#blk just Dumbfounded.

[lunetual]

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[milesmolasses]

Not Ridin' on Consistency (Hobie x blk! reader)

AHHH ITS HEREEE

i’ve been wanting to write about hobie for the longest.

I finally got around to it!!

⚠️: takes place around midtown Manhattan (42nd St?), really bad British slang, mentions of red heads, theres a reference in here to my favorite place ever (if u find it, i'll give u a cookie)

"I'm walking on clouds right now, holy shit," you laughed to your close friends. Coming back from gigs at ragers and raves was becoming frequent for the small band we configured. Performing with a small group of friends that you've known since childhood felt like a crazy fever dream; like an "Oh my god there is no way this shit is real" type of fever dream.

Though the gigs you got were small and didn't draw much traction, the fact that there were people out there who enjoyed the type of music you put out there, especially within the black community, really brightened your spirits and only furthered the small band's hopes of one day being wildly known amongst the people.

"My god man, did you see that one girl at the bar ogling at Malcolm?" asked Marsh. They walked in front of the group, skipping as they turned their body to walk backward, now properly looking at you and Malcolm while still ahead.

"What the one with red hair?"

"Yes, bro! Jesus fucking Christ it was like she was undressing you with her eyeballs," said Marsh, hands covering their eyes for comedic effect. Marsh had a knack for knowing when and how people stare at their friends, it's like they can feel other people's eyes on you. If you ever wanted to know if a cute girl or your crush was staring at you, they'd be the one to know.

You threw your head back as you laughed and jabbed Malcolm in his side, telling him, "Yo, you better watch out my black brotha, don't wanna be snow bunnied!"

The Dr. Umar reference seemed to set Malcolm over the edge as he complained the rest of the walk to the train station. Sayings like "My red-head phase was over mad long ago," or "Ya'll never gon' let me live that phase down huh," and other deflections were all that was said the rest of the way to the station.

Upon your arrival at the station, the emergency exit was open with busy people hustling to go in and out of the station without having to pay. So with a small crowd of people, you and your guys went through the exit. One person, in particular, caught your eye amid the crowd of people; loud, statement black wicks and a leather jacket wrapped around his waist, probably removed because of how hot it was in the station, and a scuffed pair of well-worn doc martins to pull together his all-black fit. A beautiful dark skin shimmering with sweat in the crowd of people, and to go with that, the eyebrow and lip piercings he had really suited his hard face. Strapped around his body, was a guitar out in the open with no case. "No case on the guitar isn't crazy?" you thought to yourself.

"Hello??? Y/N are you still with us, we have a train to catch?"

You blinked as you realized where you were. It's not like you were in a trance, just in your own head for a while, admiring him... Huh, suppose he did put you in a trance. Looking at Marsh in front of you, you looked up a bit past their head to see the train schedules and when the train was coming. Reading the sign it said the next train would be there in three minutes. "We have time, c'mon," you said as you walked past Marsh to the staircase headed to the 6 train.

Marsh looked up at Malcolm, eyes wide and astonished, "Did I not just..."

"Never mind that, let's go," said Malcolm. Marsh watched as Malcolm followed you up the stairs absolutely dumbfounded.

"I'm not appreciated enough," March mumbled as they sighed.

As you walked along the platform, you looked around to sus out your surroundings deciding on where a good place to stand and wait for the train was. That's when you saw him again, leaning on a surface with his hands in his pockets staring off into space. Your head started to wander with thoughts of who this guy was, and if you should know him or not considering the guitar strapped around him. Thinking of every punk, alt, and rock group you knew, you just couldn't seem to draw a conclusion about who this guy was. Maybe he wasn't in a band, maybe he rocked solo.

You stood on the opposite end of him, looking back to see where your crew was. You saw them headed towards you from the staircase as you smiled and waved them over. They were pretty far in the distance so you lightly giggled to yourself as you watched them speed walk.

"Nice threads."

What you heard next to you, was a man with a deep, thick British accent, and Lord did it made you weak in the knees. You subtly leaned against the stature close to you and looked to see to where the voice was coming from though, you felt like you had a pretty good idea of who was talking to you.

"Who me?"

"Yeah you bruv, ain't no one else I could be talkin' to."

You raised an eyebrow and your nose flared looking at him; this British attitude he was taking up with you did not sit right with you at all. Before you could say something you heard the train rumble and the lights grow brighter as the train emerged from its tunnel.

Malcolm was the first to make it to you with Marsh not trailing far behind as he said, "There is no reason this platform needs to be so damn long! The train doesn't need all this space!"

You could barely hear him though, with the train closely approaching and the British dude still on your mind.

"Literally, I knocked my case into people trying to speed walk over here," said Marsh gesturing to her case and the people all the way down the platform.

The train slowly came to a stop as it squealed along the tracks. Walking on the train as the door opened, you and your crew walked to an open area near the door opposite to the ones you walked through. Leaning on the door with Malcolm in front of you, you looked to your left and saw him, the rocker dude who gave you attitude earlier. Ignoring him, you decided to pay attention to your friends surrounding you. However, it appeared Marsh had other plans.

"Hey man, you should probably get a case for that soon. Don't want it getting scuffed up," said Marsh as they peered at the British guy standing next to you.

"Yeah, I've been told. Thanks mate."

In such a packed train, it was hard to move around to get a better look at the dude, so Marsh peeked her head even further to continue to conversation further. "So you play with anyone orrr..." they said, voice dozing off on the last part.

"Uh-huh. Got some ol' chaps back in London who I play with. You lot play good tonight?"

He turned his head looking over at Malcolm seeing that he had a drumstick twirling between his fingers. "Yeah at this underground place on 42nd. Shit was wild man," said Malcolm as he reached his hand out to give the guy a fist bump.

I stayed silent during their small talk about punk rock and guitars and whatnot. I fiddled with the strap on my shoulder from my bass case trying to look forward and ignore the conversation.

As they smiled and laughed at some joke Malcolm made, Marsh peeked their head towards the mystery guy and asked "Yo what's your name again?"

"Hobie. Hobie Brown."

The train began to loosen up a bit as more people started getting off at their stops. More seats opened up so we sat down across from each other. Marsh and Malcolm sat on one end of the train and me and Hobie sat on the other side.

"You strum? What model?" he asked nodding down at my case.

"Not guitar, I play bass," I said not even looking up at him.

"Bare quiet. Feels like I'm under some quiet investigation– you won't even give me the time of day," he chuckled. You turned your head towards him as you scrunched your eyebrows at him.

"Ten minutes ago you were rude to me."

"You're exaggerating innit, I was only pointing out the obvious," he said raising his eyebrows and smiling as if he was all innocent. But really he was laughing at your sensitivity.

"Mandem over there was just telling me about how good you were during your show," he said, nodding to Marsh and Malcolm on the other side of the train. "Good lot they are you know?"

"Of course I know, they're my friends idiot," you said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"Now that's proper rude, only been two minutes and you're taking the piss out of me," he said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I-I'm sorry- taking the WHAT out of you?!" Now it was your turn to laugh as you covered your mouth and lolled your head back, not able to control the laughter coming from you.

He sucked his teeth and smiled as he mumbled under his breath, "Americans."

"Hey, you're lucky I don't start coming for your dental institutions next," you said as you looked over at him and smiled.

Looking up at the impending stops you had left on the train, you recognized Malcolm's stop was next, so he would be getting off soon. Turning to look at Hobie still sitting, you stood up and asked him to put his guitar down to save your seat. "Are you mad-!?"

"Just for two seconds while I say bye to Malcolm," you said already standing up and walking two steps to where Malcolm was sitting.

When you walked up to him, he was grinning up at you with the fattest smile ever, already standing up from where he was sitting ready to get off the train. "He's cute-"

"Shut up and c'mere," you rolled your eyes as you hugged him close to you. "Today was good man, text me when you get home," you said.

"Of course," he smiled as he pulled away, blowing a kiss to Marsh still sitting down.

"Text me when he asks you out," was the last thing he said to you as he exited the train. Looking towards Marsh and taking the now empty seat next to them, you rolled your eyes as you complained about how unbelievable he was for saying that. What you didn't notice was that Marsh wasn't looking at you as you spoke to them, they were looking directly in front of them.

"You say all this now, but what if I told you he has been staring at you for the past few minutes?"

"What-" You looked away from Marsh to see Hobie looking right at you, guitar by his side still saving your seat. When he noticed you looking back, he smirked at you as he nodded his head.

Marsh gave you a knowing look as they elbowed your side, "What the hell are you still doing here? He's waiting for you!"

You sighed while smiling as you walked over to Hobie. He took his guitar from the seat and shuffled to cross it back around his torso.

"So here I am looking dizzy with a guitar sitting next to me while the peng girl who asked me to do this is chattin' up her mates," he said as his eye followed your body as you sat next to him.

"I don't know if that was meant to be a compliment or if you just insulted me," you joked.

"You didn't give me much of a choice innit. I never got your name," he smiled at you.

Your nose flared, but not in annoyance from him like last time, but in a more bashful sense. You smiled and lolled your head to the side as you chuckled, "Y/N."

"Nice name, it up for sale?"

You giggled as Hobie focused on the way your shirt slightly lifted as you brought your hand to your mouth. "You never really thanked me for the compliment I gave you. Death is a proper band y'know?" He was talking about the graphic tee you wore; a band you've known most of your life called "Death," was plastered across your shirt.

"Oh! You mean the compliment that followed up with you painting me out to be a fool right after? That compliment?" Sarcasm and attitude dripped in your tone and it was driving Hobie mad. He laughed as he stretched his long legs out, turning to look at you.

"I'm serious! I'd pay a tenner to meet someone who has even half the mind to look up black rock artists, and here you are in a t-shirt making my wildest dreams come true," he said looking up with his head turned to the side to look at you.

"Ever since I was young, Death was all I heard growing up. Mom was like this huge super fan and would always play their popular songs," your mind wandered off to your childhood. You thought about music blasting through the walls of your childhood home, while your mother bathed you. Her soft eyes contrasted the music she played loudly, lowly singing the lyrics and looking at you lovingly.

"I'm sorry for your loss mate.. must be tough," said Hobie genuinely.

"Oh god, she's not dead!" Your hands covered your face as you bent down laughing. "She just doesn't play them as often anymore!"

"Geez you were chattin' like she passed," Hobie laughed. He watched you laugh and the way your face creased as you smiled, leaning into him. You had the prettiest shiny tooth gem decorating your left canine, glittering in the soft train light. He paid attention to the way your locs flowed and swayed with you wherever your body we. It was almost hypnotizing as they framed your face perfectly.

"I'm gonna call you Bonnie. Okay, Bonnie?"

You lifted your head out of your hands and looked at him with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still smiling. "Does Bonnie mean something in the British language?"

"Look it up American," he said rolling his eyes. The deep dimples on his face made you smile in delight. They went well with all the lines and creases in his face; "He must be living a happy life," you thought to yourself.

Hobie looked up to see how many stops he had left, which wasn't many. "I gotta get going soon, Bonnie," he said rubbing his hands together. Standing up and brushing his pants off, he looked up at you and said "Welp, I'm off for tonight."

"W-wait huh? Hol' up a sec-" you said as you got up after him to the train doors. Turning to look at you, he raised an eyebrow as a way of questioning you.

"You should at least get my number or something. Unless you leave all your girls hangin' and bangin'," you said smirking up at him.

He chuckled as he looked down at your stature, "Nuff of my "girls" would have figured out by now that I don't have a phone and knock me off for a wasteman."

"So it appears we've run into a little problem, hmm? How can I see you again if you're what the girls say, a wasteman," you questioned with a small glint of hope in your mischievous eyes, hoping that he would give you something, anything that hinted at where you could see him again.

"A loft in Brooklyn might be a good place to start.. "

It was then that the train came to a stop and the door opened. Just as he was about to step off the train, he looked back at you and said,

"But I wouldn't count on it, see, I'm not really ridin' on consistency."

RAHHHHHHH

shit took entirely too long to write

but very worth it <3

[lovelykil]

hi!!! may i req a kyle fic w/ a shy!fem!blk!reader who's REALLY quiet and almost never speaks and kyle lowkey has a crush on her and one day they're paired up for a project and they're gonna meet up at his house kyle is super excited but y/n is SUPER nervous because she likes kyle too but while they're working on the project kyle mentions something y/n really likes (fav tv show, game, wtv u want!) and y/n gets SUPERRR happy and starts rambling about that thing and it makes kyle super confused cuz hes like "woah u never talk in class??" but he lowkey thinks its super cute + he asks her out on a date after they finish all their work and y/n says yes!

sorry if its too long this is like my 1st req ever😭

「 Zelda 」

kyle x blk! reader older ver.

cw; mm none

note; this is a reasonable looking request I love when people write it like that

oh god what am I doing here? Why would she pair me with him?

You thought, taking a quick glance over at the redhead. The boy moved his pencil across his sheet of paper effortlessly, the gears in his head were indeed moving with the way he wrote so fast.

His green eyes squinted then relaxed as he wrote, he sucked in his lip every once in a while as he did so.

Your eyes studied him in adornment, so infatuated with his natural beauty that your stomach began to churn and grow uncomfortable.

"mmh..-" You hummed in distress, rubbing your stomach.

The ginger looked your way from the sudden sound and stared at you in slight confusion.

"Anything wrong?" He asked.

anything wrong? Yes why are you so handsome??

Your eyes left him to look at your lifeless pencil, suddenly the object was very interesting.

You quietly shook your head as you were too nervous to even let out a peep at him. Kyle looked at you, studying your demeanor trying to figure you out.

You could feel his eyes glued onto you, with every given second he stared you grew nervous and flustered, messing with the pencil some more.

God if you could actually blush your face would be red as fuck, or just be able to see it.

"I.. uhm.. so paper? What.. what are we doing..?"

"Oh- !" Kyle snapped out of his trance and looked at his paper then pulled out his folder to grab the small story you guys were supposed to study and analyze.

You watched him put the stapled set of papers down between him and you then put his folder away. His little curls fell infront of his face as he was reaching into his bag, you felt your stomach weaken once more.

"I've read this story a billion times so if you want I can just do the work.. I'm kinda used to it anyway." He grabbed the story to himself, grabbing his pencil again. You sat in your seat a little dumbfounded.

I mean did you really come off as a push over to him? Oh god.

You wanted to say something, say you actually wanted to help.. you wanted to help him do the project with him, you REALLY wanted to do the project with..

okay maybe you just really wanted him.

but as normal your shyness got the best of you and couldn't get yourself to croak out a word. You clenched your hands into a fist in anger at this but suddenly an idea popped in your head.

You grabbed your blank paper, your pencil and began writing.

Just seconds later you ended your note with a kind smile, then slid it towards Kyle to read.

The teen stopped his work as soon as he saw the piece of paper find its way near him, he took the paper in surprise and curiosity.

"Really? You wanna help?" He looked to the side to ask you, his eyes bright and eager. You played with a strain of your curly hair as you looked at him and nodded your head with a small smile.

"Why wouldn't I?" You let out a slight chuckle, feeling your face warm up as he just continued to stare at you in awe.

"I- okay. Yeah.. okay uhh so.. the story.." He mumbled over his words, trying to grab a hold of the story, his thinking process was abruptly disturbed for some reason causing him to get nervous and stutter.

You didn't think much of it, shrugged it off and listened to what you two were supposed to be working on together, side by side at his desk.

. . .

"You know this girl in the story reminds me alot of Zelda." Kyle smiles as he laughs briefly writing down some words. Your head perks up almost like a dog when they hear the sound of their treat bag wrinkling in the hands of their owner.

You guys were probably almost done with the English project, exchanging some words but kept it to a minimum since you were overall to shy to make small talk with. I mean hell, being next to him so close right now was driving you insane.

Kyle was actually struggling inside as well, his cheeks always redden whenever your elbow touched his on accident when you wrote. But he actually enjoyed the silent moments with you, keeping it in mind that you were just too shy and nervous to talk to him so that's why he didn't say much.

"Zelda? Like.. as in the Legend of Zelda game series?" You blurted out, looking over at him. He slowly took his eyes off his paper to look at you.

"Yeah, you know that ga-"

"Oh my god yes, I love that game dude" you dropped your pencil, feeling a surge of adrenaline and excitement pump through your body. Kyle looked at you in surprise, his mouth agape in fascination. The boy set his tool down and faced you.

"You do? What's your favorite game??"

"It's hard but I'd say maybe Twilight Princess.. gosh Zelda looked so pretty in that game."

"Oh my god, that's also my favorite I mean besides Breath of the Wild-"

Your eyes sparkled as your hand covered your mouth in shock. "You ALSO like BOTW? The graphic in that game was insane, and don't even get me started on the scenery! It's all so beautiful, I took like a dozen pictures with the sheikah slate." You rambled, covering up your wide smile.

"I can't believe someone else loves that game, my friends say it's dumb but-"

"They just don't get it? Yeah that checks out. You know what they'll never understand how great and complex that game is, it's literally my favorite game since I was like 13." You put your hand down after one last laugh.

Kyle blinked, completely in surprise at your sudden mood switch. He never knew such a person as yourself would be into such a dorky and nerd game like that, not that it was bad.. far from that.

It made his crush on you grow more just by relating to one of his favorite interests. His heart raced as you went further on to express your love for the game with a little giddy smile and your small laughs to block out your nerves.

His face was a nice shade of pink, watching you in the moment with his cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he rested his elbow on the desk.

He would nod his head in agreement every once in a while but would just remain taking in your beauty, being memorized by the way you talked.

He wished he could stay and listen to you talk more but the day was ending and you had to be home at a certain time.

When you two got back to work after sharing a wonderful moment with each other, the silence was broken a little more.

"No yeah I hate the lynles too, they are ridiculously hard to beat."

"Riiighttt?? To be fair I haven't beaten one myself.. after completing the game like 4 times." You sulked in embarrassment. Kyle chuckled, putting his papers in his folder.

You smiled at his laugh, feeling your heart race. Though your smile faded when you reached to look at your phone to check the time.

"Oh crap I gotta go." You set your phone into your pocket, rushing to grab your stuff.

"Oh- you do? I mean oh yeah." Kyle watched as you hurried to put your stuff into your bag, his heart ached wanting you to stay some more.

But he knew he couldn't possibly ask you to stay the night, that would be weird.. But he knew something else that may just work..

As you lifted your bag to put on your shoulders Kyle rose up from his chair and rushed toward you. He put his hand on your shoulder to ask something. You looked at his hand on your shoulder then up at him, your eyes puzzled yet surprised.

He looked back at you and opened his mouth but to no avail, nothing came out and he just stared at you. Suddenly he turned into a hot mess beginning to sweat.

You could see a pearl of sweat drip down on the side of his face, you looked toward the ground quickly.

"Is... there something you wanna say Kyle?" You mumbled with a nervous grin you couldn't swat off. He quickly removed his hand away from your shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

"I- uh.."

"Hmm?"

"oh god."

The boy cleared his throat after a moment of awkward silence, he composed himself and took a breath.

You began to twirl your hair again, getting shy from this awkward silence.

"I had fun also I think you're super cool! And uhm I was.. just wondering.. if you were maybe free Saturday?" He spat out. His eyes laid back on you, they were soft and sensitive with a little nervous smile plastered on his cute face.

"Are you asking me out?" You covered your mouth to hide the wide smile.

"I guess I am." He chuckled, setting his hand down.

You immediately bobbed your head up and down, putting your straps onto your shoulders.

"I would love to go out with you!"

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Boys Night Out Pt. 2

You've told the men you can handle all three of them, but can you really? Teaser Pt. 1 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

TW: S3xually explicit, S3xually suggestive, Drug use, Profanity, Mention of bodily fluids, Power Play, Overstimulation, Crass Behavior, Alcohol mentions, Polyam, Choking, All the holes are used, Bathing, Texting without permission, Blk Reader, Digital and Penile penetration, Cunnilingus, Anallingus, Fingering, Restraint, Mild Possession, Both S3xual and non S3xual intimacy, Mentions of nudity, Reader is female, Graphic descriptions, Modern AU, EROTICA Written 50/50 with @animupiglett 100% could not have done it without them. <3

Tengen blinked to himself, dumbfounded. It took a couple seconds for his brain to catch up. Had this woman just said what he thought she said? He eyed her up and down, mulling her actions in his head. She was bold. That was for sure. The red lipstick on him is a testament to that. Her challenge to him definitely wasn't going to go unaddressed. Alright, she wants to play hardball and try to take all three of them on at once? Then who was he to deny her? This was the first time Tengen felt ANY kind of intimidation from a woman, albeit a faint feeling. She would eat those words and regret them once they were done. He would make sure of it.

A dangerous smirk appears on his face as he looks into your eyes. "You sure you are up for it? This is your last chance to back out," he asked, voice intimidatingly low. You were shaken; your intimidation factor barely fazed him. It didn't matter. You knew what you wanted, and you were in this and HAD to follow through or look like a dumbass. You nodded your head confidently, and he shrugged, "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. When this is all over, just remember you asked for it. No, demanded it."

Tengen scoots his chair back and stands up. Looking down at you one last time with a feral gleam in his eyes. He turned on his heels and strode back to the boys' table. "Alright! Good news. I didn't strike out, as you can clearly tell. No need to congratulate me. We knew this would happen." He sits down in his chair and steals Sanemi's drink. Takes a few sips just to piss the man off before setting it back and continuing. "There is a catch, though. She seems to think she can handle all three of us at once. I told her it would be a tough order, but she insisted she could handle it. Something about "Stupid games deserve stupid prizes." He paused to stretch and steal a sip out of Kyōjurō's drink, then resumed. "Now, I have no problem with this arrangement. I'm just worried one of the two of you won't be able to keep up. I understand if this seems like a bit much." He stares at Kyō for a tic. "I mean, it's a bit above just a phone number, but I think we can handle it and knock her down a peg or two. So, what do you two idiots think?"

Tengen picks at some non-existent dirt underneath his fingernails. Waiting to see if his bait would be taken. With a blood color dusting his face, matching the red mask he wore, Kyōjurō looks up from his phone and sputters at the thought. "Sh-She wants… all of us? Like in one room? Together?" He glances at Sanemi, smiling at his younger friend as if he were a child. "I mean... I've had sex before, but… Never with two other guys! It's always been two or three other girls and me. How is that even supposed to work, Tengen? What the FUCK did you do?! What did you say?!" He puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, thoroughly entranced by the whole conversation. "Sanemi... have you ever? …" He gestures lewdly with his hands as the white-haired man continues to stifle a laugh at his inexperience.

Kyōjurō whispers frantically, "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING?! What is HAPPENING right now???" Sanemi placed a firm hand on Kyōjurō's shoulder; He was trying so hard not to laugh. Kyōjurō's reaction was too good. It almost made up for the bougie jackass, Tengen, stealing some of his drink. "Wait, you regularly have moresomes, and you can't figure out how it works with multiple men and one woman?" Tenge said as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Kyōjurō was the baby of their group. They tended to handle him with kid gloves, but there was no way he could not have put things together on how this would work.

Sighing but still highly amused, Sanemi checks in with Tengen to see if he would tell him. That ass was just watching, amused, stealing more sips of his drink! Sanemi fought back a growl and then shook his head. "Look, Kyōjurō, when three men and one very hot woman like each other, they sometimes get very close and intimate with each other..." He started, barely able to contain his mirth.   He ignored the look of annoyance crossing the blonde's features and continued, "So when that happens, there is usually a...." He trails off, trying to think of how to say it. He is interrupted by their other amused companion, "Spit roast. Some double pen. Either hole. Maybe two in one if she is relaxed enough. Just do the math, Kyō, three holes. Three men."  

Sanemi lost his composure at that and doubled over laughing. The hand on their confused friend's shoulder slapped him repeatedly as he cackled. "I was trying to ease him into it, you jackass! Clearly, he doesn't have experience with these kinds of things."  

Tengen rolled his eyes. "Whatever, your explanation would take too long, and I'd leave without the two of you. Take off the kid gloves already. Sanemi and I have been there and done that. Now you are being added to the equation." The flashy, iced-out man spoke matter-of-factly. Kyōjurō was embarrassed, but he couldn't do anything but ask as he watched the two, who seemingly always hate each other, laugh joyfully as they hugged. He looked down, flitting his eyes left and right, "I want to do it... I have never been scared of pussy... It's just...." He groans, then smacks the palm of his hand to his forehead, slowly dragging his hand down. The two other men waited with tears, hoping he would ask the question they knew he would, biting their bottom lips and giggling.

Kyōjurō could see Sanemi's chest vibrating with laughter as he slapped Tengen's shoulder further. The youngling swallowed his pride and opened his mouth "...Wh...What is.... a spit roast... and... double pen?" Tengen audibly giggles, then sucked it back in as Sanemi shushes him, "And... How can you.... do Two in.... one hole... COME ON! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" His face flushed out with embarrassment. "I just... What if I'm not... Big enough? I've seen both of yours... Y'all have never seen mine, and I don't want you to laugh at me, you fucking... assholes." Tengen could no longer contain himself. He just let go and laughed maniacally. "He just! He actually! Oh, oh, this is too good. I-I can't even. This is all you 'nemi. I'll keep our lovely lady entertained while you explain the birds and the bees to Junior." He picked himself up and wandered back over to your table, never stopping his laughing. Sanemi watched the skyscraper of a man leave with venom in his eyes.   Shaking his head and taking a sharp breath, he began speaking to Kyō in a very measured tone.

"A spit roast is when there is one in front and one in the back. The double pen is... Do I really need to explain how two dicks penetrate one hole or that you have one in her ass and one in her coochie? Ugh. Tengen can show you once we get to it. He'll probably take some sort of sadistic pleasure in guiding you." Sanemi rests his head on the table and sighs. "I am sure your dick is enough. Just don't compare yourself to that arrogant asshole. Genetics gave him the physical appeal, but his personality has always been lacking." The scarred man brought his head up and finished off his drink. "Are you sure you are up to this? Like it was said, the two of us," he gestures to himself and Tengen, who is currently chatting with you and getting handsy. Sanemi's eyes narrow into slits. "Have already been in this situation a few times together. Don't feel pressured into something if you aren't okay with being with all of us in one room." Kyōjurō exhaled; his face was not as red as previously. He felt a wash of comfort after Sanemi takes his inquiry seriously.

He always liked going to Sanemi about his "dumb" questions over Tengen, and it was apparent why. He looked over at you, totally ignoring Tengen and hyping himself up in his head. "Just focus on her, and you'll be good, Kyō." He also wondered if you'd understand but didn't want to embarrass himself. He turned to Sanemi after admiring your beautiful features, "I'm good, thanks. Now that I know a little about what's to be done, I think we can make it work. The question is... Where do we do this? As exciting as it sounds to do it in this bar like Tengen is obviously trying to coax her into doing..." He rolled his eyes, "I think a more relaxed setting works better. We could do it at my place? You just have to promise you won't move anything out of place... You know how I get Nemi." The older, scarred man nods and pats his friend on the back.

"Yeah, if you are okay with using your place and she is too, then we can go back there. No promises on shit not being moved. I can't speak for her or Tengen. He might move shit just to be a bastard." He frowns, not putting it past Tengen but also knowing that the other man wasn't malicious, so he probably would end up moving something by accident with his massive muscles and then apologizing. 'Nemi scrunched up his face as another thought came to him, "He might break your furniture if he decides not to hold back. Had to replace a bed that way." He groaned, purposely not saying whose bed was broken in the process.  

Shrugging, he lightly kicks Kyō under the table. "Look alive. Point of no return approaching." Sanemi stands up and dusts himself off to ensure he looks presentable again. He moves towards the bar to close their tabs and give his buddy some breathing room. This would have been intimidating if this had just been Tengen's idea, but it had been yours. That was a whole Mt. Everest and a half pill for Kyō to swallow if their conversation indicated anything.  

Pulling out his phone, he shot a quick message to their group chat.

         Don't be an asshole - Salt Bae.

It was short, and the intended recipient would understand, while the other would know he worried about his emotional wellbeing. His phone chirped, and he read the response,

 Of course not. I have complete confidence in Flame Daddy's ability to perform.  I'm going to enjoy the show. -Peacock

Sanemi chuckled and felt a sense of relief that for all his bravado and bullshit, Tengen was still concerned about their friend's worries. It was hard to remember that at times since he made being an asshole part of his personality. Tengen had his moments, but when the going got rough, he would always be there for them.

Tipping the barkeep and putting away his phone, Sanemi joined you and Tengen at your table, leaving Kyōjurō, the last member, to join when he felt ready.  The gruff man felt the other was planning on being the DD the whole time, which is why he had only taken sips off their glasses. Another instance of him appearing to be an inconsiderate jerk but really being a thoughtful and caring friend. Sanemi was looking forward to seeing how the night would proceed. Insecurities aside, he was still wound up from his earlier conversation with you and couldn't wait to take you up on your challenge. He had plans for that smart mouth of yours. He was pretty sure it had just written a check your ass couldn't cash and, quite literally, was not going to be able to handle. Kyōjurō downs the rest of his drink and takes a corner of the edible he had in his pocket that he was saving for later. He often used them to focus on writing out or studying blueprints, resulting in magnificent results, and to dispel his anxiety when it arose. You catch him in the act and pat Tengen's arm, signaling him to let go, then saunter over to Kyōjurō, smiling kindly. You'd realized that throughout the group dynamic, he was the youngest and kinder individual.

He was forward but respected women. You also knew the tell-tale signs of anxiety yourself when you saw it. "Kyō? You okay?" His cheeks dust pink as he looks down at you, slightly embarrassed, thinking you'd think less of him now that he was caught. Tengen had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched. You notice the look and scowl, then turn back to Kyōjurō, "Don't be shy, Kyō. I really do like you all. It's not just some power stance; I just can't choose. So be you! I'll like you either way! If it makes you feel better, I'm only 21!" Kyōjurō exhales in relief, "I'm 21 too. Sanemi is 23, then you got the big guy at 24. It should've been mentioned earlier! That coulda been really bad!" You and Kyō share a laugh, "See? I love dark humor. Do you think I could have a piece too?" You asked sweetly, gesturing at the edible he held. You were riddled with worry and anxiety about the events that were going to take place. "Here... Say 'ahh,'" Kyōjurō says, prompting you to open your mouth. He puts the edible to your lips, and you take a slow, sexual bite. He smiles as he looks down at you chipperly. His sultry voice didn't match his face as he smiled and said, "Good girl..." You blush immediately. You knew he probably didn't mean harm but... shit~

Sanemi smiles at his younger friends' newfound comfort around you. It was a good sign that you were checking in on him. Sex was a selfish act in and of itself, but the fact that you cared enough to ensure the youngest member of their trio was okay made him happy. And made you all that much sexier in his eyes. Looking over at Tengen, he saw agreement in the other man's eyes. It's one thing for them to rib Kyō; it's another for someone from outside their group to do so. The pair watched the two of you take your edibles and ease your anxieties for a bit. Tengen cleared his throat loudly and jingled the keys standing up with Sanemi, saying it was time to go.

The blush deepened across your bistre-colored skin. At this point, your whole body was just a rosy brown. You stood up, took one of Kyōjurō's hands, and coaxed him out of his chair. The two of you walked over to the others weaving your hand onto his forearm. Tengen was cheesing while Sanemi's face was slightly unreadable. The hunger in his fuchsia eyes was the only indication you had that he was anything other than neutral. That was unmistakable. You felt Tengen grab your other hand and wrap it similarly around Sanemi's arm, then wrap his big arms around all three of you. "Tonight, is gonna be fun!" He gloats. He was looking forward to stuffing you while watching you choke on one of them and getting reamed by the other. The three of them will make you eat your words thoroughly and pleasurably.

As you sat in the back of Tengen's 2021 Jeep Wagoneer with Kyōjurō, you started to loosen up a bit. The edible had finally started to kick in when you were a few minutes away from the house. You were absolutely ravenous with lust, and Kyōjurō knew it. The once forward, smiling, and enthusiastic man was sitting silently, looking out the window, making subtle moves trying to set you off. He was slowly rubbing the inside of your thigh. It felt so good. You could swear you felt the print of his fingers touching every cell of your skin as you whimpered silently. You hear a calm voice slip past his lips, "Almost there, sweetie." You nod. His sudden understanding aroused you as Sanemi and Tengen sit in the front seat, confused at his sudden mumble, unaware of what was happening. When you arrive at the house, Kyōjurō decides to be a gentleman and open your door. He kept his eyes ahead; they were half-lidded, and his signature smile wiped from his face as he fiddled with his phone. As you all walked up to his front door, he seriously turned around and glared at the two men, who seemed familiar with this side of Kyōjurō and didn't tease him. "Once we get in here, do not touch anything, please. That means you too, little lady. I have serious OCD, so please take your shoes off at the door."

You smile and nod awkwardly. That edible was strong. You were very self-aware, but everything just felt SO good. Even the night air had the potential to get you off. The group takes off their shoes, and Kyōjurō shows You and Sanemi around as you compliment his house and do your best not to touch anything. Tengen makes himself at home since he'd been to his house numerous times and even designed the interior for him. Kyō showed you to his room and then looked at Tengen. His voice mellow, "If you break my fucking bed, I'll break your arm." The flame head said to Tengen, who then chortles; he loved "high Kyō." His asshole demeanor was almost on par with his own when his friend got like that. You stop at the door and look in the room. Tengen undressed gracefully as if no one was watching, Sanemi undid the buttons on his shirt slowly as he looked at you, and Kyōjurō took his shirt off as well. They were all beautifully built, husky men, but Tengen took the cake. The man was an Adonis. You stand at the door contemplating your life decisions, remembering the spectacle you put on at the bar, trembling and regretting it with the more skin you saw. Soon they were all in their boxers. Tengen looks at you and says, "Are you ready to eat your words?"

You grow flustered and roll your eyes, "I will admit, seeing all of you like this is intimidating. I think I'll be okay, though." You squeaked sheepishly. Tengen chortles, "Yeah. We'll see about that." Sanemi smiles sadistically, "I'm actually with Tengen on this one. You won't last an hour." Kyōjurō grabs your hand and pulls you into the room, "We won't be ready until you are." You look around; all of them were waiting for you to strip. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you undo the rest of the buttons at the top of your dress. Tengen never breaks his gaze, Sanemi looks over his nose, grinning, and Kyōjurō turns his head. You felt less nervous as you looked at Kyōjurō, then Tengen grabbed your attention, "No. Don't look at him. He's the sweetheart. Look at Sanemi and me."

You take a deep breath and look at Tengen ferociously, he's the one you wanted most, and he knew it. Your confidence wanes the longer he stares. "I need help with the back," you coo quietly. Sanemi comes over and stands behind you. "Any rules you want before we ruin you?" he whispers gruffly. Your heart dropped, but you decided since you started strong, you wanted the whole experience. "No," you whisper as Sanemi pulls your zipper down and takes your dress off your shoulders. He starts to kiss your neck; like you said before, the man knew his hot spots. Your legs tremble immediately when he gets to the space between your neck and jaw line and bites down.

You moan loudly, and he laughs, "Did I say an hour? I meant 10 minutes." Suddenly the neutral party turned animalistic with lust. You slowly pull your dress down around your ankles and cover your stomach. Your lace bra and boy shorts had every pair of eyes on you. Sanemi ogles your ass from behind and smiles, "Aren't you precious?" He asks as he grabs a handful, and you moan. Tengen butts in again, "Come on, 'Nemi, let the baby boy get some action!" He says playfully, "look at him over there. He was nice enough to let the lady undress 'privately' let's just give him first dibs like we did at the bar! Kyō 'll back off once he gets a boner," he teases. "And anyway, we're all in our underwear now. It's your turn to go first and undress." You blush red as Sanemi walks around in front to enjoy the show, and Kyōjurō side-eyes you this time. His edibles were in full effect, and he was starting to feel more impure. When you take your bra off, your breasts bounce in circles. The whole room makes an audible moan, and three bulges rise. You blush as your confidence increases, being able to make three men so horny.

You had Kyōjurō's full attention; his eyes were fixated on your panties. He could see a trail of your slick coming from your thighs, and Tengen turned red with happiness, "Would you look at that... Mmm." The fuchsia-eyed man cooed. Kyōjurō walks toward you slowly, his fiery eyes locked on you. You'd never felt such intimidation or anticipation. He was towering over you as he stood before you, looking down; the tip of his nose touched yours as his eyes paralyzed you. He gently grabbed your jaw, "Take them off." You smile, pleasantly terrified and aroused at his sudden change in attitude. "Take what off~" you taunt playfully. Kyōjurō scowls, "You know what I want. Now drop them. Right. Fucking. Now. I'm normally really nice, but you're pushing it, baby. Drop them. I won't ask again."

A sudden gush comes from your legs as you shiver, "Make me~" you whisper seductively. Tengen chuckles. He loved how much fun you had from causing mischief, like him. Sanemi's smile grows dark, "Mmmm, so she's a brat? Good find, Tengen. I'll have fun punishing our little princess here." He says playfully. Kyōjurō was much less vocal. Sliding his fingers into the front of your boy shorts and pulled them down as you watched him get on his knee to pull them around your ankles. You yelp as he stands up, grabs your wrist and then throws you on the bed.

You can hear Tengen and Sanemi instigating the encounter from the other side of the room. The two older men relish Kyōjurō's boldness as he spreads your legs and looks over your sopping wet entrance. You tremble and try to reason with the sweetheart, "Please. It's...R-Really sensitive. It's been a while." Kyōjurō didn't care; he put his index finger to your clit and swirled as you moaned loudly and warmth built into the pit of your stomach as your cunt dripped from a simple touch. "Fuck, she's a messy one, guys. You told me to make you, right? You might want to hold onto something." He says teasingly.

You flushed red as you looked over and saw the other two men smiling, palming their selves, "Get her warmed up for us, yeah?" Sanemi heckles. Kyōjurō sticks his tongue into your folds and flattens it before slowly licking upward, "Mmm, fuck!" You moan as he starts swirling his tongue around the hood of your clit; you pull on the sheets, lamenting loudly. It'd been a while since you'd properly been eaten out, and Kyōjurō was a fucking pro. He licked and sucked on your clit like ice cream melting in the sun. He flits his tongue back and forth as you shake violently and scream. Kyōjurō hums jubilantly as he takes two fingers and starts to stretch you out, quickly tickling that sweet spot of yours. "Fuck... FUCK!!" You moan as he presses his fingers deeper into your sweet spot and massages. "Give it to me, baby... you know you want to." He coaxed. He felt your walls clenching around his fingers and hummed, "Let's get that first one out for you."

WHO WAS THIS?! This was not the man you met at the bar! Your back arched violently as you creamed on his fingers, and he licked up every drop, slurping loudly as he moaned... Couldn't have you messing up his sheets. Kyōjurō lapped you up viciously as he rubbed his cock against the bed. He milked two more sweet releases out of you, giving Tengen, Sanemi, and himself enough time to dispel and recover from their first orgasm so they could go longer.

You.

Were.

Fucked.

After Kyōjurō got up from his knees and looked at you, you were a quaking fucked out mess. Ready for penetration just like he wanted. Then he turned back to his friends, "You guys ready?" He asked as he licked his lips, your cum dripping from his chin. The two men's mouths were wide open, then Tengen started to chuckle, "you said you like eating pussy, but damn Kyō! You didn't say you were starving." Kyōjurō blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck, "I couldn't... Stop. Sorry." You laid back, breathing heavily as you tried to recover. Kyōjurō moved away and let Sanemi take his place in-between your legs. "You got any lube?" He asked, looking at Kyō expectantly. His friend frowns and shakes his head no. "Pussy is self-lubricating," he shyly responds, eyes darting down to the floor. Tengen frowns, facepalms, and rolls off the bed, hastily putting on his pants before darting out the bedroom door.

Sanemi points back and forth between the bed and the door with a questioning look on his face, Kyōjurō shrugs, and you just lay there confused. The three of you heard the door open and close twice, and Tengen returned. In his hands are one regular-sized container of the lube and one THC-infused lube. "Both are water-based, so your sheets won't get stained. Much like the interior of the Jeep." Tengen chimes in happily. Tossing them both on the bed next to you while stripping, then falling back on the bed, kissing your neck, and getting your riled up. Kyōjurō looks over, confused and intrigued; what exactly did they need lube for? He wanted to ask out loud but opted not to since he was going to find out either way. Sanemi grabbed for the THC lube and chuckled darkly. "I already know you are 420 friendly, but just to be on the safe side, is this okay? and is this okay?" He said as he tapped at the bottle in his hand, then rubbed a finger over the tight ring of muscle nestled between your thick, sweet cheeks. You nodded yes, and spread yourself open to him, "Both are fine."  

"Ooooo. This will be fun." Tengen purrs into your ear as he bites your lobe before sitting up and leaning over you. Extremely close. He licks at your lips and begins nibbling. Asking you for entrance at the same time that the other person begins probing at your sphincter. You vaguely remembered it was Sanemi, but it was damn hard focusing on his prep work while you had Tengen's tongue dancing in your mouth. The scruffy man was happy his vain counterpart was providing a distraction. You had taken the first finger well, the second finger had you tensing up, but thanks to the "God of festivals," you were too busy enjoying his tongue, that was fucking your mouth, to keep clenched for long. Kyōjurō watched in amazement at how well the two worked together, then he connected the dots, "You've done this before?!" he queries as Sanemi chuckles. He slowly began working his fingers again after you released them from the vice grip your ring had him in. Tengen stops kissing and glances at Kyōjurō, "Duh." You whimpered at the loss of Tengen's lips. "Mmm, you like that, huh? I can always do better," He says as you both start kissing more intimately.  

Sanemi took a deep breath as he pulled his fingers out of you and generously applied more lube to them and to your sphincter. A bit excessive, but he wanted to be 100% sure you were prepped as much as possible. Thanks to the THC, you were relaxing much faster than expected. Then went back in one finger at a time. Stretching slowly until he could add in his third finger. Spreading and massaging at your hole, silently praying that you would be able to take him fully. He was a thick mother fucker, and he was well aware of it. Removing his fingers, he grabbed at the lube bottle one more time. Your kitten mewls making him harder. Pre-cum leaking from his slit. Kyōjurō tosses him a condom reading his mind.

Sanemi puts on the condom and hastily puts on a liberal amount of lube to himself, then looks at Tengen to ensure you are ready. Tengen chuckles deeply and points you over to look at Sanemi, who has the Cheshire Cat grin on his face. This man was about to devour your ass with his dick. He rubs his tip against you and tilts his head, asking silent permission. The poking alone felt sensitive enough to make you moan, "Go for it. I can take it." You respond cockily and lustily. Now it was Kyōjurō's turn to chuckle. Oh, you had done it now. He and Tengen knew of the mistake you had just made. You were looking at him like the cat that caught the canary.

Sanemi doesn't even respond to you. Instead, he makes you swallow those words as he slowly pushes past your muscled ring and enters you, sparks fly as you're penetrated, and you scream in pleasure. It's all one long, robust and exhausting stroke. He wasn't trying to break you or tear anything but enjoyed the sound of your squealing. Once he felt fully set to the hilt, he whistled and nodded. "You took me decently well. Looks like you didn't have to eat those words. But now you will." He pulls out and begins thrusting into you before you can say another smart-assed comment. Grabbing your hips for leverage, his pace is low and slow. An occasional roll of his hips has you moaning incoherently. Kyōjurō and Tengen are stroking themselves languidly in time with each slap of Sanemi's balls against your bum. You may have been the cat that caught the canary, but he was the coyote that caught the cat. You were not gonna get through this with your sanity intact.

It doesn't take long for the weed to start making you more sensitive. Sanemi didn't have the same effect since he hadn't ingested it. It was topical, so for him, it was a pleasant tingly sensation that shot through the nerves of your puckering ring. You were on cloud 9, and you were still climbing. Ohhh boy, were you climbing. The only noises were your pleasured moans, which strained with each stroke from Sanemi. He grunts as the two of you are bumping and grindin'.  

You were so lost in the sensations of him drilling into you that you cum again without warning. Clutching Sanemi tightly, you let out a guttural moan, which in turn causes him to let loose, then spills inside the condom, groaning in pleasure. One hand releases your hip and slaps you hard on the ass. You go to yelp and are smothered with a hot, furious kiss from the man. With your tongues intertwined, you continue to moan into his mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. Instead of the usual letdown, getting off seems to have only amped this man up. Luckily for you, he is soft when he pulls out, so you don't have to worry about him going in for seconds. That was until you remember there is still a third member of this group. You were already fucked out and couldn't even fight it. The THC lube wasn't helping with the edible you took either. You were over the moon, salivating and panting as Kyōjurō twisted one pert nipple and sucked on the other. It felt unreal. Tengen chuckled as he put his cock to your lips. "Ready, Honey Suckle? This is the fun part." Confidently you nodded, whimpering, "~More, please. More~" All eyes widened.

Sanemi kissed your clit, sucking on it lightly. Kyōjurō shoots a glare at him, "That's mine." Sanemi backs off and throws his hands up, "You got it, baby boy." The THC lube left you so sensitive; Kyōjurō quickly comes in and slurps up your sweet nectar, plunging his fingers into your cunt as you scream loudly, unable to take the continued stimulation, and reaching down to pull Kyojuro's hair. Tengen pins your hands to the bed and watches you writhe as Sanemi eases three of his fingers into your ring of muscle, keeping you stretched out for the night's main event. All the guttural screaming was making Tengen smile. "That's a beautiful musical score you're making, princess. I have something that might soothe you. Open your pretty little mouth." You look up at him, making direct eye contact. You fix your lips and whimper out, "Yes, daddy." This makes Kyō and Sanemi chuckle as they tend your holes. Tengen flushes with excitement, "Aren't you needy!?" He asks playfully. Kyōjurō chimes in, his sound muffled as he says, "She's a very good girl..."  

Sanemi's tickler on his tongue ring rubbed your sensitive hole. You cry in pleasure from the praise and stimulation as Kyōjurō takes his hand and stimulates your nipple while Sanemi does the other. You needed more; you needed to feel full. You desperately lick the tip of Tengen's throbbing cock, gladly sucking up his precum. He was patient, and you wanted to please him for it. "You ready?" You moan fervently as you slowly suck the tip, then back off. Tengen lets out a happy hum as he nods his head. You position yourself, "Fuck my throat, please, Tengen," You say as you open up and lean your head back. The white-haired man was shocked at how well you were taking the other two men, even though you'd already eaten and swallowed your own words from earlier. Your behavior was out of character; you felt like a Succubus and loved it. Tengen slowly inserted himself past your warm lips gently to not hurt you. Your jaw almost locked at his size as you suckled and moaned, salivating on him pleasurably as he started to pick up speed. You cum again when Sanemi takes his hand from your nipple and puts a finger into your second hole. You were stimulated to the hilt. Tengen kept a steady pace in your throat; your moan became shaky as you gagged. His pulsing tip rubs against softness in the back of your throat; a wet squelch can be heard as you gag. Each time you do, you leak wetness, and Kyojuro is quick to lap you up. Tengen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he held his head back. "Fuck~ You take me so well," Tengen says as he shot thick, heavy amounts of cum in your throat.

He pulls out slowly and moans as you swallow it all. "Ohh~ You little minx," Tengen moans. What happens next almost startles Sanemi. You gush all over his face, nearly drowning him. He knew that was his cue to stop his ministrations. You wanted more. This was teasing at its finest for you. You wanted the real thing again. "Please. Please more!" You cry as Sanemi and Kyōjurō exhale in disbelief. Tengen puts his hands on their shoulders, "I think it's time for a break! You could use it, especially for what we have planned for you next. We need you very relaxed." He says sultrily. Kyōjurō nods, "I'll get her bath ready." He goes into the bathroom and gets his luxury Jacuzzi tub started. While you waited to be taken to your bath, Sanemi stepped out into Kyōjurō’s fenced backyard for air. Tengen lay down next to you and watched as you shook in what he could only assume was pure pleasure. "I want you. Please..." You begged as you rubbed Tengen's face. He turned pink due to your gentle touch, leaned in, and started kissing you deeply. "You like my lips?" He asks as he plunges his fingers into you, satiating you, and humming as you moan into his mouth. You loved the way his fingers felt in you; he was your first choice, after all. You put your mouth to his ear and ululate his name in pleasure. After you cum on his fingers, he picks you up, carries you to the bathroom, and places you in the tub then left. As you lay there, fucked out, you start to think that you'd made a grave mistake. You grab your phone from the arm of the tub and text your friends Kocho and Mitsuri, telling them about what happened at the bar:

Heyyyyy GURRLLSSS!

Helloo, My Sweet. Everything good?

Hi Lovely lady!!!

You won't believe where I am….

Where >.>

Tell Ussss <3<3_

I'm at this guy's house. I met him at the barrrr

Oh, which bar?

The one near that one club.

Ohhh, 7-Minute Lounge?

Yeeehhh... Well… He had frienddsss annddddd

You didn't…

I did… I very much did.

How many friends???

Ohh… 1…2…Maybe 3 guys total.

Oooooo they must be hot <3<3

Sweetie, why did you leave the bar with 3 men?! You down bad?

Not anymo~re. (\O_O)/)**

Are you okay?

I had a bit of an edible… and maybe some THC lube :3

…THC Lube? There's only 1 person I know in this area that buys that illegal shit. They don't sell THC lube here. So where the fuck?

Well, the guy had it in his car.

Ohhhhh NOOOO. WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?!

Hold on... I took a pic of em when they came in….

Are you gonna send it??? Are you okay?

I think she's in a loving embrace right now...

Srry, I drifted off… Here ya go. 3rd guy ain't in it

OH MY FUCK—

Ohhhhh…. Kyooo-chann, noooo

Huh? Yal kno dem? What's wrong???

YOU NEED TO GO HOME

I can't believe big bro is there.

What tf ? Why?

WHO'S THE 3RD GUYYY?!!!

Does he have white hair? <3

SCARS?!

Shinobu calm dwn. Your blowing my high

YOU'RE HIG—WHERE ARE YOU?!

I cnt remember rite nw

Ohhh Ladyyy…

THE. THIRD. GUY.

Uhhhh Sannnn?

FUCKKKKK! DROP YOUR LOCATION!!!

OH! Sana-chan is there? You need to go home. Like now.

You guyysss… I'm having fun. They even ran me a bath :3

-Shinobu has left the group chat-

Bitch

She'll be back, she's just freaking out.

-Shinobu has rejoined the chat-

You need… to send me …. Your location YOU DUMB. ASS. BITCH

I don't like your tone :/

FUCKING… Fine. Get pummeled I don't care.

Pummled??

Yeah, Tengen and Sanemi have been known to rearrange organs. I should know ;3 You need to leave.

?????????

Just let her die.

There was this one time, this girl in my class decided to fuck themmm and she came back in a wheelchair. Something about a broken bed? IDR but yah. You should defff leave.

Oh~… I think it's too late #HighBlown

Your Location. PLEASE.

Hello????

You there sweetie?

PLEASE SEND YOUR LOCATION

Tengen walks in, "Feeling better?" he trills as you nod your head, get out of the tub, and set your phone on the bathroom counter. "Good, bring your ass here, then," Tengen says as he watches you get out of the tub. He wraps his arms around you, kissing you passionately before you leave the bathroom. He notices your phone blowing up on the counter. He turns back to you, smacks your ass, and tells you to not wait up for him while he uses the bathroom. He takes your phone and texts the girls back,

Soorryyyy She's Busy (^3^) Try again in 3 days.

TENGEN. I KNOW ITS YOU, YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON THAT USES THAT DUMBASS FACE!

Idk what you mean (-- 3 --)

WHERE ARE YOU

Hi Tengen!

Hey Mitsuri! <3

TENGEENNNUUUHHHHHH

Koooochooooouuaaaaaaaahhhh

When Am I Gonna Get An Invite To Guy's Night? <3

MITSURI SHUT UP.

Look, she's fine. We're not gonna hurt her, so calm your tits

DID SHE GIVE YOU PERMISSION????!

We're not animals. Your friend isn't as wholesome as you think... Yes, we have full consent.

NO, YOU ARE AN ANIMAL THOUUGHHHH

Hmmm, Idk I think I really like her.

????????????????

I like her, really!

What ABOUT ME?!

Ugh Mitsuri -_- Shut up.

-Mitsu has left the chat-

((^_^) Byeeee, I'm gonna go play with my new girlfriend.

At. LEAST tell me where you AREEE.

Sure, we’re…...no.