#because the other one is RIGHT THERE DAMMIT

[allwormdiet]

Tangle 6.9

I don't wanna deal with this parrrrrrrrrt

Taylor. Taylor. I know you're getting desperate but come on. You can't write an email to the hero you and your friends publicly bodied on the same night that you did the bodying.

Nobody's checking her on her shit. Nobody who she should theoretically be able to go to for advice is equipped for this, or even inclined to help her. Danny would try, I'm certain, but he'd be out of his depth. Emma might have been a grounding influence for Taylor once upon a time but, haha, that is no longer an option. School is worthless to her, and her new (only) friends are the ones who are doing the crimes she's involving herself in, not to mention that she became their friend with the intent to backstab them.

...I wish she'd just talk to her dad about this shit. Her refusal to even try and explain it to him feels like it's tangled up in something she can't even name or describe. He's the closest confidant she has at this point, and that's not saying much, but for fuck's sake it should be saying something.

Fuck.

Fucky fucker fucking fuck.

You can't lie to someone you live with for that long about something that can be so easily fact-checked and expect to never get caught out. It's just not feasible.

God this is so hard. She's trying to spare his feelings, she's trying to not pin any of this on him, and it's not working. The fact that she feels like she can't trust him means that he failed to be trustworthy to her, somewhere along the way, and she won't even acknowledge that. She won't even sit across the table from him to talk about this.

Here's where Danny scuffs it, honestly. I'm not going to say he was even wrong to anticipate Taylor's avoidance, but hemming her in like this is only going to rile her up worse. I don't know what the right answer is. Breaks my heart.

I don't think it's fair of Taylor to lump her dad in with the others who've hurt her, in no small part because. This hurt that Danny's feeling, the pain that makes her twist with guilt and frustration, was damage she caused by lying to him, by pushing him away. She's been so lonely for so long and the one person who could've been an ally, even an ineffectual one, is the one she's kept at arm's length throughout all of it.

Even the violence, even the kicking and the breaking, is just a way to avoid telling him anything.

Just pull the bandage off, Taylor, please. Maybe the worst-case scenario happens but then you don't have to keep that poisonous cold lump inside of you. There's other reactions he could have, better ones. I don't think his love for you is conditional. I don't think

Okay so this is almost the right decision she's making, here

Yes! Be with your friends, make bonds that last, admit to yourself what you actually want

God fucking dammit

Straight up crying in the club rn

Tell him! Oh my god please just tell him. Taylor for the love of god please just tell him

Fuck

Lisa's just a kid, too. As much as she pretends otherwise, as much as Danny wants to believe her.

So. Fucking sad.

Current Thoughts

The Heberts break my goddamn heart.

Danny tried, but he pushed too hard when Taylor was already raw and accidentally put her in a defensive mindset, made her feel cornered, unsafe. And then when it came down to it, he still let her walk away. He let Lisa take her from him.

And Taylor. God. I wish she'd just let Danny support her. Even if he doesn't solve her problems, if she could just lean on him during the low times that could make such a difference. I think he could understand, maybe given time. He'd side with her before he'd side against her, no matter who was on the other side.

Another point of proof, I guess. Taylor's fate wasn't sealed from the beginning. It doesn't have to go the way that it goes. There were options, much as she can't see them.

And the roads not taken just make it hurt that much more.

Interlude next.

*sigh*

[jestroer]

SIKE! IM ILL ABOUT DESERT DUO AGAIN

------------------------ quote is by ivipl1 on tumblr

[kujakumai]

Really unironically love Rishid's tiny but strong undercurrent of selfishness. Everything he does is always in service of everyone else but what he really wants is always there, and very evident, in a way it just isn't for a lot of other characters in the undyingly-devoted-servant archetypes he operates in. His loyalty isn't pure or blind but constantly fraught by mixed-motives. He does actually want something for himself (to be a real tombkeeper, to be part of a family, to get his dad to love him, to take back something of the position Marik stole from him) (all of these are different but to him they are the same) and he's willing to do some pretty terrible things for it, and a lot of what he does that looks like obedience or loyalty at first glance are firmly in service of it.

[rexcaliburechoes]

silverash is exactly what edelgard wanted to be in a completely opposite yet frighteningly similar way with the only difference is that silverash is allowed to be an asshat because he's a male character while edelgard is chained by being a marketable waifu

[our-lady-of-mcr]

everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn

[eorzeashan]

Reverse City spoilers but this guy owns my Mihile's whole ass. He doesn't even have a face but he moved me in this story so much. Sad author guy who put his entire soul into his books but also needed the courage of another human being to have the will to live. Kind of boring in his own way but he was so cool-- 'we're all sad lonely pathetic outcasts who want to see our next sunset' theme got me ok

Not to mention there's something really intriguing about isekai'ing a guy from the normal world to this alien one while the PC is from a fantasy world, so you're technically both isekai protags but reversed as well

[azure-clockwork]

Ok so I thought the most surreal experience of my life was a few days ago when I, short on people I could vent to and in desperate need of *someone*, showed up at my boss’s office and just cried at her for like 2 hours, only for her to respond “holy shit, my friend wasn’t kidding when she met you and said ‘so Jay is just you but 3 years younger. This is payback for every time you’ve been waaay too similar to me’”. Anyways turns out she gives off Relatable Vibes because I’m pretty sure we’re fucking clones, and I was right in basically all my suspicions about her lol.

However, nope. There’s a new winner. One of the kids started crying after her group failed the lab (in honestly a really heartbreaking way) and while we were trying to comfort her, my boss and I had a moment where we looked each other and realized “holy shit it’s a fourth clone”.

I had quipped at my boss the other day that I recognized the script she was using to cheer me up because I was much more comfortable on the other end of it, and she was using roughly my method (because again. Apparently I’m her fucking clone.) and then we got to tag team this poor kid thru the exact same thing. And every so often I would say something and think “ah shit, I’m pretty sure I’m just quoting Wednesday…”. Love literally having the exact same conversation twice in one week lmao

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Why did I decide to go with a pharmacy that closes at 5:30.

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[vodka-and-tvshows]

When I'm writing fic I usually have a bunch of tabs open of wiki from that fandom because I like to have my details right. But now I can't, for the life of me, find something so I'm just... Whipping out the source material and hoping i marked a page

[satoruxx]

thinking about since canonically Geto is more popular with girls than Gojo he’s gotten used to them looking past him to get to Geto but what if Gojo and Geto are out for drinks with the other teachers one night and he gets approached by the reader but he thinks she’s just coming over to ask him for Geto’s number and so he prepares his ‘responsible best friend’ act and then SHE ASKS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD, ALL BLUSHY AND STUFF BECAUSE HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA BRUSH HER OFF

AHH I LOVE HIM SM 😔😔😔

pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1k words summary: fluff, pining, reader is a simp but same, satoru is a good wingman but he needs attention too, au ig bc suguru's alive LMAO, idiots in love? rheya's note: oh my god shut up this is so cute and YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT??? i can just imagine that he's gotten so used to judging whether or not the person is even worth suguru's attention before deciding to pass on his info...and after a while his brain just defaults to thinking that everyone wants suguru but he FORGETS that there are gojo girlies out there (me asf) !! thanks for the ask nonnie babes i love this idea so so much <33

OK SO

it's obvious that there are quite a few women at the bar eyeing the group. young, attractive teachers spending an evening trying to relax and take their minds off of the stress of jujutsu work. nanami is in deep conversation with shoko about something while ijichi quietly listens. further down the table utahime is quietly sipping her drink while mei mei orders another. shoko makes a comment and suguru bursts into unabashed laughter.

the flush of alcohol dusts over each of their cheeks, but satoru remans the only one who has barely touched his glass, the sting of the bitterness a little too harsh for him to enjoy. he opts for instead letting his eyes roam over the faces in the crowd, taking little notice of all the eyes and smiles sent in their direction.

well until he notices you anyway.

you're already looking in his direction curiously, face illuminated by the dim lighting of the bar as your friends giggle around you. when his eyes lock with yours, you immediately tear your gaze away, trying to play it off by immediately delving into conversation, though satoru can tell that there's a flush crawling up your neck now.

he doesn't look away though, too caught up in the crinkle of your eyes and the smile lines that grace your face as you laugh at something. a minute later you're looking back in their direction, and when you catch him staring, you turn away yet again.

satoru glances to his side, knowing that you're probably watching suguru take a sip of his drink and most likely falling for his charming smile.

typical and so predictable.

some time passes like this. you'll look, and turn away, and satoru will watch you do it over and over again. it isn't until a while later that satoru catches your friends pushing your shoulders and giggling, and he knows that they're urging you to come up and ask about suguru. you're shaking your head, the nervousness clear as day as your brows pinch. but eventually you succumb to peer pressure and stand up from your table, taking anxious strides towards him.

and usually, satoru will make a face or turn his back or do something to look as unapproachable as possible. because almost every person who comes up asking for suguru's contact info has been obnoxious as hell.

but you're quite pretty and you look sweet enough, and he doesn't think it'd be right to deter you.

suguru would probably like you too.

so satoru decides to let you try at least, and if you seem to be as nice as you look maybe he'd bridge the gap between you and his best friend.

you make your way up to him, and as soon as he finally gets a good look at you he's thinking you're a lot prettier up close.

dammit.

"hi," you say, face hot as you try your best to maintain steady eye contact with him. you look so nervous, fidgeting with the fabric of your clothes as you attempt to strike up conversation, and he doesn't have it in him to watch you struggle.

"yeah i can give you his number," he says, voice clipped as he tries to hide the disappointment in it. you watch him grab a napkin and begin scribbling something down, confusion clear as he hands you the digits.

"um…?" you look at the napkin and then at him. "sorry, whose number is this?"

satoru balks, lips parting as he mirrors your confusion. "uh…suguru's? the guy behind me?"

realization dawns on your face and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"oh actually," you suck your teeth nervously, trying to hide behind an awkward little smile. "i came to talk to you."

satoru can only blink, cerulean eyes widening behind his glasses as he stares at you in surprise.

you take his silence as a bad sign, shoulders dropping and embarrassment settling in your frown as you look anywhere but his face. "s-sorry if that's weird. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything so-"

he's grinning before he can stop himself, heart dangerously swelling with affection as he motions toward the empty stool next to him. "not weird at all."

the pleasant surprise on your face makes him bite back a chuckle, and you take the seat. "huh...i wasn't expecting you to be okay with it."

satoru raises a brow curiously, tilting his head. "why not?"

you shrug with a careless grin. "i had a feeling you were gonna brush me off from the moment i first looked over."

satoru winces, and he can practically feel suguru's knowing smirk on his back. he chooses to ignore that for now, eyes trailing over the mirth in your expression, and he can only smile helplessly. "no way in hell."

your laugh comes instantly, sweet and bright, and you take it as a sign to continue talking. satoru listens on, sipping his drink to hide his giddy smile and ignoring the sting of bitterness once again.

honestly, with the amount of sweetness he's just found, satoru would tolerate as much bitterness as he needed to.

[sylvies-chen]

I’ve been seeing that couples paint each other challenge where couples will spend a night in with a canvas and some cheap paints and give each other 30 minutes to try and paint each other, and now I can’t stop thinking about armandaniel doing that one night and armand’s is yeah it’s good okay like it’s not great because of the whole vampire art struggles but he was around renaissance painters for a long time so he does a pretty good job of getting daniel’s minute features and shading and whatnot but daniel’s is just. lord it’s so bad. it’s like the most primal kindergarten painting you’ve ever seen but dammit all the right ingredients are there!! he got the orange eyes and the curls and he very proudly points out that he gave armand a little ipad in his painting like his fake rashid era which he cracks himself up with but he looks over and armand is in tears because not only is he looking at the first painting of himself in over 400 years but he’s also looking at the most non sexual artistic interpretation of him he’s ever seen. like it’s just. him. he’s just existing. he’s there. on the canvas. with literally no background. not a meadow or even a grassline or anything. all this blank white liminal space around his (horrendously drawn) likeness as if nothing else is needed. no body contortions, eyes too one dimensional to even hold all his pain. daniel is just kind of chuckling and bashfully being all “ah fuck it’s pretty bad isn’t it I mean there’s a reason I stick to words, I drew your nose all lopsided on that one side and—” cut to armand literally welling up and whispering like “no. it’s beautiful.” daniel doesn’t get it. this is a liberation.

[wistfulenchantress]

completed.

EDIT: this has now, as of this edit, reached over 2,000 notes. And I have started doing the things. My life is still far from perfect, but I genuinely do scroll through all the replies and reblogs and watch people get other people to help and reassure me and check on me and it makes me feel so much more loved than i normally do. i'm even going to bed earlier because you said i should. i love all of you so much, and i owe you 2,053 times. all my love, witch.

ORIGINAL POST:

ok here goes. i haven't taken enough care of myself recently. so here we go

if this reaches 100 notes i will start doing yoga again, to help with my anxiety COMPLETE (how you guys are insane)

if this reaches 200 notes i'll start studying more and putting in more effort COMPLETE (o my gosh)

if it reaches 500 i will actually try my best to exercise for the right reasons, instead of random bursts of self-hatred/body hatred COMPLETE (i posted this yesterday evening)

if this reaches 700 notes i will try my absolute best to fix my sleep schedule COMPLETE (ok this is insane)

if this reaches 1000 notes i will be more honest with my therapist COMPLETE (dammit you guys ilysm but this is gonna be hard)

if this reaches 2300 notes i will be more honest with myself about why i am turning to tumblr for this kind of thing and write a poem about it. (this one is a joke since i think 5000 is impossible, and i will write a poem for you guys anyway. i love you) (i’ve now changed this to a more reasonable goal - one really close to what i have now - because honestly i want you guys to succeed because the fact that people are still on this post is insane and it makes me smile.) AND COMPLETE! (i love every person who interacted with this post so much it isn’t even funny. all my gratitude and adoration, witch)

this ends at the beginning of may. you can spam i guess i have 35 followers it prob wont even reach 100. but go ahead, tumblr, do your thing. lol

[threadtalks]

Lately I've been having such bad gender dysphoria and it's uncomfortable to talk about because outside of a few friends I feel like no one will understand and I have the fear of being attacked for it. There's a lot of necessary context or else it could easily be twisted and people in the internet fucking scare me these days.

I think I just realized that outside of that reason it might also be because something is wrong with me and I've been having pelvic pain all fucking year and honestly feel like I'm stuck in my period, except without the bleeding because I don't get periods. Several years ago I started on birth control to stop my periods for a handful of reasons but one being the gender dysphoria and getting violent thoughts between that and the hormones.

[bro-atz]

the three black tank tops of the apocalypse

in which: these three wear black tank tops and you just bend over for them because... yeah...

pair: san/seonghwa/mingi/kq staff afab!reader

word count: 3.2k

content: smut, pwp, filthy, breeding kink, creampies, oral, double penetration, dance practice room sex (aka mirrors...), unprotected sex (PLS USE PROTECTION IRL!), completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: i would say i blame @k-hotchoisan but in reality i blame the inventor of these fuckass tank tops and these three for wearing them

After the boys wrapped up for the day, you started to put your camera away. You had to get the footage from all cameras to deliver to the editor, so you went in search of these cameras. Luckily, most of the cameras were easy to acquire, but you weren't able to reach the one mounted right above the mirrors. Why the hell was the camera so high up anyway?

"Need help?" you head a deep voice behind you. You looked behind you to see that it was Mingi; thank God it was Mingi because you definitely needed someone tall to grab the camera for you.

"Yeah, that camera," you pointed while standing on the tips of your toes in your attempt to reach it again— as if that would actually work.

Mingi placed his hand on the small of your back as if to tell you to stand on your feet properly and reached up for the camera. Seconds later, the camera was in your hands, and you successfully retrieved the SD card. You retrieved the card, which meant you should've gotten back to work, but that definitely did not happen when Mingi slithered his hand from your back to around your waist. In the mirror in front of you, you saw Mingi holding you close to him, his hair shielding his eyes. You couldn't see his eyes, but you knew they were dark and full of lust.

"Mingi, not here," you murmured even though the sight of him in his black tank top was already driving you crazy.

"Why not? No one's in here," Mingi responded in the same register.

He was right— it was just the two of you alone in the huge dance studio. Mingi turned you in his arms and pressed his body right up against yours. You could feel his hard on the more he rubbed up against you, his breathing already starting to get heavy. You clung to his shirt, your hips unconsciously rubbing against him as well.

"Wait, Mingi, the camera," you pushed him away when you realized the expensive equipment in your hand was two seconds from falling to the ground.

Mingi, thankfully, let you go. The second you put the camera down, you looked through the doors to see Seonghwa and San walking towards the studio. You couldn't help but purse your lips— you had no idea if you were going to be able to continue anything with Mingi, and you knew that there was no way Mingi was going to let you go at that point. You especially knew that for a fact when you felt his presence behind you and his hands hold your arms in place.

"Oh, Mingi, you're still here?" Seonghwa greeted the second he and San walked through the door.

You couldn't help but gulp nervously when the other two entered because they, too, were wearing the cursed black tank tops.

"Yeah," Mingi responded. "I'm just helping Y/N out with the cameras."

"Oh? Just the cameras, huh?" San asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Y-Yeah, just the cameras," you nodded while gulping nervously. "Nothing else."

"Aw, Y/N, don't say that. We were just about to have a little fun of our own."

Dammit Mingi.

"Oh, well, that's not very fair, now is it, Y/N?" Seonghwa scolded.

"Yeah, Mingi shouldn't be the only one who gets to enjoy," San added.

Both men neared you while Mingi held you in place, the three of them locking you in the center. You felt San reach for your hand, Seonghwa tuck your hair behind your ear, and Mingi put his head on your shoulder, his lips tickling your neck.

"Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine," Mingi spoke softly into your ear. "After all, it wouldn't be right if you didn't want to do it."

As if you were going to say no at that point. You whispered your approval and nodded your head to reconfirm before they pounced on you. Mingi's lips were on your neck while Seonghwa tilted your face up so that your lips would meet his. San, on the other hand, worked on stripping you down. He pushed down your pants all the way and helped you out of them before tossing them to the side.

When Seonghwa left you with a sweet, powerful kiss that left you slightly dizzy and dazed, you were barely able to focus on San, who held your neck gently and turned you to face him.

"I want you to touch yourself," San whispered to you. "Do you think you can do that?"

You nodded meekly, making the man smile so sweetly at you— it almost felt illegal seeing him look so angelic when the words that left his mouth and the things he was about to do to you would make angels perish. Maintaining eye contact with him, you licked your fingers before bringing them down between your legs and stroking your pussy, your spit mixing with your arousal.

"Yes, just like that... Good girl," San muttered after you licked your fingers again to stroke yourself more.

"Hey, did you lock the door?" Mingi asked the other two men suddenly, making your blood run cold.

"Of course we did," Seonghwa chuckled.

"We did as soon as we saw the two of you in here alone," San added.

You relaxed slightly after hearing that, only for your body to unintentionally tense again when Seonghwa slipped his hands up your shirt. He unhooked your bra before pushing his hands under it, his fingers teasing your breasts. You moaned slightly when you felt him play with your nipples, and you moaned again when your fingers brushed past your sensitive clit.

Mingi's hands, which were originally around your waist, moved to your ass. He clenched your ass hard before slapping it lightly, the added stimulation making your fingers and toes tingle even more.

"Kneel," Mingi stated— although, it was more like an order.

You did as he said, and you knelt. Seonghwa's crotch was right in front of you, and you could see that his pants were definitely strained. You quickly undid his belt and unzipped his pants all the way to pull out his cock. Once again, you licked your fingers before stroking him, a soft sigh immediately leaving his lips. As you stroked him, you turned your attention to San. He was only wearing sweatpants, so it was easy for you to pull his pants down just enough to take his cock out as well. You continued kneeling as you stroked the two of them, but you sat up slightly, your waist starting to get a little antsy as you rolled your hips. Luckily, Mingi took care of your impatience when he knelt down as well and began stroking your cunt.

Seonghwa brushed your hair out of your face tenderly before grabbing the back of your head and pushing you forward, his cock hitting your cheek. He didn't need to say it— you just did it. You took his cock into your mouth little by little. Every time you pulled him out of your mouth, you went deeper when you brought him back in, the popping sound of his cock leaving your tight mouth echoing in the room. You heard him exhale through his teeth as he enjoyed the way your mouth felt around his cock.

When San's cock twitched in your grasp, you stopped sucking Seonghwa off and shifted your focus to San's thicker one. You had to open your mouth a little wider for him, yet the corners of your mouth still stung because of his girth. Seonghwa still had his hand on your head, so he guided you along San's cock, pushing you so far that his cock hit the back of your throat and made you gag. San let out a shuddering sigh when you hollowed out your cheeks and slurped, his cock throbbing in your mouth. You were very fixated on his cock until Mingi drove two of his fingers up your cunt, making you gasp in surprise and immediately whimper right after.

"I want you in me..." you looked up at the men with desperate eyes. "I want you to fuck me already."

"Not yet. You still have me to deal with," Mingi reminded you.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt, allowing you to turn around to face him; and the second you did, he drove his fingers into your mouth and made you suck your arousal off. While you focused on his fingers, you pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down, his cock immediately springing up. You eagerly replaced his fingers with his cock and sucked him off quickly as if it would speed things up for you because while you did enjoy having their cocks in your mouth, you needed them inside you.

"Why the big rush?" Mingi teased you as he raked his fingers through your hair. "We're not going anywhere anytime soon."

"I want you to fuck me, Mingi," you whined. "Please, I don't think I can wait much longer."

"Well, when you ask like that..."

You stopped sucking Mingi's cock when you felt him hold the collar of your shirt. He took your shirt off you as you moved away from him, leaving you naked while the three men hovered above you still clad in their pants and black tank tops.

Somehow, you ended up moving to the middle of the dance room and right in front of the mirrors, giving you the most perfect view of yourself on all fours and the three men behind you. None of them uttered a single word as they surrounded you. San stayed behind you, Mingi was to the left, and Seonghwa was in front of you. He turned you so that you were at an angle in front of the mirror, making it possible for you to see yourself still when Seonghwa knelt right in front of you.

Without question, you took Seonghwa into your mouth, the man groaning almost immediately. He held your head with both hands and let you move at your own pace while San somehow slipped into the space below you, your cunt hovering above his face. He brought your ass down and ran his tongue along your folds, the sensation immediately making your toes curl. Taking Seonghwa out of your mouth, you gasped and moaned erotically, a low chuckle emitted from the man below you as he ate you out. To reciprocate, you spat on San's cock and began rubbing him off before taking Seonghwa back into your mouth.

San sucking hard on your clit did it for you. You squeezed your eyes shut, and moved your hands to the ground to support you as you came. You squirted all over San's face when he surfaced for air, and you continued to cum when he stuck two of his thick fingers inside you and fingered you roughly until you were milked dry. San then moved out of the way, and he ended up pulling off his tank top by holding the back of the collar.

You didn't even get time to appreciate how hot that was because Mingi immediately came in behind you to rub his huge cock along your folds shortly before pushing it through your wet cunt. You didn't get to moan or cry when you felt his size stretch you wide open because Seonghwa kept you busy by fucking your throat. You gagged several times as Seonghwa pushed you far down his cock before allowing you to get some air. You gasped and panted as a trail of your spit remained between your lips and Seonghwa's cock. Before Mingi started moving, Seonghwa got you back on his cock and resumed throat fucking you.

You felt your body lurch forward when Mingi's waist made contact with your ass, your entire body tensing when you felt him drive deep inside you. He thrusted into you with so much force, in fact, that you bottomed out on Seonghwa's cock. The second he felt his cock hit the back of your throat several times, Seonghwa couldn't hold back. He wasn't able to move your head in time, making him spurt cum inside your mouth, coating your entire tongue with his white. He didn't intend to cum in your mouth, but that didn't stop him from uttering his dirty thoughts.

"Be a good girl and swallow," he told you with a low voice.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you took him out of your mouth before swallowing everything, only to take him back into your mouth again to get any cum you may have missed.

"Fuck," Seonghwa hissed while brushing your hair. "Good fucking girl."

Mingi, who was rutting into you gently after he heard you gag loudly on Seonghwa's cock, began picking up his pace and intensity. His hands were firmly gripping your waist as he moved you into him, making the impact all the more stronger. You bit your lower lip as you tried to look at the man behind you, only for San to grab your face and move it towards the mirror. You saw in the mirror exactly how fucked out you were, and you saw the intensity on Mingi's face as he focused completely on fucking you well from behind, his hair shielding his eyes as he kept watching the way your cunt swallowed his cock. When Mingi tilted his head up and bit his lower lip, the sensuality of the man was too much for you to handle— that, and his cock; he rammed his waist into yours so hard and so continuously that he managed to hit your cervix, making you cry out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure bliss. Your cunt clenched hard around Mingi as you came, the added pressure making it impossible for Mingi to last any longer. With one final thrust, he came, his ropes of cum spurting deep inside you.

"Were you trying to snap my dick off?" Mingi chuckled after he pulled out, your cunt immediately clenching to keep all of him inside you. "You got so tight just then— Fuck, that was amazing."

You couldn't help but giggle; you loved when the men complimented you, and truth be told, you wanted more. You wiggled your ass, all three men drawing their attention to the way your ass jiggled. San was still hard as fuck, but seeing you tease them like that made Mingi and Seonghwa's cock rise right up.

"Come here," Seonghwa told you as he laid down on the ground. "Sit."

Straddling him while still facing the mirror, you quickly brought Seonghwa's cock to your entrance and sat down so that you wouldn't spill a single drop of Mingi's cum. Seonghwa groaned loudly as he was completely unprepared for you to immediately start fucking him.

"God, you feel so good," Seonghwa sighed after blinking the accumulating stars in his vision. "Your cunt is so perfect and tight even after Mingi wrecked you, huh?"

You laughed and nodded before biting your lower lip. You bounced on Seonghwa's cock gently at first, but when he put his hands on your waist to guide you, your bounces became a lot more impactful, little groans and cries leaving you with every thrust. He then snaked his arms around you and pulled you down towards him so that your chest was pressing against his and your ass was higher in the air. San took advantage of this opening and knelt behind you, his thick cock pushing into you when Seonghwa stopped bouncing you.

"San— Oh fuck!" you cried loudly when you felt him enter you completely and bottom out.

"Look at you taking us both at once," Seonghwa whispered to you. "Good girl."

"Seonghwa—!" you yelped when Seonghwa bucked his hips upwards. He licked his lower lip before biting it, the sensual look on his face driving you even crazier. "D-Don't stop! More!"

Seonghwa's hips continued to ram upwards while San fucked you in rhythm with Seonghwa. The two cocks rubbing inside you were sending you to heaven and back quickly, the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every thrust. When San heard Seonghwa hiss and grunt, he pulled out, allowing the older man to wreak havoc. He quickly moved you so that you were laying down on the floor, and he fucked you silly until your brain melted and the knot snapped. He, too, came inside you, his hot cum spurting sporadically as he groaned. You nearly sobbed as you came yet again, the pleasure clearing out your head at that point.

Seonghwa's cock was still twitching inside you as he moved in and out of you a couple times before completely pulling out. You laid in a puddle of sweat and your arousal for half a second before you felt yourself get carried into the air.

"I hope you didn't forget about me," San uttered.

"O-Of course I didn't..."

"Good. Look straight ahead."

You looked to see that you were facing the mirror once again— you were so out of sorts that you didn't even realize that San was holding you from behind from under your thighs, his thick cock already swallowed by your cunt.

"Oh my God, do not drop me," you said after gaining your bearings.

"Don't worry, I won't," he chuckled.

He began to move your body on his cock. You were looking straight ahead and watched his cock fluidly move in and out of you, the sight turning you on even more. Your eyes then drifted to San, who was looking right into the mirror as well, his gaze hardened, his jaw clenched. He looked like he wasn't going to last any longer either. So, you reached behind you and held the back of his head, guiding his head a little over your shoulder so you could sloppily kiss him. He immediately stopped bouncing you on his cock and focused on kissing you, his tongue diving in your mouth the more you turned towards him.

San ended up letting you down and pinned you down on the ground the same way Seonghwa had moments earlier. He continued kissing you before ramming his waist wildly into yours, your entire body moving with his every thrust. His lips left yours as he sat up and thrust strongly into you one last time before he came inside you, filling you up so that all three men's cum were inside you and swimming together. San's groan sounded loudly in the dance studio— of course even his groans would be fucking loud, right? He was even breathing heavily and loudly when he pulled out, but you weren't one to judge at that point because you were so fucked out that you were making all sorts of noises.

"Look at you all fucked out," Mingi observed. "You like that?"

After regaining your breath, you managed to roll over and push yourself onto your hands and knees.

"Show us that pretty little cunt of yours," San said as he smacked your ass.

Biting your lower lip, you did just that. You pressed your chest into the cool floor and pulled your folds apart. You clenched your cunt, making the cocktail of cum trickle out of you and drip onto the ground.

"Hmm, I don't think we filled her up enough," Seonghwa noted. "What do you say, Y/N? You want more?"

"I always want more."

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