#but also it is so fucking difficult to find stuff to eat when you have food sensitivities in this country
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i used to like. Never drink milk i think it was my most hated beverage for a while there. and then recently i found out im lactose intolerant and at the same time was noticing i have a tendency to "not like" foods that i didn't realise were making me sick (hating tomatoes or Specifically american soda or most american breakfast foods or specific artificial sweeteners = fructose intolerance! who woulda thought) like i guess i just subconsciously avoided all the stuff my body couldn't digest well (which was great i barely had to change my diet to avoid all my allergens and intolerances) but like. recently i decided to try lactose free milk like just regular milk with the lactose Deleted and. now suddenly i keep craving milk. im actively choosing to drink milk. i think i like milk now. what the hell
#lactose free milk my beloved i guess? now i might not need vitamin d supplements as much#like realising most of my cravings had way more to do with what my body needs/can actually digest was like. a lightbulb moment#and bc one of my spins is biochem. Of Course i started studying what the base components of my foods were#I've been just researching and studying what foods give me what vitamins if I'm craving a certain food what do i need#and It Works somehow? like not 100% of the time but ive been feeling ill a lot less lately#still doesnt stop me from craving cheese but they dont make lactaid cheese and vegan cheese has the Worst texture ever i Cant Stand It#i wish i could get like. more food that didn't have 1000 additives bc a large amount of stuff they add to prepackaged food makes me sick#like soy lecithin what the hell is that and why is it in literally every baked thing ever can i please have one soy free snack#and motherfucking high fructose corn syrup every time i see that added to an ingredient list i feel a little more angry#according to healthline fructose malabsorption affects 1 in 3 people thats fucking insane. and nobody makes specifically fructose free food?#genuinely want to move to a different country bc a lot of food i try from outside the US doesn't seem to constantly make me sick#like i don't want to be one of those 'mehhh american food is so unhealthy' people bc thats just Annoying#but also it is so fucking difficult to find stuff to eat when you have food sensitivities in this country#at least give me a little variety everything is the same here everything that was cool or different abandoned that or shut down years ago
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So this NOT to imply the writing is bad
But so far the Batfam fic as me genuinely shaking in anger , the fact that dick is convinced that y/n as to prove herself to be "worthy" genuinely got to me to the point I need a pallete cleanser
Could we please get a small drabble of reader growing close with one of the "outside" batfam members?
Like maybe Kate(batwoman) and Luke (batwing) because they are under used
Or hell, maybe to really grind the family gears, reader gets close to azrael
(you know Bruce would've able to do shit if reader got close with Kate, she would fucking eat him alive)
Hey, You're all good bro! I also just want to put out that my fic is based on an au! The portrayals of any characters in my fic are based off of their canon and fanon counterparts, just with my own twist. Since this is a darker universe/au, the Bats along with other heroes are going to be a lot more brutal and jaded.
Also love your idea bro. But, I'll do you one better. Constantine. Bruce absolutely can't stand him and the reader being friends with/getting along with him? Oh, that's bound to grind Bruce's gears. It would also be easier to meet Constantine too.
Let's just say one day the reader gets caught up in some Justice League Dark stuff that Constantine is trying to solve. She gets kidnapped by a cult that wants to use her as a sacrifice. I mean, she is a pretty huge target, being the daughter of a Billionaire after all. Anyways, shes kidnapped, nobody is coming to get her, not from her family at least. Long story short, Constantine arrives too late to stop the ritual, but things don't go according to plan for the cultists anyway. Turns out that the person sacrificed wouldn't be killed, but would instead become a vessel.
Great, now you have some old, eldrich being living rent-free in your mind. The being is old, donning the title "Keeper of Hell", but you'll just call it (they? him? her?), Adam. Yeah, Adam wasn't too happy with the name. When Constantine arrives, however, hes pleasantly surprised to find you alive. When he realizes that you, a 15-year-old, now carry the presence and power of an eldritch being older than Gotham itself, he groans while lighting up a cigarette. Looks like he'd have to deal with you now.
He checks over you making sure you have no internal and external injuries before explaining your situation. He feels a little sorry for you, but he is in no condition to train you. He asks around to other JL dark members, hoping to see if anyone is willing to help you control your new powers. He sighs again when nobody steps up to the plate, too busy with their own sidekicks and quests.
Reluctantly, he tells you he'd help you figure stuff out. And there begins the blossoming of the amazing "Grumpy old man and kid they didn't ask for" troupe. When you tell Constantine your name, he blanks, because of course he gets stuck with one of the bat's kids. However, based on your tone of voice when discussing your family (and the way you begged him not to let Bruce/Batman know of your predicament), he's guessing things aren't all too great between you all. Well, thats not his problem, his only job was to train you and make sure you don't end up accidentally killing someone.
Yeah...like that thought process is going to last. Training sessions start out bleak and professional, he's only doing a job. Then as time continues, he finds himself enjoying your company, your enthusiasm to learn and your rambunctious/sarcastic comebacks always have him fighting off a smile. It's been a while since he's had company like this. Soon, you're both going out on missions, and then ice cream breaks afterward. He lets you fall asleep on his shoulder, drooling all over his trench coat after particularly difficult missions and he can't bring himself to mind.
He's fond of you, although he never admits it out loud. It's okay though, because even though he's never said it out loud, his actions speak louder than words. You could feel his love and pride for you. Although he wasn't exactly your dad per se, he was still something to you, maybe the wine uncle? You don't know, and you don't particularly care to put a label on what Constantine was to you, you're just glad that he's there.
Shit hits the fan, however, when one day you decide to go on a solo mission. It's nothing crazy, just getting rid of some poltergeists and low-level demons and shades. Now, were you given permission to go on this mission alone? No, but in a normal teenage manner, you decide to go anyway. Everything was fine, you got rid of all the poltergeists in the area and even some of the shades too! It's all going well until you realize that the demon mentioned before was not as weak as you were told. You gulped when its blood red eyes turned to you.
"Well shit." Constantine was going to kill you.
It immediately lunges at you, you barely rolling out of its sharp claws. You hit it with a couple of spells, causing the demon to roar out in pain, burn marks now littering its side. Its tail whips at you, colliding with your stomach as you fly into a wall with a loud thud. You groan as you pick yourself up, clutching your ribs, each breath a jagged pain that ripples through your chest. Your arm is slick with blood, the gashes from the demon's claws burning as if its very essence were trying to sear your flesh. You grit your teeth and weave another spell, calling on Adamâs power to knock the demon back. This time, a burst of raw energy slams into it, shattering its leg with a sickening crack.
For a brief moment, you think it's over, ready to strike the final blow. But the demonâs leg snaps back into place, bone and flesh knitting together as if the injury had never happened.
âOf course,â you mutter under your breath. âWhy would this be easy?â
The demon lunges again, and youâre just a split second too slow. Burning pain flares through your right arm as its claws tear into you, ripping through your flesh like paper. You scream, the sound involuntary, but you push through the pain, refusing to go down without a fight.
Drawing back, you unleash another spell, a sharp projectile of energy aimed at its neck. The demon flinches, letting out a low growl. That reactionâpanicâgives you the first glimmer of hope. Its neck. That's its weak spot.
With renewed determination, you gather every ounce of strength you have left. The cuts across your body throb, and your arm feels like itâs on fire, but you push it all aside. You can do this. You have to do this.
You unleash a volley of cutting spells, each one aimed at the demonâs throat. It fights back viciously, throwing you around the room with a strength that makes your vision blur. Every hit you take feels like your bones are splintering, but you keep going. You keep attacking.
Finally, one of your spells strikes true.
The demon lets out a gurgling screech as your spell cuts deep into its neck. Bloodâthick and darkâpours from the wound, and it claws at its own throat, choking. Its body spasms violently, and then, as if collapsing in on itself, it begins to disintegrate. In a few seconds, all thatâs left is dust.
You stand there, panting, barely able to process the fact that you did it. You won. A grin spreads across your face, and despite the pain radiating from every part of your body, you let out a weak cheer.
But the celebration is short-lived.
Pain cuts through you like a knife, sharp and sudden, reminding you of just how battered you are. Blood is still oozing from the various gashes across your body, and your arm feels like itâs hanging by a thread. You stumble, nearly falling, but catch yourself at the last second.
âCrap⊠Iâm bleeding out,â you mumble, wincing. âWhoops.â
With what little energy you have left, you remember the spell Constantine taught you, the one that would tether you to him no matter where you were. He warned you not to use it unless it was an emergencyâand bleeding out from demon-inflicted wounds definitely qualifies.
You lift your shaking hand and cast the spell, a sluggish flick of your wrist sending out a ripple of energy. A portal forms, shimmering and unstable, but functional enough. Without much grace, you stumble through it, disappearing from the demonâs lair.
What you didnât know, however, was that Constantine was currently in a Justice League meeting.
The first thing you feel is a sudden drop, like the ground beneath you has vanished. You barely register the sensation of falling before you crash, hard, onto something solid. Groaning, you blink through the haze of pain and find yourself sprawled across a massive table.
You can hear voicesâmuffled, alarmedâbut the world is spinning too much for you to focus. All you know is that you're lying on something cold and hard, and youâre absolutely drenched in blood.
Forcing your eyes open, you see several figures standing around you, staring in shock. Your vision is blurry, but you can make out Supermanâs cape and Wonder Womanâs armor. You try to process what's happening, but the pain in your arm and ribs keeps pulling you under.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Fuckkkk." You cry out.
Suddenly, the scent of smoke fills the air. You don't even have to look to know who it is. Constantineâs familiar trench coat brushes against your arm as he crouches beside you, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. His eyes flicker with a dangerous mix of exasperation and barely concealed anger.
âWhat in the bloody fuck, kid?â he snaps, his tone harsher than usual, but the concern underlies his words.
You wince, the situation hitting you all at once. Crap. Now I've got to deal with this.
You muster a weak, sheepish grin, wincing as you turn your head to face him. âHeyyy Constantine, how are ya?â
His brow furrows deeper, and heâs clearly not amused. âWhat did you do?â
You swallow hard, trying to think of how to explain yourself without getting ripped to shredsâverbally or otherwise. âIâwell, promise you wonât get mad?â
âToo late for that, kid. Iâm already halfway there,â he growls, his eyes narrowing as he looks over your wounds. âNow get to it.â
You bite your lip, trying to find the least disastrous way to explain. âSo⊠I sorta⊠mighta⊠gone on a solo demon-hunting mission,â you blurt out quickly, hoping heâd just move past it.
The way Constantineâs eyes widen, and the immediate twitch in his jaw tell you that heâs definitely not going to move past it.
âYou did what?!â His voice rises as he stands up, rubbing a hand over his face. âOh bloodyâ I thought I specifically told you not to go by yourself! And this is what happens!â
âHey, well, Iâm alive, arenât I?â you say, grinning nervously, trying to play it off.
âThatâs besides the point!â He throws his arms up, pacing as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. âBloody hell, I shouldâve known better with you kids. I swear, this is why I neverââ
Just then, a dark, grim voice cuts through the chaos, and your heart nearly stops.
âConstantine,â Batmanâs tone is low, authoritative. âWhy is my daughter bleeding on our table?â
Oh no. No, no, no. Not now.
You freeze, your mind going blank as you feel the weight of Batmanâs presence at the end of the table. You slowly, painfully turn your head to see him standing there, cape draped over his shoulders, his gaze icy and locked onto you. His usual stoic expression somehow looks even more intense.
âAh⊠shit,â you mutter under your breath, groaning inwardly as you realize youâve just landed yourself in the absolute worst situation imaginable. âI completely forgot he was still here.â Wait, did you say that out loud?
Constantine gives you a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. âYes, kid, you did. And now weâve got more than just your wounds to worry about, donât we?â He sighs deeply, rubbing his temples, already anticipating the fallout.
Batmanâs eyes narrow, arms crossed as he takes a step closer to you, his voice low and dangerous. âCare to explain yourself?â
Youâre still bleeding, your head is pounding, and youâre pretty sure at least a few bones are broken, but none of that compares to the fear creeping up your spine as you look up at your father. Your mind races for an answer, but every excuse you can think of feels flimsy at best.
Constantine clears his throat, sensing the rising tension in the room. âRight. Letâs get her fixed up before this turns into an interrogation, yeah? Kidâs bleeding all over the place, and sheâs already taken a beating. Weâll save the lecture for later.â He waves his hand, muttering something under his breath as he kneels beside you again.
The tension between Constantine and Batman lingers in the air, thick and heavy, but Batman finally relents. His eyes softenâslightlyâas he watches Constantine work to stabilize your injuries with magic.
You can feel yourself growing weaker, the adrenaline finally wearing off as the pain becomes unbearable. Constantine mutters a healing spell, one that slows the bleeding and knits some of the less serious cuts together. It's not perfect, but itâs enough for now.
âI think itâs time to get you all fixed up, huh?â Constantine says softly, his earlier anger tempered by concern as he helps you sit up, his hand firm on your back to support you.
You nod weakly, not daring to meet Batmanâs eyes again. Youâre in deep trouble, but for now, at least, youâre still breathing. As Constantine gets ready to teleport you to a safer place to heal, you hear Batmanâs voice, calm but steely.
âWeâre not done here.â
And with that ominous promise hanging in the air, Constantine picks you up, and the world around you shifts once again.
Constantine gently carries you through the halls toward the Justice Leagueâs med bay, muttering curses under his breath with every step. You could feel his frustration radiating off him, and now, in the quiet aftermath of the fight, guilt begins to settle in your chest. The adrenaline from the battle has worn off, and now you're left with the consequences of your reckless actions.
âHey, Constantine⊠IâIâm sorry for not listening to you. I really am,â you say, your voice soft and heavy with regret.
He sighs, not looking at you, but his tone is stern. âIâm not going to lie and say Iâm not mad at you, kid. You didnât just ignore my warningsâyou put yourself in danger. There are rules for a reason. What if you got seriously hurt and couldnât cast a spell back to me? Even worse, what if you died or got possessed?â
His words hit you hard, and you wither under the weight of them. You know heâs right. All those rules and restrictions arenât just him being overprotective or controlling, theyâre because he cares. Heâs seen the kind of darkness that can swallow people whole, and the thought of that happening to you terrifies him, even if heâll never say it out loud.
By the time you reach the med bay, the guilt feels like itâs pressing down on you as much as the pain in your ribs. Constantine lowers you onto a cot, tucking you in with a gruff gentleness that only he could pull off. He sits down on the side of the bed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a quick flick of his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
âWhat Iâm trying to say, kid,â he starts, exhaling a cloud of smoke, âis that I care. I care about you, I care about what happens to you. I donât wantââ He pauses, his voice softening. âI donât want to ever have to find your body one day. So please, from now on, let me know before you do something stupid like this.â
His words hang in the air, raw and unfiltered. You nod, trying to process it all, and then something clicks in your mind. Wait⊠did he just say let him know?
âLet you know? Does this meanââ Your eyes widen as realization hits you. âDoes this mean I can go on solo missions?â
Constantine lets out a resigned sigh. âYes, yes, you can start going on solo missionsââ
âHell yeah!â you exclaim, sitting up a little too quickly. Pain shoots through your ribs, but you canât help the excitement bubbling inside you.
ââbut, only the ones I sanction and authorize,â Constantine finishes, cutting through your excitement with a stern look. You deflate a little at his words, but itâs still a victory in your book.
Without thinking, you throw your arms around him, ignoring the sharp pain it causes in your ribs. âOh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I wonât let you down!â
He chuckles, patting your back awkwardly before pulling away. âYeah, yeah, I know you wonât. Now, lay back down and get some rest. You still have dark and brooding to deal with.â He gestures toward the direction of the meeting room, clearly dreading the inevitable confrontation with Batman. âAnd by extension, I do too,â he adds with a heavy sigh.
You groan, sinking back into the cot, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. âI donât know why he even cares. If he did, he wouldâve figured this out ages ago.â
Constantine glances at you, his expression softening for a moment. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before speaking. âHe cares, kid. He just⊠doesnât always show it the way you want him to. Doesnât mean he doesnât feel it.â
You scoff, though part of you knows heâs right. âYeah, well, doesnât feel like it.â
Constantine stands, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it into a nearby ashtray. âDoesnât matter how it feels right now. The Batâs going to want answers, and if I know him, heâs going to want to have a very long talk with you. Youâre not out of the woods yet.â
You wince at the thought of the upcoming conversation, knowing that Batmanâs interrogation will be thorough and far less forgiving than Constantineâs.
âGreat,â you mutter, closing your eyes and sinking deeper into the cot. âJust what I need.â
Constantine gives you a small, almost affectionate smile before turning to leave. âGet some rest, kid. Youâve earned it. Iâll deal with the big bad Bat for now.â
And with that, he walks out, leaving you alone in the med bay. As much as youâre dreading whatâs to come, you canât help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the pain and the mistakes you made, you know that Constantineâs got your back. And, maybe, just maybe, Batman does too, even if itâs buried under a mountain of brooding and silence.
For now, though, you let the exhaustion pull you under, trusting that everything else can wait until tomorrow.
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As you rest, your body finally succumbing to the exhaustion, your breathing evens out and your mind drifts into sleep. The med bay is quiet, sterile, but the tension in the air lingers, waiting for the inevitable. Eventually, a dark, caped figure glides into the room silently, his form casting long shadows across the walls.
Batmanâno, Bruceâstands over you, his sharp eyes tracing every bruise, every cut that mars your face. His jaw clenches as a million thoughts swirl in his head, none of them offering any comfort.
What the hell happened to you? Why are you and Constantine so close? How did you even know Constantine? How much had he missedâhow little attention had he been payingâto not notice any of this?
Bruce sighs, a deep and frustrated sound. He removes his cowl, setting it on the side table with a weary hand. Without it, he seems less intimidating, less imposing. He stares down at you, seeing the cuts and bruises marking your skin, but what hits him harder is the way your face, in sleep, is still so achingly young. You're his daughter, and yet it feels like you're a stranger to him now.
How did you get so far away?
He knows the answer. The fault lies with him, with the choices he made, the excuses he repeated to himselfâtelling himself he was too busy, telling himself he would check in later. Later never came, though, and the space between you widened, until it wasn't just him you were drifting away from, but your brothers too.
Bruce noticed the way your brothers treated you, the harsh words, the cold shoulders. He saw the distance, but he justified it, telling himself it was sibling rivalry or something that would pass. He didn't step in. And now, as he looks at you lying there, bruised and battered from a fight he wasnât even aware of, the reality sinks in: he has no excuse.
With a heavy sigh, Bruce reaches out, his rough but careful hand carding gently through your hair. The gesture is tender, hesitant, as if he's not sure whether he has the right to touch you like this anymore. But as his fingers comb through your hair, you stir in your sleep, a quiet murmur escaping your lips as you unconsciously lean into his touch. It's such a sweet, innocent moment, and for a brief second, Bruce allows himself to feel the warmth of it.
But the moment is fleeting.
He feels the presence before he sees it, the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke filling the room. His jaw tightens as his hand stills. He doesnât turn right away, but his voice cuts through the silence.
âConstantine,â Bruce says, his tone gruff even without the cowl to disguise it.
Constantine steps into the room more fully, leaning against the wall, a half-smoked cigarette between his lips. He regards Bruce with that same nonchalance he carries everywhere, though there's a flicker of something else in his eyesâsomething more cautious.
"Thought youâd still be brooding over in the corner," Constantine says, taking a drag of his cigarette. His eyes drift to you, lying peacefully on the cot. âDidnât expect to see this version of you.â
Bruce doesnât respond right away. He pulls his hand back from your hair, his gaze hardening. "What happened?" The question is direct, but underneath it, Constantine can hear the concern, the frustration Bruce doesn't voice aloud.
"She went off on her own," Constantine mutters, taking another drag before blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Went after a demon. Got roughed up pretty bad, but she handled it in the end. Strong kid. Stubborn too. Wonder where she gets that from, eh?"
Bruce's eyes narrow. "And you let her?"
"Let her?" Constantine laughs, a short, sharp sound. "Mate, I didnât let her. She went behind my back, just like sheâs gone behind yours for who knows how long. Difference is, Iâm the one she actually came back to.â
That lands like a punch to Bruce's gut. He doesnât react visibly, but Constantine can see the tension in his posture.
"I didn't know she wasâŠ" Bruce starts, then stops, shaking his head. The words feel inadequate. "I didn't know she was involved with this stuff, i didn't even know she was a meta. Or that she knew you."
"Yeah, well, she found her way to me," Constantine says with a shrug, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall. âAnd she's not a meta by the way, she's a vessel for some eldritch being"
A vague expression of surprise appears on Bruce's face.
"I don't blame you, mate. I was surprised to find her alive afterwards. Not just anyone survives that kind of transformation, she's strong.â
Bruce crosses his arms, his gaze flickering between you and Constantine. âI know sheâs strong.â
âDo you?â Constantine raises an eyebrow, the challenge clear in his tone. âBecause sheâs been running herself ragged trying to prove it. To you. To herself. And, hell, maybe to me too, but at least I see it.â
Thereâs silence for a moment. Bruce clenches his jaw, turning to look at you again, sleeping soundly despite the tension in the room. He knew Constantine was right. You'd been pushing yourself, fighting to show that you didnât need themâthat you were strong enough on your own. And he had let you. He'd let you because he didn't even care to notice.
Constantine sighs, sensing the weight of the silence. âLook, I didnât come here to throw stones. But youâve got to get your shit together with her. Sheâs tough, but sheâs still a kid, and sheâs your kid. She needs you.â
Bruce doesnât answer, but his silence speaks volumes. He watches you, the soft rise and fall of your chest, and feels the regret gnawing at him.
âIâll handle it,â Bruce finally says, though the words feel hollow.
Constantine gives him a long look, then nods. âYou better. Because if you donât, sheâll be right back with me..â
With that, Constantine pushes off the wall, flicking away the last of his cigarette. âIâll check in on her later. Try not to fuck this up, mate.â And with one last glance at you, Constantine leaves, the tension in the room ebbing with him.
Bruce remains, standing over you, his mind a whirlwind of regret, guilt, and the desire to fix whatâs been broken for far too long. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your foreheadâsomething he hasnât done in what feels like yearsâbefore stepping back, pulling the chair beside your bed to sit vigil over you.
Heâs still not sure how to bridge the gap, but for now, he stays. Itâs a start.
Well, thats all folks! I really enjoyed writing this au, so thanks for the idea! Maybe ill even make a pt. 2 to this? Who knows? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.
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A tik tok edit of two best friends coaxes out admissions of feelings (and orgasms)
Paige Bueckers x reader
word count: 3.2k
themes: mutual pining (LOML), friends to lovers, smut!!
warnings: i like using the word âfuckâ, 18+
Thanks for the love on my first post! This is my first attempt at writing smut, so bear with me. I have a few more ideas if y'all are interested!
Despite not being on the uconnâs women's basketball team, or having any shred of athletic ability, you had befriended Paige Bueckers, and her teammates, as an extension, had adopted you with open arms. So you weren't out of place sitting in the apartment of Paige and several of her teammates while she was in class.
âOh fuck, shit, shit, shit,â you hear KK Arnold swear over on the couch across from where you were sitting, attempting to get some homework done.
A sensual R&B song plays from her phone several times, as her eyes nearly pop out of her head while she watches.
You look up, mildly annoyed at the noise, but you were used to KKâs antics and her overdramatics.Â
âWhat the hell is the issue?â you ask.
âUmmâŠnothing,â she drawls. âBe right back, girly pop. Donât move.â She runs into Azziâs room, where Azzi and Caroline were attempting to also be productive.Â
That was damn near impossible when KK was around.
Your interest peaks as you hear the same music play from KKâs phone again several times over and the giggles and gasps of the three girls fill the bedroom.Â
âPaige is gonna flip if she sees this,â Azzi says matter-of-factly, as you strain to hear the full conversation.
âWhat would make Paige flip?â you wonder.Â
âI gotta show this to Ice!â You hear KK exclaim a little too loudly, causing the other two girls to shush her.Â
KK runs back into the main living space of the apartment where you were sitting. She picks up her stuff with a shit-eating grin before waving to you and rushing out the door.
She was so fucking weird.
Giving up on the essay you were supposed to be finishing, you toss your laptop down and head into the bedroom where Caroline and Azzi are heatedly whispering. They stop as soon as your footsteps near the door.Â
Why were they acting so suspicious?
âLadies, would you mind telling me what the actual fuck just happened?â you ask sarcastically. Being out of the loop was not fun.
âOh you know, just KK being KK,â Azzi said, brushing it off. âNothing that concerns you really.â
âBut it concerns Paige?â you prod, trying to get any information out of her. Being around Azzi for years at this point, you had grown to learn her weak spots.Â
Your eyes narrow, and you stare her down in a way you could only hope was somewhat threatening.Â
âIf it concerns Paige I wanna know. Weâre best friends, câmon please,â you whine. âIs it another one of those thirsty edits?âÂ
Azzi shakes her head and makes a zip of the lip motion.Â
You roll your eyes at her childish behavior and look over to Caroline expectantly. She just shrugs. They were no help at all.
âFine!â You say with a tone of indignation. âI'll find that stupid tik tok myself and see what all the fuss is about.â You spin on your heels and walk out of the room with sheer determination. You miss the smirk Azzi and Caroline share once your back is turned.Â
You were so fucked.
You type âPaige Bueckersâ into the tik tok search bar and begin to scroll with the volume up to identify the same sound blasting out of KKâs phone just a minute ago.Â
Your head gets a little fuzzy as your vision is assaulted with video upon video of Paige. You were used to calming the jump of your heart when you were around her, but the hedonistic edits made you want to scream. Each edit you came to had clips of her flexing, grinning, and sticking her tongue out in a way that made you want to rub your thighs together. They were paired with lascivious lyrics that caused you to nearly let out a whine.Â
You had been avoiding tik tok recently for this exact reason. Trying to act normal around Paige all the time was difficult enough. You did not need a ridiculous app to fuel the fantasies that threatened to creep into your mind at every waking moment.
At least your screen time was way down.
Your scrolling quickly stopped as you felt your heart quite literally stop. It was you. In all its glory, with a staggering amount of likes, comments, and views, was what looked to be an edit of you and Paige.
What the fuck?
Your hands shaking, you clicked onto it, hearing the same song as earlier. This was the one the girls were freaking out about.Â
âAzzi, Caroline, get your asses out here,â you yell, trying to conceal your panic.
They slowly strolled out of the room looking worried.Â
âI see you found it,â Azzi said with a laugh. âSo what do you think now that youâve seen it?âÂ
Both girls tried to gauge your reaction, but you were more concerned about the fact that Azzi had said earlier that Paige would be pissed about it.
You shrug. You had to choose your words carefully. âWell there are edits of you and Paige together,â you reason. âLots of people think you two are in some secret relationship, and P has never minded. Why would this be any different?âÂ
âEveryone knows that you and Paige have a special friendship,â Caroline alludes. It goes right over your head.
âWell if she is bothered by this then we are not as close as I thought,â you say quietly, still watching the tik tok, as it plays again. You wanted this edit burned into your retinas.Â
Occasionally you allowed yourself to feel a tiny sliver of hope that you and Paige could ever be anything more than friends. Everytime she gave you a late night cuddle or placed a hand around your waist, as if it naturally belonged there, made you long for more. You knew better than to feel hopeful though. This stupid edit did nothing to quell the burning need for the tall blonde.
Throwing your phone down, you look up at the two basketball players with a look of indifference youâve learned to master. âIt doesnât even matter,â you whisper dejectedly.
âCâmon, we all know how you actually feel about Paige. Sheâs the only one dense enough not to see how crazy you are for her,â Azzi soothes. âMaybe it's time to be honest with her. You never know what sheâs feeling until you talk to her.â
You laugh. Fuck that. Feelings are meant to be kept inside until you die or they go away.Â
Youâre hoping the latter will come sooner rather than later, but you doubt you'll get that lucky.
âI don't think so,â you scoff. âI need to go before Paige gets back.âÂ
You leave despite the protests of the two girls, and you make a plan to hide from Paige for the next few days. You knew it was only a matter of time before Ice and KK went running to Paige to show her the edit.Â
45 fucking minutes. That was how long it took before your door was being bombarded by Paige and her delightfully rambunctious children, Ice and KK. You swore under your breath as you quickly weighed your options. Option 1 was simple: pretend you were gone, although the smell of your microwave popcorn could have easily given you away. Option 2 was the grown up thing to do: open the door and have a conversation like an adult. Option 3 was straight up crazy: jump out of the window and run for the damn hills. You glanced at the open window of your bedroom before shaking your head. You needed to stop watching too much television.Â
Option 1 was it. Fuck being an adult.
You stood next to the door, waiting for the three girls to give up, but they refused to leave.
âI know youâre in there, câmon let me just talk to you,â said Paige through the door. âKK and Ice can leave.â
You hesitate, but still reach for the knob of the door.Â
âPlease?â Paige asks again, causing you to let out a sigh of defeat and turn the lock so she can come in.Â
âAre you pissed?â Paige questions, somewhat harshly, as she walks through your door.
You give her a look of confusion.Â
âOf course not!â you exclaim. âI thought you might be, though. I heard Azzi tell KK and Caroline earlier that you would flip if you saw it. I was just worried it would make you feel uncomfortable, and then our friendship would feel awkward, and I-â you ramble, trying to make some sense of what you were feeling.
Paige cuts you off with a wave of her hand. âYou could never make me feel uncomfortable. I was worried it made you uncomfortable. I wanted to come check on you as soon as KK showed it to me,â she replied gently. âMe and Azzi, weâre used to the rumors, but I wasnât sure how youâd feel about people thinking weâre, ya know, in love.â She whispers the last two words as if it was some big secret.
You let out a shaky laugh. âIt means nothing to me. That would be ridiculous anyway,â you lie smoothly. Burying your feelings for Paige was an artform for you now.Â
A quick shadow of something that was hard to read flickered over Paigeâs face. You chose to ignore it. âItâs easier that way, less messy and complicated,â you thought sadly. Little did you know, things would get even messier and more complicated.Â
Two days later you were sitting in class when you hear the same fucking R&B song playing from your classmates phone. You look over at her, meeting her eyes. She smirks and slides closer to you.Â
âSo you and Paige Bueckers, huh?â she says curiously, almost like a taunt. âIâd imagine sheâs incredible in bed.â
Her hypothesis startles you.
Who the fuck says that to someone they barely know? You feel your pulse rise in anger, wanting to defend your friend. You feel hot with jealousy. Anyone thinking about your Paigey in a sexual manner made your blood boil. In your mind, she was only yours.
You decided it would be fun to play into it. You lean closer to the gossipy bitch, and with a whisper you say, âyou have no idea the things she does to me. Fuckk, I mean, weâve all seen the edits. Her tongue is always out.â The obnoxious brunette to your left looks shocked, and she rolls her chair further away from you.Â
With a satisfied smirk, you try to calm the pounding of your heart. âWhat the fuck did I just do,â you thought. Rule number 1 of being Paigeâs friend and only her friend was to avoid thinking of her in the way you really want to. That means no fantasizing, no tik tok edits, and absolutely no talking about having sex with her.
You lay your head onto the desk. What an idiot you were.
As the class comes to a close, you escape quickly to avoid any awkward looks from other people on campus. The last few days have left you feeling unsettled as the edit of you and Paige reached ridiculous levels of popularity. Everyone was now thinking you were somehow involved. You hated how much you wished that to be true.
You had promised Paige that you would hang out once you were finished with your class, trying to keep a semblance of normalcy to your friendship. You rolled into her apartment anxiously, calling out for her. Paige pokes her head out of her bedroom, waving you in with an equally anxious smile.
This worries you. Paige was always the grounded one of the pair of you. Her nervous demeanor makes you think something is wrong. You take a deep breath before sitting opposite her on her bed. It smelled like the lotion she always wears, and you subconsciously inhale a bit longer than normal.
Fuck she smells so good.
Paige stares at you for a few seconds, making you feel hot under her gaze. Those eyes piercing into your soul made you want to scream her name until the neighbors could hear. She takes a breath. âSo basically everyone thinks weâre in love,â she deadpans. Her nonchalance makes you squirm. How the hell does she feel about being uconnâs newest gossip train? It's hard to tell.
âYeah, I kind of figured when I was just asked in class about how you are in bed,â you mutter, blushing at the confession.
Paige looks vaguely surprised at first, before replacing the look with a smirk. âWhatâd you tell âem?â she questions.
With a sudden surge of confidence that you typically only get from ample amounts of alcohol, you reply, âI told her that all those edits of you with your tongue sticking out could only mean one thing.â
Paige grins cheekily. âYouâre not wrong. I am great with my tongue. Maybe one day I can show you.â
You think your heart had never beat this fast in your entire fucking life. You were still feeling particularly bold, so you murmur, âIâm free now?â There was no way Paige was going to agree to that, so you get up to leave, before you feel her hand grab yours, pulling you back into her.
âDonât fucking play with me right now,â Paige demands. âDo you actually want this? Do you want me?âÂ
You nod your head embarrassingly fast. You felt like an overexcited puppy. âP, Iâve wanted this since the first time I saw you.â
âGood,â the blonde replies. âMe too. Now let me show you all of my little tongue tricks.â
Paige grabs your jaw with one hand, placing the other around your throat to keep you right where she wanted you. Your lips meet finally, and everything around you fades into nothingness.Â
Oh my God, she tastes so good. Paige presses hot, open-mouth kisses down your throat, sending shivers through your whole body and right down between your legs.
âNeed you naked for me, babe,â hums Paige. âFor her you would fight a war,â you thought, as you stripped your sweatshirt off, revealing the pretty pink lace of your bralette.
You mentally high five yourself for your underwear choices this morning. Showing up in your granny panties wouldâve been terrible.
Paige helps you out of your jeans and starts placing tantalizing kisses over your inner thighs and stomach. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you already, making you feel slick with the anticipation of what was to come.
Paige notices the wet spot on your panties, grinning as she lightly blows air over your clothed pussy. You arch your back wantonly, needing more-so much more.Â
âPlease, Paigey,â you whine in a way that gives Paige a big head. âNeed you so bad.â
âUse your words, baby. What do you need?â she coaxes, still alternating between kissing your inner thighs and swirling her fingers against your clothed clit.Â
âPlease just touch me, Iâll do anything for you,â you moan brokenly. You could feel yourself start to slip into some sort of subspace. At this point, youâd do anything just to get some more stimulation.
âSo polite, arenât you, babe? Iâm gonna take good care of you,â Paige promises before ripping your soaked panties off in one quick motion.
For the first time, you were splayed out naked in front of your best friend, with her having all the power in the world over you. Before you could begin to feel insecure under her piercing gaze, Paige swirled two long fingers into your sopping pussy, admiring how easily turned on you got for her. She brought them up to her mouth, sucking them in and moaning about how good you tasted.Â
âYou taste as sweet as Iâve been imagining for years,â she whispers. âHave a taste.â She brings the same two fingers up to your mouth and drags them across your swollen lips.
You lick your lips and groan at the taste of your own arousal, wiggling around on the bed and humping the air to get any sort of pleasure. Paige presses your hips flush against the mattress, keeping you from moving. She was yours to control as she wished. Finally, she brought her mouth down to your burning heat, starting with a long and slow lick up your pussy. It felt so good you could cry.
âMore, P, need more,â you cry. She was being a fucking tease, and you could feel yourself go crazy as she ate you out slowly, as if she was eating her last meal on earth.
She granted you some reprieve as she entered a finger and then another into you, slowly stretching you out with scissoring motions.Â
âSo wet for me, arenât you my pretty baby,â she gloats, and you try to avoid rolling your eyes back into your head in pleasure. Her fingers pick up a cruel and punishing pace, targeting your g-spot as if it had her name written on it.
She fucking owned you.
Paige, still finger fucking you, presses kisses up your belly, onto your tits, before meeting you in another searing kiss. You want to sob at the sheer pleasure. It was overwhelming; the heat of your best friendâs body pressed flush against you, the moans ricocheting off the walls, and the tightening in your lower belly that threatened to spill everywhere.
âFuckkk, Paigey, I-iâm gonna cum,â you moan breathlessly. âPlease, please let me cum, please I need you,â you whine in an incoherent babble of pleasure.Â
âCum for me, baby, Iâve got you,â Paige pants out, riding the highs of dominating you and ensuring the unceasing assault of your g-spot.
With a guttural moan and a string of words that would make a sailor blush, you ride out your high. Paigeâs fingers slow as you pant, coming back to reality. She watches your chest rise and fall a few seconds before removing her fingers from your fucked out pussy and licking them clean.
âYou did so good for me,â she praises, causing you to squirm, activating your praise kink once again.
âThank you,â you whisper. âThis isnât going to make things weird now, is it?â you question anxiously. That was the last thing you wanted to happen.
ââCourse not,â promised Paige, linking her pinky finger with yours. âIâm planninâ on wifing you up now.â
You giggle as the last bits of awkwardness fall away, feeling blissfully fucked out. âWhat about you, though?â you ask. You wanted to make Paige feel as good as she made you.
âWeâve got all the time in the world, baby,â she replies. âYou look like youâre about five seconds away from fallinâ asleep.â
You smile sleepily at her. She knew you a little too well.
 âI should send a thank you card to whoever made that edit of us,â you murmured against Paigeâs chest, making her laugh.
âAnd I'm definitely getting rid of all three of my vibrators,â you announce, causing Paige to grin proudly.
Paige was unquestionably okay with that.
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SNSD Village
Season 1 Episode 1 :
Pilot
(Tiffany Hwang X Male Reader)
You drop your bag in the green chair, before sitting down on the white couch.
âSorry Iâm late, Jisoo. Ms. Park wouldnât let us go.â
Jisoo looks up from her laptop.
âHey, Iâm just glad youâre helping me out.â
She gives you a thankful smile.
âDonât mention it. How much have you written so far?â
You slowly settle in as you take your keys out of the back pocket of your jeans and place them on the table.
Your phone joins them. Itâs a hot summer day and the screen has some of your sweat on it. But the cool air of the small cafe turns the outside heat into a distant memory.
âNot very far, to be honest.â
Jisoo sighs, before sliding the laptop over the wooden surface.
âSince they're looking for someone who has experience in their field, I mentioned that Iâm currently working here.â
You nod your head in agreement as you start reading her job application.
âYou could also mention youâre looking after my little sister.â
As you start writing, Jisoo interrupts.
âBut that doesnât have much to do with this receptionist job.â
You look to your left.
âWhy not? Itâs a way of saying, you can handle difficult people.â
âOh, please.â
She playfully hits your shoulder.
âSeri isnât difficult.â
âOh, trust me. She is.â
âShe is four. Plus, Mrs. Seo would kill us both, if she heard how I let you speak about her daughter.â
âYouâre right. Mom would kill us.â
You both share a laugh in agreement.
At that moment, your phone lights up. You check who texted you before the screen turns dark again. Your friend, Seogun. Something about a video.
âArenât you going to answer?â
You put your phone back into your pocket.
âLetâs finish this first.â
Jisoo smiles at you as she pulls the laptop back in front of herself.
âI really appreciate this.â
Just as you are about to touch up Jisooâs resume, you hear a familiar voice.
âHi there, young man. How was school today?â
âHello, Mrs. Kwon:â
Your lips return the genuine smile the owner of the cafe shoots your way.
âIt was alright. Ms. Parkâs class sucked. As always. Especially when she found out that a lot of people didnât do their homework. Eunha should start writing stuff down. She always forgets we have homework.â
âOh, yes. Ms. Park was never my daughterâs favorite teacher either. Poor Eunha though. Her mother is always putting so much pressure on her. But she will grow up eventually.âÂ
Mrs. Kwon is right. Your classmate Eunha is a good student. Itâs just that she is also quite clumsy and forgetful.
She sends another smile your way. Only now do you notice that she is holding two bowls of ice cream.
âEnjoy yourselves. Itâs on the house.â
She places them in front of the two of you.
âThank you, Mrs. Kwon.â
You and Jisoo say in union, which makes the older womanâs smile grow bigger.
âIâm sad to see you leave, Jisoo. I really enjoyed having you here.â
"I liked working here a lot.â
âYou know, Eunbi is currently doing her gap year. Maybe she can help you find something new?â
âI appreciate your help, Mrs. Kwon. It means a lot to me.â
The older woman waves it off.
âDonât mention it.â
You see someone at the table outside raising her arm, signaling her that she is ready to order.
âEat up.â
Ms. Kwon motions towards the sundaes, before walking outside. Jisoo is eating hers as you feel the vibration of your phone inside your pocket. Now you do check what Seogun sent you. You quickly put the phone back into your pocket.
âI-Iâm gonna be back in a minute.â
âSure.â
The message fills you with excitement. You knew it. You knew she had one.
You lock the door behind you, after entering the small restroom. You sit down on the lid of the closed toilet. The turquoise fabric of the cushion on the lid matches the interior of the cafe. Pulling out your phone, you quickly open your chat with Seogun again.
Dude I found her!!!
Check this out
she is so fucking hot, cant belive it
her links
onlyfans.com/tiffany
insta: your_tiffany
After making sure the volume of your phone is on the lowest setting, you press play on the video he sent you. As the buffering cycle appears, you check out the title. âTrying out my new toy. Enjoy!â
When the video starts playing, you canât believe your eyes. Itâs actually Ms. Hwang. You recognize her surroundings instantly. The beach. That spot is barely five minutes away from the cafe.Â
âHi there, cutie.â
You focus on Ms. Hwang, who is kneeling on a large blanket. Her short pants and her top look so sexy on her. You saw her wear this outfit once or twice before. Just looking at her like this makes you unbutton your jeans. As Ms Hwang waves into the camera, your pants are already sliding down your legs.
âThis is a thank you to the person who sent me this.â
You watch her reach behind herself. Her hand reappears, holding a big dildo. You canât tell how long it is exactly. The bottom is flat, so your classmateâs mother is able to place it on the towel.
âLetâs see what this bad boy does to me.â
With a flirtatious smile, she starts to strip. Your eyes are glued to your screen as Ms. Hwang's top lands on the towel. She was wearing nothing underneath. You canât believe youâre seeing Yejiâs mother topless; she would die of embarrassment if she knew.
You start to rub your cock over your boxers as you watch her playing with her breasts. They are slightly smaller than you thought they would be. Trying to take in every detail, you watch how one of her hands slowly glides over her tummy. You start to take your boxers off as Ms.Hwang rubs herself over her shorts. The erotic hum she produces gives you goosebumps. Youâve watched porn before. You even had a girlfriend. But this is different. She is someone you know. You even saw her yesterday. You said hello. And there she is. On her knees. Slowly taking off her denim shorts.
By now, your boxers have joined your jeans around Ăœour ankles. You slowly stroke yourself to your classmateâs mother stripping. Youâve fantasized about her more than just once. It happened more frequently, after you picked up a small part of Ms. Imâs conversation with her. It made you and your friend look for exactly this.
Once Ms. Hwang's Shorts are off, your eyes wander up her full thighs. Her smooth skin almost seems to glow in the light of the rising sun. Your eyes finally reach her core. You take in her beautiful pussy, which is slightly glistening with arousal. You remember how your ex girlfriend looked when she was naked. This is something different. Ms. Hwang looks sexier, more mature.
âIâm so wet already.â
She gives the camera a mischievous smile as she lets her fingers run along her folds. Your classmateâs mother reaches for the plastic dildo next to her.
âThank you so much for this.â
She gives you a wink. You watch how two of her fingers, which were running along her folds, are now slipping inside of her. Ms. Hwang closes her eyes. As she slowly fingers herself, she starts to stroke the dildo. Unconsciously you match her pace and rhythm. It almost seems like she is actually working your cock. It feels better than usual. More real.Â
When Yejiâs mother lifts the dildo off the towel, you can only stare. Her lips close around the pink tip. You stroke yourself faster as her cheeks hollow. Ms. Hwang starts to actually suck the pink dildo, which barely fits into her mouth. She keeps fingering herself at the same time, her hips slightly bucking towards her hand.Â
âIâve been so horny since I got this.â
She just pulled the plastic out of her mouth. A smile on her face.
âYou guys know how much I like a nice cock.â
Ms. Hwang places the dildo right in front of herself, her fingers slipping out of her pussy. You see them glistening with her juices.
You watch her raise her hips as she sends another seductive look in the direction of the camera. The tip of the dildo parts her pussy lips as she moves forward a little. Yejiâs mother bites her lip. You feel a familiar feeling rising in your stomach. You imagine that you are there on the beach. With Ms. Hwang. You stroke yourself faster, envisioning that youâre lying underneath her. That itâs your tip that penetrates her pussy. That itâs your cock she slowly impales herself on.
Your breathing becomes faster as youâre just about to climax. You watch Ms.Hwang slowly moving up and down. Her pussy lips glide along the shaft. Her moans make you groan. Your toes curl. Another moan from her. Another groan from you.Â
âWhen are you gonna be back?â
You ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
âI donât know. An hour?"
 âAlright. Drive safe.â
Jisoo smiles back at you, before getting into her car. Well, not her car. More like your motherâs companyâs car. If Jisoo had enough money to buy herself a car, she wouldnât need to take care of your sister.
You watch her drive off. As soon as she is out of sight, you start running. 60 minutes. That should be more than enough. An evil smile appears on your face as you jump over the small white fence of your motherâs garden. It barely reaches your knee. You are going to make Yeji pay. The two of you have been at each other's throats since you both can remember. But today, you will finally come out on top.
You quickly unlock the terrace door. Run through the big living room. Speed up the stairs. Barge into your room. Let your bag fall on the ground next to the door and quickly sit down on your chair.
You open your phone again. You open your and Seogunâs chat. After a glance at the thumbnail of the video you watched earlier, you click on the first link. Ms.Hwangâs Onlyfans page appears. You quickly scroll through her profile.
Hi, sweetie! Subscribe now and get 10% off! I will send you a sexy welcome pic!
That video alone would make you win your fight over Yeji. And with that promised picture, Yeji would probably never dare to speak up against you ever again. Your thumb hovers over the blue subscribe button. Just when youâre about to hit it, you remember that your mom sometimes checks your bank account. She caught you buying alcohol before, despite not being 21 yet. She almost killed you. If she finds out you are paying someone for porn⊠Especially someone you and her both personally knowâŠA shiver runs down your spine. No. You canât risk it. This isnât worth it. Your mother can be scary as hell.
You get off Ms. Hwang's Onlyfans page and click on her Instagram link. Her Instagram Bio is the same as the one on her Onlyfans. You quickly skim through her reels and select a random one. It starts with Ms. Hwang gasping, her mouth wide open as she pretends to look down.
âOh my gosh! You're huge!â
You start rubbing your cock through your jeans. You canât help it. Yejiâs mom is just so fucking hot.
âYou didnât tell me you are this big.â
Ms. Hwang bites her lip, while smiling into the camera.
âIâm not sure itâs gonna fit.â
âFuck it.â
You curse, stripping yourself off your pants and underwear. As you keep scrolling through all her recent reels, you stroke your cock. Every reel makes Ms. Hwang look like a slut. In one, she pretends to pick something up while bending over. You can clearly see under her skirt. In another one, she has tight yoga pants on. You donât even pay attention to what she is saying, your eyes are glued to her cameltoe.
A couple of minutes later, you are fully dressed again. You canât believe you just came twice within two hours to videos of Yejiâs mother. Having just watched most of her recent reels, you now check out some of her pictures. You do recognize some of those outfits, but others are new to you.
Scrolling back to the top of her page, your eyes get caught up on one of her most recent pics. Ms. Hwang is kneeling on the floor, only wearing a set of blue lingerie. Your heart beats faster when you read the caption.
Looking for someone near my place to shoot some content with. Send me a DM if youâre down for some fun.
You hesitate after reading it a couple of times. It sounds too good to be true. It could very well be a scam, so she can tempt more people to subscribe to her Onlyfans. Would it be worth a shot? Why not? You donât have anything to lose. You click on the message button. What to write her though? You canât tell her itâs you. She would probably say no immediately. That thought makes you realize that youâre using your personal account.
You quickly make a new one and search for Ms. Hwang again. Now that youâre all set, the opener continues to be a major problem. You canât just say hi, can you? You have to be smart about this. Do you want to be funny? Do you just text her that you saw her invite to shoot some content? What do you call her even?Â
After a couple of minutes, you finally decide on a simple text.

You stare at the screen for a while. You are nervous. Excited. But when Ms. Hwang doesnât text back immediately, you lean back in your chair. What did you expect? The chance of her actually responding is very slim. She wouldnât text you back within a couple of minutes.
You dry yourself off with a towel. Itâs 11 pm now. Throughout the entirety of your workout, you kept thinking about Ms. Hwang. The chance to actually sleep with her. To record it. Show it to Yeji. It was wishful thinking, but still...
Taking your gym bag out of your locker, you start to get dressed. You usually jog home from the gym, since it only takes thirty minutes and itâs a great way to build up your stamina. But itâs already late and your mom offered to pick you up on her way home. She seems to always be at the company, since your dad died. Is it just because of the huge amount of work, or is it her way to cope with the loss of your father?
After stepping out of the gym, you lean against the outer wall, waiting for her to arrive. You havenât been working out for a long time yet. You always liked gym class, but you never bothered with actually trying to improve your physique. But you havenât gotten over your ex-girlfriend yet. As much as you hate to admit it, she might have been the one. Trying to get your mind off her, you started working out about three weeks ago.
After taking your phone out of your black sweatpants, you see a message from your mother.
Grabbed something to eat for the two of us. I will be there in 10.
You quickly skim through your classâs Discord. Someone mentioned something about a party this weekend. As you scroll through the messages, you see that itâs Eunha, who invited everyone. Seems like her mom is out of town over the weekend. As you take your earbuds out of your pocket, your phone vibrates.
You almost let it fall. She actually replied! With shaky fingers, you quickly open Instagram and there your messages.

âYes! Yes! Yes!"
Your shout bounces off the wall of the gym you were leaning on.
This is unbelievable. Itâs your chance. Your chance to-
You pause, already halfway done with your response. No. You canât message her back immediately. Maybe wait a couple of minutes. But then, your eyes catch the green circle next to her profile. Fuck. She knows youâre online too. Now you have to respond. Something cool. As if you werenât waiting for her reply for hours.
Seems to be your lucky day. I live close by.
You read it a couple of times, before sending it. You know it sounds a little overconfident, but maybe it works. Ms. Hwang probably got hundreds of messages, so why not try and leave an impression?
Fantastic
Two questions
Are you fine with your body being filmed?
How big are you? You know what I mean
The wink emoji at the end makes a shiver run down your spine. Youâre almost there. So close to finally having sex with a woman, who has been your âinspirationâ more often than you can count.
Iâm cool with that
Why donât we make that a surprise?
You take a deep breath before you send it. She might take it the wrong way. But hopefully, this gets you through the door.
I do like surprisesâŠ
But I do need to know a general direction
Send a pic?
You rub your teeth over your lower lip as you think. Youâve never taken a picture like this one before. Because no one ever asked you to send you one. But Ms. Hwang just did! Youâre just about to go back inside, when you see a pair of lights illuminate the parking lot. Your mom is here.
Iâm in public right now
Iâll get you one once Iâm home
I might need some inspiration to show you what Iâve got
Your wink emoji makes you shake your head. For someone else, this conversation might look borderline weird. But the tingle inside your stomach doesnât subside, even when your momâs car stops right in front of you.
âHi, sweetie.â
"Hey, mom.â
You smile at her, before getting inside and fastening your seatbelt.Â
âHow was your day?â
âOh, you know. A lot of work, as always. How was school?â
âSchool is school.â
Your reply makes her chuckle as she gets back on the road.
âDid Ms. Park torture your class again?â
âYou know how she is, mom.â
You sigh, getting comfortable in the warm car. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. But youâre too scared to check. What if Ms. Hwang actually sent you something?
âWhat did you get by the way?â
âChicken.â
She points behind herself, eyes still focused on the dark road ahead. You look at the backseat behind her, a grin on your face.
âYou're great, mom.â
You take two stairs at once, after you enter the house.
âBe quick, Iâm hungry.â
âJust five minutes!â
You close your door.
Your gym bag joins your bag for school on the ground. Opening your phone, you immediately see that Ms. Hwang sent you a picture.
âThis actually worked?â
You sit down in your chair again as you open your chat with her.
âOh fuck.â
You canât hide your pleasant surprise.Â
Ms. Hwang, sent you a hot selfie. Her white top is bunched up above her breasts, no bra in sight. She smiles at the camera, at you, as she winks.
You might not even need five minutes. Your sweatpants and boxers are gone within seconds. As you start to stroke yourself, you take in Ms. Hwangâs surroundings. You recognize her open kitchen in the background. Youâve been to her house before, together with one of your closer friends. Your eyes narrow as you spot someone standing in the kitchen. Her face is turned away from the camera, but you recognize her immediately. You see her in class everyday.
The thought of Ms. Hwang sending you a selfie of herself almost half naked, really makes you hard. You are so focused on her tits, you almost forget why she sent you the picture in the first place.Â
You have to force yourself to stop. Getting off the chair, you sit down on the edge of your bed, facing the mirror. You take a couple of pictures of yourself, while making sure your head isnât in the frame.
After taking a sip of your cold water, you glance at the TV. Youâre sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter, while your mom is watching a drama. Her long elegant dress got replaced by a pair of shorts and a white tank top, while you were busy upstairs.Â
âYou donât want to watch this with me?â
âNo thanks, mom. Not into romance stuff.â
You take a bite of your chicken, while you hear her laugh.
âTrust me. One day youâll like it. Youâre not old enough to appreciate this yet.â
âSure mom.â
Your phone vibrates again. You were afraid that the picture was bad. Or worse, that Ms. Hwang didnât like what she saw. You quickly check what she sent you.
Look how wet you made me
The picture she sent along with the text almost makes you drop your phone. It's a close up shot of her pussy. Two of her fingers spread her lips apart, revealing the lower part of her clit, while showing off how wet she is. Her glistening folds instantly make you hard. You can see the inner part of her walls. The pink flesh drenched in her arousal.
What are you supposed to say now? You canât just ask, when she wants you to come over. You need to keep this conversation going. Maybe you havenât convinced her fully yet.
You chug down the rest of your water, before focusing on what to text her next.Â
Youâre dripping Tiffany
I want to know what you taste like
It feels unfamiliar to you to address her with her first name. You always call her Ms. Hwang. But itâd be weird to call her that now.
And I canât wait to feel your tongue
I need you to eat my pussy so bad right now
âWhat are you up to, oppa?â
âNothing important.â
You quickly turn off your phone, before you look up.
One of your classmates is looking down on you, while you sit in your seat.
âDid you catch what Ms. Kim just gave us for homework?â
âEunhaâŠâ
You sigh, still very aware that she almost caught you. Youâve been texting with Ms. Hwang - sorry, Tiffany - for two days now. Eunha just interrupted you, while you were about to reply to one of her messages.
âOh, please. I didnât pay attention.â
âThatâs not news to me.â
Before you can react, Eunha has already straddled your lap.
âWhat-?â
You instinctively take a hold of her thighs. You feel how full and smooth they are. And you realize your fingers are partially underneath her skirt.
"Please? Iâm begging you.â
Eunha does her best to look cute. She always does. Thatâs her charm. And thatâs also why she gets away with pretty much everything.
You hesitate for a moment. Eunha needs to learn it the hard way at some point. But you canât resist her either. Those cute cheeks, her lips which are pouting at you, her dark eyes pleading you to tell her.
âWeâre supposed to write a two page essay about the Roman gods.â
Ms. Kim is your history teacher. And currently she is focusing on ancient societies to show the evolution of human society and democracy.
âIs there any wayâŠ?â
âNo, Eunha. Iâm not gonna write it for you.â
âThatâs not what I was gonna ask.â
She pouts at you again. Youâre still very aware that she is sitting in your lap. And that youâre holding her thighs. But most of the class is outside during this nice warm weather. Plus, Eunha is known to be almost a little too comfortable with skinship. No matter with whom.
âI was gonna ask, if you could⊠you know⊠read through it before Wednesday?â
At least she remembers that Ms. Kim likes to randomly collect some studentâs homework.
âYeah, yeah, sure.â
âThanks, oppa!â
Eunha suddenly kisses your cheek and jumps off your lap. Only now do you realize how short her skirt actually is. You can almost see a hint of her ass. Itâs probably not compliant with the school dress code, but thatâs not unusual. All the kids at school have decently rich parents. They couldnât care less about the schoolâs rules.
Itâs embarrassing to say, but you canât keep your eyes off Eunhaâs thighs. Until you hear someone from behind you.
âOppa.â
You turn around to see one of your closest friends standing behind your seat.
âYes, Minju?â
The girl pouts at you and you couldâve sworn you see a glint of anger in her eyes. But they soften, once they focus back on you. Who was she looking at?
âWould youâŠWould you mind, if we write the essay together? Youâre the best at history. Well, except for her.â
Minju nods towards the older girl, who is sitting in the front row.
âItâs also the only subject Iâm good at.â
âYou are not doing that bad.â
âThen where are my good grades?â
âI can help you. If you help me. Please?â
âOk, Minju. What aboutâŠ..Sunday?â
âSunday sounds great.â
Minju gives you a bright smile.
You check your phone once she has walked away. After finishing your reply, you finally send it.

Looking up from your phone, you see Yeji enter the classroom. She and Minju seem to be talking about something funny. As always, your anger starts to build up, whenever you see her. If only sheâd know. If only Yeji knew what youâre planning on doing on Saturday. How you talked to her mother. Yeji would probably kill you. But thatâs exactly what you want. Yeji has been annoying you for far too long. And you will finish this war between the two of you. Once and for all.
At exactly that moment, Yeji turns in your direction. She rolls her eyes and gives you a weird grimace. Like she always does, when your eyes meet. You groan in annoyance. SoonâŠ
You picked this time, because you know that Yeji and Minju are downtown for most of the day. Minju said something about going shopping and trying out a new restaurant. After hesitating for a moment, you press the doorbell. You hear it ring. You step from one foot on the other, while you wait for her. Youâre nervous. You know her. Youâve known her for years. Youâve dreamed about-
The door opens. Tiffany stands in front of you.
You are able to witness the different emotions that wash through her as she looks at you. First, itâs more of a seductive smile, then surprise, confusion, realization and finally shock. Her mouth is opened as if she is about to scream.
âW-What are you doing here?â
âYou were looking for someone to shoot content with.â
You try to stay relaxed as if this is completely normal. Tiffany could still send you away. You doubt she would tell your mother, but it'd be awkward between you and Tiffany nonetheless.
âH-How do you even-How do you even know, I have-?â
Her shocked face turns into a worried one as the volume of her voice rises.
âI found your Instagram by accident.â
Tiffany is about to answer, when you hear a car drive past behind you.
âGo inside, before anyoneâŠâ
She sighs and you slip past her.
Once Tiffany has closed the door behind you, she gives you an angry glare.
âWhat do you think youâre doing? Youâre way too young to even think about this! And youâre Yejiâs friend! Are you out of your mind?â
It seems like Tiffany has finally overcome her initial shock. You donât bother to mention that you and Yeji are sworn enemies.
âIâm old enough Tif-â
Her stare makes you change your mind.
âMs. Hwang. Iâve done this before. Iâm not a virgin.â
She gives you a skeptical look.
âAnd this is also an opportunity for you.â
You add quickly. You thought about how to convince her on your way over, in case she would say no.
âAn opportunity? For what? Youâre Ms. Seoâs son for god's sake.â
âSo what? My mother doesnât have anything to do with this. And-â
âBut I know her! I know you. I canât sleep around with my neighbor's son!âÂ
âWhy not? I wonât tell anyone. And you said that youâd love to fuck me. You want me to show you-â
You reach for your phone in your pocket.Â
Tiffany shakes her head. Her cheeks are red in embarrassment. She canât believe this is actually happening. How did Seohyunâs son find out about her? There is no way he is actually into her. He is the same age as her daughter.
âEven if you werenât her son, you are still way too young. Youâre barely half my age.â
âThat's what I said earlier. This is an opportunity for you.â
âOpportunity? To do what? You're nuts!â
Tiffany storms off, into her living room. You follow after her. You know you're being a little clingy, but this kind of opportunity might never come again.Â
âThe opportunity to shoot a different kind of content. You know, since I'm younger.â
Yeji's mother turns around and raises her eyebrow.Â
âSince you're younger? What do you think is good about that? All young boys think like you.â
Tiffany steps towards you again, her hands on her waist. You can tell she is still fuming.Â
âDo you think you have a greatâŠâ
Tiffany does a vague gesture towards your crotch.Â
âOr do you think you already have experience? Or that you have better stamina than older guys?â
âYeah, but thatâs not my point.â
Tiffany rolls her eyes.
âI donât even want to hear it. Would you please leave now?â
She gestures towards the front door.
âAt least hear me out. You do want more subscribers and eventually earn more money, donât you?â
Tiffany is already reaching for the door again, when she turns around.
âIâm listening.â
She crosses her arms in front of her chest.
âWellâŠâ
You hesitate for a second. This might come off the wrong way. But by the looks of it, itâs probably your last shot.
âWell, Iâm younger than you. Thatâs true. But youâre also, like you said, twice my age.â
âSo? Whatâs your point? Are you trying to make me feel old now too?â
Tiffany leaves you standing and heads towards her kitchen. Youâre walking after her, slightly annoyed that she canât stand still. While she takes a half opened bottle of wine out of the fridge, you look at her from behind. Her backside makes you lose focus for a moment. Her jeans and her slightly bent over figure makes you hard in excitement. Youâre so close. Donât mess this up.
Tiffany takes out a wine glass and starts pouring herself some whine.
âIâm trying to tell you, youâre a⊠Well, people my age would call you milf.â
You see her furrowing her brows.
âThat doesnât sound like something nice. And it seems to me like you shouldnât be saying that to me.â
She looks at you again, while taking a sip from the red wine.
âWell, it means⊠Mom I like to fuck.â
You hear her choke on the whine she was just about to swallow.
âExcuse you?!â
âWhat? Itâs true. The fact that Iâm younger doesnât mean I donât find you sexy.â
âYou think Iâm sexy?â
The disbelief in her voice goes well with her raised eyebrow.
âYes, I do.â
You can feel that Tiffany isnât as disgusted at the thought of sleeping with you as before. You can still turn this around.
âDo you know how often I thought about you whileâŠ.â
You let the sentence linger in the air and Tiffany seems to catch on.Â
âOh, please.â
She scoffs.
âYouâre trying to impress me by telling me you jerked off to me once or twice?â
You shake your head.
âMore than once or twice. Several times a day, since Iâve found your Instagram.â
âWellâŠâ
You finally seem to have made her speechless.
âAnd Iâm not the only one who thinks youâre hot. Iâve heard more than just a couple of boys talk about you.â
âOh, really?â
Tiffany raises an eyebrow again, before drinking some wine again. She seems more curious than angry now.
âYes. Thatâs why this is such a great opportunity for you. Iâm the same age as the boys who want to sleep with you. If we include this theme, of you with a way younger guy, in some of your content, those boys might be more interested in watching your stuff.â
Tiffany has finished her drink by now.
âYou mean, appeal to younger people because they can identify with you more?â
âExactly. There are a couple of great themes or roleplay ideas, which would really draw them in.â
You can almost see how the wheels turn inside her head.
Tiffany sighs as she places the empty glass on the counter.
"Alright. Fine.â
You feel goosebumps form on your skin, when she finally agrees.
âBut today is only a test. If you mess up, or this doesnât work, like you said it would, we are done.â
You quickly nod your head. You canât believe it. You actually convinced her to have sex with you. On camera. Yejiâs mother. Tiffany Hwang.Â
She pulls a black hairband off her wrist, which you only notice now. After silently tying her hair in a high ponytail, Tiffany sinks to her knees. Right in front of you. You almost forget to breathe.
âConsider this an audition.â
Her eyes wander from your face to your crotch.
You bite your lip as you feel Tiffanyâs hands undo your belt and your jeans. They quickly land around your ankles as she slowly lets a finger trace the outlines of your clothed and hard cock.
âNow Iâm actually curious, if you were telling the truth about this.â
Tiffany hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers and pulls them down.
âNot bad at all.â
She smiles as your cock appears right in front of her face.
Tiffany slowly wraps her hand around it and strokes your length once. From the tip to the base.
âI could definitely work with this.â
Tiffany slowly moves her head closer and gives your tip a kiss.
You almost let out a groan already. You canât believe that she is actually kneeling in front of you. With her hand around your cock and her lips on your tip.
She opens her mouth a little wider and moves down. You feel her lips glide along the length of your cock. Tiffany almost reaches your base, before she retreats again. Her hand around your cock starts stroking the parts of your cock that just left her mouth. Once she finally reaches your tip again, Tiffany gives it another kiss. This one is sloppier. But when she looks up at you, she furrows her brows.
âWhy arenât you recording?â
Youâre stunned. The feeling of her lips around your cock has made you unable to move. Tiffany rolls her eyes and motions towards the counter, where she put her phone earlier.
After picking it up, you enter the pin she told you and open the camera. You hit the record button as Tiffany resumes her blowjob. Making sure she is in the frame, you watch her through the phone. But it just doesnât really compare to the real thing. Now that you got a taste of it, you canât help yourself.
You have to hold in a deep breath, as you lower her phone a little. Now you can see her better. Tiffany keeps stroking the lower half of your cock, while her mouth works the upper part. The camera canât catch it, but you feel how her tongue presses against the underside of your shaft. She slowly covers your whole cock in her spit as she starts to make lewd sounds. The vibrations from her mouth are being sent through your cock, into your body and up your spine. Your whole body can feel how Tiffany sucks you off.
When she lifts her head a little further, Tiffany lets your cock fall out of her mouth. Now that the camera can see your whole cock for the first time, youâre a little embarrassed. You are aware that other people will see this. For a moment, you think they could make fun of you, but Tiffany quickly destroys that thought.
âWow. Your cock tastes so good.â
She smiles up into the camera, before giving your tip another kiss.
âI really like it.â
A wink into the camera and Tiffany resumes her blowjob. You realize too late that she has picked up the pace. You almost drop her phone, when you see her head bob up and down. Her lips glide over your shaft way faster now. Her hand moves quicker too. Tiffany is starting to take more of your cock into her mouth.
Now that her head is moving further forward, everytime she gets deeper onto your cock, you can see a hint of her ass again. The blue jeans she is wearing is hugging her cheeks tightly. You move her phone a little forward and capture more of her ass.Â
As Tiffanyâs blowjob continues, you start to get more into being her cameraman. While your main focus is still not to cum too fast, youâre now trying out some new camera angles. When Tiffany moves back a little, and only your tip remains inside her mouth, you move the phone on the same height as her face to her left. Youâre now filming her side profile. Tiffany seems to know what to do. She looks up at you, her eyes now sparkling with amusement and lust. She slowly moves her lips along your cock once more, making sure the camera captures the exact way her mouth slowly takes in your length. After a couple back and forths, you reposition her phone again. Itâs now looking from your perspective down at her, just like at the beginning.Â
You focus more on not just suddenly blowing your load inside her mouth. Because youâre now feeling a familiar pull inside your stomach. The way her mouth and hand work your shaft makes you experience something new. Your ex was never this good. You can tell that Tiffany has done this more than just once.
After leaning back again, Tiffany smiles into the camera. She stops stroking you and places a finger two or three inches above your base.
âI just got up to here. Do you think I can manage to go all the way?â
You hesitate for a second, before slowly making the camera nod.
Tiffany laughs.
âLetâs see if I can take it all.â
With another seductive smile on her face, Tiffany takes you into her mouth once more. You brace yourself for whatâs to come next. The feeling of her lips gliding down your shaft once more makes you shiver in excitement. You still canât believe she is actually doing this to you.
When Tiffany reaches her finger, she looks at the camera again. A wink and she removes her finger. You have to stop yourself from cursing as you feel her take more than before. Your tip grazes something deep inside her mouth and Tiffany stops for a second. She still has around one inch to go. You feel how she opens her mouth a little wider. How your tip slowly moves down. You are suddenly aware that youâre now inside her throat. Tiffany pushes her head further onto your cock and you hear her cough. Your whole cock has finally disappeared inside her mouth and throat.
You can feel how the muscles of her throat tighten around you. And you can also feel your incoming orgasm. You try to count in your head, not wanting to cum already. But Tiffany deepthroating your cock, doesnât help at all. You make it to 12, when you feel yourself throbbing inside of her. She must have felt it too, because she looks up at you, her eyes have naturally become bigger.
You signal her in whatever way that youâre about to finish. But Tiffany only hums in satisfaction, which brings you so much closer to your orgasm. She moans, when you finally do cum. You unload deep inside Tiffanyâs throat. Holding onto the phone, you do your best to keep the camera focused on her face.
Tiffany closes her eyes in bliss, feeling how your warm cum paints her throat. Maybe this wasnât such a bad idea after all.
âFollow me.â
Tiffany opens the door to the room next to her bedroom. Yejiâs room is on your left. You glance inside, the door slightly opened. You see her bed, a stuffed toy on it, and a desk. In that moment, Tiffany takes your hand and the two of you walk into the room she just unlocked. The key is still in the keyhole as you walk past. This is probably Tiffanyâs way to make sure that Yeji doesnât know what her mother is doing for a living.
The big window in front of you leads towards the garden. You can see the corner of the pool as you step a little closer. A bed is standing on your right. Next to it a nightstand. One would think itâs just a normal bedroom. But when you turn to your left, you see two tripods with cameras on them. Two cupboards stand against the wall behind those. You guess thatâs where Tiffany keeps all her stuff. Costumes, sexy outfits and toys.
âCan you help me set everything up?â
âSure.â
Reality suddenly seems to crash down on you as you pick up one of the tripods. Tiffany just gave you head. You came in her mouth barely ten minutes ago. And now youâre going to have sex with her on camera. You take a deep breath and set up the tripod near the bed, just like Tiffany told you. Itâs not that youâre scared or anything. Youâre just really nervous. Tiffany is on a whole different level, compared to your ex. And filming it is different too. Youâve never really done that before.
Once youâre done setting up the cameras, Tiffany walks over to one of the cupboards. She opens it and you can see inside. As you expected, itâs full with all kinds of different outfits. Tiffany takes the one on the far left, but your eyes linger on the one on the right. Is that⊠a nurse uniform?
âGive me five minutes.â
You nod as Tiffany closes the doors again. You canât help but look after her as she leaves the room, imagining her in that uniform. Youâre now just as hard again as you were when Tiffany took your cock down her throat.
When she closes the door behind herself, you realize that you didnât even catch a glimpse of the outfit she is about to put on. It was something red. Just like the uniform. You stand where she left you for a moment, before you quickly walk over to the cupboard.
You open the doors again and check out the outfit to your right. A red skirt and a red top, decorated with white lace along the neckline. A matching white apron with a cross on it and a red nurseâs cap. You want to see Tiffany wear this so badly right now. You rub your hand over your clothed crotch as you scan the rest of the cupboard. A black leather outfit, a very low cut green top, which would almost expose her whole cleavage, except for her nipples, a long white dress that almost looks too elegant for this room.
Something else suddenly catches your attention. You squat down and reach for one of the two drawers on the bottom of the cupboard. Biting your lower lip, you feast your eyes on row after row on Tiffany Hwangâs bra collection. There are probably around thirty of them. All differently colored and with different decorations. One has a bow on it at the front. Another one is made out of white lace with butterfly patterns. A third one is a red strapless one. Your hand lingers above a fourth one. Itâs blue and itâs not shaped like the other ones. Itâs more like a couple of ribbons sewed together, which would only cover Tiffanyâs nipples. The rest of her tits would be completely visible.Â
You quickly open the other one. Itâs full with her panties. All folded and lined up neatly. Some of them seem to have a matching bra in the other drawer, while others seem to be a stand alone item. You catch a glimpse of one that has writing on the front. You slightly push the one on top of it out of the way.Â
âGood girlâ
Taking a deep breath, you close both drawers again, but not without letting your eyes scan through their contents one last time. You wonder for how long Tiffany must be doing this already. Because these are a lot, even for a woman. You remember when you were young and you rummaged through your moms wardrobe, searching for the TV remote she hid, while she was out of the house, because she didnât want you to watch TV the whole day. You came across her underwear drawer, but Tiffanyâs is on another level. You wonder if she has even more inside her normal bedroom. Or inside the other cupboard?
A second later, you stand in front of it. But just when youâre about to open its doors, you hear footsteps approaching. You quickly look around. You donât want to be caught going through her underwear. Two giant steps later, you reach the bed and jump onto the mattress. Just in time. Right when you lean your head against the wall behind you, Tiffany opens the door. You almost forget what you just saw. Hell, you almost forget to breathe.
Tiffany as a whole is too much to handle. You feel like your jaw is about to drop, so you quickly look down, not wanting her to think that youâre some naive little boy. Your eyes land on her feet. Theyâre covered in red stockings, which are barely see through. But you do catch a hint of her white painted nails. Your eyes follow along Tiffanyâs legs as you admire how the fabric tightly wraps around her skin. The thicker fabric turns into lace as you reach her thighs. Red roses greet you as you near the end of her stockings. A strap serves as the next path for your eyes to travel on. Its connection with the hem of Tiffanyâs stockings is decorated with a small red bow.
Eventually, you reach Tiffanyâs waist. Itâs covered by her red garter belt, which is, just like her panties and bra, made out of red lace. Her high-waisted panties give you a side view of one of her butt cheeks, before your focus lands on her clothed pussy. You still canât believe how sexy she is, you canât get enough of her. Your eyes travel even further. Past her belly button and her garter belt and along her flat stomach.Â
Tiffanyâs chest is covered by a red lace bra with the same pattern as the top of her stockings. Your gaze lingers right between both her breasts, before you travel along one of her bra straps. You reach her collarbone, which is decorated by a golden necklace, a heart in the middle. Her shoulders are covered in red silk. The night robe she is wearing flows down her back and wouldâve hidden her round cheek, if she didnât rest her hand on her hip. A flirtatious smile plays around her freshly painted red lips.Â
âYouâve been staring for ages.â
âS-Sorry.â
Well, you certainly do look like a naive little boy right now.
âI don't mind at all.â
Tiffany laughs, before finally stepping fully inside the room.
âSo, have you decided yet?â
âHuh?â
 You zoned out for a second, too distracted by Tiffany turning around and closing the door.
Now she turns back to you.
âHave you thought about a suitable concept for our video? This was your idea after all.â
You clear your throat, trying to buy yourself some time. Since you decided to message Tiffany, dozens of ideas have piled up inside your mind. One more dirty and fucked up then the next.Â
âI do have a couple of ideas, actually.â
Tiffany smiles at you as she slowly walks towards the bed.
âLetâs just decide on one for now, shall we?â
She leans down and places her hands on the mattress, right next to your leg. You donât stand a chance. A second later, you brazenly stare at her voluptuous cleavage.
âWe donât want to get ahead of ourselves yet.â
You tear your eyes off her body once more and focus back on her face. A knowing grin plays around her lips.
âSure.â
You finally decide on one idea you had in mind.
Tiffany doesnât look very convinced at first, but as you continue your explanation, her eyes grow a little softer.Â
âOkay. Letâs do it.â
You get off the bed, while Tiffany looks around.
âWhy donât you carry the tripod downstairs and I will set up everything else in the kitchen?â
âSounds good.â
Youâre excited. Receiving a blowjob from Yejiâs mom was already an incredible moment. But now, you're about to actually sleep with her. Your finger shakes as you press the record button on the camera, secured on the tripod, which is directed at the open kitchen. You walk into the hallway, as you hear Tiffany starting the coffee machine. You wait for it to finish, before you silently count to ten, just like the two of you planned. You take your phone out of your pocket and hit the record button on it as well.
When you walk into the kitchen, you see Tiffany leaning against the counter behind her. She is facing the door youâre now standing in as she sips on her freshly made coffee. She acts sleepy, covering her mouth, pretending to yawn into her hand.
âOh, good morning Ms. Hwang. Did you sleep well last night?âÂ
Your voice makes her look up at you. You make sure your phone captures her face and some of her cleavage. The two of you outlined the general direction of the conversation earlier, but most of it is gonna be improvisation.
âGood morning! I slept pretty well and you?â
Tiffany looks up from her cup and smiles at you.
âI got.. Some sleep. We stayed up pretty late haha. Sorry for all the noise.â
Your words make her shake her head.
âOh donât worry, I didn't hear a thing. Would you like a cup? This coffee maker makes a mean cup.â
She gestures towards the machine and of course you accept.
âI would appreciate it. Thank youâ
âSo why are you up this early? Iâd assume you try to get some more sleep after last night.â
âI usually wake up early to get some exercise in. No matter how little sleep I get.â
Tiffany hands you your cup and smiles sympathetically.Â
âOh you poor thing. It's okay to take some days off, you know?â
âYeah but if I get off my routine Iâll start to get lazy and all my hard work would go to waste.â
She nods in understanding, while you try the coffee.
âAnd who are you working out so hard for? Whoâs my poor baby losing sleep over? A girlfriend perhaps?â
It feels weird to you that Tiffany calls you baby. Especially since she isnât your girlfriend. But you go along with it.
âNo, no girlfriend unfortunately. Itâs just for myself to stay in shape. Itâs a good way to keep my self disciplined on a routineâ
âWell if I could offer my honest opinion..â
A sly, almost hungry smile plays around her lips.
âI think your hard work is paying off quite well.â
âThank you. I really appreciate thatâÂ
âYou know.. because of my daughterâs sleepover. I had to break my own little routine. Itâs going to be hard to get back to it without some help.â
Tiffany puts her cup down and steps closer. She keeps eye contact with you.
âCare to lend a hand?â
She places her hand on your shoulder as she says those words. The camera on the tripod catches her movements, while your phone is focused on her face.
âSorry about that, but if you want.. I could help you out. I have some time.â
A victorious smile plays around the corners of her mouth.
âIâll take you up on that offer.â
Tiffany bites her lips seductively as she says those words. Her hand slowly moves down your shoulder, past your biceps and along your lower arm, until it reaches your own hand. She takes your coffee and places the mug on the counter next to you.
âWell then handsomeâŠâ
She locks her fingers around yours.
âCare to follow me?â
She is face to face with you as she whispers those words. You lift the camera a little, so you can see her properly.
âLead the way maâam.âÂ
You follow after her as Tiffany leads you upstairs.
The two of you walk into the room you were in earlier. Tiffany slings her arms around your neck and turns you around her, so your back is facing the other camera and the bed. Her lips capture yours, which you try to film with your phone. But her lips prove to be too distracting. You close your eyes as you start to lose yourself in the kiss. The last kiss you had was some time ago, with-
Tiffany puts her weight forward, against you, which makes you walk backwards. When your knees hit the edge of the bed, Tiffany finally lets go of your lips. The faint hint of strawberries leaves your lips as you already hope for a second kiss.Â
She places a finger on your chest, looking up at you with a seductive smile.
âMy routine includes working out too.â
Tiffany doesnât have to use a lot of force to push you onto the bed. A moment after you hit the soft mattress, she is already straddling you. Your hand finds its way to one of her lace covered thighs, while the other holds your phone, trying to capture as much of her as possible. She kisses your cheek once, before pecking you on the lips. Once more the taste of strawberries lingers on your lips as Tiffany moves her mouth closer to your ear.
"Although Iâm usually the one who gets worked out.â
She playfully gives your earlobe a little bite, before she moves down your neck. Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, Tiffany travels towards the hem of your shirt. Your free hand reaches behind her back, trying to undo her bra, but Tiffany slowly moves it away while she shakes her head.
âNot so impatient, baby.â
Her smile sends warmth through your system as she leans down and places that smile directly onto your lips. When she moves back, you feel her breath against your lips.
âJust let me take care of you for now.â
Once more, Tiffany begins her journey along your neck. When she reaches your shirt, you feel her hands sneak underneath it from further down, while she kisses your clothed chest. You feel them exploring your upper body as Tiffany keeps peppering you with kisses. She slowly makes her way towards your crotch, while the rest of her body shuffles backwards, until she is face to face with your clothed cock.Â
âLet's see what you have for me.â
Another smile and Tiffany starts to take off your pants. You make sure your phone captures her deep cleavage as she leans over your lower body.Â
âWow.â
Tiffany looks up with an impressed look on her face as she pulls down your pants, revealing your cock.
âI didnât expect someone my daughterâs age to have such a nice dick.â
âThank you, Ms. Hwang.â
You make sure that you sound a little embarrassed as she gives your cock a long, slow lick.
âDo you know how much fun we couldâve had last night?â
A second lick follows the first as Tiffany slowly strokes the lower half of your cock.
âI was so horny, thinking about all the young men in my house.â
She lets her tongue swirl around your tip, before she looks back at your face.
âI wouldnât have minded at all, if you had come in during the night.â
You hold your breath as Tiffany suddenly bobs her head a couple of times on your cock. Her lips glide up and down your length with a speed you werenât prepared for. But it ended as quickly as it started. Biting back a disappointed groan, you see Tiffanyâs eyes sparkle in amusement as if she was silently saying,
âGirls your age donât play with your cock like this.â
You try to come up with a witty reply, which isnât as easy as it sounds, when you have someone lying between your legs.
âI will make sure to check up on you during the next sleepover.â
Tiffany smiles as you feel her free hand dive underneath your shirt once more.Â
âIâll be waiting.â
Your head finally sinks back into the sheets, while you keep your phone locked on Tiffany. Youâre starting to get the hang of it, while she keeps sucking your cock. Even closing your eyes momentarily, you feel her working your shaft with a level of skill, which you arenât used to. Like before, her technique is too good for you to handle long term. How Tiffanyâs lips wrap around your tip. How they slowly glide along your length. How she sucks on your dick, while keeping an airtight seal around it. How one hand gently cups your balls, while the other keeps drawing circles on your chest. How her tongue swirls around your tip, whenever she lifts her head. How it seems to wiggle around your cock like a snake, when Tiffany almost reaches your base.
A particularly tight grip of her lips around your cock makes you thrust upwards a little. If you didnât have yourself under control at that moment, that wouldâve been it. You wouldâve blown your load into her mouth without warning. But you do your best to keep your cool. You still have something to prove. Trying to think of something else, you close your eyes again. Maybe you should surprise her? Should you end this pleasurable torture and leave her heaven like mouth? But what would you do then? How would Tiffany react?Â
You hesitate. Youâre afraid she might back off. Might call off this whole thing.
âImprovisation and surprise. Thatâs what draws a viewer in. Excitement.â
Your late fatherâs words suddenly echo through your head as you reach the verge of your orgasm. You donât know how your mind got there. But as always, your father is right.Â
You reach forward and push Tiffanyâs hair a little to the side, cupping her cheek. She leans into your palm a little, humming in acknowledgement. You brace yourself. Gone is your urge to shoot your load down Tiffanyâs throat. For some reason, she has triggered your competitive spirit with the way she is sucking you off.
Tiffany lifts her head once more, her lips gliding across your cock. When she reaches your tip, you feel that tongue again. How it swirls around your tip. How she-
You stop yourself. You count to three inside your head. All or nothing.
A frown appears on Tiffanyâs forehead as she feels you slowly pulling her off your cock. Her mouth is already empty when she looks towards you. You quickly wrap your legs around her torso. You feel her struggle for a second on instinct. But a second later, you already roll you both over. You land on top of Tiffany, who has a surprised look on her face. She didnât expect you to be able to do this.Â
A grin appears on your lips as you steal a kiss from her.
âSince I saw you downstairs, I wanted to know what your pussy tastes like.â
You lean down and suck on Tiffanyâs neck. A moan leaves her lips and you could swear she is smiling now.
âDo you always dress this sexy, when your daughter has friends over?â
Tiffany gasps. Not intentionally. She is very surprised by your change of attitude. She was able to tell that you werenât as confident and experienced as the other men she's been with. She had been wondering if she made the right call. It was still weird to her to be doing this with a boy. With her neighborâs son, to be exact. She felt how close you were to already cuming down her throat mere seconds ago.
But now, youâre on top of her. Tiffany feels how your lips slightly suck on her skin. How you give her neck small bites. Your free hand has moved to take a handful of her right breast, now squeezing it through her bra.
For a second, she wonders if this is all an act. An act to make the video as good as possible. But then againâŠ
You couldnât just do this without some sort of proper confidence.
Tiffany glances at your phone, making sure that youâre still doing that part of your job properly, before she completely lets you take over. She feels your control over her as your weight pins her to the mattress underneath her.Â
You quickly reach under her back and undo her bra with one hand. You practiced this long enough, after the first time with your ex. It took you way too long to take her bra off. Even with two hands. But your work pays off now. Tiffany lets out a sigh as she bites her lip, feeling your hand exposing her chest. Your lips move from her neck to her collarbone, while your free hand plays with her tits.
âYes, baby.â
The woman underneath you moans into your ear. You move on from her neck soon enough, leaving a trail of kisses on your way to her chest. Once you reach her tits, your hand moves further down too. It glides over Tiffanyâs tight tummy as you lick her breasts. You occasionally take a slightly brown nipple into your mouth and suck on it. Your actions make Tiffany arch her back into the air, further towards your lips and your tongue.
Meanwhile, your hand has reached her garter belt. You slip past it, feeling her belly button underneath your palm. As your fingertips touch the hem of her panties, you playfully bite into one of her nipples. Not hard. But the unexpected stimulation makes Tiffany moan out loud.
âHoly fuck!â
You are not as inexperienced as she thought you were. Your lips now follow your handâs path, leaving Tiffany desperate for another bite.
Just as your fingertips graze her pussy lips underneath the red lace, you pull them away. You hear her breath hitch as you place your hand on her thigh. The milky white flesh feels soft, but firm at the same time. The red strap that connects her stockings to her belt is being pressed into your palm as Tiffany flexes her thighs. She feels your mouth coming closer. You record the place where your lips just were as you finally reach her panties. You lift your head, taking a moment to do a close up shot of her lace covered core. Glancing at her face, you see Tiffanyâs red cheeks. Her aroused and slightly curious face makes you smile on the inside. Youâre proud of yourself for making her crumble underneath your touches.
Moving your phone a little out of the way again, you lean forward. You plant a kiss on her panties, quickly inhaling her scent.
âYouâre way too good at this.â
You wonder if thatâs Tiffany who said that, or the character she is playing right now. Another kiss makes her hips buck in your direction.Â
âDonât tease me.â
She sighs, giving you a desperate look, which you make sure to capture with your phone.
âRemember, youâre partially responsible for messing up my routine.â
You kiss her thigh instead, which makes her shake her head.
âNo, please. You promised to make it up to me.â
Her desperate tone makes you give in. Your ex told you more than once how important foreplay is, so you always took it quite serious. But it seems like Tiffany has already had enough.Â
Because you canât just take off her panties, you pull them to the side. A mouthwatering sight reveals itself to you as her slightly brown lips glisten with arousal. You quickly do another close up shot, but your excitement makes you cut it short. Soon, your lips kiss a circle around her lips as you already have a slight hint of her taste on them.Â
âYou make me so wet.â
Another sigh from Tiffany as she reaches for a fistful of your hair. You feel her grab the phone, so you hand it over to her. You canât see it, but you can almost feel how she films you, while you start to swipe your tongue over her folds. You do the same motion over and over again. Swiping your tongue from the bottom to the top. Whenever you come too close to her clit, Tiffany clamps her thighs together, letting a moan escape her lips. The only problem is, that your head is in between them. You use both your hands to take a hold of her thighs, not wanting to get crushed, as Tiffany moans and whines. You canât believe that Yejiâs mother is making these sounds because of you. You never thought you would see her in only underwear, or naked ,or, specifically, her bare pussy.Â
Youâre still trying to pinpoint what exactly Tiffany tastes like. Does her pussy taste like strawberries too? Just like her lips? Not really. It tastes a little different. You dive deeper, trying to get to the bottom of this. Your tongue now roams inside her velvet tunnel, making Tiffanyâs head fall back. Her hand in your hair starts to make your scalp burn as she keeps tugging at it harder and harder. She keeps pressing your face right into her pussy as you lick and eat her out with all your might.Â
The sweet, but slightly salty taste of her juices invade your mouth, while you make Tiffany moan and gasp. Her state of mind switches constantly from surprise, to pure lust, to confusion, to arousal and back to surprise. She didnât expect this at all from you.
Yes, itâs not the best oral sex sheâs ever gotten. And your technique is a little sloppy. But Tiffany didnât even expect you to have a technique. She thought you were too young. Too inexperienced to properly pleasure a woman like her. But youâre proving her wrong right now. The way your tongue glides along the insides of her pussy. The way it occasionally changes its path and gives her clit a flick. The way you bury your face deep into her core. Tiffany is pleasantly surprised at your visible love for her pussy. More often than not was she with guys, who never even bothered eating her out. And if they did, she felt like they were seeing it as a chore. But you seem to enjoy having your tongue buried deep inside her snatch.
Your effort and your pure intention to just make her feel good makes Tiffany mewl and shake. Her thighs close around your head again and again. Her hand pulls you further into her core.Â
She knows that youâre not quite there yet. Your work is enough to make her fall apart though. To moan your name and breathlessly beg for more. Tiffany wonders, with only a little bit of teaching, you could probably make her cum once or twice on a regular basis. The thought alone makes her pussy even wetter. But it also makes her long for you even more. She suddenly feels the great urge to properly feel you inside of her. She needs you to finally fill her with your cock.
âNeed your cock, baby.â
Tiffany whines, her hand in your hair, gently pushing you off her cunt.
âGive it to me.â
She hands you your phone and you make sure her whole body is in focus once more. You kneel in front of her as you stroke your shaft, which is still wet from her earlier blowjob. You canât help but feel excitement rush through your veins. Up until now, everything was perfect. You still canât believe your luck. Two blowjobs and the opportunity to eat out Tiffany Hwang. Your attempt to make Yejiâs life hell has already proven to be more pleasurable than you couldâve ever imagined.
And now, you place your cock on top of her labia. Her juices glisten on her skin and you start to rub your cock against her lips.Â
âOh, gosh. No teasing!â
Tiffanyâs needy voice doesnât stop you from building your own anticipation as high as possible. This is the moment youâve dreamed of for years. You still remember the first time you touched yourself to Yejiâs mom. It was summer and you were invited to some neighborâs garden party. Tiffany showed up in a very tight dress that showed off her ass and a very low cut neckline. Since that day, you imagined her so often while you-
Tiffany interrupts your thoughts by slinging her legs around your waist. The red fabric rubs against your skin as she takes your hand into hers, your cock now freely resting on top of her cleanly shaven cunt.
âStop playing with me already, baby. I canât take it anymore.â
Your world starts to spin as Tiffany pulls the same move that you pulled on her earlier. Once more, youâre lying on your back, while Tiffany sits on your lap. Her pussy still rubbing against your cock.
âYouâve got to learn this lesson, baby. â
Tiffany reaches down to stroke your shaft. Her face is marked with pleasure as her dominating stare seems to burn your soul.
âIâm not a patient woman. If I say I need cock, then I do mean I need cock.â
With those words, Tiffany lifts herself off your lap and positions herself right above your tip. Her labia grazes it once more and you feel her fingers hold your cock in place. You make sure your phone catches your cock penetrating her pussy. You almost let it slip out of your hand. It has been a while since you had sex with your ex. But even if you would have cum during the blowjob earlier, you would be just as close to your orgasm as you are now. Her velvet walls squeeze your tip as Tiffany lowers herself onto your cock.
âOh my gosh!â
You hope the set up camera captures her face, because the only body parts you are able to move are your eyes. They switch between the sight of her pussy engulfing your cock, to watching how a high pitched moan leaves her mouth as she bites her lips, and back to your shaft disappearing inside her cunt.
âYouâre so big inside me. I love your cock.â
Tiffany gasps as she slides down your shaft. The more she takes, the more strength the both of you need to keep it together. One of her hands has found itself entangled in her brown hair, messing it up as she tugs and pulls on it, trying to get accustomed to you being inside of her. Her other hand is pressed flat on your chest, giving her enough stability to keep sitting upright. Your own free hand canât hold itself back anymore. You reach upwards to squeeze one of her breasts, which makes Tiffanyâs head roll back.
Under heavy moans, she slowly begins to ride you. It is a fantastic show she is able to pull off. How her hips meet yours. How her waist moves when she rolls her hips a little. How her tits slightly bounce. How her red lips produce moan after moan.
And the feeling. You canât really describe it. Your time with your ex now seems like a smudged water painting, while Tiffanyâs ride makes you feel like looking at an 8k picture. Her slick cunt coats your cock with her juices. Her nails slightly dig into your chest. The stimuli that flood your brain seem to overload your mind.Â
âFuck.â
Itâs the first time you have to curse under your breath. Tiffany just lifted her legs a little, placing her instep on your thighs. You feel the red fabric rub against your skin. Most of her weight is now being supported by her knees on the mattress and her hand on your chest. Tiffany leans over, showing off her tight tummy to the camera, while her hair falls into her face.Â
You raise your upper body and capture one of her nipples with your mouth.
âGosh, yes!â
By now, both her hands have found their place on your chest. Tiffany keeps her slightly bent over position as she keeps bouncing on your cock. Her smooth walls make your cock as hard as it has never been before. You eagerly suck on her tits as you aim your phone at her pussy. The sounds of her cheeks clapping against your lap fills the room, accompanied by her moans and an occasional groan from you. Your hand, which was fondling her tits, is now right above her pussy. Your thumb flicks against her clit. The result is louder moaning. An increase of pace in her riding. And visibly more scratch marks than before.
You actually manage to drive Tiffany towards her orgasm. Which quickly proves to be a bad thing for you. Her cunt squeezes you harder with every flick of your thumb against her clit. She now slams herself down all the way to your base, making her pussy take every last inch of you. Now youâre close too.
âDamn, you have such a nice pussy.â
You manage to say through your teeth, trying to hold in the inevitable. Tiffany pulls off a satisfied smile. But her focus is certainly needed elsewhere. She canât believe youâre actually able to hold out this long. For a second, she thought you were gonna cum after only a minute, when she saw your reaction to your cock disappearing inside of her. Now she is on the verge of her own orgasm. She can feel you twitch inside of her. Your face tells her that the two of you either cum together, or no one cums. Tiffany decides on the latter. The video isnât finished yet. If you want to make more appearances in the future, she will need to test you a little more. So far, your cock definitely qualifies. But what about your fucking? She has been the only one working hard up until now.
Tiffany slows down drastically. It unintentionally makes you thrust upwards once or twice, before you have yourself under control. Tiffany leans further down, her mouth now next to your ear.
âTime to work me out properly.â
You turn your head slightly, pulling Tiffany into another kiss. Your lips stay locked for a while as her hips slowly move in circles around your dick.
âGet on all fours.â
Tiffany was about to suggest the next position, but you beat her to it. A satisfied smile plays around her lips as she slowly gets off you.
âThatâs right, baby. Make me take your cock like a slut.â
Her words trigger something primal in you. Maybe that was her intention anyway.
As soon as Tiffany is in position, you kneel behind her. Your phone captures how you slap both her ass cheeks once, before squeezing them softly.
A moan echoes through the room as Tiffany feels her cheeks burn up after another spank. She directly faces the camera, standing on the tripod, right at the edge of the bed. She could touch it, if she stretched out her arm. She bites her lip as she feels you aligning your cock with her pussy. You rub your tip against her labia again, teasing her a little.
âYouâre such a bad boy.â
 Tiffany sighs, feeling how you barely graze her pussy. She secretly loves how you tease her. You turn her into a begging slut in front of the camera.
âOh yes! Right there!â
Tiffany lets out a loud moan, when you finally do push inside her again. Your hand automatically glides over her slightly arched back. You marvel at how smooth her skin feels, while her walls pull you further into her. You take a hold of her red lace garterbelt, slightly twisting the fabric to use it as a makeshift rein. You pull her onto your cock, while thrusting forward.
âOh lord!â
Tiffany lets out a surprised yelp, surprised by you suddenly bottoming out inside of her. You quickly settle in a rhythm that works for you and start to fuck Tiffany from behind. Moans spill from her lips, her fists open and close around her sheets, her feet shuffle around as you use her pussy. Her insides feel just as good as when she rode you a moment ago. But now that you had a taste of her warm depth, you start to become greedy. You want to go as deep into her body as you can. You want to feel how her body completely swallows your cock. How her labia stretches around your shaft.
You put some pressure with your hand on her back. It makes Tiffany arch her back further, her upper body getting closer to the mattress. Her bodyâs center of gravity moves forward, which lifts her feet off the mattress. Once more, Tiffanyâs clothed insteps touch your body. They rest on your hips, which makes her ass look even rounder. You can feel yourself now being able to just push that little bit deeper into her. It makes you increase your pace and you keep pushing her further down.
Finally, Tiffanyâs head rests on the mattress. She still tries to keep eye contact with the camera. She does her best fuck-me face. Biting her lower lip, frowning, her eyes only half open. But she canât keep it up for long. Your thrusts into her cunt makes her feet, which are pressed against your hips, hit her ass. With every thrust, her heels dig into her cheeks.
âGosh, baby! Youâre so deep! I-â
Tiffanyâs sentence is interrupted by another loud moan, when you reach down to grab one of her arms. You put it on her back and make her close her hand around her garterbelt. You do the same with the second one. Now, Tiffanyâs face is buried in the sheets, her muffled moans are only barely audible over your hips smacking against her ass. You know that her viewers would love to see her pleasure wrecked face though. At least you would.
You reach out to grab a fistful of her hair and make it into a makeshift ponytail. You lift her head by pulling at it.
âOh fuck!â
 Tiffany greets you with a loud cry as she feels you fucking her as deep as you possibly can.
âThatâs it, baby!â
You feel her cunt tightening around you, whenever you pull on her hair a little. Her upper body is completely in the air, only supported by your grip on her hair and her own hands on her garterbelt. Her back still shows off a beautiful arch though and you can see a small trail of sweat run down towards her ass.
âFuck me harder!â
Tiffany whines loudly as you keep using your control over her entire body to pleasure yourself. She has given up trying to look sexy for the camera for a while now. Her mouth is now just hanging open, her tongue slightly visible as she takes your pounding from behind.
âFucking use my pussy!â
You feel it tighten at her own words. Youâre surprised how much she is enjoying it. You really hope youâre proving to her that this was a great idea.
âMake me your bitch! Yes!â
Tiffany cries out as you bottom out in her cunt again and again. A strand of her hair has escaped your fingers and is now swinging to your rhythm on the right side of her face.
âFill me with this young cock!â
Her moans get louder and louder. But unfortunately, you are starting to reach your breaking point once more. There isnât much left in you. You have to admit that your muscles are starting to grow tired. Your ability to hold back your orgasm becomes weaker. Letting a shaky breath escape your lips, you let go of Tiffanyâs hair. She falls face first into the mattress, accompanied by a surprised yelp.
âYouâre way too tight, Ms Hwang. Iâm gonna cum soon.â
Before she can react properly, you turn her over. Tiffany manages to take her hands off the garterbelt, before she lies on her back. Her messed up hair hides parts of her face as she looks up at you with anticipation. Before you started recording, the two of you decided on how to end your sex scene. As much as you wouldâve liked to cum in her mouth again, or maybe even inside her pussy, her suggestion wasnât that bad either.
Now that she is lying in a missionary position in front of you, you grab the red lace around her waist once more. Your phone is focused on her whole body yet again, as you begin your final sprint towards the end. Her stocking covered legs wrap around your hips, keeping you in place. She doesnât even have to do that. Nothing in this world could stop you from fucking her right now. You watch how your entire cock penetrates her pretty lips again and again. Her smooth skin around her cunt glistens with sweat and her own juices. Pulling Tiffany towards you, using the garterbelt, has you penetrate her as deep as possible yet again.
You feel your cock starting to throb. And judging by the increasing volume of her moans, so does she.
âYeah! Cum on me, baby!â
âFuck.â
You grunt in response, unable to hold yourself back as you fuck her as hard and deep as possible.Â
âPaint me! Make me your bitch!â
You know you wonât last a moment longer. You feel a familiar pull and you quickly try to pull out of Tiffanyâs warm cunt. Almost too late. A second later, you cum on her pussy.
âOh yes, baby. Claim my pussy.â
A groan leaves your mouth. Stars dance around in front of your eyes. Your knees buckle. You do your best, to keep your eyes open. You want to see what you did to Tiffany.
Her pussy is covered in your cum, her slightly brown lips sticky with semen. A small trail runs down her skin, heading towards her ass and the sheets.
The both of you are trying to catch your breath, once you finally finish. You keep recording her, showing how Tiffanyâs tits and her stomach move up and down, before you do a close up shot of her cum covered cunt.
âOh my gosh.â
You hear her sigh, a satisfied smile on her face. You watch and record how Tiffany reaches down and starts to play with your cum on her pussy. She slowly rubs her clit and occasionally lets a finger disappear inside her cunt.
âYou can turn it off now.â
You look at her and stop the recording. Staying silent, you wait for her verdict, although it seemed like she was satisfied with your performance.
âNot bad for a boy. I could see us doing this again.â
You canât hide your wide smile, excitement washing through your body.Â
âBut if you lied to me and this kind of theme doesnât help me at allâŠâ
âIt will.â
You sound surprisingly confident. But then again, who wouldnât be, after experiencing possibly the best sex in your life.
Tiffany nods and starts to get off the bed. You do the same, but you canât help but glance at her, while the two of you get dressed.
âLet's do the ending scene.â
Tiffany has slipped her panties back to their original place, put on her bra and thrown her silk robe over her shoulders.
The two of you now stand in front of the door, just like you planned earlier. You make sure that Tiffany is in focus, before hitting the record button once more. She opens the door a little, but then looks at the camera.
âI hope my daughter has another sleepover soon. I would hate it, if I would have to wait too long for you to come back.â
âDonât worry, Ms Hwang. Iâm sure she will do one again on her birthday.â
âOh! Youâre right.â
An excited smile plays around Tiffanyâs lips.
Then, she steps closer, her face almost touching yours. Her eyes become seductive once more.
âI wonât be able to wait till morning though, if I know youâre sleeping in the next room.â
She takes your free hand and guides it towards her core. Your fingers dive underneath her panties. You make sure that the camera captures that.
âIâm gonna try to sneak out as soon as I can. But we stayed up very late yesterday. I doubt we will go to bed earlier next time.â
âDonât worry about that.â
Her hand reaches down, cupping your balls.
âThe possibility is very slim. But if I do fall asleep earlyâŠâ
Tiffany whispers, before kissing your cheekbone, her hand now stroking your cock over your pants.
âDonât bother waking me up.â
Her voice becomes barely audible as she looks directly into your eyes, her other hand pushing your finger deep inside of her.
âJust put it in.â
âFuck, yes!â
You whisper, when you see that Tiffany has sent you a video. It's almost midnight and youâre lying in your bed, about to go to sleep. You have actual footage of you, fucking Yejiâs mom. After years and years of fights and humiliation, you finally hold the ultimate weapon in your hand. You know that Yeji will be at Eunhaâs party tomorrow. Now, you only need a plan for getting the video to her.
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CW: noncon; omegaverse stuff so ruts/heats + power and hierarchical omegaverse dynamics; shift in balance of power; claiming; gn!reader; rambly as hell bc im writing this while sleep deprived but! the worms. they are going through it!!!
alpha soap who, traditionally, goes for omegas but youâ
oh, how he wants you.
it was a fortunate coincidence, one that has johnny turning to the lord if only to give his thanks because he knows that none of this would have been possible if he just happened to be even a minute late. âthisâ being the shift in the wafting scents that filled up the little, and on the brink of bankruptcy, bookstore in the corner of the street.
itâs never packed in the weekdays so johnny often goes there to unwind when his senses are overstimulated, feeling his eyes straining in their sockets and his throat closing up almost like heâs having an allergic reactionâheâs had it checked before and leslie said he doesnât have any allergies.
patches are advertised but no one in this town ever sees them as priority because of how archaic the town still remains, but also because almost everyone is bonded. donât mind the fact that scent patches are not only for single folks but whatever.
point is that if johnny was tired, he would find reprieve in the bookstore long enough that he was able to gather his bearings and brave another trek around the city because a mission is still a mission, and overloaded senses just needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible.
today should not have been any different. today should have just been another quick break; another quiet lull as johnny forced the buzzing senses into silence enough that he could think again.
today should have just been another day.
but then johnny was opening the door to the bookstore at the same time that someone was walking outâknobby shoulders bump against hisâand johnnyâs emotions flare up, eating at the reason straining at his mind. something like a storm explodes in the corners of his head, and johnny really should have realized then what it was.
it was not just oversensitivity. it was not just another bout of overloaded senses. it wasâ
something warm churns from the base of his stomach, before winding down his body until it pools on the plane of his spine. it felt like molten glass or liquid mercury; dragging. marking.
sticky. liquorice.
johnny breathes in, the air passing through his mouth instead. then, something butteryâlike wine aged within the barrelâerupts on his tongue. it tastes like honeyed new wood.
like an alpha in a rut.
he turns, suddenly hyperaware of everything, before lashing his hand out to reach for the stranger before they could leave. the touch not soothing, and it has the alpha growling at johnny. the sound rumbles from the base of your throat, like an alligatorâs bellow, and yet it made johnnyâs gums ache. they want his teeth to gnaw. to tear. to mark.
you growl again, this time in warning, and johnny has spent enough ruts to understand what you want. you want to leave. to hightail out of the shop and maybe even the city, before crawling into your bedânot a nest, johnny trills to himself, not with how clean your scent is because youâre unmatedâto spend your rut alone.
lord, would you fuck your own fist? or fuck a toy for your knot? would you fuck your hole too? fill it up too, or could you only cum if you are the one doing the filling?
whatever it is, johnny promises to overwrite your lonely experience. heâs here now, after all, isnât he? and donât alphas need help?
so johnny still doesnât let go, his strength exceptional especially against an alpha whose rut is beginning to swell. instead, he replies to your growls with a snarl, one that is ripped from the rumble of his chest, before showing off his jagged fangs.
it is an archaic way of challenging an alpha, and he knows that no one follows the tradition anymore, but habit is difficult to change and johnny finds himself posturing against you, a shocked alpha whose raging storm of lust flickered just enough to allow johnny to fully tug you out of the bookstore and into the little winding path away from the streets. you protest, trying to shake him off, but you are so, so weak and johnny is so, so powerful, and he needs to do something before he could even think about letting you go.
johnnyâs seen it done a handful of times back at the base. itâs not something price usually dishes out, but it was something everyone knew he could do. and one that he could do well. johnny remembers seeing it for the first time and thinking that betrayal will never even cross his own mind because there is something far worse than having a target on oneâs back and that wasâ
it was toâ
force an alpha into submission.
johnny remembers kyleâs interest and ghostâs morbid curiosity. hell, he even remembers his own anticipation when their captain had dragged a traitor to the centre pit by the scruff, his pheromones overflowing and stifling like a heavy fog. johnny remembers how john had made it seem so easy; how he was able to coax a gentler scent out of connors when price had cornered the alpha to the point that he bore their captainâs full weight. then, johnny remembers the marking.
the way their captainâs teeth dug into connorsâ skin before tearing, and tearing, until the bite took. until the mangled mess left on connorsâ olive skin would be a permanent fixture.
until connorsâ alpha scent turned softer. prettier.
(price led connors to his room, and the two stayed there for days. no one questioned or teased because they all knew that bitching an alpha sometimes was better than breeding an omega.
and their captain had all the rights to call dibs on connors.)
johnny remembers all of this as he leads you away. his palms have turned clammy, gums aching once more with need. with ever-growing desire. he hears you hiss at him, snapping that he better let you go and that he fuck off before you do something heâd regret but johnny is deaf to all your threats because theyâre empty.
lord, he knows you could even barely stand up straight right nowâyour knees knock against each other with every wobbly step. but he lets you talk; lets you use your words as shield because johnny keeps leading you away from view.
he sees a secured nook, one that was hidden away from prying eyesâyouâre his, after allâand begins to settle.
to prepare for the feast now that the huntâs over.
he pushes you forward, until all your front is pressed against the wall. your cheek is smooshed, tiny pebbles digging into your skin, and he knows that all of that would be unpleasant later when the adrenalineâs gone, but johnny canât find it in himself to care. because he follows soon, folding himself over your back before burying his face on the crook of your neck.
you freeze. johnny takes that moment to take a deep drag of your smell.
your scent fills his senses once again, overtaking his coherence and bypassing his rationality to drown himself in the strong aroma wafting from you. itâs too good, too delicious, that it has johnny rumbling, pleased with himself for picking you up all for him because you will be, and are, his now.
the weight of his tongue and the throbbing of his gums echo his thoughts.
his. hishishisâ
âgod,â johnny croaks out, the first heâs said since this ordeal. âyou smell absolutely divine.â
âsir. sir, pleaseââ
âshh,â he says, pulling the collar of your shirt back. âitâd be over soon.â
ânoâ sir! i donâtâ pleaseââ
blood bursts in johnnyâs mouth and his alpha sings in pleasure.
mine. mineminemine.
#alpha x alpha#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#soap x reader#suns#im intrigued by this flavour of alpha/alpha dynamics bc theyre so artfully terrifying#âŠjapanese mangas have shown me farther wanders ive yet to understand
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hands-off, hands-on - a shigaraki x f!reader fic
This was inspired by this art and a comment left on it about the risks of trying to jerk off with a quirk like Decay. It was also inspired by @obsessedtomone and @scarlettcryptid, who encouraged me to write it and then to post it. The pun in the title was my idea and not their fault.
Shigaraki's quirk makes life difficult in a lot of ways, but there's only one he can't find a way around, and since you joined the League of Villains, it's gotten even worse. When the truth comes out at last, he's expecting it to be a disaster and nothing else. He definitely isn't expecting you to offer to help. (cross-posted to Ao3) Canonverse, one-shot, smut.
Shigaraki Tomuraâs quirk is everything to him. Itâs how he found himself alone in the world as a five-year-old, even if he canât remember the details. Itâs why Sensei took an interest in him, why Sensei took him in, why Sensei chose him to carry on his work. Itâs the perfect tool for someone like Shigaraki, who hates everything, who wants nothing more than to destroy everything he doesnât like. Decay is the best thing thatâs ever happened to Shigaraki. And at the same time, it absolutely, categorically sucks.
Shigaraki might hate everything, but he doesnât hate it all the time, and the times when he doesnât hate it are times when heâd love to be able to just have whatever it is without being one wrong move away from ruining it. Name a thing he likes, and his quirk is ready and waiting to fuck it up â gaming, eating, sleeping, even reading the fucking newspaper. He can do all those things four-fingered, if he stays focused. Itâs the stuff he canât stay focused on thatâs impossible.
He canât stay focused when heâs horny, at least not enough to keep from potentially Decaying his dick off. Shigaraki doesnât actually know if his quirk works on himself, and heâs not interested in finding out. And that means that no matter how horny Shigaraki gets or how many poorly timed boners he pops, jerking off is permanently off the table.
Thatâs not to say Shigarakiâs never finished. He has. Heâs spent so much time humping pillows that he had to learn to do his own laundry. But thereâs something really pathetic about being twenty years old with two working hands and still be stuck grinding on a pillow to make himself come, and it always takes so stupidly long. Now that Shigarakiâs got the League of Villains, now that heâs got plans to make and Senseiâs legacy to fulfill, he doesnât have that kind of time. When he wakes up with the worldâs worst morning wood after a dream he doesnât remember clearly, thereâs nothing he can do but wait for it to go away.
It fades â enough â but the feeling doesnât, and eventually Shigaraki doesnât have a choice but to drag himself out of bed. He slinks from his room to the bar, hoping itâll be empty, with the rest of the League out and about preparing for the mission and Kurogiri somewhere nearby if Shigaraki needs him but not actually right there to ask him whatâs bothering him. Shigaraki can pour his own drinks. Maybe he can get out of this if he gives himself whiskey dick on purpose. Kurogiriâs not in the bar, just like he was hoping, but itâs not empty, either. Youâre there, sprawled out over the bar with a sweating glass of water on a coaster in front of you.
Shigarakiâs jaw clenches at the sight. âWhat are you doing here?â he demands, and you look up. âDonât you have something to do?â
âI did it already.â You yawn. âUsing my quirk tires me out.â
âReally?â Shigaraki canât keep the irritation out of his voice. âMaking people stupid is that exhausting?â
Your quirk is a weird one. It lets you increase or decrease a targetâs ability to plan, reason, problem-solve, remember things, and learn â in other words, their intelligence. âFrom this distance, for as many people as you need me to hit?â You yawn again and drop your head back down to the bar. âYeah. Remember, I have to keep them all being stupid the same way, right up until itâs too late. Or your plan wonât work.â
Shigaraki had the pieces of the plan before he made you use your quirk on him, but once you used the quirk on him, he did some fine-tuning on the strategy, and he came up with the idea of using your quirk the opposite way, too. While the rest of the League is planning to make the attack on UAâs summer training camp a success, youâre using your quirk every day on the heroes in charge of planning the camp itself. Shigarakiâs not actually going to know if it works until after the attack, and that pisses him off. âGo nap somewhere else, then.â
âIâm not going to bother you,â you say. âWhere else am I supposed to go, anyway? Your room?â
Shigarakiâs this close to saying yes, just to get you to leave, before he remembers what his room looks like â and remembers that he spent a while trying to see if grinding one out would work this time. He canât kick you out of the hideout. You look like shit, and youâll attract a lot of attention. âFine. Shut up.â
âYep.â You fold your arms on the bar and rest your head on them, shutting your eyes.
Even when you arenât looking at him or talking, your presence bothers Shigaraki. Itâs bothered him since the beginning â as much as heâs bothered by the others, in a different way than heâs bothered by the others. While the others can at least manage to avoid pissing Shigaraki off, thereâs nothing you do that doesnât cause some kind of problem. If youâre talking to him too much, heâs annoyed because he doesnât know why youâre talking to him. If youâre not talking to him, heâs pissed about that, too. If youâre not around, heâs mad that youâre avoiding him, and if you are around, he wishes you werenât. The fact that youâre here was a big problem for him even before he started having the dreams.
Shigaraki canât remember the details of last nightâs dream, but he knows you were in it. He pours himself a drink, takes the bottle with him, and sits down at the far end of the bar from you. You donât look up again, and Shigaraki finishes his first drink, then half of his second, with no improvement on the situation. He shifts on the barstool, trying to get more comfortable. He needs to find something else to do. Something that will distract him from how stupidly horny he is.
Youâre right there, and being irritated with you for doing anything at all is as good a distraction as anything else. âIf all youâre doing is making a couple of heroes slightly dumber, youâre not really pulling your weight, are you?â
You donât stir, but Shigaraki sees your shoulders stiffen. âWhat else should I be doing?â
âMore,â Shigaraki says. You lift your head to look at him dead on, and Shigaraki hates that so much that he loses his train of thought for a second. âI donât want them slightly dumber. I want them so stupid they canât walk in a straight line. You have to get closer to them for that? So get closer. Get out of here and ââ
âIf I make them that stupid, the heroes will know that somethingâs wrong,â you interrupt. âMy quirkâs in the government databases. If I do anything too obvious, theyâll know Iâm working with you, and theyâll change their plans. Or theyâll change who theyâre using to execute those plans. For my quirk to work on someone, I need to know who they are.â
Shigaraki knows how your quirk works. Heâs not stupid. âI could do what you want me to do, but it would ruin your plans,â you say. âI donât want to do that.â
âThen what do you want?â
âI wanted to take a nap,â you say. You sit up straight on your stool, get to your feet and start towards Shigaraki. âNow I want to know what I did to piss you off.â
Youâre coming closer. Shigaraki feels a surge of panic. âGet away from me.â
âNo.â You sit down one barstool away from Shigaraki, but still way too close for comfort. Shigarakiâs skin feels hot, and in spite of the fact that he left his room wearing sweatpants, theyâre getting tight. âYou let me join the League, but ever since I got here, I canât do anything right. Youâre mad at me all the time, and today youâre even madder than usual.â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are,â you say. You keep staring. Shigaraki looks away, and you say the first thing heâs ever heard you say that makes you sound like a villain. âEither you can tell me the truth, or Iâll use my quirk on myself and figure it out.â
Shigarakiâs stomach lurches. âI thought you were too tired to use your quirk.â
âNot on myself,â you say. Shigaraki glances back at you. Youâre almost smiling. Heâs seen you smile before, talking to Toga or Magne, but not like that. âYou can tell me, or Iâll find out on my own. Your choice.â
Youâre not screwing around. Shigaraki thinks fast. He could Decay you, but â Shigaraki writes off the thought before he can even complete it. He has to tell you something, and it has to be convincing. But he doesnât have to tell you everything to keep you from using your quirk. Itâs going to be humiliating, but nowhere close to as humiliating as the whole truth, and he opens his mouth and spits it out. âIâm horny.â
You blink. âSo jerk off.â
âI canât.â Shigaraki sees your eyebrows lift, skeptical as hell, and loses patience, even as his face heats up. âMy quirk. Anything I touch with five fingers ââ
âAnd you canât jerk off without ââ You break off mid-question, looking just as uncomfortable as Shigaraki feels. âSo youâve never ââ
âNo, I have, I just ââ This is way more information than you need to know. Shigaraki grits his teeth. âYou wanted an answer. Thereâs your answer. Leave me alone.â
You donât leave Shigaraki alone. You actually move over onto the stool next to his. âSo youâre just going to be a dick to me any time youâre horny.â
Itâs your fault Shigarakiâs horny. Before you showed up, he could deal with things on his own, but now instead of videos and games to fixate on he has fantasies â because he can imagine about what youâd look like under him, what youâd sound like, what youâd feel like. All of which are the worst possible things for Shigaraki to be thinking about right now. Heâs completely hard, again. Maybe you can tell, or maybe youâre using your quirk on him after all, because youâre making a really weird face. âIf youâre going to be a dick any time youâre horny ââ
You break off. Shigaraki thinks, fleetingly, about Decaying you. At this point heâd rather Decay himself, because if even he kills you, heâll still have to remember that this happened. You take a deep breath, let it go. âDo you want help?â
Shigarakiâs mind blue-screens for a second. âWhat?â
âIf this is why youâre like this, then itâs easy to fix,â you repeat. Your hands are clenched into fists on your thighs, and you slowly uncurl them. âDo you want me to help?â
âHelp with what?â
âJerking off,â you say. You make an awkward gesture, and every muscle in Shigarakiâs body goes tense as he imagines your hands around his cock. You have to be messing with him. Thereâs no way youâre actually offering â that. âYes or no?â
âYes.â Shigaraki finishes his drink and stands up before he can think any more about it. He grimaces as his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, and feels a surge of embarrassment when he realizes youâre looking at it â but itâll be over soon. In the face of getting some, and getting it from you, nothing else matters. âLetâs go.â
Shigarakiâs nerves kick in on the walk back to his room. Not enough to make the hard-on heâs coping with fade even slightly, but enough to remind him that this is probably a bad idea. But youâre following him, and you havenât changed your mind. Shigarakiâs not chickening out first. The nerves get worse when he opens the door to his room and realizes what a mess it is. âUh ââ
âWhere do you usually sit?â You donât look impressed â or disgusted, now that Shigaraki thinks about it. âOn the bed?â
Shigaraki sits down on the bed â which he didnât make, because he never makes it â and you sit down next to him. You donât do anything. âI thought you were going to help me.â
âShow me what you do,â you say. Shigaraki stares at you. His heart is racing, his pulse hammering so hard that he feels it everywhere. âGo as far as you can, and then Iâll keep doing what you do.â
That makes sense, probably. Shigarakiâs mind is startling to scramble. He decides to think about it later and catches the hem of his shirt, hiking it up and out of the way. He knows from experience that itâll slide back, so he pins it between his teeth and reaches down to his waistband, shoving at it until his pants are down around his thighs and his cock is free.
His hard-on looks like it feels. Uncomfortable, leaking, hot to the touch when he wraps three fingers and his thumb around his shaft. Shigaraki tries a few of the same insufficient strokes as always and feels the muscles in his abdomen and thighs clench. Itâs not enough. Itâs never enough. A frustrated sound edges out around the fabric in Shigarakiâs mouth. Arenât you supposed to help him? He looks at you. Youâre looking away.
âHey,â Shigaraki says, the hem of the shirt falling from his mouth, and you look at him. âYou wanted to help. Pay attention.â
Your face is flushed. You nod, and you reach out â but only so you can grasp the hem of Shigarakiâs shirt and pull it out of the way again, your knuckles brushing over his abdomen in a way that makes him twitch. Youâre sitting closer to him now than you were before, close enough that he can almost feel the heat of your body, and imagine how it would feel to have you pressed against him. One of your hands is holding his shirt up. The other comes to rest on his lower abdomen, fingertips brushing through his hair, centimeters away from the base of his cock.
Shigaraki squirms involuntarily, trying to move your hand lower and jeopardizing his own strokes at the same time. Even when he lifts his hips to meet his own hand, he canât lose control the way he wants to, canât chase the feeling he needs. He needs it. He needs it and heâs never come even close to having it, until now. Shigaraki tries to focus. Youâre only going to help once heâs gone as far as he can, so heâd better get there as fast as possible.
He shouldnât have told you to pay attention. Now youâre watching everything, your face still flushed and your eyes glued to Shigarakiâs every move, taking everything in. Do you like this? Do you like watching Shigarakiâs pathetic attempts to get himself off? Whether you like it or not, youâre still touching him when you donât have to. Shigarakiâs fingers tighten involuntarily around his cock, his fourth finger almost coming down, and he loosens up in a hurry. But thatâs no good, either. He tries again.
Itâs the same as always. Shigaraki makes it one or two strokes before it gets dangerous, enough to show him what he could have and not enough to get him there. Heâs sweaty and his heart is beating too hard and the same frustrated tears as always are stinging his eyes. He curses, lets go â and a warm hand slides between his legs to replace his.
Shigaraki almost comes on the spot. It takes every ounce of willpower he has, and he almost blows it again as he watches you adjust your hold on him, shaping your hand more closely around his cock. Youâre slow about it, but you sure as hell arenât hesitant. Shigaraki canât look for longer than a few strokes. Itâs too humiliating to see the intensity of his own reaction, precum oozing from the tip of his cock and his hips jerking upwards into your hand. He clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes.
âHey. Pay attention.â Are you making fun of him? Shigaraki opens his eyes and finds you looking at him. âI need to know if Iâm doing it right.â
âWhat do you think?â Shigaraki forces the words out through gritted teeth. âDo you need me to tell you youâre doing a good job or something?â
âThat might be nice,â you muse. Your hold on him loosens slightly â not enough to complain about, more than enough to read as a threat. âSince I canât do anything else right around here, I at least want to be good at getting you off.â
Your grip tightens again, and you run your thumb lightly over the tip of Shigarakiâs cock at the end of the next stroke. Shigaraki couldnât pull a move like that if his fucking life depended on it, which it would. He was going to tell you not to ask stupid questions, like if youâre good at getting him off when heâs two seconds away from blowing his load all over himself, but instead he moans, so loudly that people can probably hear it two streets away. You replay the same stroke, slower this time, pulling Shigarakiâs back into an arch to match the upward motion of your hand, and then you spend a few seconds just toying with his tip, barely touching him at all.
Are you trying to make him squirm? Shigaraki hates that itâs working, hates that you wonât just give him what he needs â but then youâre back to stroking his cock again, and Shigaraki relaxes, as much as itâs possible to relax. It feels good, even better than he thought it would. And even better than that, because he doesnât have to do anything. All he has to do is sit back and enjoy it.
âHold your shirt up,â you say, and Shigaraki grabs it clumsily. Your now-free hand traces quickly down Shigarakiâs chest, along his stomach, skidding sideways over his hip before sliding between his legs. Thereâs not room for both of your hands. Shigaraki spreads his legs without thinking twice.
You make a weird sound â maybe a gasp. âStop that,â you say, but now youâre cradling his balls in addition to stroking his cock, so Shigarakiâs not interested in stopping much of anything. âItâs working.â
No shit itâs working. Shigarakiâs entire body is wound tight, so much that he canât even twitch or thrust or squirm â all he can do is strain, agonizingly tense, every atom of his body focused on the motion of your hands. Shigaraki squeezes his eyes shut. His shirt crumbles away as he claws at it, the sheets on his bed going the same way a second later as he fights to ground himself. He needs more. Shigaraki needs to come right now, before he grabs onto something he canât replace.
The word struggles out of his mouth sideways, twisted and strained just like the rest of him. âPlease ââ
You donât answer him, but Shigaraki feels you shift closer to him. He opens his eyes and youâre right there, close enough that he can feel your breath against his skin. Youâre watching him, head tilted, lips parted, so close. Shigarakiâs so close, and he needs more from you. He seizes the front of your shirt to pull you down to him, only for it to Decay when youâre halfway there. But Shigaraki gets lucky. You lean in the rest of the way and press your lips against his.
Itâs not because of that. Shigarakiâs coming hard enough to see stars, hard enough that he blacks out for a second, but itâs not because youâre kissing him. His cum spills everywhere, onto his sweatpants and his stomach and over your fingers, and you keep stroking him with slick hands. You donât pull away until Shigarakiâs whining against your mouth and youâve drawn out every drop of cum he has to give.
And then you sit back, and let go, and look away. âI need a new shirt.â
Youâre sitting next to him, on his bed, in just your bra. The sight would get Shigaraki hard again in an instant if you hadnât just made him come hard enough to disconnect his spine. He raises a shaky hand and points to his hoodie, slung over the back of his computer chair, but you donât go for it. Instead you get up and head to the bathroom to wash your hands.
Shigaraki needs to wash everything. His sweatpants, himself â the stupid mattress, since he was dumb enough to Decay the sheets off it right before he blew what feels like the biggest load in history. What else was he supposed to do, though? No way was he going to be able to control himself while you worked him over. No way is he going to be able to think about anything else the next time he sees you do anything with your hands. Or with your mouth.
It occurs to Shigaraki vaguely that while heâs solved the initial problem of being too horny to function, heâs set himself up for something even worse â more dreams, made all the more vivid because heâs got experience to back them up. He might be good to go for now. Probably for the rest of the day, since itâll be a miracle if he can do anything other than clean up and take a nap. But heâll be right back where he started the next time he wakes up from another dream about you.
The water from the sink shuts off, and a moment later you come back out, snagging Shigarakiâs hoodie off the chair and pulling it on over your bra. Shigaraki feels a faint twinge of foreboding at the sight, but it fades fast. Sure, he could wake up tomorrow morning with the boner from hell and itâll be all your fault. But now heâs got a way out of it, and the way out of it is so good that what it takes to get there barely even matters. And heâs in a good enough mood to admit to himself that you do things right a lot more than you do things wrong.
Which reminds him â âHey,â Shigaraki says, still humiliatingly breathless, and you pause in the act of pulling the hood up. âYou did a good job.â
He might still be out of breath, but your face is still flushed. âGood,â you say, and you turn to leave. Shigaraki doesnât hear you speak again until youâre already out the door. âNext time Iâll do better.â
Better might kill him. Next time. Shigaraki pulls up his sweatpants so his dick isnât hanging out, makes no other effort at cleaning up, and falls asleep with something that feels like a smile on his face.
#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x you#x reader#reader insert#man door hand hook car door#a bisquared production
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Youâve got the same eyes as your mother | Riddle Rosehearts animatic đč|
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Iâm not really happy with how this turned out but Iâm gonna be honest, Iâm just doing anything possible to avoid having to work on stuff I should he working on and drawing is suddenly difficult again, but we keep fighting! Fuck it we ballâŒïž
(Did you notice I didnât want to draw the Heartslabyul boys? I love them dearly but theyâre my least favorites to draw by FAR, because Ace ily but that hair makes my hands want to explode)
Anyways, here is my little Riddle analisys! Its so tragic to see how much like his mom heâs become. Riddle really isnât mean or evil, heâs trying to help his dorm in basically the only way he knows how. Perhaps it also shows how abuse victims can become abusers themselves, but on a smaller scale? I am not well read on this topic though, so I hope thatâs not insensitive to say. Itâs just cool to see how most of the Overblotters become like the people that played a big part in their lives. Azul becomes a âbullyâ, Jamil becomes a âmasterâ who uses others like servants, Leona becomes dismissive of others, and Riddle becomes like his mom. There are parallels there I think!
You know, Riddle is a very interesting character. Out of all the Overblotters, Iâd say heâs the least âevilâ person (thatâs not to say that the others are evil), in the way that heâs the least selfish, and heâs also the only one who properly apologized. Though, the others also apologized in their own way of course.
Riddle really convinced himself that was he was doing was good, that he was in the right and that he was only protecting the dorm and teaching them the proper way. One of my favorite moments from book 1 was when Riddle cried and apologized, and said that he really wanted to eat that chestnut cake, and he doesnât like most of the rules! Also of course the line âwhat rule do I have to follow to make my heart stop hurtingâ, it truly is devastating.
Sometimes I wonder how Riddle feels when he looks in the mirror, and he sees someone so similar to his mother. He probably feels conflicted, right? He loves her and knows sheâs highly succesful, but why does he feel sick at the thought of him being similar to her? I find it interesting how dual and contradictory the overblotters are, and Riddle is no different. I have this headcanon that his housewarden uniform is modeled slightly after his mom, and after his Overblot he changes his uniform, and it resembles her less. I really like Riddleâs character, but I donât think about him that much. Maybe I should do that more often?
I hope you guys like my interpretation of him and my rambling, and if you didnât Iâd love to hear your interpretation! And if I got something wrong, please correct me in the comments!!
#twisted wonderland#twst#riddle rosehearts#heartslabyul#animatic#fanart#art#my art#disney twisted wonderland#noahsart#ăăŁășăăŒ ăă€ăčăăăăŻăłăăŒă©ăłă#ăă€ăčăăăăăłăă©ăŒăłă#ăȘăă«ă»ăăŒășăăŒă#overblot#riddle Rosehearts animatic#riddle Rosehearts art#twst riddle#twst headcanons#twst heartslabyul#twst art#twst animatic#twst angst#angst#disney twst#twst fanart#riddleâs mom#twisted wonderland riddle#riddle Roseheartsâ mom#mrs rosehearts
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rex or cecil (or both, separately) discovering that the reader is a viltrumite who actually wants to conquer earth and never actually cared about them đ the angstier the better :)
Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader
(someone on here just declared me the savior of Cecil fans and Iâm riding that high so fair warning)
(also I might try and make these prettier like w/ images and stuff once I start using my laptop and not my phone for theseâŠ. Would you guys like that?)
anyways, fic below the cut!
Rex Splode
Itâs the end of season one, and your uncle and supervisor, Nola Grayson aka Omniman, has just smashed your cousins face into a mountain.
Youâre only a few feet away, having declared your allegiance to the Viltrumite Empire when Mark wouldnât see the way of things
back at Guardian Hq, Rex is like crashing out hard
Like. Black Samson is hugging him to keep him from breaking shit.
that bad.
back with mark and Uncle Nolan
âWhat about you Y/n?! What about Rex? Did you ever even love him?!!!â Mark screams accusatorially, his body beaten into the contours of the hard rock crater, and it takes all his strength to spit out his question
You pause for a minute, finger curled and rested below your lower lip as you processed and considered.
âI mean, of course I like him. But Mark-â your tone is soft and gentle, like a schoolteacher âbut heâs careless and stupid, heâll die before he ever does anything of consequence.â You smiled wantonly, closing your eyes ^^
Rex canât believe what heâs hearing, youâd been dating since you were fourteen- youâd became Teen Team members together and joined the Guardians at the same time.
You were the one who convinced him to get his GED
You were the one who patched him up by hand when heâd get into fights as a teen
He lost his virginity to you- and stayed faithful the entire five year relationship- do you KNOW how difficult that is for canon serial-cheater Rex?!!
He looked at the screen and tried to figure it out
You must be being controlled or blackmailed or something.
but Black Samson decides enough is enough and cuts the power, convincing Rex to focus on the mission at hand: helping those trapped in the wreckage of Omniman and Invincibles fight.
So off he goes, exploding rubble and pulling people out of the wreckage
And suddenly there you are
You donât know he knows
He finds You when you pull a giant boulder off a group of preteens stuck in a broken mall
âHey babe! Iâm glad you guys started without me- sorry Iâm late, I had to help Mark.â
Heâs sick to his stomach just looking at you
You float down after safely depositing the boulder.
âHaiiiii :3â you lean over and give him a quick kiss, prying your hands into his
He remembers just this morning promising to pick you up and twirl you the next time he saw you, but that was when you were rushing off to support Mark
Now heâs just some dumb pet youâve been keeping on the side.
why?
His body is frozen stiff and thereâs not much chance of him moving anytime soon
you tilt your head and furrow your brow
hes acting weird
âWhatâs wro-â
âFuck you!â
the gaggle of preteens from a minute ago are eating this shit up
âRex- what? What are you-â
the look in his eyes confirms your worst nightmare. he knows.
the way the light and warmth fade from your eyes confirms Rexâs worst nightmare. You know he knows.
fuck.
well here it goes
âFuck you- Iâm not some fucking pet, Iâm not your little puppet man I donât do a fucking puppet dance!â His palms are glowing red by his side, clenched into tight fists.
âhow dare you! Howwwww fu-cking DARE YOU!â Heâs just yelling, and Monster Girl comes over to remove him, not wanting him to get his fucking head taken off by the newly evil Viltrumite person she thought was her teammate
âAhahhahahahaaaaa donât mind him, he had a dream about you cheating! Haha!!!â Sheâs covering his mouth with him tucked under her arm, fucking hightailing it as fast as she can
But not fast enough. The jig is up, you can feel it. Might as well tie up loose ends.
Theres nobody around to witness you punch Monster Girls heart through her chest, clenching her first and popping it like a water balloon all over you and Rex.
Youre standing over him now, heâs on the ground looking up at you
âDid it mean anything? Did I even matter to you?!â He demands, shaking his head viciously
âOh⊠oh RexâŠâ your schoolteacher voice is back as you crouch down, pushing a piece of his hair behind his ear
âOf course it did, I loved you.â You paused a beat âBut it was more like how you love a pet.â You cooed, continuing to push his hair around, like you were petting him
he smacked your hand away, and you caught it by the wrist, snapping it
âBut I think this little blip has run its course.â
he watched helplessly as you stepped on his chest with one foot, bringing yourself to your feet and hovering the other over his face
âIm breaking up with youâ
crunch.
his brains spilled over the pavement, mixing with the blood from Amandaâs heart.
you grimaced at the sight of your first love splayed out on the city sidewalk in front of you, mushy under your boot.
Youd miss him, you thought to yourself. But you could always find another one.
Cecil Stedman (much smaller bc Iâm weak)
After the events of season one and Shapesmith , Cecil canât help but need verification on the identity on every Guardian of the Globe.
which means blood tests for everyone
you secretly swap yours with human blood
but Cecil takes your blood while you sleep, nice try.
Itâs not that he suspects you, but because he need to be sure
he doesnât have a job where he can just fuck around.
and the test results come back Viltrumite, like Mark and Nolanâs blood yours is uniquely shaped
hes surprised he didnât notice it before when doing standard labs on you.
and now heâs stuck between a rock and a hard place.
The next few months are him pretending not to know while desperately trying to find a way to shut you downâŠ. All while praying youâre here for good reasons.
Mark is the only one whoâs been told about you, but god⊠heâs just a teenager, and he wants information you ought to have.
and he learns some stuff.
âMark, ask them about their origin, get them to admit why they came to earth!â
Mark inquires as to what led you to earth, and you take a moment to be vulnerable.
âYknow, I know you donât agree with your dad, but Iâm also a Viltrumite sent to colonize earth- although Iâm just here as backup for when Nolan gets back.â You shrugged, a sanguine smile like always
âwhat about the guardians? What about Cecil?â
you raised an eyebrow âoh come on, Nick. Cecilâs ancient and Iâm going to live for thousands of years. Heâll be dead before I begin to wrinkle. I was only with him to give Nolan an eye on the inside.â
Cecil is slackjawed at this, and scrambling to find some sort of way to- kill you?
could Cecil even do that?
heartless gilf he is, he loves you
he loved you
and he thought you loved him
He married you for christs sake- he swore to god and the government and every superhero on earth that heâd protect you and stay by your side until he died.
but thisâŠ. FuckâŠ.
were you even the person he married?
Donald had to take over while Cecil spiraled, coordinating every bomb to stay trained on your location, and instructing Mark to get you somewhere remote.
âmaaaark, why are we in the dessert?â
Mark didnât have a good answer
âOh, yknow. Itâs scenic.â
you raised an eyebrow
weird but wtv, mark was a weird dude you guessed
Then Mark gets all panicky
âoh uh I forgot my camera! Iâll be right back stay here!â
and heâs gone
and the fucking BOMBS START DEPLOYING WHAT THE FUCK-
You call Cecil over your earpiece, trying to get a grip on whatâs even happening
When he picks up his voice is stoic and cold
âI know what you are, surrender or die.â
oh shit.
ohhhhhh shit
Mark you little weasel.
You fly straight for HQ, crashing into the building in front of Cecil
Itâs a classic showdown, you looking down at him and him looking up at you
in better circumstances you wouldâve kissed him
instead he narrows his eyes and furrows his brow further, taking a step forward, your noses pressed together
âYou heard me. Surrender or die.â
you cocked your head âAnd what if I kill you and everyone here?â
He falters, a glimpse of fear and sadness in his eyes
âThen you better do it before my men have you dead on the ground.â
you stare right back at him, waiting to see who breaks.
His scarred mouth twitches, a muscle memory from when he wouldâve kissed you for being this close
not anymore.
You knit your brows together, pain coloring your expression
âI⊠I canât do it.â
before Cecil can respond, much like Nolan, you fly off into space, leaving Cecil a wreck
He flings his wedding band at the big monitor, cracking it with the force of the unbeatable metal
unbreakable like your vows
like hell.
Donald watches as he grits his teeth and gets to work minimizing damages
Never again.
#invincible#invincible show#rex sloan#invincible rex splode#invincible season 3#invincible fanfic#invincible spoilers#invincible x reader#rex splode#rex splode x reader#cecil stedman#invincible cecil#mark grayson invincible#mark grayson#nolan grayson#omni man
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Loved the fanfic of Sub!Giselle! đ
Can you make a part two author nim, but make it longer?? Pleasee??
But no pressure! Take your time and have a break author nim!! Love youu đđ«¶
i didn't expect so many ppl to see my work omg...đ«Łbut ofc!! i think this might be the only sub idol thing i write bc it took so long to get out of that mindset myselfđđhope u like this âĄ
part 1 for anyone who missed it, but it's also a standalone so it doesn't matter which order u read it in <3

tags: this is actually a very cute fic if you ignore the sex, sub gigi, bratty gigi, sexually frustrated gigi, sex(đ€©), pussy eating (both recieving), face sitting, gigi has pierced nipples, mommy kink, ass slapping (gigi recieving)
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Living with your girlfriend was a test of patience you were constantly failing. It wasnât just that she was brattyâit was the artistry behind her annoyance. She made being difficult seem like a sport, and you were her unlucky opponent. Gigi loved you very much, but sometimes you couldn't help but think she did this to rile you up on purpose. The reason for this? You would find out soon enough <33
"Can you not breathe so loud?" she asked one morning, flipping through her phone at the breakfast table.
You paused mid-chew, glaring at her. "Iâm eating cereal."
"And Iâm eating in peaceâor I was," she snapped, taking a delicate sip of her iced Americano, which sheâd made you buy because "I just can't function without caffeine."
She left dishes in the sink like a declaration of war. âIâm giving you a chance to prove your cleaning skills,â she said with a smirk when you confronted her, her lacy bra strap slipping down her pale shoulder. It was almost like she did that just for your attention...
âGiselle, youâre literally standing next to the dishwasher.â
âYeah, but my nails are wet,â she whined, holding up perfectly dry, manicured fingers. âYouâre welcome for the visual.â
And donât get started on her shopping habits. Packages arrived daily, piling up at the door like a shrine to her online shopping addiction. One time, she ordered a $200 sweater and wore it ONCE.
âWhy didnât you return it if you didnât like it?â you asked, baffled.
âBecause the hassle is too much. I dont have time for that. Im a busy woman,â she purred, draped across the couch, in an inviting manner.
If you so much as hinted at getting frustrated, she doubled down. âAww, is living with me too much for you?â she teased one night, stealing the last slice of pizza youâd specifically saved for yourself. âPoor thing.â
But the worst was how she always needed the last word. Arguments with her were unwinnable, because no matter what, sheâd throw out a smug, âYouâre just mad that Iâm fucking right,â and leave the room, huffing.
Some days you wondered why you hadnât packed your bags yet. But then sheâd do something annoyingly cute, like poke her head into your room at 3 a.m., blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
âI canât sleep. Wanna watch something?â
You sighed, and begrudgingly made space for your girlfriend. God, she knew how to make you stop being mad at her so easily, and all she had to do was flash a smile in your direction.
She removed her blanket to reveal a silky lingerie set, in a colour matching her beautiful hair. She crawled over to sit on your lap, her sultry gaze meeting your surprised one. "Put a show on already," she whined, "accidentally" grinding on you.
You realised just then, as you grabbed the remote that Giselle was frustrated because you didn't fuck her for 2 days (a new record for your little slut). Oh, you didn't realise how much fun u were gonna have with her <33
An hour passed, and you forgot just how annoying your girlfriend was. Only 15 minutes were spent watching the movie, the other 45 spent arguing with Aeri over the smallest stuff. How you sat, how your room looked, how bad the movie you chose was, and you've just about had it with her.
Your hand snaked up her back, as she yapped, and tightened, before flipping her over so that she was face down into the mattress. A small yelp was heard, but you didn't care. This brat was gonna pay.
Youre both in the middle of the bed, and you dragged Aeri by her hair so that she rested her head on the pillow instead. She moaned at the sharp pain in her scalp, the sound so lewd and pornographic. "Baby, if you wanted to get fucked so bad, just fucking ask, okay? Don't piss me off, I'm not a patient person," you snarled at her.
Her pussy clenched at your tone of voice, back arching into you. Within minutes, you had her ass up and her hands tied behind her back, with one of your hands roughly gripping her hip, holding her down, the other pushing her head down into the pillow as you thrust the dark strap inside of her dripping cunt. You slapped her ass a few times, the flesh jiggling, her guttural moans escaping her mouth. The muffled cries and moans sounded like music to your ears, bringing you both closer to your edge, but you weren't gonna let Giselle off. No, not yet.
You removed the strap and threw it aside, and she groaned loudly at the action. "What the fuck are you- a-ah.." You slapped her before she could even complain, and told her that if she doesn't make you cum in the next 5 minutes, she's not gonna cum at all tonight. The threat of Aeri's pleasure being taken away had her scrambling, her lips connecting to you clit, and the moans you were letting out had her encouraged.
"F- fuck... that's a good g-girl..." You gasped, pushing Gigi's head into your pussy. Hearing your praises got her dripping again, and she sighed into your cunt, the action bringing you closer and closer to your climax.
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you screamed out loud, thighs closing like an oyster around your beloved pearl, Aeri, who whined as she tasted your sweet essence, pleased to have made her girl happy. "My turn, please, mommy? I've been s'good to you..." You obliged, already losing your anger.
"Come here, Gigi," you softly murmured, and she obeyed, eagerly pushing you down, her pussy hovering above your face. You wrapped your hands around her plush thighs, pulling her so that her full body weight rested on your face. She immediately started grinding, and you plunged your tongue into her, swirling inside of her warm, pussy.
While sucking on her clit, your reached up to twist her pierced nipples, and Giselle threw back her head, squealing, reaching her high withing seconds, squirting all over your face. "M-mommy.... h-hah..." Aeri's body twitched, and she slumped beside you, completely fucked out.
Shakily, you got up and started to run water in the bath, before coming back to nuzzle into her neck. Giselle reciprocated, her arms wrapping around you, holding you closer.
Although she could be too much, you wouldn't trade her for the world.
#urno1luv#aespa x reader#aespa smut#giselle aespa#giselle x reader#giselle x fem reader#kpop scenarios#kpop smut#girl group smut#girl group x female reader
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Hey man, my workout bro gave me a new pre-workout shake to try and it's really been helping me bulk up, but I always feel really â UUUUURRP â fuck man, I'm always really bloated after drinking them. Fuck though, they taste so good, and I've been putting on mass like crazy... I've also put on a little pudge as well, but I should be able to work that off, right?

You've been chugging that down like it's water haven't you dude, well that's fine. It was your choice to drink all of it even when the product was designed for a guy to take one serving in his whole life.
The product you took was designed to mutate the metabolism to help guys who are serious about lifting be able to absorb and process more food without it technically putting them through a bulk.
However you decided to drink a lot more than what one guy needs and its caused you to develop a lot of side effects. The first of which you've already noticed, belching non stop and always being bloated but that's just the easy stuff. Soon you'll begin to sweat like a pig and not just whilst you work out, your body will generate so much extra heat whilst it tries to turn anything you eat into size that it'll cause you to be a walking sauna, heat radiating out of your body and a cloud of steam coming off you at all times, but that steam isn't just an aesthetic, it'll reek, you might even find guys gagging from the terrible smell as you walk past. Of course making your body redirect so much nutrients isn't without its consequences, you'll probably start to notice your dick is getting smaller each day and pretty soon you won't even notice when you have a hard on, but don't worry, your pants will still be getting tighter as not only your thighs are getting bigger but the muscles in your ass are being pumped full of size getting big and swollen making it difficult to put on things like jeans.
and of course the pudge, drinking so much is causing your body to just now throw on size however it can, you'll still be mostly muscle but you'll always have a slightly jiggly layer over the top.

but lets talk about what's really going to start happening. That last sip this morning was the thing that will push you over the edge, you've fucked yourself now. You'll always be hungry, never full again. There will always be room for one more bite or one more sip of a protein shake and 100% of what you eat will be converted straight into muscle and size. There is no need for you to work out anymore, in fact its probably a waste of time to try and work out you'll gain more size by just stuffing your face.
After every mouthful you'll find yourself forced to belch, you'll always feel heavy sluggish and bloated. Feeling your mass bounce as you walk. You've earned the nickname Bubbles from your mates as whenever they hang out with you the only thing they can hear is you stomach bubbling away churning food into raw size only ever interrupted as you grumble in discomfort rubbing your tight layered abs as you belch loudly and uncontrollably
Enjoy being a big bloated beast Bubbles...
#male transformation#muscle#muscle transformation#male tf#tf story#transformation#gay transformation#musk
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Angel's Blood
Aziraphale x GN!Vampire!Reader + a hint of Crowley
18+ ONLY / Requests are OPEN
Read part two- Demon's Blood
Summary: It's entirely an accident when you discover Angel's blood is an aphrodisiac.
CW: vampire!reader, blood, i guess blood kink if you squint, choking, thigh riding
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Being a Vampire had its draws, that was for absolutely sure. Strength, heightened senses (although this could be a hit and miss, depending on which sense you were talking about), speed, and your personal favourite- elongated life. Being able to watch the world grow and thrive around you, it was something truly special.Â
It was also a curse too, but that was less fun to think about, so you generally tended to avoid thoughts about it as much as you could. Now, you werenât necessarily a âvegetarianâ Vampire, per se. But you did your best to only bleed people dry who âdeservedâ it. Real bottom of the barrell stuff. It was⊠not particularly tasty.
And what with the lockdowns, and the lack of evil and wrongdoing in the air, youâd found it becoming exceptionally difficult to find yourself more meals. The 1940s had basically been an all-you-can-eat buffet. Oh, sure, that wasnât a good thing, but youâd not been sated quite the same way ever since. Never enough walking popsicles about these days.Â
Oh, now there was an idea. Frozen blood pops. You thought you might give those a try when you got your next few blood bags. But those were still a while away, and you were hungry now.Â
Usually it was not a huge deal to wait a while between meals, but given how uptight and wound Humanity was getting, and how much harder it was getting to, well, get away with things, you were spacing things out more than you should have been already, and as you pushed your way through the Bookshop doors, you knew Aziraphale knew what was going on immediately.Â
Youâd met the Angel and Demon pair several centuries ago during a particularly popular theatre act, and you had hit it off immediately. Theyâd both known exactly what you were, and did not beat around the bush about it. The fact that theyâd not feared you in the slightest helped with that too. You didnât have to keep your guard up around them, and once youâd told Aziraphale about who, what, when and where you fed on- he was much more inclined to become friendly with you.Â
âAz- Zira-â you panted, the bell on the door clanging wildly and loudly as you practically fell through the door frame. âDo I- have any- blood here?â Each couple of words took effort to say, and were punctuated with a heaving breath in. You usually kept a small stash at your usual haunts just in case, but you had a sneaking suspicion based on the look on Aziraphaleâs face, that no, you did not have any spare snacks sitting around.Â
âOh, dear- erm, no, I donât believe so, darling-â the Angel said concernedly. You braced yourself against the door and smacked your dry lips.
Well fuck.Â
âShit,â was all you replied, arm wobbling before your body gave out on you. Before you hit the ground you felt arms around you, pulling you up and against Aziraphaleâs body. You could smell his soap on his skin, a mix of white sage and oregano and you clung to him desperately so you wouldnât fall.Â
Aziraphale led you over to his arm chair, settling himself down with you in his lap. He brushed the hair out of your forehead and you shivered, your nerves becoming more panicked by the minute.
âYou know you shouldnât leave it this long between⊠meals,â he practically tutted as if unsure what the correct word to use was, and you let out a shaky chuckle, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. You werenât sure if it was the desperate hunger or what, but Aziraphale smelt so fucking good.
âYeah, yeah,â you replied, nosing at his skin softly. Your arm pulled closer around his torso. âItâs getting- harder. Not so much- supply,â you sighed, the panting easing now you werenât exerting so much energy with movement.Â
It wasnât as if youâd die if you didnât feed. It was just that without the blood, thereâd be no flow in your system, and with no blood flow your body would just⊠stop working. Dry up and go stiff like an old doll. Youâd be stuck in a coma until more blood was transfused into you.Â
How did you know this? Well, letâs just say you did not particularly want to repeat the end of the 14th century. You shuddered at the memory and Aziraphale rubbed your shoulder, cooing at you softly in an effort to comfort you.
âCan I do anything for you?â Aziraphale asked softly, kissing the top of your forehead. You nosed at his neck another moment in throught before it came to you. Aziraphale had a body. One that pumped blood.
âI- I have an idea,â you said quietly, pulling away from his throat to look up at him. Aziraphaleâs gaze was soft as he nodded, asking what he could do to help you. That was Aziraphale for you, always ready to give for the next person in need.
âI need to feed,â you say slowly and evenly, measuring the Angelâs reactions. âAnd Iâm too weak to find someone who⊠I can feed off.â You wait to see if he gets what youâre hinting at, and when his eyes widen in shock, you canât help but be amused at the comical expression.Â
âOh- oh, my,â he splutters as his brain processes the request. And it is a request. Youâd never take advantage or take anything from him without his permission. It wasnât who you were. Not at all. âOh, well, I suppose,â he adds, clearing his throat. You didnât even know if it was safe to drink Angel blood. But you supposed you were about to find out.
âNot too much,â he adds, readjusting to make it easier for you to gain access to his neck. âTakes a while to replenish, you see.â You can hear the blood pumping just a little faster- smell the spike of sage that permeates the air over his skin. You shudder out a breath, looking at him one more time. One more chance to back out of this.Â
When he tilts his head just a little further in submission, you stop hesitating, fangs appearing in a flash of a second only to disappear again- sinking into Aziraphaleâs flesh. The feel of his skin under your lips is to die for. The Angel gasps, the hint of a yelp lost in the haze of blood finally, finally hitting your tongue.Â
You let out a groan of pure satisfaction, sucking a little harder. That sweet liquid tasting of peonies, iron and ink. Everyone tasted a little different. God, did he taste good though. You let out a possessive growl and twisted in Aziraphaleâs arms so you were sitting on his lap, straddling one thigh and pulling him by the hair to gain as much access as possible.Â
âGod, fuck, Zira-â you panted, pulling away to lick your lips clean. Your eyes were blown wide watching a drop of blood swell and trail down towards his collar. You surged forward to lick it clean and let out a whimper. âFuck, fuck- you taste good.âÂ
The Angel let out a breathy chuckle, and you managed to tear your gaze away from his willing throat to look into his face. His own eyes were darker than usual, and a pink tint was colouring his cheeks. You leaned in to sniff under the bone of his jaw and grinned a sharks grin. Oh, he was enjoying this.
âDo you like it too, Zira? Like it when I feed on you? Shit, I can feel your blood inside me- Angels Blood. Fuck.â Youâd barely realised that youâd started grinding softly on his clothed thigh, jolts of pleasure travelling up your nerves like electric shocks. Nothing had ever tasted or felt this good- not in your couple thousand years of life.Â
But why, why was it so good? Was it because his blood was undiluted? Pure blood straight from the Heavens- literally? That had to be it. God, it was almost⊠euphoric. Fuck it, it was euphoric.
When Aziraphale moved to wrap his warm hands around your hips and have you grind down harder and faster, you moaned, head tilted back in pleasure. The Angel tilted his head to the side and let out a quiet plea. âTake more, p-please,â he whispered.Â
And who were you to deny him his hearts desires?Â
Your fangs sank back into his skin, and his hips jerked up slightly in your direction. You moaned, sending little vibrations through his neck and shoulder and one hand reached down to palm at him through his slacks.Â
âO-oh,â he gasped out, fingers tightening on your hips as you began to move in tighter circles, grinding yourself down on him and panting with the pleasure shooting up your spine. Your muscles were already beginning to ache but you persevered, the pleasure far outweighing the burn.Â
Aziraphale whimpered quietly, biting his lip and adjusting his knee to have you seated more comfortably. The movement of his thigh pulled a deep groan from you, and your fingers pressed into his bulge with a little more devilish intent.Â
Fuck, you were not going to last long and you knew it, it was almost like youâd been strung on a high wire and the ampage turned up to eleven. Fuck, the only thing that could make this better was if-
âFucking Hell,â you hear behind you. The shock and the adrenaline that came with being caught sent your hips forward harshly, a noise of pleasure escaping whether you wanted it to or not. The pair of you hadnât even locked the door. âAngel, I didnât take you for this kind of behaviour. Seems more like my kind of thing.âÂ
You feel Aziraphaleâs fingers clench tighter on your hips, dragging you forward and back over his thigh. You can barely focus on the conversation over the pleasure.
âItâs- ah- not what it looks like, Crowley-â Aziraphale manages to say. Youâre pretty sure you know exactly what this looks like, and youâre not sure how Aziraphale intends to explain this to his Demon friend. Lover. The three of you were a lot of things to each other. It was bound to happen when you spend so many human lifetimes around each other.
âIsnât it?â Crowley asks, taking a seat down on the chair facing opposite to Zira. You suck a little harder, more of your Angelâs blood laving over your tongue. Your hand massages against him and one of his arms comes up so his hand can caress your spine.Â
âBecause, and, right- correct me if Iâm wrong- but it looks as though youâre letting our dear old friend here fuck your thigh and drink you practically dry,â his gaze must catch on the way youâre rubbing your hand over Aziraphaleâs very prominent and thick erection. âMm, well, and thereâs that. Not overly Holy, I would have thought. But donât stop on my account.âÂ
You feel Aziraphaleâs fingers lift from your spine and suddenly Crowley isnât on the chair anymore. Heâs pressed up against your back and reaching to pull softly on your hair. You pant as your mouth is pulled away from Aziraphaleâs neck, and the Angel in question whines in protest.Â
Crowley pulls you into a kiss, licking the blood from your lips and giving you a truly devilish grin. He lets go only to wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze.Â
âNaw, whatâs wrong, Pet? Hmm? You want to cum?â The Demon squeezes tight enough to cut off your air and you hump against Aziraphaleâs thigh desperately. Crowley has the audacity to laugh, standing above you and holding you steady.Â
âGo on, then,â he snarls, pressing tighter still. You whine and rock your hips harder, your hand grinding against Aziraphale at the same time, who is turning his head to press kisses to Crowleyâs wrist reverently. âCome for us, Pet. Hungry thing.âÂ
You cry out as Aziraphale bumps his leg up against you, the final touch to make you fall over that edge. You cum hard, jerking in Crowleyâs grip as he loosens his fingers just enough to allow you to breathe in again. He laughs, giving you a light pat on the cheek. Hard enough to feel but not to hurt.Â
As soon as he releases your throat, youâre burying yourself in Aziraphaleâs neck, seeking warmth and comfort, hips rolling over his thigh to ride out your pleasure. Your hand has reached into his slacks by now, tugging at him erratically and quickly. The Angels head tilts back in pleasure, where youâre sure Crowley is giving him a downright filthy look.Â
As soon as your lips press a featherlight kiss to the marks youâve left on him, he cums. Ribbons of white coating your fingers inside his slacks. You let out a moan of a laugh, tired and sated, as he pants underneath you.Â
Heâs got his eyes clenched shut with the pleasure, but as soon as he starts to come down, Crowley leans over to kiss him hungrily. The Angel reciprocates, reaching up to cup his jaw.Â
Youâre still snuggled up on Ziraâs lap, the post-nut haze settling thickly and heavily into your skin. You let out a yawn, and lick your lips clean, the last of the Angelâs blood entering your system.Â
âSo,â you say tiredly as Crowley leans against the other arm of the chair next to the pair of you. âIâve learned some things today.â Your fingers dance over Aziraphaleâs shoulder. âWho would have thought Angelâs blood would be such a powerful aphrodesiac, huh?âÂ
Crowley hums in thought before giving you a wicked grin, a hint of a flash of yellow behind his sunglasses.
âMakes you wonder what Demonâs blood can do, eh?âÂ
Hmm, makes you wonder indeedâŠ
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kurt brainrot is real!!! may i request something with like friends to lovers i guess? kurt wants reader and is really awkward and cringe and whiny and freaky :p post-op trans reader?! love ur stuff dude ur so cool!!

Down bad Kurt Kunkle x Trans Male Reader (long ass title sorry)
notes: thank you! Sorry this took so long :') also I agree, I've had Kurt brainrot since like 2022. I have like three requests I'm working on so expect those some time soon (for real this time đ), also one of them is my first Eddie request so yippee đ„łđ„łđ„ł the other two are Kurt so I'm gonna work on them today, at least one might be out by tonight??? It's like almost 11am for me so probably earlier than that
⥠Kurt is a freak, car sex (kinda?), trans reader, spit, mention of choking, mention of slapping, sorta mild masochism (??), making him eat his own cum, premature ejaculation, reader asks him out at the end awww âĄ
You often went on rides with Kurt, fucking around while he works. Sometimes people complain about the fact that there's another person in his car when they get picked up, but usually they don't really care, and it was an interesting experience to see all kinds of people from Azusa. Plus, Kurt loved having you around, and you usually get free food out of it.
He really, really liked you. In a way that wasn't completely normal. You mostly saw it as him just being awkward, especially with the way that a lot of the time after you touched him, he'd get all fidgety. You weren't stupid, you knew damn well. It was just fun to tease him. What you didn't know about though, were the more secretive things he was doing, like stealing your things when you weren't looking, or jerking off every time you posted on your close friends story on Instagram.
It drove him insane, every little touch, every look, he spent hours getting off to a picture of your body after your top surgery healed, he was obsessed. He tried to brag around you, do that thing guys did when they would talk about other people they âlikedâ to make the real person they like jealous. You knew it was bullshit, and after getting no reaction from you, he kind of just stopped doing it. And the amount of times he almost drove straight off the road because he was looking at you were way too many.
It was just a normal day of your usual routine, sitting in his car. It was a hot day, and you had taken off your jacket, sweating. Kurt's A/C was broken, so it was actual torture. Not for Kurt though. No, he was very much enjoying the sight of you. At some point, it became unbearable, and you, being more horny than usual, wanted Kurt. He was pretty cute. And you ended up on top of him, basically every single fantasy Kurt has ever had since he met you.
Kurt watches you with almost wide eyes, and if he were in a cartoon, there'd be little hearts in them as you straddle his waist, finding the most comfortable way to do that without hitting your head on the ceiling of his car interior. It's a little difficult, considering you were two grown men, but you made it work, your hands cupping the man's face.
His skin is warm, face flushed as he stares up at you, barely breathing. You lean down, catching his lips in yours. His movements are uncoordinated, inexperienced, but you don't care, you hold his head in place as you stay against him. You pull away slightly, still close enough to feel each other's breaths, and Kurt's hand snakes up, pressing against your chest. He pulls it away as fast as it settles there.
âSorry.â He says softly, but you catch his wrist, holding his hand against yourself back in place.
âIt's okay.â You respond, voice low. His fingers grip your shirt gently while you lean back down, kissing him again. His lips part slightly, and you grip his jaw, not too hard, but enough to hold him in place. His eyes follow you curiously, and as you lean over him, you urge him to open up.
He opens his mouth a little more, sticking his tongue out a little, and you spit right into his mouth. He lets out a sound, a low groan that almost turns into a desperate whine as he swallows it, some of it dripping down his chin before he can lick it away. You kiss him again, sloppily as your hands roam his body and he tightly grips the front of your shirt.
He can't believe this is happening. He had been into you for almost your entire friendship, and now you were feeling up on him and your tongue was in his mouth. You can feel his erection beneath you, and he whimpers every time you move around in his lap. You do it a few times on purpose, teasing him while you tangle a hand in his hair. When you pull away, he stares up at you, eyes fully entranced in your features as he pants, trying to catch his breath.
It's taking literally every shred of self control for Kurt to not immediately cum in his pants. He's straining hard against his jeans, and he was definitely going to jerk off to this memory later with the shirt he stole from you the last time he went over to your place.
You run your hands down his chest, and he can't help but admire your hands. He wants them around his throat, like that one time he tried to choke himself (it didn't work out). You'd know how to do it, he thinks. You'd wrap those perfect fingers around his throat, squeezing in a way to make Kurt so deliciously close to passing out, just to let him breathe at the last second.
He thinks about letting you slap him around, though he'd really let you do anything to him. Anything you wanted, he'd say yes in an instant. He's probably jerked off to worse.
Your hands meet his belt, and you get his pants down, pulling his hard cock out. He's leaking like crazy, so much you kind of think he already came, but he bucks his hips up when you touch him, the best he can with you in his lap. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands, but he's happy when you don't disapprove of him snaking his hands under your shirt. His fingers run over your scars, before he suddenly gasps loudly. You press the nail of your thumb against the head of his dick, and it hurts so good, making Kurt squirm under you.
He whines, and with about three or four quick pumps, accompanied by slick precum covering your hand and his cock, he's thrashing underneath you, panting and whining as ropes of cum shoot up into his stomach and over your hand. It takes you by surprise, and you both kind of stare at each other as soon as Kurt comes down from the high and realizes what happened.
âI-IâŠthatâs never happened before.â He chokes out, very embarrassed, though the humiliation kind of makes him a little harder. You console him, and a small part of Kurt was wishing you'd degrade him for it, but that's for another time.
Instead, you swipe your fingers against the man's shirt, collecting some of his cum. He gulps as you raise your hand to his mouth. âAren't you gonna help me clean up?â You say, and it almost makes Kurt cum again on the spot.
He hesitantly sticks his tongue out, dragging it across your fingers before you shove both of them into his mouth. He moans softly, before lapping up his mess, cleaning off your hands. He can't handle it without whining, his cock twitching and throbbing with need, purely getting off on the image of you feeding him his own cum.
When he finishes, you wipe your hand off on your shirt, kissing him again and sliding back into your seat. Kurt fixes his appearance,and the drive to drop you off is mostly silent, though Kurt keeps looking away from the road to glance at you. When you get there, he looks away, something nagging at him.
âDo- should..we just forget about that?â He asks. He wouldn't be able to, no matter what.
You shrug. âWe should go on a real date sometime.â You say, kissing his cheek and then getting out of the car.
He's instantly rock hard again.
#kurt kunkle x male reader#kurt kunkle x reader#x male reader#dom male reader#top male reader#trans male reader
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Can you maybe make a fic where kenan stands up reader too often for stuff and he promises that he won't do it again but at readers birthday party he doesn't show up and she packs her stuff and leaves. Kenan comes home to and empty home, searches for reader and looks on social media and sees posts about her birthday and realises he has fucked up. So he tries to find her. With a good ending please !!
There She Goes â Kenan Yıldız.
Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your birthday didnât quite go as planned, but it didnât end as awful as you feared it mightâve been.
Word Count: 920+
Disclaimer/s â Booooo, he sucks in this. Angst/comfort!
A/N: Itâs the way if I was reader, I wouldnât let him back in so easily but whatever requester wants, requester gets⊠đđ also this is my first semi sm little post, do we dig, do we not
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That was exactly what your boyfriend had seen on his way home from practice. Heâd stayed late for yet another day of doing so. Thatâs how itâs been the last couple of weeks. Him at practice.
Youâd brought it up to him a multitude of times; itâs funny how it hasnât seemed to register how much it truly affects you and your relationship.
It amazes you further when he didnât show up for your small get-together for your birthday, despite having told him about it, well, several times. You marked it on both your calendars and even went as far as to jokingly make him set a reminder, to which he agreed. Kenan agreed. So in all honesty?
You really thought this time would be different.
Until it⊠wasnât! It was the exact same as all the other events where he was a no-show. You were embarrassed, having expressed your excitement and enthusiasm to all your family. Thatâs who was there: just your parents and two of your friends.
What a shame it was to say that he wouldnât make it, the only excuse being, âHeâll come next time! Something came up, is all.â And them not being able to say anything but nod and smile.
They were unaware that after they left, you were quick to pack some of your stuff, feeling as though you couldnât stay there. He made it seem like the relationship you two were in wasnât even actually a relationship to begin with.
And quite frankly, you were sick and tired of it.
So when he arrived and practically hurried into your shared apartment, an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to find out you werenât there based on the utter silence, his heart rate spiked.
How could he have been so stupid? Kenan being an idiot wasnât new, but to be a full-blown fool to think youâd continue to stay while he practically played in your face? He was a horrible boyfriend.
It was difficult for him to admit, but it was true.
The man whipped out his phone and called you onceâno answer. Twiceâno answer again. The same result after four unanswered calls. So he did the next best thing: checked your location, which you had forgotten to turn it off beforehand.
You were at an ice-cream shop nearby. Taking a breath, he wasted no time making his way toward you. His palms were clammy, his body tense.
And once he spotted it, exited his car, and saw you eating a small cup of ice-cream on one of the chairs outside, his expression softened, and he made his way to you, uttering your name so quietly that you didnât even notice he was there until he spoke up yet again. âIâm soâIâm so sorry.â
You lift your head, eyes widening in surprise. Now you just felt like you were being pathetic. Here you were, eating ice-cream by yourself after your boyfriend didnât show up for your birthday dinner.
He, on the other hand, didnât see it that way. âI swear. I lost track of time. I didnât mean to miss it. Iâm an idiot, and I wonât do this again. I promise.â
âIâm not wallowing,â was all you said, wanting to get that out there. âWanted ice-cream, so I got it.â
âYouâre not wallowing. Okay.â The brunette paused, unsure of how to continue. âI messed up. I know this isnât a rare occurrence, and Iâm sorry. But starting now, I promise, thatâll change.â
Looking down at the now empty cup, you offer a shrug. âWhy does it take me leaving for you to understand the gravity of your actions, Kenan?â
He doesnât try to speak, so you continue. âDo you only think about yourself? Thatâs me genuinely asking. Because I donât think you realize how embarrassing it is for me to have to reassure my family that youâre on your way, only to have to say you wouldnât be making it. Again. And thatâs just me speaking for you. You donât even let me know. You justâyou just show up whenever you want.â
âI know. I know, Iâm so sorry,â he murmured, grabbing the chair across from you and moving it so he could sit beside you, his hand fighting the urge to place itself over yours. âIt shouldnât have been like this. I know it feels like I donât prioritize you, but I do. I do. Let me prove it to you. Thisâll change. Just⊠please come home with me.â
You suck in a breath. âYou made me look stupid.â
âI never wanted that. Iâm stupid for making you feel like youâre stupid. Youâre not stupid.â Now he just wasnât making any sense. âIâm really sorry.â
âThen prove it.â Of course, heâd prove it. He shouldâve proven it the second you mentioned how you felt about his no-shows. He was dense.
âIâll prove it to you,â Kenan uttered, holding out a hand which you donât take. Instead, you grab the bag you had filled with clothes and whatever essentials you thought you needed and place it in his open palm, then make your way to his car.
His expression never faltered. He knew heâd have to earn your niceties, so he followed behind without another word, opening the passenger side door for you and then getting in himself.
This wasnât the birthday you had envisioned, but you could only hope it would be the last of them.
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Can I please make a request for Rei and Wonyoung decide to play a game/make a bet with each other to see who can get you into bed first. Through the week they both tease you but in the end they both end up having their ways with you. Thank you:)
cw: clit play, cunnilingus, fingering, semi exhibitionism, scissoring, spanking.
i honestly see this as casual, everyday chatter in the 04z dorm đ rei and wonyoung have almost the same perversion in their brains since theyâre both the dominant type that looks soft and sweet but actually has their brains full of shit đ„° sweet words of encouragement when theyâre fucking you in the roughest and most depraved way possible, dirty talk when theyâre taking their time or even degradation and praise in the same sentence, you never know what to expect from them!!
04z bestiesâ outing ends up being a debate where they agree on a bet that the first one to fuck you will win BUT their plans are interrupted when they remember that liz is still here đ poor baby is embarrassed by the shameless way her unnies are planning to fuck her other unnie⊠although liz may be being shy now, but if she had enough guts to speak her thoughts out loud, she would also ask to join the bet and fuck your brains out đ
unfortunately for wonyoung but lucky for rei, sheâs the one who gets to be alone with you first! due to wonyoungâs busy schedule and solo activities, she couldnât see you every day of the week đ since the beginning wonyoung knew that it would be difficult to have a moment alone with you because ive was in the middle of promoting a new album that included two title songs, but when the company and her manager told her the news about her solo activities and proposals, all wonyoung wanted to do was hit her manager and leave the company
of course rei takes full advantage of wonyoung being away from you two and not around to ruin her plans! everyone knows reiâs tastes, a pretty girl who likes pretty stuff like sanrio and that style of aesthetics. so when during one of attitude stages your stylist gave you an outfit that was so beautiful and iconic that fans would be obsessed with your look for days, rei knew she had to take advantage of that
â(yn)âah~ we should take a couple of pics together. our outfits look really cute, and most of all, they seem to match.â and she would say it by giving you bright and cheerful eyes that look like two halfâmoons because of the cute smile on her face đ but the moment her eyes look in wonyoungâs direction, a mischievous glint appears on reiâs face and her smile turns into a shitâeating oneâŠ
you thought she would take pictures of you before you performed on music core and received the win or even after the dayâs promotions, but when she got into the van on the way home, she remembered that she had promised to take photos and then post them on instagram đŁ so she offers to make it up to you when you get back home, and again, you thought she would take pictures of you on the street or ask the staff to drive you to some nice place in the city for a little photo shoot, but she surprises you by taking your hand as soon as you get out of the car and practically dragging you into the apartment and the bedrooms đł
she doesnât say a word until she takes you inside her room and closes the door behind her, smiling at you as she tells you that her room is a perfect place that could match your outfit today, since she has cute stuffed animals or sanrio characters on her bed or some posters hanging on her walls
rei sits next to you on the bed, holding your webcam with one hand while using the other to fix your hair, telling you to get ready for the photos⊠or for what is to come
no one can blame you for stopping posing for the camera because reiâs lips took your full attention when she did kissy lips pose. and well, when you look up you find her eyes, smiling at you while still holding the camera in her hand
âuhm⊠rei?â thatâs all you manage to say before your beloved member lunges at you, pinning you to the bed by climbing on top of you
making out with rei and getting all messy and sloppy because you two canât get enough of each other đ”âđ« lipstick running down the corners of you guysâ lips, only separating for a few small milliseconds so your lungs could grab some air because rei was taking the oxygen away from both of you
grinding your pussy against reiâs while she records everything with her webcam đł she assures you that sheâll only take a couple of photos because you look so pretty under her, being a mess but still looking like a princess who was once groomed like one đ„ș now in a wrinkled outfit because she didnât bother to take your clothes off, lifting your shirt up over your chest to see your tits bounce trapped in the confines of your bra and pushing your skirt up your thighs just enough to expose your pussy to her gaze and pulling your panties to the side so her clit can rub deliciously against yours, makeup smeared with tears from mascara running down your blushing cheeks and lipstick that now rested like marks on reiâs jaw and neck and a messy hair
rei sending the group chat a photo of you: your body on the bed and under hers, thighs spread wide with juices and cum staining your inner thighs and a trail of kisses, hickeys and bites decorating your jaw, neck, collarbones and shoulders. ending with a message âi think i won.â
oh and wonyoung didnât see the message until the next day because she was busy đ she grabs her phone off the table as her stylist takes care of the last details and finishing touches to her makeup and hair, but her phone almost broke in half due to the strong grip she had when your photo appeared on the screen
wonyoung stands up without saying a single word, leaving the stylist and staff confused. she was pissed as hell! rei was trying to get on her nerves, she had taken advantage of the fact that wonyoung was not benefiting in this bet because she was at a disadvantage due to her schedule and rei was practically mocking her in her own face
when you see her approaching you, you try to greet her đ but she suddenly grabs your wrist and continues walking, making you get up from your own chair and taking you behind her like an owner walking his dog on a leash
wonyoung drags you into a random, empty room without saying a single word, kicking the door shut behind you. she cups your face with one hand, holding your jaw in her palm and squeezing your cheeks with her long fingers
âdonât touch my hair because i donât want you to ruin it, and much less try to ruin my makeup.â and you don't understand what she means, she drops down in front of you on your knees and starts to remove the belt from your shorts đ
wonyoung holding one of your legs over her shoulder, your thigh resting on the side of her head as she buries her face between your legs while devouring your pussy đ„Ž giving you stern looks when she notices your hands fidgeting near her head or your hips trying to move against her mouth, even stopping from time to time to give you a hard slap on the thighs or bottom followed by a âbehaveâ and she pulls away from her pussy when you cum to watch your thighs clench as she uses her thumb to stimulate your clit to keep stimulating you
and after your orgasm, sheâs still angry đ„ not even bothering to check if youâre okay after your body goes limp against the wall :(
wonyoung just fixes her hair and straightens her clothes, looking over her shoulder at you and saying that she wants you in her room tonight, and apparently she and rei made a new bet on who can fuck you better
#wonyoung#wonyoung x fem reader#wonyoung x reader#wonyoung smut#jang wonyoung#jang wonyoung x fem reader#jang wonyoung x reader#jang wonyoung smut#rei#rei x fem reader#rei x reader#rei smut#naoi rei#naoi rei x fem reader#naoi rei x reader#naoi rei smut#ive#ive x fem reader#ive x reader#ive smut
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Things I need in a Reverse Robins AU
-I donât care what the order is but please let Duke and Jarro be adopted before Damian is taken in! I need Damian to be jealous of an alien starfish, my bones require it đ
-Duke ans Damian make Jason and Dickâs lives so difficult⊠not as antagonist and purely because they snuck out and caused so much havock that Bruce now has a sixth sense for when his kids want to act up. They cannot even attempt stealth because Duke and Damian did it better.
-I want Duke and Damian to be those kid brothers that never got along. They used to regularly âsparâ (fist fight) but Dick, Cass and Jason donât believe it because they get along so well now? Tim and Steph are obviously lying.
-A grown Dick Grayson being so mad because he went his whole life wanting to be taller than just one big brother, one! And he never gets it đ„° (Him and Tim are the same height. He hates it w a passion) Technically he is taller than Jarro. But so is Ace and Tidus, that accounts for literally nothing.
-In contrasts to his big brotherâs stealth and sneaking out shennanigans, Tim just straight up lies to Bruce when he wants to take off with YJ, vaguely saying their plans (baseball, trip to some histprical landmark, chilling on Bartâs new ride) So while Bruce blames Duke and Dami for his greys, he says that Tim is the only reason he isnât fully grey because heâs so responsible and considerate and always tells Bruce everything. (Tim tells Bruce exactly three things, two are half-truths and one is the boldest lie in town đ Bruce is nonethewiser.)
-Running off of that, I want Tim to be the sneaky middle child always in chaos, but I want Dami to know this and point it out to Bruce and gst shut down (like Candace Flynn levels of bad)
-Dick is spoilt by his many older siblings. He knows and takes advantage. Iâm talking like 18yo Dick Grayson showing up at 22yo Jasonâs place when Jason is at College and Jason returns home to find his little brother wearing his robe, eating hia cereal and asking if he can borrow Jayâs car because Bruce is hiding his keys until Dick actually gets a drivers license, which he doesnât need because he hardly ever drives anyway đđ Jason tells him to fuck off, kicks him for not throwing thw empty cereal box away and asks where tf he thinks heâs off to anyway??????
-I want Cass to be a bratty younger sister, but only to Jason. Sheâs happy to hangout and cherishes her time with all her brothers, but she terrorises Jason. Purposefully is quieter when walking near him to frighten him, steals every comfy, bright hoodie he owns, wiggles into his bed and leaves her stuff for him to pick up, clean. She happily helps with chores until Jason asks and suddenly, she did not hear him, she was âbusy, calm down grumpy.â I want her looking at his school work and making faces at him if he tries to help her. I want her to want nothing more than to bite Jason, but also have him be her secret favourite brother. I need them to be best friends but the sort who will sell each other out for a single corn chip.
-Dick convinces Damian to help him steal an elephant. If Damian werenât so weak for his baby brother heâd think about how even tge manor is not large enough to comfortably house an elephant. Duke isnât completely sure itâs a good idea, but he trusts his brotherâs to be smart enough to think this through âșïž (they have not and will not think the logistics of owning an elephant through) Tim is fully aware this is a bad plan, heâs just even worse at saying no to Dick đ Steph is so mad that she has to be the voice of reason among these idiots đ
-Tim dropping out of High-school actually leads to a huge fight lol. Bc Duke and Damian have Masters and Jason is looking into Ivy Leagues and Cass adores you Tim you need to be a role model đ Tim moves to San Francisco and doesnât talk to Bruce for months after that fight. He still regularly contacts his siblings though.
-Personally donât love Jason dying in Reverse Robin AUâs, but you know if Joker killed him at 15 heâd be dead in two weeks tops. Oh you want to kill the baby brother of a trqined assassin and Tim, one bad hour away from villany, Drake-Wayne? You think Duke would stop them? Dick? You think wrong. Dick might even try to jump ahead of the line. Cass is perfectly happy to shut her eyes and pretend she cannot see her brothers planning đ«ą The Joker would die a slow and painful death. Steph and Duje would run Batman distraction. (Bruce actually has a support network and two kids younger than Jason who are grieving. Heâd need to be a parent and help them with their grief. Heâll probably be shit at it, but heâd still need to try.)
-When Steph starts college she occasionally visits the manor, liberally fills her bag with spare socks, new towels and non-perishables. Alfred doesnât mind. Bruce does, but only because heâs more than willing to buy it for her and she will kick him if he even glances at any of his credit cards or bank accounts while she is near.
- Barbara probably has a crush on Steph and Tim. Like not a serious, I want a romantic relationship crush. But like âSteph is so strong and pretty and sheâs so smart Dick, she wants to be a Doctor thatâs so cool!â And Tim is that weird crush you canât describe. Like Matthew Gray-Gubler. He looks sorta like a raccon and an addict, but heâs weirdly handsome and can work a computer like no one else, âisnât he so smart Dick?â Dick doesnât know whether to be jealous or to laugh at her because. Like. Really??? Thatâs who you think is cute from all my amazing big brothers ans sisters?
-Dick, as youngest brother, probably has the most eclectic music taste. He listens to classical, trap music, K-Pop, scremo, RnB, showtunes. Just all genres. He doesnât love all genres, bit he k ows enough to have a super weird road trip playlist.
-Dick also always has to deal with his friends, civvie and otherwise, having crushes on his siblings.
-Jarro barely spends holidays with the family, but he gets presents put aside for him and is the most patient, most fun big brother of the batfam. Damian still hates him, but will begrudgingly buy him gifts and invite him to family events because unfortunately, Jarro is his sibling. -Because he's never around, Jarro is the favourite older sibling, with Jason, Cass and Dick always making him projects from school. Duke, Dami and Tim see Jarro more, since they love going to see the JL or going to space and don't care that Bruce disapproves. They will either lie to Bruce or sneak out or just leave the manor 'Because I am a grown ass adult B, you can't ground me.' Steph does not like space or the JL half as much and is more busy studying/working than the other three losers. (affectionate)
-Gotham villains are in shock when, after having highly predictable vigilantes who just come in through the front/back door (Duke and Damian) they are faced with vigilantes who will in fact bazooka an entry way open (Jason and Cass)
#batman#reverse robin au#batfam#duke thomas#jarro#damian wayne al ghul#stephanie brown#tim drake#cassandra cain#jason todd#dick grayson#barbara gordon#bruce wayne
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âHey shithead, get over here. I got some newsâŠ. You look like shit. Come here. Kneel. Reach in and take out my dick. Iâve got to take a piss. Drink up and listen. A buyer put in an offer, and it was accepted. Youâve been sold. I wasnât expecting for a chunky slave to sell after only one day of showing, but that big truck driver made a full offer. Heâll be back later on tonight. He made some demandsâŠ.
âHe wants you cleaned up on the outside and loaded up with loads from many men on the inside. Iâll bring the hose around in a bit. Sir Hank will be down in a bit to bring you some soap. Heâs also going to make that cage permanent, by riveting it on. Your dick will be useless going forward.
âDo you remember how many men unloaded in your cunt so far this morning?... Four? Good. Hank and I will each provide one. With you off the market, itâll be difficult to get men in here just for a fuck.Â
âI called a buddy. Youâre not his type, but heâll bring his slave and fuck him instead. When heâs ready to nut heâll just shove it into you. Or maybe heâll use a condom with his own slave and then squeeze the load into you.
âOh wait a minuteâŠ. Let me seeâŠ. Thereâs oneâŠÂ twoâŠ. There are a couple of used condoms in the trash can here.
âBend over and lean against the wall. Present your cunt. I have no idea how long these loads have been here, whose load is in them, or even if they were used on you or the slave that was in here last. You are getting their spooge contents nowâŠ. Damn, you have one hell of a gape, which should make the squeezing in of the loads easy.Â
âThat truck driver has one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen. Heâs great to work with. Prompt payments. And most of all he seems to want the fat slaves, or the weird ones. Heâs an intermediary for several buyers out west. Youâll probably end up on this pig farm where you will be force fed until you bulk up, and then installed in a pig pen with other real pigs. Castration is most likely. Not just the balls but your shaft too.
âThere, both loads are in youâŠ. Oh, I missed this condom hereâŠ. I didnât realize that our clients used so many rubbers. I guess it makes sense.Â
âThe other possible buyer that trucker uses is in Oregon. Heâs one of those militia types, but one who likes fat fags chained up in his basement. Donât know that much about him other than heâs a sadistic bastard.
âThere! Three anonymous loads in your cunt. Get ready, this will probably be my last time for me to breed you.Â
âJesus! He stretched you out. All these loads are making this one loose sloppy holeâŠ. This isnât going to work. Clamp down then spin around.
âGet me off with your toilet mouthâŠ. You look grossed out. Thatâs the cum stew from your cunt. Clean me off before you get me off.
âThatâs it. Donât fucking gag. This is your life now. Good boy. You are an ass eating, piss drinking, cum dump slave. Whoever you wind up with, they are going to do way worse nasty stuff to you. This is what you do. This is what you are.
âIâm going to miss your tongue. Thatâs what made you sellable. Does it ever feel good on my dick! Work it! Fuck! Iâm going to cum in no time. Keep licking my balls when I go in deep. When I tell you, spin around so I can dump in your cunt.
âI wish all slaves could have a tongue like yours. When you eat my shitter, it really makes my hole quiver. I donât know what you do back there, but man does it feel good. You always gave me your eagerness to please, and you do so no matter how shitty you were being treated. Thatâs so hard to find in slaves.Â
âIâm getting close. Iâm getting close. Now! Give me that cunt!
âUrg! Uh! Uh! Ahhh! Jesus! Fuck! Damn slave. I gave you a large load to add to the stew you have brewingâŠ.
âClamp down then clean me offâŠ. There you go. Fuck that was hot. Thereâs some sludge in my pubes; get thatâŠ. I have to piss again.
âAhhh! When Iâm done stand upâŠ.
ââŠSlave, I am going to miss you. You know, if we were in a different situation, I would put you on a diet and a rigorous exercise regimen. I would have you as my boy.Â
âDonât tell anybody what Iâm about to do. Donât pull away; I want to kiss youâŠ.Â
ââŠLike that. Now you treat your new owners the way you have treated me. If you are lucky, they wonât torture you too much. I wish you the best.â
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