach her, which means he is incredibly lucky and appreciative of the fact a woman like that has chosen him and he tries whatever he can to live up to her standard and continue to give her reasons to stay with him and continue to love him. Although she can never love him as much as he does (thats his thought🥲). But as i said this doesn't feel victimy to me at all but rather just seems realistic to him and he's a big boy and can accept reality for what it is and choose to feel lucky instead of beating himself up for not being good enough and self sabotage. Im actually really shocked looking at his energy because i can really feel the strength of his mind and ughh just how innovative and flexible he is. His will is just astounding and making me really happy, despite him obviously having some issues he doesn't let himself be defined by it and chooses to spin them to him favor. What an amazing guy💗

Back to the reading - so he spends a lot of time in his head, doing A LOT of 2 things. One is being thinking of his girl and what he can do to make her happy, analyzing previous conversations to see if he missed something or if he has remembered everything. Contemplating if she maybe gave him a hint about something, or if she maybe looked hesitant with something. Maybe her body language was off? He notes that. If there was any difference in her behaviour today, if she looked different. He's really putting LOTS of energy thinking about her and analyzing her and her behaviour. Again this doesn't seem to come from distrust (although he thinks of that as well, its just not his motivator, he just considers everything, thats why) but rather for his own feeling of safety. I think he is a very thoughtful and analyzing and sensitive person in nature so this may be something he always does, except when its something very important to him, and a relationship at that - he does it even more intensely. He doesn't only think about and analyze her tho. He does that to him too, to their relationship as well. He just wants to have a good understanding and overview of everything that is happening in the relationship so he has a sense of control and safety. You can always fix something if you know its broken. Or beginning to bend. You can fix the problem before the branch brakes i think is what he wants to say. And he wants things to run as smoothly as possible with them, and once again he has taken on the responsibility to make his girls life as easy and carefree as possible and how can that happen if he leaves the whole relationship in her hands?! He can't, so he doesn't his part very diligently and tries to keep up on the same level as her, emotional-intelligence-wise.

He also doesn't to just thinking but planing & organizing. So i think he takes lots of care for other stuff too like planing and booking fun dates. If he cant attend then books fun stuff for her. Provide her with the needed tools/means for her to be able to create, to indulge in her hobbies. He really loves that feminine creator energy and really wants to do his best to encourage and provide an encouraging environment for his wife to get in her feminine creator energy and bring him joy with it. Also thats really random but he's always ready and loves giving her massages😂💗(after her long day of crafting). He just loves hearing about it, seeing the excitement in her voice and face. It charges him.

He also spends lots of time fantasizing about her. Reminiscing wonderful dates, imagining potential future ones, creating scenarios etc. He's just A LOT in his head, his mind is really really active, and its very occupied with his love. Also another random message, commitment and love are tied with him somehow. Im seeing he cant commit if he doesn't love but he also cant love if he can't commit. So i would say he's very extreme-y. Like he's either all in or all out. No middle ground. What i mean is he HAS to be this intense in a relationship because for him thats commitment, THATS expressing love. And if he's not able to do that, then his love and interest and enthusiasm begin to fade away. He HAS to be able to be like that in a relationship and i think often he has been labeled (or was) just WAYYY TOO MUCH for the girls he has been in a relationship with. Im seeing he can get very overwhelming and overbearing if the person he's with just isn't the person to enjoy that kind of commitment and effort. But to go back to the cards, he also fantasizes about physical stuff too, for example he's riding in the car, and for the whole ride he's imagining and giggling and wiggling his feet and twirling his hairs because he plays over and over how that one time while they were still just dating she looked him in the eyes with that wet sexy look, and how his whole body got shivers and his stomach dropped and his heart skipped and his palms got sweaty and he swears some saliva started dripping out the corner of his mouth and his knees got weak and he almost felt like he was gonna black out and by the time he came back to his senses she was already sooo close to his lips and them BAM. Fireworks everywhere. He can never forget how that wonderful kiss felt and how sweet the sexual tension and anticipation before it was. He plays stuff like that OVER AND OVER again the whole damn day.

While being on physical stuff, he is pretty horny ill say. But not in a bunny way,m where he wants to fuck 5 times a day, but rather when around his girl he's always half way up, always ready to rise for the occasion iykwim. I think he gets *excited*👀 very easily and is just really weak when it comes to his girl. He's always ready to deliver whenever she ask, whatever she asks. Als im seeing once again he's a giver (and despite him loving head so much) he's focused on her pleasure and he can off just from watching her enjoy...whatever it is. So yeah thats that😂

Bro im so tired im thinking about doing this in 2 parts😭 im just halfway. Ok yk what im splitting it.

[synchlora]

something to be said abt a foster pleading for anyone to adopt their extremely sweet and playful disabled tabby cat for over a year with absolute Crickets in response vs us making one post at 8pm with a frankly very poorly taken photo of a cute no-personality fluffy white kitten we have (who's not even been here 3 days!) and we have 45 comments within the hour and three of our adoption people with their phones blowing up