#dare I say boyfriend effect

[numbuh424]

Light's wardrobe in the 1st half of the jdrama (ep 1 - 5) vs his wardrobe in the 2nd half (ep 6 - 11).

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content, oral sex, overstimulation. pussydrunk!jisung, bestfriend!jisung

It’s almost 1 a.m. and you’re both still wide awake—half-slouched, half-curled on Jisung’s bed, the glow of his laptop screen flickering shadows across the room. The horror movie he picked is objectively terrible—low-budget effects, scream-heavy soundtrack, and a villain in a mask that looks like it was bought at a gas station. But he’s watching it like it’s peak cinema, one arm propped behind his head, the other busy fishing popcorn out of the massive bowl balanced between you.

“You cannot be serious,” you mutter as a girl on-screen runs straight into a shed full of clearly dangerous tools. “She just watched her boyfriend get blendered and thought, ‘Yeah, let me hide next to a wall of chainsaws.’”

“She’s resourceful,” Jisung says with a straight face.

You shoot him a look. “She’s an idiot.”

He shrugs, grinning like a little shit. “That’s what makes her relatable.”

You snort. “That’s what makes her a red smear on the floor in five minutes.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then a truly absurd scream echoes from the laptop speakers—over-the-top, guttural, too long to be taken seriously. You burst into laughter, nearly knocking over the popcorn as you double over.

“Was that supposed to be scary?” you gasp.

“It was art,” Jisung says, trying to sound offended, but he’s laughing too, his head dropping against your shoulder.

The two of you dissolve into giggles, your bodies leaning into each other like it’s instinct, like it always is. It’s comfortable—too comfortable. You've spent enough late nights like this to know the rhythm by heart. Banter. Touch. Teasing. But tonight it feels… off. Not in a bad way. Just different. Quieter, maybe. Slower.

The movie plays on, forgotten. The popcorn ends up on the floor somewhere between your third round of arguing about which horror tropes are the worst and the moment he lets out a dramatic sigh and flops sideways onto the mattress.

“Okay, real talk,” he says, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re trapped in a haunted house with a killer clown. What’s your move?”

You blink. “Why’s it a clown?”

He shrugs. “It’s always a clown.”

“I’d cry and accept my fate.”

Jisung laughs. “You wouldn’t even try to fight back?”

“I can’t fight a clown, Jisung.”

“What if I was the clown?”

You glance over at him. He’s lying on his side now, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that same dumb sparkle in his eyes that makes everything he says sound like a dare. You match his stare.

“Then I’d definitely accept my fate.”

His smile cracks wider, but he doesn’t say anything. Just watches you, that playful light in his eyes softening by degrees. The shift is subtle. Natural. You barely notice how the space between you gets smaller—how your knees brush under the blanket, how his fingers toy absently with the frayed edge of your hoodie.

His fingers are still fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie when the tension in the air snaps.

You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s him. Maybe the air between you just catches fire and you both lunge toward the spark.

One blink, one breath, and then his mouth is on yours.

No warning. No pause. Just heat and pressure and everything happening at once.

Your brain flatlines.

Jisung kisses you like he’s starving—like the silence cracked something open and he couldn’t hold it in a second longer. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s clumsy and urgent and real, and you gasp into it, eyes flying wide before fluttering shut.

Your hand fists in his hoodie before you can even think about it.

And for a moment, it’s chaos. The kind that’s been building for weeks. Maybe longer.

His fingers are in your hair, your legs tangle under the blanket, and it’s impossible to tell who moves first, who deepens it—just that neither of you stop.

Jisung jerks back like he’s been burned, chest heaving, lips slick and red, eyes blown wide with panic.

“Shit—I—fuck, I didn’t mean—” He’s breathless, already pulling away, already regretting it, voice cracking. “That was stupid. I’m sorry, I—god, I shouldn’t’ve—”

You grab him by the collar and haul him back down.

No room for second thoughts. No space for guilt.

You kiss him like you want to erase whatever apology was about to fall from his mouth. Your fingers tangle in the back of his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan—and then he’s kissing you again, harder, like you flipped a switch he didn’t know existed.

His body presses flush against yours, hips slotting between your legs like it’s instinct, like he needs to be closer. His hand finds your waist under your hoodie, fingers trembling as they grip your skin.

You bite his bottom lip and he gasps—this desperate, broken sound that shoots straight down your spine—and then he’s grinding against you like he can’t help it, like he’s chasing the friction without thinking.

A shudder wracks through him the second his hips roll down, like the contact alone scrambles his thoughts. His hands flex on your waist—like he wants to stop, like he should stop—but then you rock up against him, and any restraint he had vanishes into thin air.

“Fuck,” Jisung chokes, voice rough, forehead dropping to rest against yours. His breath fans hot across your lips, shivering and uneven. “You—” He swallows hard, hips stuttering against yours. “You can’t just—”

“I can’t just what?” You whisper, tilting your head so your nose brushes his.

He groans—frustrated, desperate—and surges forward, capturing your mouth in another breath-stealing kiss. It’s messier this time, all lips and tongue and teeth, nothing careful about it. His hands slide up your waist under your hoodie, fingertips pressing into bare skin like he’s mapping out something sacred.

Your thighs tighten around his hips, and he hisses through his teeth, a whimper slipping free before he can stop it. “Oh, my god—”

The words break off into a moan as you rock up into him again, the friction making your head spin. He’s hard already—you can feel him, pressed thick and throbbing against the heat between your legs, barely separated by layers that feel more and more unbearable by the second.

“Fuck—fuck—” Jisung pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I swear, I just needed—just for a second—” But he doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop grinding down against you, his entire body trembling like he’s strung too tight.

“You’re a liar,” you whisper, voice wrecked, hands scrambling at his hoodie.

Jisung nods against your skin, barely coherent. “I know—fuck, I know—” He gasps as you rock up against him again, hands spasming on your waist like he’s barely holding on.

You’re both a mess—panting, flushed, desperate, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

Jisung pulls back just enough to look at you, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. His hands slide down, fingertips tracing the bare skin of your thighs under the hem of your hoodie. “Please,” he breathes. “Fuck, please let me—” His voice breaks off into a whimper as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, then another, dragging down toward your neck. “I need to taste you.”

Your stomach flips, a heat blooming low in your belly that makes you arch up into him. “Jisung—”

“I’ll be good,” he rushes out, mouth brushing your collarbone. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good—just—please.” His fingers dig into your thighs, thumbs stroking over sensitive skin like he’s trying to soothe you even as he trembles with need. “I—I need to—” He swallows hard, exhaling shakily against your skin. “I need to have you on my tongue, please.”

The way he begs—raw, unfiltered, desperate—it makes your head spin. He kisses his way down your throat, mouthing at your pulse, his breath heavy and uneven against your flushed skin. His desperation is palpable, pouring into every kiss, every trembling touch.

You can barely breathe, your fingers tangling in his hair as he trails lower, lips ghosting over the dip of your collarbone, then lower still. His hands push at the hem of your hoodie, shoving it up with an urgency that makes you dizzy.

“Please,” he whispers again, lips brushing just above your ribs. His voice is wrecked, hoarse with need. “Please, baby, let me.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, tongue flicking against your skin, and you swear you feel your pulse between your legs.

You whimper, arching into his touch, and his grip tightens. “Jisung—”

He groans at the sound of his name, like it’s unraveling him completely. “I wanna make you come on my tongue.” His voice is thick, slurred with need, hands sliding down to squeeze your thighs. “Wanna taste you—wanna feel you—” He nuzzles against your stomach, breath hot and uneven. “Need you so bad, baby, please.”

Your head tilts back, a shaky exhale slipping from your lips. The way he’s begging, pressing his need into your skin like a prayer, has you aching. “Then do it,” you breathe, fingers tugging at his hair. 

He lets out the filthiest sound, something between a moan and a whimper, before he’s slipping lower, hands dragging your thighs apart, lips trailing a burning path down your body.

Jisung doesn’t waste time. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even pretend to think about what this means.

He just moves.

One second, he’s mouthing at your stomach, breath hot and uneven against your skin. The next, he’s yanking your shorts down in one rough motion, taking your panties with them, groaning the second you’re bare beneath him.

"Oh, fuck—" His voice is barely there, just a breathy rasp as his hands splay wide over your thighs, spreading you open like he needs to see, like he’s been dying for this longer than he even realizes.

And then his mouth is on you.

You barely have time to process before he licks a broad, desperate stripe up your slit, groaning so deep it vibrates against your skin. It’s not tentative. It’s not slow. It’s hungry—messy and uncoordinated, like he can’t pace himself, like the taste of you just wrecked him on the spot.

"Holy shit—" Your head slams back against the pillow, breath punching out of you. "Jisung—"

He doesn’t respond—doesn’t even slow down. He just moans into you, burying his face deeper, tongue flicking, lips sealing around your clit as he sucks with an obscene, wet sound.

He’s getting off on this.

You can feel it—the way he grinds into the mattress, rutting against it like he’s the one being touched, like eating you out is sending him to the fucking edge. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers flexing like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel under him.

"God, you taste—" He cuts himself off with another groan, eyes fluttering shut as he laps at you, tongue dipping inside, drinking you in like he’s never going to get another chance. "So fucking good—so perfect—"

You gasp as his lips close around your clit again, sucking hard, the pressure making your entire body jolt. "Sungie—fuck, oh my god—"

He whimpers against you—actually whimpers—hips stuttering against the bed, getting himself off just from this, from the sounds you’re making, the way you’re trembling beneath him.

"Shit, you’re so wet," he groans, pulling back just enough to breathe, lips slick, pupils blown. "I can’t—fuck, I need—" He surges forward again, sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue in a way that makes your back arch.

You’re close. Too close.

"Jisung— I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—"

"Do it," he pants against you, voice wrecked. "Come for me, baby, please—please, wanna taste it—wanna feel you—"

That’s all it takes.

Pleasure slams into you like a live wire, your body tensing before shattering completely. You come with a sharp cry, thighs shaking against his grip, head tilting back against the pillow as waves of heat crash over you.

But Jisung—he doesn’t stop.

"Oh my god—" You jolt as his tongue keeps moving, dragging over your oversensitive clit, his lips sealing around it like he’s determined to wring every last drop from you. "Ji—fuck, I—”

He just moans against you, messy and desperate, tongue fucking into you, one hand slipping down between his own legs to press against his cock, grinding into his palm like he needs the friction.

"Too much," you gasp, trying to push at his head, but he just shakes his head, groaning against you like he’s lost in it, like he can’t stop himself.

"Can’t," he breathes, barely pulling away. His lips are red, wet, eyes completely dazed. "I can’t stop—fuck, I don’t wanna stop—" He licks another filthy stripe up your slit, groaning like he’s savoring it, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

His fingers press into your thighs, dragging you closer, keeping you spread for him as his tongue flicks over your clit again—relentless, messy, focused like he’s on a fucking mission.

"Fuck—fuck— Jisung—" Your legs shake, hips jerking against his mouth, overstimulation hitting you hard, but he loves it. Soaks it in. Feeds off it.

He’s panting against you, his own hips grinding down into the mattress, chasing relief he’s not even fully aware of. "Please—please, again—" His voice is wrecked, lips dragging over your slick skin. "Just one more—wanna feel you come again, please—"

He drags two fingers through your folds, groaning when he feels how fucking wet you are, before pressing them inside—curling just right, working in sync with his tongue, pushing you toward a second orgasm so fast it makes your head spin.

"Come on, baby," he begs, eyes wild, desperate. "Please—please, I need it—wanna taste it—"

And then you’re gone again.

The second orgasm rips through you, even harder than the first, your whole body shaking, breath punching out of you as your back arches off the bed.

Jisung moans as you come, tongue lapping up every last drop, fingers still fucking into you, hips still grinding into the mattress like he’s about to come just from this.

Only when you physically push at his head does he finally—finally—pull away, panting, lips swollen, chin dripping.

"Fuck," he breathes, voice ruined, eyes hazy. "That was—" He swallows hard, shaking his head. "—so fucking hot, holy shit."

You can barely move. Barely think.

And Jisung—he looks wrecked. Completely undone. His hoodie is bunched up around his waist, his sweatpants pulled tight over what is definitely a very hard, very leaky problem.

He licks his lips, still catching his breath, and then—

"Shit." His expression shifts. Clears. Reality slams back into him all at once. His eyes dart up to meet yours, and you both realize—fuck.

This just changed everything.

[astars-things]

Drive with Y/n and Lando...

lando norris x quadrant athlete reader

Summary- where you and Lando do a quadrant video, where you drive around and he asks you questions that fans sent in, talk about your relationship

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Landos' camera guy, Ash, mounted the camera onto the dashboard, making sure it was secure and recording before giving us a thumbs up. One of the Quadrant admins put out a post on Twitter asking what quadrant athlete and or general video fans would like to see, and the most requested one was that you and Lando do a 'drive with me' type video, but the twist was that they wanted you to drive, so here you were sitting in the drivers seat of your Nissan G-T r35 (you can change the car if you want) with Lando in the passenger seat. 

You had the Quadrant admins post an Instagram story and a Twitter post for people to send in their burning questions. You and Lando both picked out 10 of your favorites and got the team to put them on cards for Lando to read out. "I swear," you mutter, buckling your seatbelt and starting the car, "if you pick anything weird, I’m kicking you out. I mean it, Norris."

"You wouldn’t dare," he grins, stretching out like he’s on a beach somewhere. "I’m your emotional support passenger." You gave him an eye roll. You put the car into drive and made your way out of your street, so nobody could figure out where you lived from the video. "Quit touching things", you muttered as you wacked Landos' hand away from your phone as he kept pressing shuffle on your playlist. He let out a huff before dropping your phone back into the cup holder 

Giving Lando a quick glance you mutter "Start the Q&A before you break something." as you flick your turn signal and ease the car into a nearby parking lot so you could do the intro together. The editors were going to have a field day with trying to edit this chaotic mess

You pulled into a car park to film the intro of video 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the best Quadrant video you’ll see this month. Possibly ever," he announces, dramatically looking over to you before continuing  "Today we’re in the car with quadrant athlete and my girlfriend Y/N. She’s driving and I’m fearing for my life." you let out a loud sigh "Ignore my very dramatic boyfriend, I'm stepping aside from flipping dirt bikes to be here with you today" you said eyes flicking to the camera with a practiced smirk. "So you better appreciate the sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"Lando repeats, feigning offense. "Anyways moving on. We asked you guys to send in questions on Instagram and Twitter, and we’ve picked our favorites. I’m driving because you lot demanded chaos and Lando is reading the questions." 

"And making sure we don’t die," he adds. You hit him gently on his bicep when he tightened his seatbelt for dramatic effect "Okay you ready love" Lando cooed grabbing his cards from the floor of you car, you nodded back pulling the car out of the carpark "Okay first question coming from @.PitStopQueen Who takes longer to get ready in the morning?" Lando read out and with no hesitation you called out "Lando"

"Excuse me?" he says, eyes wide. "Don’t lie to the internet," you say calmly, changing lanes with one hand on the wheel. "You spend at least twenty minutes just fixing your hair." "That’s called personal grooming," he argued, waving one hand toward the dashboard camera. "Some of us care about looking presentable." 

You raised an eyebrow. Making Lando second guess what he just said Lando just shook his head and held up the next card. "From @.Y/nLandoshipper How do you guys handle long distance?" You let out a soft breath, glancing at him to see if he wanted to answer or for you too, Lando gave you a nod silently saying you can answer 

"Its not easy, let me just say, there are somedays where its tougher than most but it makes us value the time we do get to spend together" You said trying not to let tears out as you think of times when you needed Lando and he was on the other side of the world, Lando put his hand on your thigh gently rubbing it to give you comfort 

"Lots of FaceTime calls," Lando added. "And spontaneous visits. I flew to your last event even though I had to be back the next day." you let out a little laugh remembering that day  "You were only there for like twelve hours." "Best twelve hours of my life," he said with a wink.

You smiled despite yourself. "We’re lucky we understand each other’s schedules. I think that’s the key." Lando let out a hum agreeing to your statement, Lando held up the next card, reading dramatically "From @.CircusFan Lando what is the coolest trick you have seen Y/n preform?" 

He let the question hang in the air for a second, glancing over at you with a grin that said he already had an answer locked and loaded. "Oh, that’s easy," he said, looking straight into the dash-mounted camera. "It was that backflip thing you did, off the mega ramp, in Vegas, I think? And then you let go mid-air and somehow landed it like it was nothing."

You smirked, eyes still on the road. "Superman seat grab backflip."  "You were just casually flying through the air like gravity was optional. I’ve never screamed so loudly watching a live stream. I called you right after, didn’t I?" Lando exclaimed, still clearly amazed by it. 

You nodded, laughing at the memory. "You were more breathless than I was." Lando turned back to the camera with a pointed look. After a couple of more questions it was time to answer the last one, Lando looked over at you, grin already tugging at the corner of his lips as he read the final card.  "Okay last question is from @.GridGossip How did you two meet" 

You groaned softly, your face already warming. "you picked this one didn't you"  Lando gave you his classic not so innocent face "Maybe" Lando said, practically vibrating in the passenger seat with excitement. "You said you not lie to the internet, remember?"

You gave him a look. "yeah but I didn't really want to expose myself to much today" Lando let out a little laugh "c'mon its a cute story" You sighed, knowing there was no way of getting out of this "Fine, we met on raya. Happy now?" You groaned not really ready for the comments you were going to receive from this, you pulled into a car park quite ready to end this video and go home to hide away,  

"At the same time," Lando insisted, pointing between the two of you. "Let’s do it properly. On three." You rolled your eyes, but held up three fingers with him. "One, two, three" "Raya," you both said, in perfect sync. Then came the laughter. Easy, familiar, the kind that felt like home.

You both interlocked hands "Okay thank you everyone for watching todays video, I'm going to go get y/n ice cream for making her answer that last question, thank you to everyone who sent in questions." You laugh, leaning in toward the camera. "If you want a part two where Lando drives and I cling to the door handle for dear life, like, comment, subscribe, all the YouTube things." 

"bye" you both said waving at the camera 

@.User This was pure chaotic gold. Y/N's so calm behind the wheel and Lando's just... there for vibes 😂 

@.User2 The thigh grab when she talked about long distance??? They're so in love it physically hurts me 

@.User3 they're giving chaotic domestic energy and i'm eating it UP.

@.User4 Thank you for feeding us with (yourship name) content

*Photo is from pinterest- however, I made the YouTube bit

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[globesiem]

bring back dry humping ! — lando norris.

very clearly a draft. i wanna eat this man whole. minors leave i beg of you <3.

the aftermath of the fia awards was, to put it mildly, exhausting for lando. though he thoroughly enjoyed celebrating the unique achievement that was the constructors championship, this same award also meant having to miss out on a few much needed longed for days of his offseason— which he’d much rather spend caressing his girlfriend and making up for all the lost time while he’d been at the motorhome rather than in their shared bed.

you didn’t have much to say other than praise, especially when such an eloquent award was being handed to your boyfriend’s team. there was nothing other than pride clouding your mind, and a heartwarming sensation taking over your chest.

you also didn’t have much to say when you saw your boyfriend in the suit tailored especially for the most prestigious event of the season, along with the fresh haircut that sent your head into a frenzy.

“somethin’ wrong, darling?” the teasing tone of his voice almost made you want to roll your eyes, but the way his hand combed through his hair, his signature smile adorning his face, made your knees involuntarily weaken, gulping with a slow shake of your head.

it had all happened way too quickly. the movement and tight grip of his hands onto your hips, dragging you onto his lap as he fell back onto the couch on the living room of your flat. the crash of his lips on yours, hands slowly traveling to the flesh of your ass before he gave a possessive squeeze.

“what’s got you all worked up, hm?” oh, he was mean. he was well aware of the effect he had on you, his voice taunting, almost daring you to voice the dirty thoughts that were crossing your mind at the sight of him.

having him impossibly close wasn’t doing much to help your case either, and lando knew you well enough to distinguish that remarkable lustful glint in your eyes, as well as the obvious damp feel of your panties over his dress pants.

“can’t believe everyone got to see my boyfriend in this suit,” your voice almost came out as a whine, your hands gently tracing over his clothed chest, which you desperately seemed to want to claw at, evident by the lick of your lips and the subtle grind onto his lap.

“who’d i come home to, though, hm?” the smirk on his lips and his mocking tone was borderline intoxicating, the ghostly touches of his hands over your hips were possessive, and the way you moved your hips onto his was too much for both of you yet not nearly enough.

“shut up, just kiss me.” you managed to mumble with a soft gasp before desperately encapsulating your lips with his, messily enough where spit was exchanged, your hips rolling onto his with a newfound desperation and neediness that you had been neglecting during the season.

lando was enjoying this more than you were, by far, so much so that his dress pants were beginning to become a burden, yet the friction of your clothed core and his pants were hogging his brain to the point where thinking of anything else would be impossible, the desperation and built up desire not allowing either of you to discard your clothes.

it was messy, of course, the way your hips were rolling onto his groin, wanting to feel him inside– yet the friction from the fabric added an intoxicating pleasure you would never allow yourself to deny. your hands were placed on his shoulders for stability, nails leaving marks as a moan found its way into the desperate kiss.

lando pulled away momentarily, while still guiding your hips to quickly roll onto his quickly, seeing your contorted face in pleasure egged him on to begin to kiss down your jaw, then down to your neck, biting slightly into the skin, just enough for a bruise to appear.

he was getting more impatient by the second, and all his mind could focus on was the movement onto him, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards which caused a loud moan to slip from your mouth, the added pleasure bringing you closer to a release.

lando hated to admit how a woman of your caliber could make him so incredibly weak, to the point of grinding onto each other as only animals would, to the point of almost reaching an orgasm like a teenager would– cumming in his pants.

you sped up to the point where your breaths were ragged, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clung to your boyfriend’s shoulders while he continued thrusting upwards through shaky groans.

“atta girl, gonna make me cum in my pants, aren’t you?” his words were taunting, but so attractive when he was humping you like he’d pass out if he didn’t release soon– he was utterly addicted to the feeling, mumbling praise while he felt himself get closer to his climax, noticing the way your movements began go falter with a string of whines.

“lan– please,” you whimpered out while desperately holding onto his tuxedo like your life depended on it, mumbling a final plea before pleasure overtook your body, spilling your juices onto your panties and coincidentally, his dress pants.

“let go for me, princess, i got you.” he spoke through another babble of soft words, though he was just as gone as you were, letting out a shaky groan before releasing into his pants, a sigh escaping his lips as his chest began to rise and fall with adrenaline. “fuck, couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?”

“never. that suit was provocative.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

psycho - January 14 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 333

“Your boyfriend’s a psycho,” Adam Robbins hissed to James as he ran into the Great Hall, pushing Sirius into the wall as he went (there was chocolate cake).

At this, he stopped short, a giant grin instantly turning to a cold glare. ���What?” he asked. There wasn’t much that could make him forget about cake, but this qualified.

“He threatened to curse me bald in Potions today, and it wasn’t the first time! Merlin, Potter, at least if you’re going to adopt a Slytherin out of some twisted sense of pity or something, keep him on a short leash,”  the Ravenclaw drawled, grimacing.

James didn’t have to retort, though. Because a familiar hand on his elbow told him that it was a good idea to keep quiet.

“Of course I’d threaten you, with the shit you said to Pandora, you absolutely horrible excuse for a human,” Regulus spat, folding his arms and looking like he was only seconds away from blasting Robbins off the face of the earth. “How dare you? Next time, maybe I won’t do you the courtesy of a warning if this is what you chose to do with it. What did you think, that Potter would break up with me? Tell me off? Ridiculous.”

James grinned a bit at the way Robbins’s confident glare faltered. He had to admit, watching Regulus yell at someone was a bit mesmerizing.

“I hope it’s clear that running to my boyfriend doesn’t seem to have the effect you intended, but just in case you need it spelled out for you, James does not control me,” Regulus continued, expression murderous. “Actually,” he turned to James and gave him a little smirk, “if anyone holds ‘the leash’ here, it’s me.”

Robbins gave James an incredulous look, but all he did was shrug and grin, as if to say, ‘It’s kind of true.’

And he was quite proud of himself for that one, because it earned him a rather passionate kiss as Robbins stormed away, fuming.

[majorblinks]

triple dog dare (ive wonyoung)

(male reader, prompt for & much love to suchsweetstories, 6k words)

A year to the day since the last time you saw her face:

You run into Jang Wonyoung in the alley behind a seedy bar.

“Hey,” you say, and stop short. 

“Hey,” Wonyoung says. She’s wearing a black dress, thin straps, hem falling past her knees. She doesn’t even look surprised to see you. Only coughs around the cigarette she’s smoking.

“I was actually just about to call you.” 

“Were you?” Her voice, when unforced, is always different than you expect. Low and rich and full. 

“Yeah,” you say. It’s ludicrous, running into her tonight. Like something more divine than coincidence. “I was. Happy birthday.” 

Wonyoung stares at you.

“Don’t,” she says. “Don’t say that to me.” 

It doesn’t matter that it’s been a year. Jang Wonyoung is the same as she always is. Ice-cold. No dimples. No smile. All that glossy excessive hair. Those unseeing, unblinking large round doll eyes, reflective sheen like they’re encased in plastic. She looks beautiful. She looks like a ghost. She looks like she hasn’t eaten in weeks, sickly and skeletal in the moonlight. She looks like no one you could ever love.

“Wonyoung,” you say. “Come home with me.”

She takes another drag. You shouldn’t smoke, you think of telling her; come on, you’re killing yourself. But you’d never say that. You’re not in the business of hurting her and you never have been. Plus it’s her twenty-fifth birthday and there’s only so much cruelty a girl can take, even a girl like her. 

It doesn’t matter that it’s been a year. Everything between you two is still as spectacularly fucked up as it’s always been. 

“Fuck you,” Wonyoung says. And then she takes your hand. 

-

You and Wonyoung have no reason to know each other. But:

“This is my table.” 

It’s seven years ago and the first time you meet is in college, when you’re waiting in an on-campus coffee shop and look up from your laptop and there’s this girl standing above you with her arms crossed, looking somewhat mutinous. “I’m sorry?” you say. 

“This is my table.” No pleasantries. Actually tapping her foot at you in her prissy little ballet flat. “I sit here every time I come here.”

“Uh,” you say. 

“So move,” says the girl, flatly. 

“Um-” 

“My God, Wonyoung, are you already torturing him?” 

The switch in mood is immediate, an impossible glimpse of summer sun in mid-winter blizzard. An Yujin walks up with her dimples and tight jeans and dazzling smile and throws an arm around the girl’s stiff, slender shoulders. The effect she has on you just by walking into a room is physical. You relax the second she throws that smile your way. 

“Oh,” says the girl. Looks from Yujin to you. Her expression shifts even colder, as if to compensate. But just like you, her posture relaxes too. “So he’s one of yours?” 

You splutter. “One of-” 

“Shush.” Yujin smacks a kiss to the girl’s cheek. “Ignore her,” she says to you. “This is Wonyoung, my best friend. And - yes, she’s always this much of a sweetheart.” Then she grins, throws a hand out to you in a flourish. “Wonyoung, this is the guy I’m going to marry when I turn thirty.” 

“I’m her boyfriend,” you supply. “Nice to meet you.” 

Wonyoung’s face contorts like she’s just eaten something very sour. She gives you a rather unimpressed once-over, from your hair to your shoes. You’re halfway convinced that she’s about to chew you out like a mean girl from a movie. But all she says is: “Thirty? Like, exactly? You don’t want to get married earlier?”

“I’m not going to get married in my twenties like a fucking child bride,” says Yujin, appalled. “I’m way too pretty to squander my youth like that.” 

Horrifically this makes both you and Wonyoung laugh. You glance her way; she wrinkles her pert, perfect nose, disgruntled to have something in common with you. 

“Thanks for saving me a seat,” Yujin says, cheerfully oblivious or very good at faking it, and plops herself down right next to you.

Somehow you all end up sharing the table for the next two hours. Obviously Wonyoung doesn’t say another word to you that isn’t snide and you roll your eyes every time she tosses that long glossy curtain of hair. But you keep having these moments where you glance up and your gazes connect, where you catch each other with mirroring grins, where she goes to kick Yujin under the table at the same time you reach for her hand. It’s uncanny and horrible. She looks at Yujin the exact same way you do; quickly it becomes clear that this is kind of the root of the problem. But it’s just kid stuff, this instant rivalry. It’s college and you’re a stupid teenager and she’s a heinous bitch. You don’t look at Jang Wonyoung and think: We’re going to know each other forever. 

But that’s exactly what you do. 

-

About how you met An Yujin: 

You were taking the same two PM lecture. You both sat in the back of the class. You turned to the side on the very first day and saw bangs and bright eyes and dimples and a low-cut top and a thousand-watt smile. Hi, the girl said. Her hair was up. You couldn’t stop staring at the column of her throat. Hi, you said, dumbly. The smile got wider. Then she said: You’re really cute. Why don’t I know you? Ten minutes later you were skipping class to make out in the bathroom. A week later you were dating. I don’t believe in taking things slow, Yujin said that Saturday, following you into your shitty dorm room wearing shorts so tiny it should qualify as public indecency. She’d made you laugh and then sucked your soul out through your dick and then made you laugh again. Naturally you have come to the conclusion that you have miraculously stumbled across the love of your life. But she holds your hand and kisses your mouth and steals all your clothes and fucks you half to death and tells everyone who’ll listen that she’s marrying you so at least you’re pretty sure it’s mutual. 

“Oh, wow,” says Wonyoung, when she hears you tell this story. “Been there.” 

You gape at her for a second. Then say: “Which part?” 

“Definitely the part where she fell in love with me after I gave her the best head of her life,” says Yujin. 

“No,” says Wonyoung, frostily, color rising in her cheeks. “Shut up. Obviously not that. We’ve never - whatever. I meant the…” Here she mimics you: “Why don’t I know you?” 

“Right.” You say. You shoot a sidelong glance at Yujin, who looks very pleased with herself. Flash of both dimples and most of her teeth. “That how she got you, too?” 

“Pretty much,” agrees Wonyoung. “Seventh grade. She sat right next to me in class and said: You’re too pretty for me to not know you.” Wonyoung makes her voice nasal and smarmy with the impression, gives an exasperated little eye-roll after. But there’s a tilt to her mouth that makes you think that line worked exactly the way it was supposed to. “Best friends ever since.”

“Is this what you do?” you say to Yujin, whose smile has gone so wide her eyes are nearly shut. “You just walk up to people and decide they belong to you?”

Except these days you’ve learned to know her, so you already know the answer. Oddly enough you’ve sort of learned to know Wonyoung, too. It’s weird but the months pass and the three of you hang out every week, almost every day. You skip more classes than you attend and pretend you’re studying together just to end up talking for hours and go to terrible frat parties and spend your weekends getting high in their dorm room until Yujin’s half in your lap and Wonyoung’s ice-princess face has split open in real unguarded laughter. When she looks at you in those moments it’s almost like you’re friends. But then she sees you looking and her expression goes cold and you’re certain you never will be. 

“Yep,” chirps Yujin, leans in, kisses you. Pulls back with victory in her eyes. “Now you’re mine forever.”

“Alright,” you say, smiling. “I think I can be okay with that.” 

-

She breaks up with you that spring. 

She was really very nice about it in the moment, too. Said all the right things like she was reading from a playbook, held your hand to soften the blow. Her bangs were falling into her eyes and you went to brush them away before you remembered you were no longer allowed to. She sighed and said: It’s not you, it’s me. But coming out of her mouth it sounded like brave and earnest honesty instead of the world’s worst cliché. What happened to being yours forever? you wanted to say, and didn’t. Like she’d heard it anyway, Yujin smiled sadly. So sympathetic and sorry. I’m sorry things have to be like this, she told you. I never meant to break your heart. But you stared at those dimples and you knew better. Does it really matter if I left you? that smile said. You still belong to me.

Is there any way we can still be friends? Yujin asked, blinking up at you hopefully. 

Of course, you said, sick with love for her. Always. 

“Damn,” says Wonyoung, when she hears the news. She’s doing that thing where she makes her voice higher than it actually is, as if the princess-like benevolence will cover all the sarcasm. “Tough break. I really thought you guys were in it for the long haul.”

“We’re better off as friends,” you say. “Just like you and her, right? Friends.”

Wonyoung’s doll eyes narrow to slits. You watch her fingers twitch, each nail painted pink like viscera. But all she says is, “Right,” voice still sugar-sweet, and somehow turns away without strangling you. 

And, well. Probably you’ll hate each other's guts forever. Probably she’ll murder you some other time. But you’re Yujin’s two favorite people in the world - that’s a tie that won’t break easily. Like being handcuffed to Wonyoung’s bony little wrist, thrashing so hard against the link between you that it leaves you both with bruises. 

Or scars, one day, if you keep this up. But you’ll just have to wait and see. 

-

A comprehensive list of your most significant memories involving An Yujin and Jang Wonyoung:

1. Freshman year finals week, the three of you holed up in the twenty-four-hour study room in the library until you accidentally fell asleep. Somehow you had all melted together on the floor like some misshapen, multi-headed body; Wonyoung was leaning against your shoulder; Yujin was kind of sprawled across both of your laps. Guys, you said, which startled Wonyoung awake. What are you… she began, peeved to be touching you, obviously about to throw some sort of fit. But then she saw that Yujin was still knocked out cold and paused. Wonyoung’s face was still puffy with sleep, mascara flaking off beneath her eyes. It was the first time you had ever seen her look less than perfect. Eventually Wonyoung said: Don’t wake her up. Then she spent the better part of an hour pressed against your side, sifting a hand through Yujin’s hair. Thing is, you probably knew Wonyoung was in love with Yujin before then. But that was the moment you were finally sure. 

2. Sophomore year Yujin dated some guy who thought she hung the moon, which was the kind of worship that can really only end one way: him storming out of Yujin’s dorm and running straight into you and Wonyoung and snapping: I don’t know how you put up with her - that girl is seriously fucked up. Then he started talking shit about her to anyone who would listen. So one night you and Wonyoung and Yujin went out to the parking lot and destroyed her ex’s car. More accurately: you and Wonyoung destroyed his car while Yujin sat on the curb and cheered you on. Whatever. You were all pretty drunk. Here’s what you remember: Yujin’s wicked grin, moonlight pooling in the cup of her collarbone. Wonyoung, wearing a miniskirt and hair tied up in some complicated updo. She was so ridiculous and girlish and vain, even then: leather gloves and lip gloss as she dug a knife into some asshole’s tires. She caught you staring and scowled at you, like she was waiting for you to finish the job. So you glared back and you did. Spectating from her spot on the curb, Yujin laughed and laughed. I fucking love you guys, she hollered, and you believed her. You had never seen her happier and maybe never would.

3. Junior year Yujin started drinking a lot, and often, and destructively, to the point that you and Wonyoung began staying sober at parties just to look after her. But there was this one night where you were so tired of playing babysitter to the girl who broke your heart that you got drunk yourself and started flirting with some girl who was not nearly as gorgeous or complex or exhilarating or infuriating as An Yujin. Which was okay. Preferable, actually. But then just as you started kissing her Wonyoung stomped up to you and bodily ripped you off this girl with strength she summoned from God-knows-where and demanded to know where Yujin was. I don’t know, you said. You don’t know? she repeated, the high panicked pitch of her voice unfeigned for once. And that’s how you knew it was bad. So you two tore the place apart looking for her and eventually found Yujin locked in the upstairs bathroom. She was crying hysterically, blubbering nonsense. You were willing to step out, let her cool off. But Wonyoung knelt by the door. Please, she said. Her face was pale and tight with fear. Please open the door. I just need to know you’re okay. Tell me you’re okay. She stayed like that for twenty minutes until Yujin flung open the door and threw her body into Wonyoung’s arms, tears apparently forgotten. Wonyoung shut her eyes. As she hugged Yujin back you could see that she was trembling all over. After you’d both gotten her home and into bed Wonyoung yelled at you for a long time, for being a fucking idiot, for letting Yujin get so drunk, for leaving her alone, God, fuck, don’t you know you can’t leave her alone like that? Then she’d sunk to her knees outside of Yujin’s bedroom door and put her face in her hands and took in a deep, long breath. It’s just, she said, very quietly. There was this one night. In high school. She got so drunk, and I found her on the roof, and she was saying all these things - and then Wonyoung cut herself off. Shook her head very quickly. It doesn’t matter, she said. I worry because I have a good reason to. I’ve seen what she’s capable of. 

4. Senior year you discovered Wonyoung was kind of weird about sex. You shouldn’t have ever known this. You wouldn’t have ever known this except that Wonyoung started hooking up with one of her TAs and subsequently began showing up with bruises everywhere: wrists and neck, inner thighs in her frilly skirts, ankles and thin forearms and knees. So one day you pulled her aside and said: Look, if anyone’s hurting you… But Wonyoung only stared at you blankly. Then nearly smiled. Oh, she said. No one’s doing anything to me that I didn’t beg for. Which was - fine. It was fine. Actually the thing that bothered you most about this was that Yujin was the same way. When you were dating her it had always kind of freaked you out, how hard she wanted to be hit. So one day you were talking with Yujin and Yujin made some crass joke about Wonyoung and her bruises and you just went: Why does she do it? Almost immediately Yujin replied: Because she hates herself. Obviously this shocked you. What? you said. Wonyoung? No. Why would you think that? And Yujin grinned at you with all her teeth and said: Take a wild guess.

5. Graduation, when Yujin wrapped her arms around you and Wonyoung and gave you both sloppy gross kisses on your cheeks and said: Not to be fucking disgusting right now, but you guys are going to be my best friends forever and ever and ever. You and Wonyoung groaned and complained: Yujin, ugh, that is fucking disgusting. Yeah, well, said Yujin, carefree and lovely, so high she’d never come down: Aren’t we all? And right then you met Wonyoung’s eyes and secretly thought the two of you would love An Yujin for the rest of your lives. 

6. Three years ago, on Wonyoung’s twenty-second birthday, when you got the call.

-

There’s this one conversation the three of you have, drunk at the top level of a parking garage: 

“How do you wanna go?” 

Yujin’s leaning over the railing, wind in her hair. You and Wonyoung are on either side of her and trying very hard not to stare. But it’s a beautiful night and she’s got her head tipped back to the night sky and she’s smiling, dimples and all. You and Wonyoung look for so long at her that you accidentally make eye contact, just past the slope of Yujin’s nose. Probably Wonyoung’s wasted, or you are, and you’re seeing things. Because for a second you swear she almost smiles at you. 

“Something painless,” Wonyoung says. It’s funny because she has a constellation of bruises on her collarbone right now, courtesy of her regular TA hook-up. You’ve never known her as a girl to shy away from pain. “Like - I just go to sleep and I never wake up. I don’t want to be afraid. That’d be the worst part.” 

You look back at the moon, full and high in the sky. Say: “I agree, actually.” 

“Ew,” says Wonyoung. She’s definitely smiling now; you can hear it in her voice. “Get your own way to die.” 

“I think,” Yujin says. She’s speaking very softly. When you turn to her you see her eyes are closed, like she’s somewhere else entirely. “I’d want it to be exciting. Theatrical.” You watch the swanlike line of that beautiful throat bare itself to the stars. “A blaze of glory. You know me.” 

“You have major issues,” says Wonyoung. But she’s laughing, and you’re so close to graduation and the endless golden possibility of the rest of your lives, and that one horrible night from junior year feels very far away. “Good luck with that blaze of glory.” 

“Baby, I’m not blazing alone,” says Yujin, seriously, which sends you and Wonyoung into hysterics. “You guys know I’m taking you two down with me, right? If I’m going, you’re going.”

You and Wonyoung switch from giggling to protesting heavily about this - come on, you two say, talking over each other, except Wonyoung’s too drunk to fake her little princess voice so she’s sort of steamrolling you entirely and you’re reaching around Yujin to shove her in the shoulder, unfortunately totally in sync, variations on the same playful complaint: Yujin, God, leave us out of your fucking drama. We love you, you know we do. But let us live. 

But then Yujin turns and breaks into a smile so stunning it brings both you and Wonyoung into complete silence. 

“Please,” says Yujin, airily. “Like you could ever live without me.” 

-

Three years ago, on Wonyoung’s twenty-second birthday, when you get the call:

“Hey,” you say. “What’s up? You never call me.”

But there’s a sudden and terrible unease creeping up your spine; a feeling like someone is breathing down the back of your neck. Because it’s true. Wonyoung never calls you. Unless it’s about-

“Yujin,” chokes out Wonyoung, in this horrible, sobbing gasp. “Yujin, she - she-“

She never gets the words out. But somehow you just know.

-

The day of the funeral-

You don’t want to talk about the funeral. 

-

Somehow the world doesn’t stop turning. Months pass, then years. You try to move on and be normal. You get a job. You make new friends. You try to date people. You want to be as honest as you can. But there’s not really a delicate way to say that the girl you loved hung herself from her ceiling fan when you were twenty-two. So mostly you just don’t talk about it at all. 

But it’s like an inevitability. Like they can all smell something tragic and wrong on you, taste the thick weight of grief in your mouth. Eventually all your girlfriends get skittish, suspicious. They don’t leave you. They want to figure you out. Going through your drawers, guessing at your passcode, scrolling through your texts. Confronting you at the end of the line: Who’s that girl in your camera roll, smiling at the lens? Who’s that girl you keep calling who never picks up the phone?

The truth always comes out, in the end. She was my favorite person in the world. She died. She’s gone. 

Even the aftermath is the same. The big shocked eyes. The: Oh, I’m so sorry. The polite, perfunctory condolences, drawing you into their arms. And then, later, to all their friends: Well, I think he might be too sad, too damaged; I catch him wandering in circles around the apartment like he’s looking for something he’s lost. He says her name in his sleep. He wakes up crying. He’s too much; he’s in no place to love or be loved, and might not be for a long, long time. Yeah, I guess he’s a good guy, real nice, real sweet, but I’m leaving him - some things are just too heavy for anyone to handle.

“I don’t know why you bother trying,” Wonyoung says. “No one will ever understand you anymore.”

It’s her twenty-fourth birthday. You’re sitting on the hood of your car, sharing a cigarette. You’re not holding hands so much as you’re holding her wrist in your lap, tracing the clasp of the charm bracelet Yujin gave her when they were fifteen. Yujin had a matching one, too. They’d buried her in it. At her funeral you’d stared transfixed at that glint of gold and remembered how it used to warm with the heat of her skin and how strange it was that if you touched it in that moment it would be just as cold as she was now, would be forever. You never once looked at her face. 

You thumb the twinkling charms of Wonyoung’s bracelet. You’ve seen other guys tug her around by this wrist hard enough to bruise. But you only lift her hand to your mouth and press a kiss to the soft pale center of her palm. 

“You will,” you say. “You do.”

-

A comprehensive list of people you have spoken to about the day An Yujin died:

1. The guy who lived next door to Yujin. He’d been the one to call the cops first, actually. All the noise had woken him up. The screaming, he said. Her friend, the one who found her - she just wouldn’t stop screaming.

2. Yujin’s parents. But only very briefly. They always liked Wonyoung more than you.

3. The old lady who saw you standing on the curb, staring up at Yujin’s bedroom window. She lived across the street. Apparently she’d lived there Yujin’s whole life. Well, she told you, sighing with a shake of her head. It’s a tragedy, certainly. But we knew that one wasn’t long for this world. She wasn’t all there. She was always very fragile. Very reckless. All those hospital stays. You know she tried to kill herself before? Parents called the police and everything; terrible racket at two AM. You know she got drunk and crashed her car into that tree in our front yard? We didn’t blame her. We thought: Oh, poor girl. Everyone knew she was troubled. Plus, our lawn looks much nicer without the tree. God, sweetheart, I’m sorry for bringing up the tree. You lost much more than a silly tree. That’s horrible. That’s heartbreaking. You loved her, didn’t you? You loved her?*

4. Wonyoung. For a long time you kept having this same conversation about that night. Just tell me, you were always saying, I don’t understand, you just saw her, you were just with her, how could this have happened? Wonyoung must have heard an accusation in there somewhere because one day she turned to you and said: I don’t know what you want me to say. She was already dead when I found her. I tried. I did everything I could. I had her skin underneath my fingernails. I begged to fucking God. I couldn’t save her.**

(*Right, you said, staring up at that dark window, that childhood bedroom, the last place to feel her breathe. Yujin’s whole life. Beginning to end. She’d never even make it to twenty-two. I loved her.)

(**Don’t look at me like that, Wonyoung said. You couldn’t have saved her either.)

-

The day of the funeral-

You and Wonyoung decide that you’re going to go together. So in the morning you show up at her place. 

Even now she’s inhumanly beautiful. Exquisite, really. Without makeup her doll eyes look wider than ever, underlined by bruiselike marks of exhaustion. She’s wearing this dress. Black, thin straps, clinging to her tiny waist, hanging past her knees. Her hair shines and cascades and never ends. For some reason you can’t stop looking at the sharp point of her left shoulder. Once someone had grown a bad habit of sinking their teeth into that shoulder, back in college. You never truly knew who. Only had a suspicion. Only saw the marks that lingered for days afterwards. The same little cuts reopened, over and over. You can’t believe she was left unscarred. You stare at her for a long while. 

When you look up to her face, she’s staring back at you. 

“Hey,” Wonyoung says, doll eyes gleaming with tears. 

For a moment it’s as though you share a brain, and maybe a body too, fitting yourselves into the same coffin, dirt in your eyes and mouths and noses and lungs, suffocating as one. Involuntarily in sync in your train of thought, the way you always have been. This is it. Things will never be okay ever again. It’s the end of the world and the only thing we ever loved on this whole miserable planet put a noose around her neck and abandoned us. It’s just you and me, now. You and me. 

“Hey,” you say. The link between you two as binding as it ever was. Or stronger, now that it’s the only thing that’s left. 

Maybe that’s why you end up in her bed. 

-

It’s terrible and torturous and hot and wet and messy and nowhere near as gentle as it should be. You fuck her like you’re trying to forget the ghost in the room, or maybe like you’re trying to summon her back to life, start the seance, make a spirit board out of her body. Hands sliding over her sharp ribs, concave stomach, pulling someone else’s postmortem from the sharp protrusion of bone. You sink your teeth into that perfect shoulder like you can taste whoever did it before you. Blood and sweat and soil over a grave. Indents of a phantom’s incisors. Wonyoung makes a horrible choked sound in the back of her throat. She pulls you off her shoulder, takes your hand, brings it up past her tummy and little tits and unbruised neck. Drags your palm over her face. Presses your thumb into her cheekbone. You dwarf her, you do. You could smother her. You could do something you can never take back. 

“Hit me,” Wonyoung rasps out. 

“No.” She’s dripping around your cock. “No.” 

“You want to. You - you blame me.” The words come out in fitful little gasps. Halting like the stutter of your hips and the wet pulse of her cunt, like she’s trying to push you out, like she’s trying to keep you inside her forever, to replace whatever’s gone missing, to fill an impossible void. “For not saving her.” She won’t break eye contact. She won’t blink. “You think - you - you think it was my fault.” 

“I don’t. I don’t.” 

“You’re right, you know. It was my fault.”

“Wonyoung, shut up, stop talking-” 

“Just hit me. I deserve it.” You can’t stand it. You can’t stand her. Big doll eyes and little doll mouth open and red and wet like a wound. “Hit me. Hit me, hit me, hit me-” 

You’re shaking when you wrench yourself out and away from her, lurching back, leaving her body there on the bed, teeth marks in her shoulder, slick down her thighs, heaving for air. You clutch your arms to your chest like a frightened child. You put your hands somewhere they could never hurt her. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you say. Your voice sounds strange. You don’t know when you started crying. “And I’d never hurt you.” 

She stares up at you with true and desperate hate in her expression, unmoving, dark hair spread out beneath her like a burial ground. So pale and brittle and cold and cadaverous. She could be the dead girl in the room, the eternal haunting. She could be the beautiful thing they’re about to bury in the dirt.

“You’re a fucking coward,” Wonyoung says. And then she begins to sob.

-

She puts her black dress back on and you get in the driver’s seat of your car. You go to the funeral together. You don’t speak. You stand all the way in the back and see Yujin in her casket and watch her parents fall apart. 

Wonyoung reaches out and takes your hand, and doesn’t let it go for a very long time.

-

A comprehensive list of everything that happened on the day An Yujin died:

1. Wonyoung and Yujin got into a fight. 

2. It was the summer after graduation and you had driven down to their hometown to go to their birthday party. It was just Wonyoung’s birthday, technically, but they always celebrated their birthdays together - they’d done it since they turned thirteen and fourteen, one right after the other. They used to show you pictures, their two little faces and one birthday cake, Yujin’s dimples and Wonyoung’s doll eyes all lit up by candles. Except this year, just before the party, they’d apparently gotten into this huge fight. No one knew what it was about, just that it was bad enough to make them spend their entire birthday party on opposite sides of the room, staunchly ignoring each other. A big deal. But you knew they’d be okay, obviously. You were their best friend and had seen more of them together than anyone at this party so you were confident being the voice of reason. They’ll be fine, you kept telling everyone. They’ll make up. They can’t stay mad at each other forever. You were certain of this because at some point during college you’d once caught Wonyoung stumbling out of her dorm on the verge of tears, wearing Yujin’s shirt with bite marks on her shoulder, Yujin shouting something taunting and catty and cruel after her, and you realized in that moment that Yujin had probably broken Wonyoung’s heart a million times over, much worse than she’d ever broken yours. Even then they were always okay. Always. Give it an hour. Give it a day. Look, come on, guys, you said, tomorrow is Yujin’s birthday. They’re always together. They’ll always be together. They’ll be alright. 

3. That night, as you were leaving the party, Wonyoung pulled you aside and said to you, quietly: We’ll fix it in the morning.

4. That night, as you were leaving the party, Yujin wrapped you in a hug and kissed your cheek sloppily and said: Ugh, get off of me, loser. Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t miss me too much. Well, maybe miss me a little. Oh, shut up. You love me. Bye. 

-

Now, three years to the day since the girl you both loved died:

It’s her twenty-fifth birthday, so Wonyoung smokes her cigarettes out the passenger side window of your car and lets you take her home. You talk about the messes you’ve made of your lives. You slip off her black dress and kiss her sharp shoulder. You’re real sweet to her, when you fuck her. So sweet that after you make her cum Wonyoung looks up at you with tears in her eyes and says: “I wish that you’d just hurt me.”

“I know,” you say, quietly. “But I won’t.”

And when she kisses you, you think she knows you meant it when you said you never will. 

-

In the morning, you pick up a cake and flowers and drive out to the cemetery.

Wonyoung leans down and kisses the headstone. “Happy birthday,” she whispers.

You sit in the grass by the grave and share thick slices of cake. Wonyoung takes large, gluttonous bites and spits each of them out into a napkin instead of swallowing. Your stomach curdles in revolt. You think of her cigarettes. You think that Jang Wonyoung is always kind of killing herself, a slow and excruciating descent into being the girl in the open casket with a golden bracelet that you’ll never be able to forget. You could say something poetic and poignant about this cemetery, about the agony of burying her body beside the girl you both loved, about not being able to lose her, too. You can’t leave me, you could tell her. You can’t go where she went. You’re my best friend. You’re my last safe place. I need you here with me. 

“That’s fucking disgusting,” you say, instead. 

Wonyoung smiles, shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah, well,” she says, playing along. She remembers. She always remembers. There’s frosting on her chin. “Aren’t we all?”

You think of wiping the frosting off with your thumb. You think of doing a lot of things. You smile back at her and hope it’s enough. 

-

(One last significant memory, just for the road: 

It’s your sophomore year of college. You and Wonyoung are together at a party. You’re both mad at Yujin; you can’t remember why. But she’s in some guy’s lap on the couch and you and Wonyoung are both drunk and miserable in the corner and pretending not to stare at her. You’re ignoring each other, mostly. Except then there’s this moment where Wonyoung takes a step and stumbles in her stupid prim Mary Jane heels and you reach out and place a hand on her back to steady her. It’d be totally fine except for the fact that her shirt’s cropped and her hair’s up and your fingers graze bare skin, the notches in her spine. Electric and instantaneous. Wonyoung’s posture snaps impossibly straighter.

“Sorry,” you say. But Wonyoung puts a dainty finger to your elbow and keeps you there. 

“You and me,” she says. 

“What?”

Wonyoung turns to you. In her heels she almost matches you in height. She’s not looking at your face so much as your throat, studying the work of muscle as you swallow. You’re not looking at anything but the lip gloss on her mouth. 

“You and me,” she says, except this time you understand her entirely. “She’d lose it. Because she thinks we belong to her.” 

“Right,” you say. The obvious goes unsaid: We do belong to her. “Okay. So-” 

You don’t pull her close so much as you fall together, a clumsy chain reaction of movements. Your hands and that tiny waist. Her wrists draped around your neck. Bracelet pressed against your skin, an exact match to the one on the girl across the room, watching you. 

Wonyoung whispers, “Kiss me.” 

So you do. 

It’s a curious, tentative thing. Like it’s the first time either of you two have ever kissed anyone. Shy, awkward, careful, exploratory. Sweet. You never thought she’d be so sweet. Probably because you’ve spent the last year and a half with you two at each other’s throats half the time, you facing down her ice-princess voice and pout and perpetually rolling eyes. Near six feet tall and bulletproof, this one. Except now you’re cupping her little face in your hands and feeling her tremble against your mouth and she’s nothing like you thought she was. She’s just a girl. She’s just so small. Everyone who��d ever touched her has probably hurt her in one way or another, on purpose or by accident. Even - well. You won’t know this until later but Yujin will be furious about this, in that manic, vicious, smiling way of hers; she’ll take shots at you for weeks before she cools off. Say a lot of things about being left behind, used and disposed of. Oh, she’ll say, grinning and dimpled, voice serrated, I get it; you’re tired of me, bored of me. I’ll leave you two alone, then. Have fun. No, I understand: you guys don’t need me anymore. And you and Wonyoung will know she’s being unfair and immature and manipulative and reassure her anyway - that’s just what you do when you love somebody. An Yujin, you’ll tell her, over and over. You know we’ll always need you. 

But for now, there’s only this. Her lip gloss and your mouth. Perfume sweet like summer fruit. Fragile cheekbones beneath your thumbs that could shatter as easy as glass. 

Wonyoung pulls back, and says: “That was weird.” 

You don’t say a word. You stare at those big doll eyes. The breathless rise and fall of her chest. For the first and last time in your life, you think: I could love you, if you’d let me. 

“Extremely weird,” you say, after a long moment. 

She nods once, licks her lips, leaves your arms. And then you never talk about it again.)

-

Sprawled on the grass in the afternoon light, Wonyoung tells you she doesn’t need you to drive her back from the cemetery. “I’ll walk,” she says. “My place is close enough. And it’s a nice day.”

You stand. Across Yujin’s grave sits a vase of sunflowers, their faces all turned towards the sky. “You’ll be okay?” 

The sun shines so brightly that you have to shield your eyes as you look down at her. It’s the first day of September. Soon the turning leaves and the wind and the fog and the rain will creep in and steal what’s left of the summer. Everything changes, eventually; everyone leaves and dies and moves on. But for now the girl you thought you could never love sits in the sunlight with the ghost you thought you always would, just like they did when they were kids, twelve and thirteen, eighteen and nineteen, twenty-five and twenty-one forever. It’s sort of funny. Sometimes the link between you and Wonyoung feels less like handcuffs and more like a lifeline. Sometimes you can still hear Yujin’s voice saying: If I’m going, you’re going. But against all odds you’re still here. For however long it lasts. You’re here. 

Wonyoung smiles. “Probably not,” she says. “But I’ll live.” 

-

<3

[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland characters reacting to their lover—flushed and glistening with sweat—saying 'It's so hot,' completely unaware of how seductive he look.

— Heartslabyul : Savanaclaw : Octavinelle x male!reader. cw: slightly suggestive.

— Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was mid-sentence about the proper way to organize summer tea sets when he saw you wipe sweat from your brow, cheeks flushed, shirt clinging ever so slightly to your back. The way you absentmindedly fanned yourself and sighed, “It’s so hot,” made his voice catch in his throat. His words faltered, his face nearly matching yours in color. He quickly turned away, ears red, muttering something about sunstroke.

“Y-You should change into something lighter,” he stammered, grabbing a fan and thrusting it toward you like a weapon. But even as he handed it over, he couldn't stop glancing at you—his proper, rule-abiding brain spiraling into chaos at how unfairly tempting you looked. You had no idea the kind of effect you were having on him… and that made it so much worse.

Trey Clover

Trey did a double-take when he saw you panting, red-cheeked and fanning yourself, clearly miserable in the summer heat. “You okay?” he asked, but the glint in his eye said something else. His gaze lingered a little too long on your flushed lips and glistening skin. He swallowed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck as a crooked smile played at his lips.

“You’re lucky I’m not the kind of guy to take advantage of the situation,” he said, voice low. “But you’re making it real hard to behave.” He got up, brought you an ice-cold drink, and pressed the frosty glass gently to your lips himself. His eyes never left yours. “If you keep looking at me like that… heat’s not the only thing we’ll be sweating over.”

Cater Diamond

Cater practically dropped his phone when he looked up and saw you sprawled on the couch, flushed, panting, glistening from the heat. “Whew~ okay, you cannot just say ‘it’s so hot’ while looking like that, (name),” he drawled, clearly flustered but very into it. He sat beside you and angled his phone like he was scrolling… but he was definitely trying to sneak a few pics of your glistening face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t post them,” he winked. “These are for the private gallery~” Then, more sincerely, he leaned in and murmured, “You look way too good like this. It’s dangerous.” The teasing tone dropped into something deeper, more real—Cater’s playful flirtation tinged with craving. “You seriously don’t get how much I wanna kiss you right now, huh?”

Ace Trappola

Ace raised a brow, looking at you like you’d just dared him to sin. “It’s so hot,” you mumbled, flopped on a bench, glistening and panting softly. You didn’t even realize how your shirt had ridden up slightly or how red your lips looked. Ace did. And he was grinning. “Yeah, I know what else is hot,” he snickered, shamelessly looking you up and down.

He dropped beside you and slung an arm around your shoulders, his fingers deliberately brushing your neck. “You trying to tempt me, babe?” he teased. “'Cause if not, you’re doing a hell of a job on accident.” He leaned in close enough that his breath ghosted your ear, voice dropping just enough to send chills down your spine. “Should I help you cool down, or... make you hotter?”

Deuce Spade

Deuce was trying to act normal—really, he was. But the moment you said, “It’s so hot,” with your flushed cheeks, sweaty brow, and glistening collarbones on full display, his brain stopped functioning. He stared for a solid three seconds before violently whipping his head away, his face the definition of panic. “I-I’ll get water!” he yelped, almost tripping as he scrambled to his feet.

Behind his back, he was chanting every rule and moral he knew. This was his boyfriend, and you looked like that?! Was this a test?! He splashed cold water on his face in the nearest bathroom, berating himself for the mental images invading his head. The whole time, he couldn’t stop wondering if you knew how irresistible you looked—or if you were just that innocent.

— Savanaclaw

Leona Kingsholar

Leona had just been lying back, eyes half-closed, pretending to nap when your voice cut through the air—"It’s so hot"—followed by the sound of your slow, heavy breathing. He cracked an eye open, and the sight of you panting lightly, your cheeks red and shirt sticking to your skin, hit him like a punch. His gaze sharpened instantly. You had no idea, did you? No idea what kind of thoughts that look was stirring up in his lazy lion brain.

“Tch. You really gonna say stuff like that while lookin’ like you just rolled outta one of my dreams?” he grumbled, sitting up with a grunt. His tail flicked, betraying his rising interest. He reached out and tugged your collar a little. “You’re the one makin’ it hotter, herbivore. Don’t blame the sun.” His voice dropped low as he leaned in close enough for your sweaty foreheads to nearly touch. “Want me to help you cool off… or overheat?”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie paused mid-bite of his sandwich when he noticed how breathless you sounded. “It’s so hot,” you said, completely unaware of how sinful you looked, chest rising and falling with each pant, skin shining in the sunlight. He blinked. “...Wha?” He gawked for a second, then quickly turned his head, laughing nervously. “Oi oi, you tryna kill me or somethin’?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that while lookin’ like a whole snack,” he mumbled, face red despite the grin on his lips. He leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “This is karma for stealing that extra donut this morning, huh?” But the longer he stared, the more he fidgeted—his eyes flickering over you, lips parted just a little. “If you're gonna keep lookin' that good, don’t be surprised if I pounce.”

Jack Howl

Jack froze when he heard you sigh and fan yourself, and the moment he looked over… it was over. His eyes widened, catching the sight of you flushed, panting softly, sweat trailing down your neck. “Wha—?!” He nearly dropped his water bottle and stood up way too fast. “Y-You should go inside! It’s… dangerous to stay out here in the sun!”

He turned his back to you quickly, ears twitching and face flushed redder than yours. He paced a little, clearly flustered, muttering under his breath. “Get it together, Jack. He didn’t mean it like that.” But when you asked what was wrong, his tail thumped against the ground in betrayal. He exhaled through his nose and mumbled, “Nothin’. Just… try not to look so good when you're overheating.”

— Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had been trying to maintain his composure while reviewing contracts, but the moment you leaned against the wall and exhaled, “It’s so hot,” with that look—skin glistening, face flushed, lips parted—he forgot how to breathe. His pen froze mid-signature. “Oh dear…” he muttered, eyes flicking up over the rim of his glasses.

He stood slowly, clearing his throat, adjusting his tie even though it suddenly felt too tight. “You should hydrate… and perhaps… consider wearing less,” he said, voice faltering as he offered you a glass of water with a trembling hand. “N-Not that I’m suggesting you—! I mean—!” He looked away, his face red as a lobster, silently begging the sea to swallow him before his thoughts betrayed him further.

Jade Leech

Jade noticed immediately—the way your breaths came slow and heavy, the way your shirt clung to your form. His smile turned sharp, unreadable. “Is that so?” he said when you muttered, “It’s so hot,” fanning yourself absently. “I hadn’t noticed the heat… until now.” He leaned in, his gaze trailing over you like he was memorizing every flushed detail.

“Are you trying to tempt something out of me, darling?” he asked calmly, even though his voice had a husky undertone. He reached out and brushed a damp lock of hair from your face, fingers lingering far longer than necessary. “You look rather… delectable like this. Are you sure it’s just the sun making you burn up?” His tone was playful, but there was something possessive in the way his eyes refused to leave you.

Floyd Leech

Floyd’s eyes lit up the second you sighed and panted out a whiny, “It’s so hot,” without even realizing how flushed and shiny you looked. “Eeeeh~? You look super tasty right now, Shrimpy,” he purred, already looming behind you before you even knew he moved. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his cool cheek to your sweaty one. “Wanna get even hotter~?”

He wasn’t subtle—his hands snaked beneath your shirt just to feel the heat of your skin. “You always look this good when you’re sweaty?” he asked with a lazy grin. “Cuz I think I just found my new favorite weather.” Floyd laughed when you squirmed, tightening his grip a little. “Nah, no running now~ you look like you need to be taken apart.”

bye-

[shadowkoo]

Almost Home

→ Summary: Your boyfriend looks extra yummy when he's in the driver seat, which tends to turn you into a feral, needy animal.

↠ wooyoung x f.reader | 712 words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, established relationship

→ Warnings: roadhead, oral (male receiving), ball squeezing, teasing, slightly bratty!reader, cock choking & cock swallowing if you squint lol, praise kink, slight exhibitionism & voyeurism, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed something

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“We’re surrounded by other vehicles right now, you can’t wait?” Wooyoung exasperates, exhaling a breath as your hands slide up his thigh.

“Just drive faster so no one sees me face first in your lap. It’ll be fine,” you shrug nonchalantly.

“But we’ll be home soon,” he points out lamely, trying to distract you - and himself.

You can’t wait though, he looks almost too good. There’s just something about the way he sits in the driver’s seat, exuding confidence and control, both of which have heat pooling in your center. It's the way he owns the space, completely in charge, and it’s making you lose your mind.

“Let me suck you off, please?” you whine. “I’ve missed you, all of you. Especially your pretty dick. I know it missed me too.” You lean over the center console of his car to kiss his neck, letting your hand dip in between his legs to cup his package. He hisses at the initial contact, then melts into your touch. He secretly loves it when you praise any part of him, even if you use the word pretty in the same sentence.

“Baby,” he groans, tipping back against the headrest and swallowing hard.

“I’ll stop if you really want me to,” you say, massaging him through his pants.

“Fuck,” he grips the steering wheel tighter while increasing speed, “Don’t you dare stop.”

Dipping into his pants after undoing them, you free his hardening length from the layers of fabric. You’re mesmerized by the little beads of pre-cum that spill out of his angry tip. Using your thumb, you smear them across his velvety flesh before immediately taking him in your mouth. The head of his length alone is enough to fill your mouth.

Wooyoung’s body stiffens from the sudden contact, and he might have accidentally swerved into the other lane, just for a second, when your teeth graze along the underside of his heavy head.

Christ.

Removing your mouth from him, you kiss every inch of his thickening length, effectively teasing him until more pre-cum leaks from his small hole.

His body reacts with another shudder when your other hand goes lower to cup his balls, your palm tightening around them when you leave another feather-light kiss on the very tip top of his member just to drive him crazy.

“You’re such a brat. Stop teasing and start choking on my cock already,” he grumbles, using his free hand to shove your face back down.

You comply, wrapping your hand around his girth and lowering your mouth around him. Mmm, you definitely missed this.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him in further and further until your sputtering along his length.

Wooyoung loves the way your mouth stretches to take all of him. If he wasn’t so hyper focused on not crashing the car, he’d fuck the hell out of your mouth right now. He’ll make time for that later, you know, once you make it home.

Coming up for air, you grin toward your boyfriend while a string of saliva falls from your mouth. “I swear I’ll never get enough of this, enough of you,” you moan.

Wooyoung watches intently as you take in his full length again, only breaking eye contact when he needs to check the road.

“Look at you, you’re unreal. Do you know that?” He says, his eyes burning into yours as he looks down at you again. He rubs a fallen piece of hair out of your face. “Just gorgeous.”

His words make your panties wetter than they already are and you squeeze your legs together for some kind of relief.

You continue to play with his balls as you hum around him while he’s deep in your throat, a move you’ve learned that will send him spiraling right over the edge.

A few seconds later, his hips jerk and he twitches inside you. His hot, seedy release shoots down the back of your throat while he lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard.

“Mmm,” you say, licking your lips once you pull yourself off him. “That was fun. Now take me home and dick me down properly as a thank you.”

He shakes his head, the corners of his lips curling into a smile, “As you wish.”

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[yuunarii-arii]

Over the Countertop

Pairings: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

tw: breeding kink, p in v, unprotected vaginal sex, degradation if you squint, possibly cringey a/n: I had fun writing this one 👀! this drabble is based on a prompt from when I asked @viperify to think of a random sentence, she chose "Tom Riddle has me bent over the kitchen counter." Yeahhhhhh... uh enjoy! (I'm still not used to writing smut, so any feedback is appreciated)

18+ MDNI

White light poured into kitchen through silk curtains, birds could be heard chirping, while wind blew in from the open window. Ever since you graduated from Hogwarts, your dear boyfriend Tom forced invited you to live with him at his flat; days living with him were quiet, you were close to the main streets, but far enough to get some peace; you enjoyed it to say the least, it felt domestic, you’ve memorized Tom’s strict routine, you prepare all his meals, tidy up the apartment, and with all your effort he thanks you for it— in ways he deemed best suited…

“Haaaah… You’re so tight...” Tom rasped into your ear, his chest pressed against your back, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, panties long forgotten on the floor. You were bent over the kitchen countertop, the cold surface chilling your exposed nipples, Tom thrusted his hips at a constant rhythm, hitting just the right spots that had your eyes rolling back.

You don’t know how things escalated so quickly, just moments ago you were preparing his morning tea, now you were bent over with your lover filling your empty hole; and Tom himself wasn’t sure what had gotten into him.

He was freshening himself up as you fixed the table for breakfast, and for a second his eyes laid on an ethereal sight; you were humming as you wore a simple light green apron atop your clothes, swaying to a song that could only be heard in your mind, unaware of the effect you held over the man. Everything about what you did looked so domestic, you weren’t even his wife, he hadn’t planned on it either, but the thought of you taking his last name created an underlying problem in his trousers.

Now, he has you beneath him, moaning his name like a mantra, squeezing so nicely around his cock, and he could only desire more. He needed to have you marked with a ring and a belly all swollen and round, just the thought of you waddling to the door, welcoming home from work had him chasing for his release. If he were to breed you, you would be completely his, mind, body, and soul, you wouldn’t be able to ever run away, and no man would dare to touch you.

You could feel your release getting closer, Tom began strong and deeper thrusts into your poor abused cunt, it had you screaming his name, your grip on the counter turned your knuckles white.

“Fuck— keep saying my name like that... Who do you belong to, doll? Who.” He demanded, yet he already knew the answer. You could barely respond, you were reduced to a moaning mess, but he didn’t take that for an answer; grabbing your chin, your tear filled eyes now staring at his lustful gaze, “Who do you belong to?  Answer me.” His voice darkened, laced with a possessive need, leaving a harsh smack on your ass, “You— You! I belong to— to you, Tom!” You desperately exclaimed, you were already so close, “Tom… Please, I need to-“

“You’ll cum when I let you, is that clear?” His hips moved faster against your ass; as sinful sounds echoed through the kitchen.

As he reached his climax, you begged for your release, you couldn’t hold back anymore; so, Tom quite mercifully granted your wish, sliding his hand between your thighs, rubbing against your swollen clit, his lips hovered beside your ear. “Let go for me,” he said in a breath; in one swift motion he joined you and came deep inside, continuing to pound into you as he chased his high.

You laid limp on the countertop, out of breath, the air was practically knocked out of your lungs; even after finishing, Tom continued to push his seed inside you with his fingers, “You better not lose a drop, love.” He commanded, stuffing the mixture of his and your release back inside, you nodded in response, but you were too fucked out at this point, you barely processed anything he had said. His lips traced over your neck, “you’re all mine…” his hands roamed your body, massaging right above your womb, no matter how long it’d take, he will see to it that you get pregnant. Until then, you would have to endure these spontaneous breeding sessions.

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[thebluester2020]

[SDV] SDV Bachelors x Thicc Thighs

Give your thanks to anon!

Summary: Basically what the anon describes above!

Warning(s): A mix of fluff and smut, Outdoors Sex (No one's around though), Orgasm Denial, Rreader is a virgin in Alex's part, A bit of degradation in Elliot's/Shane's parts, All around horny energy, Shane doesn't let the reader cum.

Side Note(s): Now to wait for someone to write the second fourth part of this mini-series(?). The bachelors being obsessed over the farmer's lips 😔

FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE (Sorry anon T0T)

Elliot

Okay first—Im standing ten toes down when I say that Elliot wouldn't be the biggest into thigh-fucking.

Although he appreciates every single part of your body—grinding himself against your ass or fucking your tits would definitely be more of a turn-on for him, however, I think he'd see playing with your thighs or fucking them as an appetizer/teaser to something bigger.

So hear this idea out—

Elliot deciding to punish you after you spend the entire day teasing him and distracting him from writing. What's worse? You wouldn't let him come within an inch of letting him touch you! From sly touches against his crotch, wearing skimpier clothing than usual, and even bending over in front of him, clearly showing that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath.

If you got to tease him then surely he was allowed to do it back?

So, to get his payback for enduring an entire day of your teasing as well as not being able to get any work done—

He'll simply relieve himself by fucking your thighs.

♡ - “Certainly you didn’t think that your actions wouldn’t have consequences, my darling…”

Elliot currently had you pressed into a mean mating press, your knees threatening to touch your chest as your boyfriend used enough of his weight to keep you pinned and unmoving. Had it been an ordinary day…his cock drilling in and out of your cunt as he whispered words of praise into your ear while his hands ran all over your body, you would’ve adored this position per the usual! Especially with the bonus of being able to see all of Elliot’s expressions, hear every delicious moan and groan he had to offer you. But, after teasing Elliot all day and effectively keeping him from getting any sort of writing done, you were tiring yourself out trying to squirm your way out from underneath Elliot as his cock fucked your thighs, the underside of his dick rubbing against your soaked cunt and lightly grazing over your clit.

It was maddening.

You weren't offered a single speck of pleasure, and every plea to have something fell on deaf ears. "Pleasepleaseplease...E-Elliot—" You tried to sweetly whine to your boyfriend, hoping to garner the tiniest bit of sympathy from him. Yet, Elliot dared to cock his head to the side with a faux confused expression.

"Begging already, my love? For what?" He purred. "I'm right here—" He leaned his head down to press a kiss to your forehead and then to the sides of your lips, purposefully missing your puckered mouth and even going so far as to laugh in your face when you tried to chase after his lips. "—isn't what I'm giving you enough?"

You pouted, your mind torn between attempting to appear grateful and simply telling him that you needed more. "It's...it's fine b-but, can't you at least rub me more...there?"

"Rub you...there?" His thrusts slowed as one of his hands began to tease your nipples, the tips of his fingers barely grazing over your nipples. "You'll have to be more clear, my love...especially when your body is acting as slutty as it is right now." Your cunt clenched at his harsh words, given to you sweetly as if he had said the most heart-warming compliment.

"M-My pussy...rub me more, there..." You gasped when Elliot suddenly picked up the pace, angling his cock to hit your clit even more. And Elliot couldn't help but clench his teeth at the sight, he almost wanted to berate himself for suddenly feeling the urge to be so cruel to his beloved but...scenes from earlier played through his mind like someone was constantly replaying a scene from a movie. The way you'd teasingly press your chest to his body while he was working, and when he was reading one of his novels for inspiration, all of a sudden...there you were! Sitting on his lap and kissing up his neck and face.

Surely you must've felt how his cock throbbed underneath you, begging for your attention.

"You're enjoying this so much Y/N...who knew my spouse was so shameless?" He continued to scold you with a light smirk as he began to lean over you even more, his cock beginning to leak even more pre-cum from his cock as he continued to push and poke at your hard clit. And you were loving it, after being teased for so long, having to endure the bare minimum, the moans that escaped your lips were borderline whorish as Elliot's name combined with pleas for him to give you more left your mouth in droves.

"Ah—!" You cried out. "E-Elliot...! More!"

"More?" He tsked. "Attempt to be a little more grateful, my love. Here I am...touching your needy clit a little bit more like you asked and you dare to ask for more? Especially after the moves you pulled today?"

Through blurry eyes, you looked up at him as a confused 'Huh?' sound left your lips. And he could hardly help the way that the noise pissed him off.

Elliot suddenly grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks together to force you to look at him a little more clearly. "You seriously don't remember?" Elliot huffed.

"R-Remember wha—oooohhh...!" Your words were drowned out when Elliot suddenly sped up the pace of his thrusts even more, the lewd sound of your slickness in combination with Elliot just barely slipping into your hole threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"The way you teased me all day, my love!" Your boyfriend moaned, his words borderline a plea for you to see just how much he was in agony for you to give him something more allllll day. Yet, it seemed like he wasn't getting through to you in the slightest as your body made it no secret that it was thoroughly getting off to his cockhead prodding at your needy clit, as well as teasing the act of slipping into your clenching hole. And as the telltale signs of your orgasm started to appear, an idea popped into Elliot's head.

Why should you be allowed to cum if he hadn't been given the chance? After all, it seemed like that'd be the only way for you to learn.

"Are you close, darling?" Elliot whispered in your ear as his hands helped to part your thighs just enough for his hand to slip past to begin rubbing at your clit. The squeal that released from you made him smirk, your wanton begging for him to make you cum ringing out through your shared bedroom as he rubbed your throbbing clit just the way you liked while he felt his own release begin to steadily build up inside of him at the sight of your face becoming more and more lewd in the face of your impending orgasm.

Your moans started to become higher and higher, your hands rushing to grip the bedsheets for stability as your thighs began to shake and tremble.

And just before you could release—he tore your pleasure right from underneath your nose. Elliot laughed quietly at the confusion that steadily built up on your features, your eyes weakly opening and looking around for a moment before landing on your boyfriend who took himself away form you and released you from your mating press. "E-Elliot...?" You whined. "Why did you—"

"Come now, surely you didn't think it would be that easy for you to cum when this is a punishment for you?"

Sebastian

*Dog girl outfit with thigh-high stockings*

After watching this one hentai featuring a girl dressing up for her boyfriend in a sexy dog-girl outfit (before you two started dating of course!). He's been hooked on the idea, and it's only a bonus that it fits your personality as well!

You're always so bouncy around him, happy to spend even a second of your time in his presence. Anytime he hears your voice, it warms his heart but, when you do it wearing those shorts that hug your thighs juuusssttt right or a skirt that exposes just enough of your thighs. It drives him absolutely nuts.

He felt like a pervert imagining you in the dog girl outfit that he saw in that one hentai.

And when you two began dating, he wanted to ask you so badly if you'd dress up for him! But, him being the sweet boyfriend that he is, one that was absolutely terrified of the idea of your sweet expression being switched for something riddled with disgust if he were to suggest such an idea to you—

He kept it to himself and had planned to until the day he kicked the bucket.

So imagine how shocked (and elated) he was when you surprised him one night with a dog girl outfit. It was as if you were taken straight from the hentai, with fake dog ears atop your head, thigh-high stockings, and cute paws on the bottom of the stockings to boot!

With such a cute display, however...he couldn't resist fucking your thighs.

♡ - Each thrust into your plush thighs made him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven.

When Sebastian arrived home late one night to see you lying on the bed wearing a sexy dog outfit with thigh-high stockings. He had to blink his eyes rapidly to make sure that he wasn't dreaming! The second he had reached the bed and pressed his lips to yours, the rest was history as he felt up every inch of your body. Appreciating every piece of skin available for him to see and feel directly underneath his hands before he reached the main prize and slipped your underwear down to reveal a soaked mess underneath the tiny article of clothing.

After then...it was a no-brainer that he had to fuck your thighs like a man starved!

With each thrust into your soaked thighs, his arms wrapped your legs tightly as if he was the one who needed a lifeline in the face of the sheer amount of pleasure that your thighs were delivering to him, made his head spin as moans utter gratitude and praise left his kiss-swollen lips. "Y-Y/N..." Sebastian groaned deeply, the sounds of plapping echoing throughout your room alongside the barely audible sounds of Sebastian thanking you.

You would've had a mind to ask him what in Yoba's name was he thanking you for if his cock wasn't teasing your cunt jussstttt right. Each thrust of your boyfriend's hips, it was a delicious dice roll between him either hammering his cockhead against your aching clit or him slipping enough of himself inside your hole that made you want to beg for more. However, tonight wasn't supposed to be about you in the slightest.

Your sweet Sebastian thought he was soooo sneaky about his hentai.

And when you had stumbled upon it, peaking through the crack of the door just enough to spot how he moaned out your name to some girl on screen that looked vaguely familiar to yourself. You noted how she wore a sexy dog outfit with stockings that gripped the thighs so tightly that the fat of the skin started to pudge out a little.

It was the perfect gift to give your boyfriend to end the week!

You just hadn't expected him to like the gift this much.

"Sebby..." You quietly moaned to Sebastian, not expecting him to truly respond to you with how lost he was from thrusting his dick out and between your thighs. The way he mumbled incoherently as his face was a deep beet red made you nearly want to beg him to stick his cock in you, the throbbing deep inside your cunt so obvious that, while him practically battering your clit was nice...you wanted more. And what better way to entice him to give you more than to help him along to his orgasm?

"Y/N..." Sebastian tearfully moaned, his mouth threatening to hang open like a panting dog as his tear-filled eyes slowly dragged over to you. "I feel sososososo good—you feel so good—shit!"

You clenched your thighs tighter together, causing your boyfriend to hiss out in pleasure as his pace began to stutter a little in the wake of his orgasm. "So cute Sebastian~" You giggled as you trailed a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing yourself to the sight of your teary-eyed boyfriend, lost in the pleasure of fucking your thighs. And as Sebastian looked over your flushed form, showing a particular interest in how you used your fingers to rub your bundle of nerves gently, his mouth suddenly began to water with the sudden need to taste your cunt.

As much as he loved fucking your thighs...nothing would ever compare to the taste and feeling of your cunt on his lips. The memory helping him manage a few more thrusts before he suddenly stilled with a pitched moan and a few cries of your name as his ropey cum splattered against your stomach.

You steadily took your fingers from your clit as you watched Sebastian come down from his high, only for him to look at you through hooded eyes as he licked his lips. "You didn't get to cum..." His eyes were glued to your soaked pussy, the poor man nearly having a mind to lick his mouth like a hungry dog would its chops in the face of a slab of meat.

"May I?" You couldn't nod your head fast enough.

Sam

If I'm being completely honest, I believe that he has a preference for your pussy. It's so tight and warm that how could he ever have a preference for anything else? It was like it was personally made for him, he practically has an addition at this point!

Therefore, I'd like to think that fucking your thighs wouldn't be his first choice ever.

But if you were both in a hurry to get somewhere but his boner just wouldn't calm down?

He's definitely going for your thighs, and although he thinks the plushness of your thighs is better for resting his head against. The perverted side of him does get off to the imagination that he's doing something dirty when he's fucking you behind your shared farmhouse.

Let's say— something, something forbidden relationship with the farmer's daughter.

♡ - It was hard for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy at the moment.

Of course, he knew that the moment he currently shared with you, fucking you right behind your shared farmhouse was absolutely real. But the imagination of him doing something even dirtier...a forbidden quickie at the risk of being caught by your father was making his cock throb. A perverted part of him wanted this fantasy that was bumping around inside of his head to be real as he pictured you being the cute farmer's daughter while he was the no-good troublemaker out to have you allll to himself.

It seems that he had won.

Like a dog drooling over a bitch in heat, he was currently pressing his front against your back while you braced your hands against the wall of the house, the loud calls of the cicadas hardly doing a single thing to drown out the noises of you and Sam's lovemaking. "F-Fuck baby..." Sam moaned in your ear as he roughly fucked your arms, his arms tightly wrapped around your torso all as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck.

Despite the blazing heat that came with summertime, your warmth in particular was something he would never shy away from. Your breathless moans and whines for him to 'Go slower' or 'Be more quiet, Sam!' falling on deaf ears as Sam panted roughly into your ear as the back of his abdomen and thighs slapped roughly against your thighs.

"S-Sam...!" You tried to speak through your heavy moans, attempting to sound firm as best as you could to try and get your stupid blonde boyfriend to listen to you. "It's hot out here!" You continued to complain. "Do we really have to—Ooohhh...." Sam would've laughed had he not been imagining himself being balls-deep inside of your pussy. You complained about the heat but Sam thought he was being good in this moment!

"I-Imagine how much hotter it'd be if your pussy was wrapped around my dick, Y/N~" He purred into your ear.

Your pussy clenched at his lewd voice, panting and practically begging for you to let him continue defiling your thighs with his hard cock. His pre-cum coated the middle of your thighs and only continued to spread as Sam thrust out and in from your plush thighs. Yet, you tried to bite the inside of your cheek and remain as firm as you could, you'd let your boyfriend get away with this just this once.

But it really was hot outside!

And there were so many chores to do as well— "Heyyy..." Sam suddenly whined. "Don't space out on me—" You gasped as you felt one of Sam's hands begin to trail up towards one of your tits, the feeling of him beginning to flick and tug at your perked nub making your pussy ooze out even more of its slick onto your boyfriend's cock. And you could almost hear the smirk that steadily came onto Sam's face when he realized how turned on you were getting. "—If you need me to pleasure you more, just say it Y/N~" A sharp moan tore from your throat when Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, directing them more 'upwards' to begin sliding himself more against your pussy and effectively hitting your clit.

Each pleasurable stab stole your breath and sent electric shocks up and down your spine. The combination of the heat alongside Sam's needy whines and pants, as well as the touches of his eager hands making your mind begin to spin. "S-Sammmm—!" You drawled out as a trail of drool began to dribble out the side of your mouth, your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm begin to sneak up on you.

Although Sam, he knew your body like the back of his own hand.

The way your attempts to scold him began to slow before stopping completely in the wake of your moans, how you tried to press your body closer to him despite originally complaining about the heat...and especially how your moans started to increase in pitch. "My pretty Y/N..." Sam breathed against your neck, almost chuckling before a moan interrupted him as he felt a knot start to wind up in his stomach at his approaching orgasm, his balls tightening at his impending release. "Sosososo pretty—" He stopped when you looked over your shoulder to weakly shoot a glare at him, one that almost made him pause in his thrusts as he suddenly thought he had done something wrong if it weren't for the way you still had that needy look in your eyes.

"S-Stop...talking—" Weakly, you grabbed the front of his shirt before you pulled his lips to you to keep any more words from leaving his lips, causing the blonde's eyes to widen for but a single moment until he quickly relaxed and simply closed his eyes, sinking further into the feeling of you and your lips. And, silently, his imagination once more as, in the back of his mind, he imagined a far cooler setting and you being just as loud, if not louder than he was!

Begging for him to continue dicking down behind your father's farmhouse while he was inside none-the-wiser to the fact that his daughter was being taken by the very same boy that he constantly said was "No good". "Y/N—" He breathed against your lips, his eyes cracking open to admire your beauty even more. "Y/N...Y/N...Y/N—!" He chanted over and over and over again like a man possessed, a willing servant at the whim of his goddess as he hugged your body tighter to his own, his cock throbbing at the sound of your moans getting even higher in pitch before he suddenly felt a gushing sensation against his cock.

Your thighs shuddered against him as he continued to fuck your thighs, only managing a few more thrusts until he suddenly stilled with a deep moan. For a few minutes, both of your minds were foggy with lust and the blissful feeling of post-orgasmic bliss, that is...until you weakly smacked your hand against Sam's arm with a huff.

Sam huffed as he recognized that he was going to get scolded by you about how you missed your chores for the morning or that you weren't able to go fishing as you had originally intended, he hated when you scolded him, the way you looked at him while you were being all lovey towards him was soooo much preferable.

And, if Sam had to fuck you senseless (in the house this time, of course) to avoid being scolded for a little bit longer...he was going to do just that!

Alex

Similar to Sam, he has a preference for your pussy. If Alex is fucking your thighs, it's because he's in a bind and he doesn't have enough time to enjoy your pussy to the fullest.

However—

When the two of you were dating and were still fresh to the scene of being intimate with one another. When the two of you were making out one night and you felt Alex's girthy cock pitching a tent in his pants, you became nervous as hell.

No matter how much reassurance Alex tried to give you, you made it clear that you weren't ready for something as big as him being inside of you just yet.

And he respected that! (+ With you deciding to sleep over at his place, he couldn't imagine the horror of his grandparents overhearing the two of you)

Thus, he turned to your lovely thighs. After a few more kisses and gently sliding your pants off of you, he was all too eager to give you a taste of what he could give you via fucking your thighs as if he were actually fucking your pussy.

♡ - "You're like this just from making out a little?"

You were so wet that it was embarrassing, as Alex hooked a finger to gently pull your panties aside, gently toying and playing with the slick that your virgin sex oozed out. Your already present blush only increased when you began to hear the quiet squelching of your cunt. "You realllyyy sure that you don't want me to fuck you with my cock, tonight?" Alex asked again. You could feel him smirk against the shell of your ear, even going so far as to lightly nip it to elicit a soft gasp from your kiss-swollen lips.

Your mind was foggy from lust, your brain practically tearing itself apart with the thought of what it would be like to have something so big inside of you while you were also afraid of something so big being inside of you!

Your fear won out in the end as you nodded your head. "I-I'm sure..." You whispered, almost ashamed of your answer. Alex quickly reassured you that he wasn't bothered in the slightest by turning your head towards him and pressing a kiss on the side of your mouth. If you were so scared, he'd simply give you a preview of the pleasure he could give you all without even sticking a single finger inside of you. "So cute, farmer." Alex kissed the side of your lips a second time before he started to trail kisses down the side of your neck, his fingers becoming more and more adventurous as he started to play with your throbbing clit while his other hand busied itself freeing his hard cock.

Every single part of you was absolutely mouth-watering to him.

From your tits to your ass, and especially your cunt. One day, he'd like to fuck all of them, make you cry out his name, and beg for him to dick you down like he hated you. But, as he finally freed his cock from his boxers, his dick struggling to stand upright from its own weight, he smirked against your neck at the quiet sound of your nervousness. "No need to be nervous, farmer." He laughed. "Let me fuck your thighs and I'll tend to this needy clit of yours," Your thighs threatened to slam closed when he pressed a single finger against your bud. The pleasure that shot throughout your veins almost blinding as you quickly threw a hand over your mouth to keep a moan from accidentally slipping out.

Cute.

"C'mon..." Alex urged once more. "Close your thighs around my cock." He whispered hotly against your ear.

Slowly, you did as he asked of you and closed your thighs. The feeling of his cock throbbing against your bare sex made your cunt ooze out even more of its lubricant while your bud throbbed so much that it was almost painful. "What—what do I do now...?" You asked the question hesitantly, not wanting to seem that much of a virgin that you didn't even know what to do with a cock even when it was presented to you.

Your boyfriend smirked. "Nothing," He said. "I'll take the reigns from here." Your hand immediately shot to his forearm when his fingers started to rub circles over your clit in tune with him steadily beginning to thrust his hips upwards. Alex leaned back a little, bracing himself with his free hand as he trusted you to hold onto him tightly while he pleasured both you and himself, the sight of your slick started to coat his dick making his mouth water as he started to wish that he was down there, tasting your cunt and committing every reaction you gave him to memory.

For now, he'd gladly settle with this and your current reactions as you squirmed and struggled to keep quiet, all as you grasped onto his forearm as if it were your only lifeline. "A-Alex...!" You breathlessly whispered. "Feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He kissed your neck, slowly speeding up his fingers much to your delight. You bucked further into his touch as your cunt clenched and twitched against the fervent rubbing of his cock. Soon, breathless gasps and whines mixed with deep yet quiet groans started to fill the room, threatening to bounce off the walls as your boyfriend began to fuck your thighs even faster, even harder. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin began to reach your ears as you could feel Alex's balls hit the back of your thighs while the deep sounds of him groaning your name and raving about how good you felt began to make a strange feeling start to appear in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuckfuckfuck...!" Alex moaned. "You feel so fucking good pretty..." If your thighs felt this good, how would your cunt feel? He wondered.

The imagination of his cock thrusting in and out of your warmth...you could hardly control much less recognize the sounds that left your lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of Alex's neck, nearly biting your bottom lip to the point it bled as you forced each loud moan that wished to escape into the back of your throat. "A-Alex—!" You cried out, small beads of tears dotting your eyeline as the odd feeling of something coming closer made you feel weird. "—s-something...something's coming!" You tried to warn him, the warning seeming to do nothing but make his fingers move against your clit even faster.

"You close?" He groaned against your ear. "Go ahead and cum pretty, I'm—" His hips began to stutter a little at his oncoming release, threatening to nearly bounce you off his lap with how hard he was fucking up into your plush thighs. "—I-I'm close to...r-right behind you..." It was hard for him to keep quiet with how good you felt, and the same went for you as Alex's fierce movements against your clit made you clench and throb around nothing as more and more of your moans slipped out. It was hard to worry about who would hear you when you felt so good, the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter until you threw your head back onto Alex's shoulder with a loud moan of pleasure. "Fuck—!" You just about nearly screamed until Alex slapped a hand around your mouth to try and help control your moans.

Just in time for him to suddenly curl over you, managing a few more thrusts before he stilled, a scorching warmth coating your thighs. The two of you basked in your shared orgasm for a few minutes, panting like dogs in heat.

If things felt that good without being truly fucked with his cock...

You'd have to get over your nervousness sooner rather than later.

Harvey

He loves your thighs. He really does think they're the prettiest part of your body!

Essentially, he's a textbook example of being a master-class level thigh-man. Boobs and ass are fine but the idea of your thighs being around him in some shape or form? That's what gets him off.

Here me out on this though, out of everyone on this list, however? His tastes in fucking your thighs would be pretty basic and obvious.

Not too much kinkiness to it or any alternative motives needed to get him going/finding a reason behind wanting to fuck your thighs. He's the type to simply ask if he can fuck your plush thighs and going at it once you've given him the okay! But—there's one scenario that does get him going.

Fucking your thighs in his office.

So, one night, when Maru had gone home and he was finishing up some paperwork, stressed as all hell per the life of a doctor—

Being the caring spouse that you were, you decided to give him a little encouragement. And the man was secretly over the moon when you lovingly gave him the encouragement.

♡ - "Cmon Harvey…you gotta finish this paperwork so we can go home~”

The pen in his hand was trembling like a lone tree would in the face of a hurricane. When he had said that he needed to stay in his office later than usual to finish up some paperwork, he was warmed at the fact that you wanted to stay with him to keep him company! The light conversation you provided as well as your soothing presence had made for the perfect encouragement to keep his pen moving across his paperwork, anything to help him alongside faster so he could reach his favorite part of the day, resting in you and his shared bed with your fingers running through his hair.

Yet...when you had begun to start touching him, your words taking on more of a seductive purr compared to earlier. He knew you were beginning to grow bored of watching him do paperwork for the past hour and a half.

He tried to hurry, you were always suddenly in the mood to distract him when he was busy with something or you found yourself sitting down for too long. And, trying to tell you that he was 'almost done' or 'give me a few more minutes' rarely worked in the face of your newfound eagerness to play with him, even when he attempted to use a firm tone! It always fell short as even he couldn't resist your temptations in the face of him being absolutely weak for you.

A few kisses against his lips and light touches against the tent that was beginning to pitch in his pants...he was a goner soon after.

"H-Honey..." Harvey hissed, almost as if he were in pain although you knew it was quite the opposite. The feeling of you moving your warm thighs up and down his throbbing cock at such a slow pace was maddening, almost making him want to attempt to take control but his hands were far too shakey to attempt it only to wind up embarrassing himself. "Please..." He begged.

You looked over your shoulder with a giggle. "Please what?" You questioned with a sickeningly sweet mockery.

"Let me—" He gulped. "—let me cum...it's d-distracting me."

You hummed, your facial features shifting in question as if you were genuinely considering his request as you moved your thighs up and down even quicker on your boyfriend's cock. "Hm...I don't know Harvey—" You stopped briefly in your sentence as Harvey's hand shot to your arm, gripping it tightly as his head began to fall, groans and pleas for you to continue at the pace you were going slipping from his lips. The sight was absolutely arousing, all you wanted to do all of a sudden was kiss your boyfriend stupid while you slipped his cock into your pussy and rode him until the next day!

However, if Harvey couldn't focus on finishing his paperwork.

You had to be the rational part of his brain and encourage him to do!

Thus, you slowed your pace down much to the disappointment of your boyfriend, his head suddenly rising a little to look at you with an adorable confused expression, as if he were a pup who was confused as to why something was taken from it all of a sudden. "W-Why—"

"Finish your paperwork." You said with an even firmer voice than he could manage. "If I let you cum now then all you'll do is have to stay here even later tomorrow!" You pouted.

"Just focus Harvey!"

'Easier said than done.' Is what the doctor said in his head as he struggled to raise himself to a position where he could finish his work, desperately trying to ignore the slow movement of your thighs much less the way you quietly moaned in his ear and spoke filthy things in his ear.

Things like how you deserved a reward of your own after he was finished with his paperwork, a reward that went along the lines of him fucking you stupid with his cock or you fucking him stupid. "You're slowing down Harvey~" You purred in his ear when you spotted his writing beginning to slow down once more. "C'mon, it's like you don't want to go home after this!" You dared to laugh at Harvey when he gasped at the feeling of your hand beginning to massage the head of his cock every time it appeared when you had lowered yourself back down.

"Think how much you'll be able to cum once we're home honey~"

This was torture.

The only warning you got that he had reached his breaking point was when he sighed and he placed his pen down on the table, causing you to make a noise of confusion before he wrapped his arms around your torso and fucked his hips up into your thighs. The sounds of plapping echoing throughout the room in tune with Harvey's moans and deep-bellied groans making you soak through your panties and suddenly wish you were the one being fucked and not your thighs!

"H-Harvey?!" You tried to speak over the sound of your thighs getting destroyed. "What's gotten into you?" You laughed. "Suddenly not up to finishing your paperwork—" Harvey suddenly placed a hand over your mouth, the sudden show of dominance making your face suddenly heat up as your imagination suddenly ran wild with the thoughts of your boyfriend fucking you exactly as he was with your thighs now.

You almost thought you would've came in his lap completely untouched but—

"S-Shit..." Harvey whispered against your ear. "Y/N..." He moaned. His clothed thighs slapped up into your own only a few more times before he stilled with a sharp outcry. Yet...when you looked down to see if you could see the evidence of his release...you were met with— "Nothing?" You said curiously.

You looked to Harvey for but a moment before you gasped and then smirked. He had a dry orgasm.

"Oh, Harvey...we definitely need to see if you'll be able to have other types of orgasms now~"

Shane

The second on this list who would use the concept of fucking your thighs as a way of punishment. However, unlike Elliot, he's doing it purely for fun.

Fucking your thighs while telling you the exact same things he would say if he were fucking your cunt as normal, it nearly makes him cum within seconds. Bonus points if you're tearily trying to convince him to fuck your pussy.

But, unbeknownst to you, that only makes him want to fuck your thighs even more as—why would he end his fun so early?

And you best believe he's doing a little bit of playful gaslighting/manipulation to further play into the fact that you're trying to end him having a little fun with you too early!

Lines like 'Eh? Why are you tryin' to end my fun so early?'

'Aww, is my cock rubbing over your pussy not enough for you? Learn to be less selfish hun'.'

Y'know, the usual Mean!Shane agenda in a way.

♡ - You'd long since lost count of how many times Shane used your thighs to cum.

His weight pressed down on your back to keep you pinned underneath him as he moved his hips up before roughly slamming them back down, eliciting the filthy noises of skin on skin slapping together. as if the two of you were truly fucking one another. And what's worse? Had it not been for you not feeling the sensation of your cunt before stuffed to the absolute brim, Shane would've had you believe it all too easily!

He spoke to you and treated you as if his cock was balls-deep inside your cunt. He spoke the dirtiest words to you, praising your cunt and how warm and wet it was as if he weren't using your thighs as a fleshlight right now. "Fuuuckkk..." Shane groaned deeply in your ear as he used the slick of his previous orgasms to move his hips even faster while you had no choice but to take it.

Yet...personally for you, your cunt ached so much that it was borderline painful.

You wanted to cum as well! But, all Shane did in return was try to trick you into believing that he really was fucking you properly!

"Shane..." You moaned out deliriously as you wiggled your thighs, trying to encourage your boyfriend to at least fuck your thighs closer to where your unclothed cunt was. "Fuck me...please!" You cried out, desperately trying to keep your tears of desperate at bay as you looked over your shoulder to see him barely paying any heed to you.

Thus, you grew even noisier.

"S-Shane—!" Your outcry was quickly snuffed out when Shane wrapped a hand over your mouth with an annoyed fit of grumbles before you felt his breath on your ear.

"What? Gonna complain some more that I'm not fucking your needy pussy even though I am?" You could hear the playfulness in his voice as his thrusts into your thighs became slower and slower until all you felt as a sudden harsh thrust every now and again.

Briefly, Shane released your mouth. "Y-You're not!" You whined. "Stop tricking me! I-I know—Ah!" You suddenly shouted when Shane suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged, not enough to jerk your head back all of a sudden but to grab your attention with a brief stint of pain.

Shane quietly moaned as he resumed his original pace. "Who're you yellin' at?" He questioned. "Since when did you become such a brat? Beggin' for dick even though you already have it?" Your mouth opened to complain once more until you felt your boobs being played with, Shane lifting himself just enough to be able to do so comfortably. "Happy now?" He sneered as he flicked your nipples.

You were on the bridge of kicking your feet and shouting out your frustrations and desires to cum.

But...the small bit of pleasure that he was giving your nipples, it felt more electrified than it usually would in the wake of your sensitive, orgasm-deprived body.

You were going to take what you were able to get. "Not so mouthy now, huh?" As he released your hair, he pressed a hot trail of kisses down your back as you basked in the little bit of pleasure you were able to finally receive. "If you wanted your nipples played with, you coulda just told me~" He continued to tease you before you looked back to your boyfriend once more. And the sight of your teary eyes looking at him with such an adorable yet desperate expression...it made him pause for but a brief moment to smirk but truly hear you out.

"M-My pussy, fuck my pussy...please—!" You cried out. "I can't take it anymore, it...it hurts—"

"Alright, alrighttttt." Shane quieted you down. "Since you begged me so nicely, I have no choice...don't I?"

[evermoreness]

wingman | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader!

summary: james definitely has a crush on you, but he won't admit it. so his best friend sirius steps up to be his wingman.

masterlist

If Sirius Black had one true passion in life—aside from pranks, Quidditch, and being generally insufferable—it was meddling. Specifically, meddling in James Potter’s disastrous love life.

The problem wasn’t that James lacked charm. No, James was overflowing with charm, much to the dismay of every professor at Hogwarts. The problem was that James refused to acknowledge that he had feelings for you—his best friend, his ultimate rival, his favorite person to annoy.

And, as Sirius often pointed out (loudly, in the middle of breakfast), you were just as bad.

Which is why, after months of watching you and James dance around each other with an infuriating amount of tension, Sirius decided enough was enough.

It was time for some intervention

Step number one

It started in Transfiguration.

You strolled into class, fully expecting to take your usual seat next to Lily, but before you could sit, a strong arm slung around your shoulders.

“Ah-ah,” Sirius drawled, spinning you around and gently shoving you into the seat next to James instead. “New seating chart, love. Professor's orders.”

You frowned. “Professor McGonagall never changes the seating chart.”

“She does now,” Sirius said, smirking before plopping down beside Lily, effectively blocking your escape route.

You turned to James, who was lounging in his chair, grinning like the cocky little git he was. “Look at that. You’re stuck with me.”

You groaned, turning to Sirius. "You look suspicious"

"When do i not?" Sirius said, grinning like he was planning something.

"Fair point." You said, before turning to James. “Merlin help me,”

James gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “How dare you? I am an absolute delight to sit next to.”

“You poke people with your quill and hum off-key when you’re bored,” you shot back.

“I serenade,” he corrected.

“You butcher perfectly good songs.”

James leaned in, his face just a little too close, and smirked. “Admit it. You’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your heart did a stupid little flip. “Sure, Potter. I’d be devastated.”

“You could just admit you love spending time with me,” James offered.

You scoffed. “Or I could stab you with my quill.”

James leaned in, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. “Kinky.”

McGonagall just ignored them all, she had learned a long time ago she couldn't keep up with the Marauders antics. So she just let them. It was best for her mental health. But she still could hear you and James bickering every time she turned to write something on the black board.

James, completely unbothered, leaned closer to you, elbow on the desk, chin resting on his hand. “Well, you heard the professor. We’re partners now. Best get used to staring at me all class.”

You rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead with your quill. “Merlin, you wish I stared at you.”

James grinned. “You’re staring at me right now.”

You huffed. “Because I’m contemplating how best to Transfigure you into a ferret.”

Sirius cackled from behind you. "Oh, young love" he said, making you and James glare at him.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to annoy or something?" James asked, rolling his eyes.

"Remus is recovering from the full moon, idiot" Sirius said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was about to say something more but McGonagall glared at the three of them.

McGonagall sighed again. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

At least, step one of Sirius' plan was definitely a success.

Step number two

The next part of Sirius’s plan required a little more... creativity.

Which is how you and James ended up in detention, standing outside McGonagall's office, glaring at a very pleased Sirius Black.

“Explain. Now,” you demanded.

Sirius shrugged. “Professor McGonagall may have received an anonymous tip that you two were planning to sneak into the kitchens after hours.”

“We weren’t,” you said flatly.

“Well, you should’ve been,” Sirius said, looking entirely unbothered. “Really, it’s your own fault for being so predictable.”

James groaned. “For Merlin’s sake, Padfoot.”

“Oh, don’t act so ungrateful,” Sirius scoffed, draping an arm around James’s shoulder. “I’m simply giving you both what you want. Quality time. Candlelit settings. Romance.”

“You’re sending us to detention,” you deadpanned.

“Exactly.” Sirius grinned. “Do you know how many legendary couples started with forced proximity? This is the perfect setup.”

James scoffed, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “You’re delusional.”

“And you are hopeless.” Sirius turned to you, wiggling his eyebrows.

You crossed your arms. “And what exactly do you gain from this?”

“An evening of uninterrupted flirting, obviously.”

James scoffed. “We don’t flirt.”

Sirius blinked. “Right. And I’m the Minister of Magic.”

Soon enough, Sirius was gone, and McGonagall assigned the two of you to polish the entire trophy room. Without magic. Which was, quite frankly, a crime against wizardkind.

“I think I’ve inhaled enough dust to choke a hippogriff,” you muttered, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn smudge.

James, sprawled dramatically on the floor, groaned. “This is actual torture.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. You’ve been lying there for twenty minutes. I’m doing all the work.”

James grinned lazily. “I’m providing emotional support.”

“Oh, how noble.”

“I try.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked a damp rag at him. He yelped as it smacked him in the face.

“Oi! That’s rude.”

“I’m so sorry, did I offend the Great James Potter?” you said, smirking.

James leaned on his elbow, smirking right back. “Oh, love, you offend me constantly.”

“And yet, you keep coming back.”

James’s smirk faltered for half a second—just long enough for you to notice.

His hazel eyes flickered over your face, something softer in them now. Something that made your heart do a completely unnecessary little flip.

Before you could overthink it, James groaned and rolled onto his back dramatically. “I cannot polish one more bloody trophy.”

“You’ve polished one,” you pointed out.

“Exactly!”

You snorted. “Oh, poor baby, suffering through a whole hour of detention.”

James gasped, clutching his chest. “You wound me.”

“Oh, shut up and hand me the polish.”

But James didn’t move. He was staring up at the ceiling, brows furrowed.

“Oi. Potter. Earth to James.”

James blinked and turned his head to look at you.

“Have you ever thought about it?” he asked suddenly.

You frowned. “Thought about what?”

He hesitated. Then smirked. “How gorgeous I am.”

You groaned. “Oh, for the love of Merlin—”

“I mean, really,” James continued, grinning now. “It must be exhausting for you, being constantly exposed to this level of handsomeness.”

“Exhausting, yes,” you said dryly. “Mostly because of your ego.”

James laughed, and it was so genuine, so warm, that you almost forgot why you were annoyed in the first place.

Almost.

By the time detention ended, you were both covered in dust, exhausted, and slightly delirious.

You both stumbled out of the trophy room, stretching like freed prisoners.

“Well, that was awful,” James said cheerfully.

You sighed dramatically. “If I never see another trophy again, it’ll be too soon.”

James turned to you, smirking. “You know, we should really thank Sirius for this.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you deadpanned. “Maybe hex him as a thank-you.”

James grinned. “You do have the best ideas.”

You smirked up at him. “I know.”

James’s smirk softened slightly. His hazel eyes flickered down to your lips—just for a second.

Your heart definitely did not stutter. Absolutely not.

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then James cleared his throat. “So.”

“So,” you echoed.

James shifted on his feet, then suddenly grinned. “Race you to the common room?”

You snorted. “Please. You’d lose.”

James gasped. “Oh, is that a challenge?”

You smirked. “You tell me.”

James took a step closer. “Winner gets bragging rights.”

You took a step closer. “Loser has to buy Butterbeer next Hogsmeade trip.”

James grinned. “Deal.”

He started running before even counting to three, and you really tried to get into his pace but he was much faster than you. James got in front of the painting that guarded the Gryffindor common room, breathless, you got there second, just by some seconds of different.

James grinned, looking far too smug. “I win.”

You gaped at him. “That’s cheating!”

“Strategic advantage, love.”

“Oh, you’re insufferable—”

James laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the common room. “Come on, loser. You owe me a Butterbeer.”

You groaned, but you were smiling. “You’re impossible, Potter.”

James squeezed your hand. “You love it.”

And, Merlin help you, maybe you did.

Step number— Intervention!

By the end of the week, you had reached your limit.

You slammed your hands down on the Gryffindor table, glaring at Sirius. “I know what you’re doing.”

Sirius, mid-bite of toast, blinked innocently. “Doing what?”

“Every time I turn around, James is right there. Transfiguration. Potions. Detention.”

Sirius smirked. “Weird how that keeps happening, huh?”

You jabbed a finger at him. “Admit it.”

Sirius leaned back lazily. “Admit what? That my best mate is tragically in love with you and needs a little push?”

James, who had just sat down, immediately choked on his pumpkin juice. “SIRIUS!”

You and James turned bright red at the same time.

“I—You—” You spluttered, words failing you for the first time in your entire life. “He is not—”

Sirius just grinned wider.

James, still coughing, thumped his chest and pointed an accusatory finger at Sirius. “Mate. What the hell.”

“Oh, please,” Sirius scoffed. “We all see it. You two are basically a couple already.”

Remus, sipping his tea across the table, nodded. “He’s not wrong.”

Sirius put an arm around his boyfriend. "Thank you, Moony, at least one person on this table actually supports me"

Remus gave him a look "I never said that"

Sirius gasped in mock horror "Hey! I told you all my plans to make those two," He pointed at you both "Start dating and you actually said it was a good idea"

Remus just swallowed a piece of bread "You have no actual proof i said that"

James buried his face in his hands. “Merlin, kill me now.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “We are not dating.”

Sirius waved a hand. “Yet.”

You and James simultaneously threw a piece of toast at him.

It bounced off his head. He didn’t even flinch.

Sirius just grinned. “Give it a week.”

Step number... five?

The Gryffindor common room was unusually peaceful that evening. No firework explosions, no magical pranks, no Sirius Black laughing maniacally while being chased by McGonagall. Just a cozy fire, the occasional page-turning of a textbook, and the low murmur of students finishing their homework.

It was exactly the kind of peace Sirius Black found unacceptable.

He leaned over to Remus, whispering conspiratorially, “It’s time.”

Remus, who had been this close to finishing his Transfiguration essay, sighed. “Time for what?”

Sirius grinned wickedly. “Operation: Get James Potter a Girlfriend.”

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sirius, for the love of Merlin—”

But Sirius was already in motion, zeroing in on James and you, who were currently seated across from each other at the Gryffindor table, mid-banter as usual.

James leaned back in his chair, twirling his quill between his fingers. “You keep looking at me like that, love. Starting to think you fancy me.”

You scoffed, flipping a page in your textbook. “Oh, absolutely, James. Nothing gets my heart racing like watching you struggle with fourth-year level Charms.”

James gasped dramatically. “You wound me! I am excellent at Charms.”

You smirked. “Oh, of course. Remind me again, how many times did you accidentally set your own tie on fire last week?”

“Once,” James muttered. “And in my defense, the spell was successful. Just...with extra flair.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Hopeless.”

Sirius plopped himself down between you two, grinning like a madman. “Wow, the flirty tension in this room is suffocating.”

Both you and James immediately groaned in unison.

“Sirius—”

“Nope,” he cut you off, slamming a hand down on the table. “I refuse to sit idly by while you two idiots continue this will-they-won’t-they nonsense. So, I’ve decided to help.”

James narrowed his eyes. “Help how?”

Sirius smirked. “Oh, just making sure you two spend as much time together as possible.”

Before either of you could protest, he waved his wand.

Suddenly, the two of you lurched forward, an invisible force yanking you towards each other until your noses were barely an inch apart.

You blinked. James blinked.

“What. The. Hell.”

James tried to lean back, but something—no, Sirius—kept you stuck together.

“Black, if you don’t undo this spell right now, I swear to Merlin—” you started, your face rapidly heating.

Sirius just beamed. “Ah, young love.”

“Padfoot,” James hissed through gritted teeth. “If I hex you right now, will you undo it?”

Sirius shrugged. “Dunno. You could try, but you are currently nose-to-nose with your one true love, so any sudden movements might result in an accidental kiss.”

You and James immediately went rigid.

“You're so dead, Black.” you shouted.

Remus, watching from the sidelines, sighed deeply. “You do realize McGonagall is going to kill you for this.”

Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, this is romantic. I’ll probably get an award.”

James turned back to you, his lips twitching despite himself. “So… reckon we just stay like this forever? Seems like Sirius has finally found a way to actually make you stare at me all day.”

You groaned. “Unbelievable. I’d rather kiss a Dementor.”

“Ouch,” James said, dramatically clutching his heart. “That’s cruel. I’d at least make a handsome Dementor.”

You huffed, crossing your arms—which was a bad idea, because now your hands were even closer to James’s chest.

Sirius gasped. “Oh, Merlin! Are you about to hold hands? Is this a moment?”

“I will kill you,” James said.

Remus, who was now actively ignoring the situation, muttered, “I’ll alert the authorities.”

Lily, walking past with a book, glanced at the scene, sighed, and kept walking. “You two deserve this.”

James grinned at you. “C’mon, admit it. This is the best day of your life.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Hm. Ask me again when I’m not glued to your face.”

Sirius sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. I’ll undo it. But only if you both admit you like each other.”

James and you both froze.

Silence.

You turned to James. James turned to you.

And then, at the exact same time, you both blurted out:

"Absolutely not.”

Sirius groaned. “Hopeless. Utterly hopeless.”

And with that, he flicked his wand, releasing the spell.

The moment you were free, you shoved James off of you, and he—completely unprepared—toppled off the bench and onto the floor with a very undignified yelp, making everyone laugh at him.

Step number 10? (Sirius has definitely lost counting)

It was pouring outside.

The Quidditch pitch was soaked, the thunder rumbled, and the storm showed no signs of letting up. You both had just gotten out of the game, and everything would’ve been fine, except you and James were currently locked in the Gryffindor locker room.

Courtesy of Sirius Black.

James banged on the door. “Pads, you absolute menace, open this door right now!”

Sirius’s laughter echoed from the other side. “Not until you both admit you’re in love with each other!”

You groaned. “You child!”

“Nope, just a genius. Have fun, lovebirds!”

And then—silence.

James sighed, running a hand through his soaked hair. “He’s never letting this go, is he?”

“Nope.”

You both stood there, dripping wet, silence stretching between you.

And then James said, “We could just… do it.”

You turned to him. “Do what?”

James shrugged. “Kiss. Just to get him off our backs.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So now you’re willing to waste your first kiss on me?”

James laughed softly. “I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.”

Oh.

The air between you shifted. His usual smirk was gone, replaced with something softer, something almost shy.

Your heart hammered. “Well… if we have to.”

James took a step closer. “Right. Just to get Sirius to shut up.”

Another step.

“Obviously.”

His hand brushed yours.

“No other reason.”

You swallowed. “None at all.”

And then he kissed you.

It was soft at first, tentative. But then you grabbed the front of his stupid Quidditch jersey, pulling him closer, and suddenly—it wasn’t just to get Sirius to shut up anymore.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy, James just grinned.

“So,” he said, “how mad would you be if I told you Sirius left five minutes ago?”

You blinked.

And then you shoved him.

“POTTER!”

James stumbled back, laughing as you shoved him again, harder this time. “You knew?” you accused, hands on your hips, still breathless from the kiss.

He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. “Well, I suspected.”

“You absolute menace!”

James only laughed harder, dodging as you lunged for him. “Come on, love, don’t be mad—”

“Oh, don’t you ‘love’ me, Potter! You tricked me into—” You stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing what you were saying.

James smirked. “Into what?”

You scowled. “Into… into…”

His grin widened, and he leaned in. “Into kissing me?”

Your face burned. Damn him.

James stepped even closer, so close you could smell the rain still clinging to his skin. His voice was lower now, teasing but softer. “You did kiss me back, you know.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Only because you kissed me first.”

He nodded solemnly. “And you’re saying you hated it?”

You opened your mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. “That is not the point.”

James just laughed, and before you could shove him again, he caught your hands in his. His thumbs brushed over your knuckles, and suddenly, the air between you wasn’t just playful anymore.

You swallowed. “Potter—”

He leaned in again, close enough that your noses nearly brushed. “I think,” he murmured, “we might have to do that again. You know, just to be sure.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. “Oh, for research purposes?”

“Exactly.”

And then he kissed you again—this time slower, sweeter. No tricks, no games. Just you and him.

Outside, the storm raged on, but in that moment, all you could feel was warmth.

[unintentionalseductress]

"I don't know why people complain about sloppy seconds" with pervy professor nanamin after his favorite student shows up to class already creampied by someone else >_< pervy prof nanami drives me crazyyyy

My god people talking to me about pervy professor Nanami are gonna drive me insane, I love him so much. Are you the same anon that participated in the game and mentioned pervy Nanami with the ropes?

(it might be kind of obvious how much I enjoyed writing this. can't help it. I'd be his cum dump if I could).

"I don't know why people complain about sloppy seconds"

--------

You were his student. HIS STUDENT.

Kento knew better than to get involved with you but something just drew him to you like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was how you were so close to graduating but still looked like an innocent doe-eyed thing, your cute little skirts too short, those thigh-high socks you liked to wear so coquettishly inviting.

He knew you had a boyfriend, he'd seen you two hanging around campus, barely hiding his envy as the two of you got handsy and made out shamelessly in view of everyone. It should be HIM gripping your thigh like that. It should be HIS lap that you sat on while you made out. But with gritted teeth he kept his composure, keeping a cool attitude towards you whenever you were in his class.

Today however, he was distracted the moment you came in. You were walking differently, almost gingerly, like you were holding in a breath. You took deliberate, slow steps to your seat, putting your bag down then turned to talk to a friend, leaning your upper body on the desk. He swears you're doing it intentionally to tease him, to make him lose his goddamn mind, and that was when he saw it; your too-short skirt hiked just high enough to flash him a little strip of your adorable pink panties, a stain of moisture visible, bleeding into the back part of the crotch.

Jealousy hits him in the stomach like a strong punch, practically leaving him winded. You had dared have sex right before his class? With that annoying frat boy who was barely keeping a passing grade? And then had the nerve to flaunt your used cunt in his classroom? Oh, that simply wouldn't do. With a huge effort he grits his teeth and starts his lesson, unable to ignore how you kept squirming in your seat, clearly struggling to keep whatever load your boyfriend had given you inside, to keep it from dribbling into your panties and down your thigh...

It was merciful when he was able to dismiss the class. But he called your name. Your heart skips a beat as you hear his gruff voice but you turn around, wide-eyed and sweet looking, and he feels his cock tighten painfully in his pants.

"Kindly close the door and lock it."

Your breath hitches and you feel like your legs are wooden but you follow his instructions and approach him at the front of the class.

"Is something wrong?" Oh you poor, sweet, lamb, standing there without a clue as to what's going on in your professor's head.

"You need to be more careful of your attire," Kento clips out, not failing to observe the way your nipples hardened under your shirt as he spoke. So he did have an effect on you.

"Excuse me?" you ask incredulously. "Who are you to tell me what can and can't wear?"

"I can if half your cunt can be seen from under your skirt. Yes, that's right," he adds with a smirk as your face reddens. "I saw a lot more of you than appropriate. Were you being intentionally provocative, or are you unaware what an inappropriate length all your skirts seem to be?"

"You-you...!" You gasp at him in embarassment and slight shame, but heat pools in your belly at the knowledge that he had been privy to your upskirt flash. "You perverted old man! I'm telling the dean that you're preying on your students!"

"Hmm go right ahead," Kento says smoothly. "And I'll tell him you're flashing your cunt to everyone that will see. With the way you're dressed, I'm sure there will be no questions left. And to make it even more interesting, I might add that there were...questionable body fluids all over your panties. As a concerned professor, I was only expressing my concerns for my student's well-being." The smile on his face could not be more smug and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his handsome, chiseled, face.

"Is that all? You wanted to lecture me about my clothes?"

"Are you aware how inappropriate it is to come to class with another man's semen in your cunt?" He grins as you look gobsmacked, spluttering.

"I-but I!"

"You were very uncomfortable for the length of the class. I could see you squirming." The grin is positively wolfish now.

"How dare you! You have no proof."

"Then you wouldn't mind showing me your panties? Since you're so keen on proving your innocence."

His words send a thrill down your spine straight to your clit which throbbed under his scrutinizing eyes. You could've said no. But the predatory way he was looking at you, jealousy barely contained made you want to do something shocking and brash. With a huff, you stand.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Kneel on that desk chair." You do so, feeling a little turned on as you do so, then try not to react as Kento's large hands hike up your skirt, revealing the pink panties that were stained with another man's cum.

"So utterly shameless," he growls before bringing his hand down on your ass, the resounding smack satisfying to his ears as your cheek stained red, your squeal of shock echoing through the classroom. Kento covers your mouth and spanks you again, your squirms futile as the slaps filled the classroom. When your ass was perfectly red and bore signs of his handprints, he stops. There were tears in your eyes and you sniffle.

"Aw, is the little slut crying from getting a much needed punishment? Will you remember not to enter classrooms full of cum from now on?"

You gasp as he pulls the panties off, running his hands over your thigh-high socks, then coming to your front to cruelly pinch your nipples.

"Have you ever been fucked by a real man before?" One of his hands drops to your cunt and traces your lips. You whine and try to move, which only results in your earlier creampie trickling out of your cunt, dripping obscenely onto the chair. Kento's eyes go feral at the sight.

"Shameless cumdumpster of a whore," he whispers into your ear, almost lovingly. "Let me show you what it's like to carry a real man's load."

You hear his zip being undone and you find that you don't want to resist him. Your hot professor wanted to fuck you, and you were damned if you said you hadn't thought about it before. His tip lines with your entrance and he slowly spreads your folds apart, splitting you into two and he fills and stretches you. You whimper at how thick he is, how good he felt inside you.

"I don't know why people complain about sloppy seconds," he growls in your ear as he starts to thrust. "Pussy is all nice and wet and slick. You'd been needing a second fuck today hadn't you?"

You moan as he begins to rut into you with abandon, the noises filling the clasroom. "Professor..."

"Professor..." he repeats in a high-pitched mocking tone, the humiliation adding on to your arousal. "That's right, I'm your professor. And I own your cunt. You think your pathetic keg sucking boyfriend has any idea how to please a woman?"

His fingers find your clit and begin to circle it and you cry out, your vision going hazy.

"That's right...real men not only fuck their whores, they satisfy them too."

He continues to firmly stroke your clit and to your embarrassment, you cum sooner than you thought you would, the orgasm hot and intense, something your boyfriend had never been able to achieve. You sob in delight as your pussy flutters around his cock, setting his teeth on edge.

"That's right. Let it all out you pathetic slut. How many times were you fucked and left dissatisfied? When you could have been on my cock, getting off?" He sloppily thrusts into you, lewd wet noises filling the air, then with a bark, feels his ball tighten satisfyingly before emptying themselves into your pussy, hot ropes of thick cum filling the cavern.

"Don't waste it," he says as he withdraws, watching your hole pucker in an attempt to keep it all inside you.

"Now you can go to the rest of your classes knowing what it means to be properly fucked. Tell your boyfriend I said hi later, when he tries to eat you out and tastes only me."

(I am now horny. Any hot professors need a cunt?)

[ramonathinks]

favorite girl | john price

cw: mdni, 18+, smut, mild angst. note: [listen to tantrums by normani for the full effect]

you're unbelievably drunk. whining for an ex boyfriend who you couldn’t believe broke up with you. but even worst is that you're horny. nobody has even been able to get you off like he has and you can't help but to think of him.

so with wobbly knees and a quivering voice you call him. you know he's probably in his penthouse with a cold beer in his hand not wanting to be bothered but yet...

“i didn't think you'd answer.”

“i'd always answer for you.” he still sounds the same, still talks like you're his and it just makes you angry. “it's pretty late.” you knew him, so you knew he was glancing at his rolex.

“’m sorry, are you tired?” the world is spinning and you're giggling.

you hear some rustling. “need me to come get you? send a car for you?”

“mhm. maybe.” you think. “no... i don't wanna see you. you broke my heart...old man.”

“listen, kid... it's better you're serious about somebody you're own age —” john started.

you sniffle, it's the speech all over again. “just forget i called. lose my number.”

you hang up and it's fast. but all you can think about is when everything was right.

of course things were different and crazy. he was in his mid 40's and you were barely 25. but it wasn't weird until he made it weird.

but before that, it was always just late night calls, and soft sex. you on your knees for him and keeping him in your mouth, even when he was soft but fuck did he love your young throat. always so tight, it felt like he was fucking your pussy all over again.

he loved the clothes you wore and how easy they were to get off, he would tease you and fuck you in his office chair.

he didn't seem that old until he took you to places that nobody your age would be interested in. it didn’t matter though. you even loved his taste in music.

you loved how he still knew how to work his phone and wasn't like those other old people who couldn't send a picture.

on his long business trips when you were too lazy to come with him, he'd send you videos tapping his cock against the screen and you were always surprised by just how hard he could get.

he didn't move young. especially on the dance floor. he taught you to waltz and got you a ball gown that made your skin glow.

he didn't move young when he'd throw you up against the wall and fuck you against all the walls in his house.

“you're so fucking good at taking me.” he'd whisper in your hair after slapping your ass.

and when he took you to his vacation house you thought it meant something. when he told you this was his favorite house.

taking his favorite girl to his favorite house.

sitting you on the marble counter and thrusting inside of you. squeezing and milking him with a chuckle, “i think i love you.”

it made him stop in his tracks. and suddenly you could see his grey hairs clearly.

he couldn't break up with you there nor could he do it to your face.

it took a few weeks before he did it. saying nonsense about how he was too old.

all you could do is cry.

and even though he sent a car for you, you couldn't dare to get inside and to smell his cologne all over. yet the driver continued to follow you… making sure you got home safely.

no part 2.

[lcvemiyuki]

pilates workout | ushijima, hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: ushijima asks you for help on improving his core and balance

warnings: timeskip!ushijima x reader, established relationship, just a tad suggestive, fluff

characters: ushijima

word count: 502

a/n: you can tell how much i've been thinking about this😅...ushijima’s muscles go brrrrrr

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Toshi—no, you have to tighten your core more.”

You were determined to support your boyfriend, so when he asked for advice on strengthening his core and enhancing his balance, you took it as your mission. You were aware of Ushijima’s resolve and aimed to match it.

“Mm,” he grumbled, acknowledging your guidance as he adjusted his arms, moving back into the planking position.

Despite his incredible strength, the strain in his muscles was visible as he struggled to maintain his posture. His wide shoulders trembled slightly, and sweat trickled down his temple.

Circling him, you focused on making sure his workout was effective. “C’mon, just thirty more seconds. Keep your arms straight.”

As his hips began to sag again, you sighed lightly and crouched beside him. Gently, you placed your hands on his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Here, like this,” you said softly, guiding his hips back into position.

His quietness was telling, the occasional nod indicated he was taking in your instructions. You could sense the effort in his muscles.

“I should add this to my workout schedule,” he stated, his voice steady despite the exertion.

“To spend more time with you,” he added sincerely.

Leaning in, you whispered, “I’d like that.” His words pulling on your heartstrings.

Your hands stayed on him a little longer as you looked into his olive-green eyes.

The sound of your phone alarm shattered the moment. Yet, the warm feeling lingered even after you turned it off.

Ushijima gently reclined on the yoga mat, the fabric sticking to his sweaty skin. He lay flat on his back, drawing deep, steady breaths. His powerful arms moved behind his head, veins bulging as he began to cool down.

You brought him a small, white towel and crouched near his head. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, you leaned in closer, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on his forehead.

“Your reward,” you whispered, smiling at him.

His eyes opened slowly, meeting yours with an intensity that quickened your pulse. His gaze traced your features, saying more than words could.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his body glistening under the soft light. The sight was mesmerizing as your peripheral vision caught a glimpse of his waistband, which hung low enough to reveal the two sculpted grooves that trailed even deeper down.

Ushijima reached up, the back of his hand brushing against your cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“Anytime,” you replied softly, your heart racing as you hoped the warmth blossoming on your cheeks matched the heat of his hands.

There was a certain part of you, a hidden, daring side, that wanted to push him even further, just to see more of the sight of him now— sprawled out on the floor taking deep, heavy breaths.

A playful smirk crossed your face.

“What’s with the face, my love?” Ushijima’s deep voice pierced your bubble of thought.

“Oh! Nothing,” you assured him. “Now,” you clasped your hands together, “let’s continue, shall we?” you suggest, blinking innocently.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Rosie x male reader

5.9k words

( What can be the best birthday present one can give to someone?? )

y/n has been invited from Rosie and her boyfriend, to their house to celebrate y/n’s birthday.

After a quick lunch full of laughter and gossip between the 3 of you, you and your friend move to the living room…

Your friend, Rosie’s boyfriend, smiles at you and speak

“y/n I’ve prepared a special gift for you, on your birthday…”

Then, Rosie slowly walks into the living room, with a cunty walk, like she’s doing a fashion runway, while wearing a big coat.

Your friend smiles at Rosie and tell her

“Rosie please give my bro his birthday gift…”

Rosie slowly approaches you, till her face is close to yours. She then opens her mouth and sensually lick her lips, giving you a sexy show. Then Rosie says,

“Your friend, my lovely boyfriend, gifted my body to you…”

You look at your friend with a surprised expression, processing his words. A mischievous grin slowly spreads across your face as you realize the nature of his ‘gift’. Turning my attention back to Rosie, You take in her alluring appearance, your eyes drinking in the sight of her luscious curves barely contained by the coat.

“Well, well, this is quite the birthday surprise you two have cooked up for me. I’m honored that you’re both willing to share Rosie’s lovely company with me today.”

You reach out and gently caress Rosie’s cheek, your thumb tracing the outline of her soft, plump lips.

“I’ll be sure to enjoy every second of this… special gift.”

Rosie shivers at your touch, her eyes darkening with desire. She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers,

“I’m all yours for the taking, birthday boy.”

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she notices the effect of her bold display has on you. Without hesitation, she closes the distance between you, her soft lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can feel the warmth of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her coat as she presses against me. Her tongue dances with yours, eagerly exploring your mouth and savoring the taste of your saliva.

Rosie’s nimble fingers trace the outline of your straining cock off your trouser, eliciting a groan of pleasure from your lips. She breaks the kiss, gazing at you with hooded eyes full of desires.

“Mmm, someone’s eager for their birthday present,”

She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get every inch of what you want.”

Rosie’s hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, her delicate fingers wrapping around your throbbing shaft. She begins to stroke you slowly, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Her lips return to yours, swallowing your moans of ecstasy as she pleasures you.

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she breaks the kiss.

Maintaining intense eye contact, she slowly lowers her head, her soft lips parting to engulf the throbbing length of your cock. A shudder of pleasure courses through you as her warm, wet mouth envelops you. Her tongue swirls and dances along your sensitive flesh, savoring the salty taste of your pre-cum.

Rosie hums in appreciation, the vibrations sending delicious sensations radiating through your groin. She bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass, her skilled tongue caressing every inch. Her gaze never wavers, silently daring you to look away as she pleasures you with her mouth.

Just when you think you can’t take any more of her teasing, wicked ministrations, Rosie pulls back, leaving only the tip of your cock between her lips. She flicks her tongue against your sensitive slit, eliciting a strangled groan from your throat. Then, with a final, lingering lick, she releases me, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

“Mmm, delicious. I can’t wait to taste more of you, birthday boy.”

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she engulfs your throbbing cock once more. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue swirling and caressing your sensitive flesh with expert precision. She bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass, her saliva coating your shaft and dripping down her chin.

You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking slightly as Rosie works you over. She maintains intense eye contact, her gaze filled with unbridled lust. Between sloppy, slurping sucks, she pauses to ask.

“Are you enjoying this, birthday boy? Does my mouth feel good on your big, hard cock?”

Rosie’s voice is thick with desire, her words sending shivers of pleasure through your body. She resumes her ministrations, her pace quickening as she chases your release. You can feel the familiar tension building, your orgasm rapidly approaching. But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, Rosie pulls back, denying you your climax.

“Ah ah ah, not yet,”

She tuts, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“We’re just getting started. I want to savor every last drop of you.”

Rosie’s eyes light up with unbridled desire when my friend playfully gave you permission to ravage her. Without hesitation, she hungrily latches onto your throbbing cock, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips. Her pussy is dripping wet, the evidence of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs.

Rosie begins to bob her head up and down, her mouth enveloping you in a sloppy, wet embrace. Her tongue swirls and caresses, coaxing more of your pre-cum to the surface. The vibrations of her hums of pleasure send delicious sensations radiating through your body.

Glancing over at your friend, you see him watching you intently, a smug grin on his face. He gives you a subtle nod, silently urging you to take full advantage of his generous gift. Emboldened, you grip the back of Rosie’s head, guiding her movements as she devours your cock.

Rosie’s eyes flutter closed, her focus solely on pleasuring you. She picks up the pace, her mouth sliding up and down your shaft with increasing fervor. The sound of her slurping and gagging fills the room, only adding to the lewd, carnal atmosphere.

Just as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Rosie suddenly pulls back, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening cock. She looks up at you, her eyes wild with lust.

“Fuck! Birthday boy, you are aching to cum, aren’t you? I need you to cum inside my throat, now!”

Your friend’s gruff encouragement spurs you on, and you roughly yank Rosie’s head, fucking her throat with abandon. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she gamely struggles to accommodate your thrusting cock. The lewd sounds of your shaft plunging into her mouth echo through the room, mingling with Rosie’s muffled moans.

Suddenly, you feel the familiar tightening in your groin, and with a guttural groan, you unleash your pent-up release directly into Rosie’s waiting mouth.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she savors the taste of your seed, keeping it pooled on her tongue for you to admire.

After the last spurt, you withdraw, leaving Rosie’s lips glistening with your cum. She opens her mouth wide, proudly displaying the impressive load you’ve left her with. A satisfied moan rumbles in her throat as she slowly, sensually swallows it all down, her Adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp.

Rosie appreciates the taste of your cum, her eyes sparkle with mischief as she licks the last traces of your seed from her lips, she gazes up at you, her expression coy yet eager.

“Mmm, you taste delicious, y/n. But I’m not done with you yet.”

and then using her mouth yet again to clean your cock.

Whilst she cleaned your cock with her mouth you asked your friend, presenting him the idea of public gangbang of her.

Removing your cock, she turns to your friend, she pouts playfully.

“So, you cheeky birthday boy y/n, you want to take me to a public washroom for a gangbang, huh? I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“After all, I am just a needy little slut who craves being used and filled with cock.”

Rosie stands, grabbing her coat and covering her body with it. She saunters over to your friend, pressing her body against his as she whispers something in his ear. Your friend’s eyes widen, then a wicked grin spreads across his face. He nods, and Rosie turns back to you, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Well, y/n, it looks like we’re going on a little field trip. I hope you’re ready to share me with anyone who wants a taste.”

She reaches down, giving your semi-hard cost a teasing squeeze.

“Because I’m about to become the world’s biggest cum dumpster.”

As you make your way to the public washroom with hands in hands, Rosie’s curiosity gets the better of her. She eyes the bowl in your hand and pouts playfully.

“Aw, come on y/n, what’s the surprise? Tell me, tell me!!”

She tugs at your sleeve, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You can’t help but chuckle at her childlike excitement.

“Patience, my dear slut. All will be revealed soon enough.”

You wink at her, enjoying the way her impatience bubbles to the surface.

“After all, you’re already given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for – your beautiful, willing body.”

Rosie huffs in feigned annoyance, but the growing flush on her cheeks betrays her true feelings. She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear.

“Well, in that case, I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me.”

Her hand trails down your chest, coming to rest teasingly close to your groin.

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to show my appreciation…”

With that, you arrive at the public washroom, the anticipation building as you step inside, ready to indulge in your wicked plans.

As we enter the public washroom, the eyes of the men inside immediately zero in on Rosie’s alluring form. Their gazes roam hungrily over her body, clearly surprised and intrigued by the presence of a woman in their domain. Rosie revels in the attention, a coy smile playing on her lips as she slowly removes her coat, revealing her nude, sexy body to the captivated onlookers.

You tug Rosie close to your side, claiming your stake. Pulling her into a passionate kiss, you let your free hand roam over the gentle curves of her figure. Breaking the kiss, you address the men, your voice thick with authority.

“Gentlemen, today’s my birthday, and I plan on giving you all a party. So, here’s my insatiable slut Rosie for all of you to use however you wish. But there’s one condition – you all need to cum in this bowl.”

You hold up the bowl, a wicked grin spreading across your face. The men’s eyes light up with excitement, their gazes filled with lust as they eagerly crowd around Rosie. She stands there, basking in their hungry stares, her body trembling with anticipation.

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she sinks to her knees without any hesitation, her gaze fixed hungrily on the growing bulges in the men’s trousers. Without hesitation, she begins to rub her face against the hardening cocks, eliciting groans of pleasure from the eager crowd. The men express their gratitude to you, thrilled at the opportunity to indulge in your generous birthday gift.

Rosie’s movements are sensual and deliberate, her soft skin caressing the fabric-covered shafts. She lets out little hums of satisfaction, savoring the feel and scent of their arousal. The men watch, transfixed, as she lavishes attention on their crotches, her tongue occasionally darting out to tease the sensitive areas.

As the men’s excitement builds, Rosie glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knows exactly what she’s doing, driving the men wild with her shameless display of wanton need. The room is filled with the sounds of their groans and the rustling of fabric as they struggle to contain their urges.

The men’s demands ring out in unison, their voices thick with lust.

“Spread your legs, slut! Let us see that pretty pink pussy!”

Rosie glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. At your nod of approval, she immediately complies, shamelessly spreading her legs wide. The men cheer and jeer, their gazes hungrily devouring the sight of her glistening, exposed pink pussy.

“Look at that, boys! Bet it tastes as sweet as it looks,”

One man growls, eliciting a chorus of lewd agreements. Another man steps forward, running a finger along Rosie’s slit, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

“Mmm, bet this little whore is soaking wet and ready to be used.”

The filthy comments continue to flow as the men crowd around Rosie, their hands reaching out to touch and explore her willing body. She revels in their attention, her chest heaving with excitement as she prepares to service them all.

You join the eager crowd, scolding Rosie playfully.

“Come now, my dear slut, you know these trousers won’t just remove themselves.”

Rosie’s eyes light up with wicked delight, and without hesitation, she sets to work. Her nimble fingers swiftly unbuckle belts and unzip flies, freeing the men’s throbbing cocks from their confines.

As each shaft is exposed, the men waste no time in hurling a barrage of degrading, slut-shaming insults at Rosie.

“Look at this greedy whore, can’t get enough cock!”

One man sneers.

“You’re nothing but a cum dumpster, aren’t you, you filthy slut?”

Another jeers.

Rosie revels in the humiliation, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she bares her body to the jeering crowd. She meets their hateful gazed with a coy smile, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.

“That’s right, I’m just a dirty little slut who needs to be used and filled with your cum. Please, don’t hold back – degrade me however you want!”

Rosie rises to her feet, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She begins to strike a series of provocative, slutty poses, her body undulating with feline grace. Leaning back slightly, she runs her hands over her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the fullness of her breasts.

“Look at me, you animals,”

Rosie purrs, her voice dripping with shameless desire.

“I’m nothing but a dirty whore you craves your cocks.”

She turns around, bending at the waist to give the men a tantalizing view of her round, firm ass and glistening pussy.

The men groan in approval, their eyes drinking in every inch of Rosie’s shameless display. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with lust.

“Come on, use me however you want. I’m just a pathetic slut who needs to be filled.”

As you come forward on her bent form, you gently slide your throbbing cock into Rosie’s waiting pussy, she lets out a pleasured scream that echoes through the washroom. The other men erupt in cheers, three of them stepping forward eagerly. One slides his shaft into Rosie’s eager mouth, while the other two receive her skilled handjobs.

The men shower Rosie with a barrage of filthy, lustful words, praising her insatiable hunger for their cocks. You tease her playfully, your voice dripping with amusement.

“Well, my dear, are you enjoying yourself? You certainly seem to be reveling in all this attention, you stupid whore!”

Rosie’s eyes are alight with wanton desire as she services the men. Her hips rock back against your thrusts, her mouth and hands working tirelessly to please the others. The room is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the slick, wet noises of your carnal activities.

Rosie is in her element, basking in the degradation and humiliation as she fulfills her role as the group’s eager cum dumpster. Her body trembles with unbridled lust, every inch of her skin flushed with arousal. She is the epitome of a shameless, insatiable whore – and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The men shower Rosie with barrage of filthy, lustful words, praising her insatiable hunger for their cocks. One of them grips her hair tightly, growling into her ear.

“That’s right, you greedy slut, take my cock deep down your throat. Show us how much you love being used as a cum dump!”

Rosie moans around the shaft filling her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she swallows him to the hilt. The man’s hips snap forward ruthlessly, chasing his own release. With a guttural groan, he empties himself directly into Rosie’s throat, refusing to pull out.

Rosie’s eyes widen briefly, but she quickly recovers, gulping down every last drop of his seed. As he withdraws, leaving her lips glistening, another man surged forward, ready to take his place. But Rosie raises a hand, stopping him.

She turns to you, her expression coy yet questioning.

“Are you enjoying the show, birthday boy? I hope this is everything you dreamed of and more.”

Her voice is thick with arousal, yet there’s a hint of genuine curiosity in her tone.

You growl with pleasure, your hips snapping forward as you fuck Rosie’s pussy senselessly.

“You’re damn right I’m enjoying this, you insatiable slut. This is exactly what you were made for – to be used and filled with cock.”

Rosie turns her head forward, her expression coy yet desperate.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, birthday boy. Please, I need more!”

She seductively begs, her voice dripping with wanton need.

The waiting man steps forward, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest.

“That’s it, you shameless whore, beg for it. You look so goddamn perfect when you’re begging to be used.”

He grabs a handful of Rosie’s hairs, yanking her head back as he positions his throbbing cock at her lips.

Rosie’s eyes light up with delight, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of his shaft. She whimpers softly, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Please, sir, I need your cock in my mouth. I’ll be such a good little slut for you, I promise!”

The men continue to shower Rosie with a barrage of lustful praise and degrading slut-shaming as you fuck her pussy senselessly. Her body trembles with wanton need, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around your throbbing shaft.

On her mouth, the cocks keep changing, the men taking turns plunging their shafts between her eager lips. They groan with pleasure, praising her skilled tongue and throat as they deposit their loads directly down her gullet. Rosie swallows it all hungrily, her eyes alight with depraved delight.

“That’s it, you filthy whore, drink it all down!”

One man growls, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself. As he withdraws, another immediately takes his place, sliding his cock into Rosie’s well-used mouth without hesitation.

The room is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Rosie servicing them all. She is the epitome of a shameless, insatiable cum dumpster, and she revels in every moment of her degradation.

As man after man takes their turn, they greedily pump their seed down Rosie’s waiting throat. She gulps it all down hungrily, her eyes alight with depraved delight. But suddenly, she recalls your earlier instruction – that they were all to cum into the bowl.

Pulling the latest cock from her mouth, Rosie turns to the group, her voice dripping with need.

“Wait, wait! I almost forgot – master said you all need to cum in the bowl.”

She casts a pleading look, her body still rocking back against your relentless thrusts.

The men pause, grunting in frustration, but quickly comply. One by one, they begin to stroke themselves, aiming their twitching shafts towards the bowl. Rosie watches, licking her lips in anticipation, as the first thick ropes of cum begin to splatter against the sides of the bowl.

As the men continue to fill the bowl, Rosie clenches her inner muscles around your cock, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As the men continue to take turns using Rosie’s mouth, they replace their own hands with Rosie’s mouth to jerk their cock, guiding her mouth to stroke their throbbing shafts. When each man feels his release approaching, he quickly pulls out, aiming his cock towards the waiting bowl to deposit his load.

In the midst of this, you gently whisper into Rosie’s ear that you’re close to climaxing. Rosie, her mouth currently stuffed with another man’s cock, lets out a muffled moan of delight. As the latest man withdraws to add his seed to the bowl, Rosie stops the next in line.

Turning her head over her shoulder, Rosie looks at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Please, birthday boy, I want you to cum inside me. Don’t hold back!”

Without hesitation, she turns her head back around, eagerly swallowing down the waiting cock as you thrust into her welcoming pussy.

As you reach your climax, you unleash a torrent of seed deep into Rosie’s welcoming pussy. She moans rapturously around the cock currently filling her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the man. Suddenly, Rosie’s body is wracked by a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching and squeezing your shaft as she shamelessly squirts, coating your groin with her arousal.

The other men erupt in cheers, their voices dripping with lust and admiration.

“Look at that, the slut’s cumming like a bitch in heat!”

One man growls.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Another exclaims, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself into the waiting bowl.

Rosie is the picture of debauched ecstasy, her mind lost in the throes of her climax. She continues to suck and stroke the cock in her mouth, determined to milk every last drop from its owner. The washroom is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of their carnal activities.

As the waves of her intense orgasm subside, Rosie exclaims breathlessly.

“OH MY GOD, that was the best climax I’ve ever had in my life!”

The men erupt in laughter, hurling a barrage of filthy, degrading comments her way.

“Look at this shameless slut, loving every second of her gangbang!”

One man jeers.

“You’re nothing but a greedy little cum dumpster, aren’t you?”

Another sneers.

Suddenly without warning, you align your cock with Rosie’s tight asshole and push inside, immediately setting a rough, punishing pace. Rosie cried out, the sudden intrusion overwhelming her senses. She stumbles, falling to the dirty floor of the washroom.

A man lying in wait quickly slides beneath her, aligning his shaft with Rosie’s dripping pussy. With a predatory growl, he rams his cock into her, stretching her to the limit. The dual penetration causes Rosie scream out in a unadulterated pleasure.

Seizing the opportunity, another man surges forward, shoving his throbbing member into Rosie’s open mouth. She gags briefly, but quickly finds her rhythm, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around the intrusion.

Rosie is utterly overwhelmed, her body a conduit for the men’s carnal desires. Yet, her expressions is one of pure, unbridled ecstasy – she is in her element, reveling in the degradation and humiliation, her every need and fantasy being fulfilled.

As you slam into Rosie’s tight ass, you slap her cheeks roughly, growling in her ear.

“Take it, you filthy slut! You love getting used like the whore you are, don’t you?”

The man pounding her pussy grunts in pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s still so tight, even after being passed around like this. What greedy little cunt!”

Rosie moans around the cock filling her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the man. As he withdraws to add his load to the waiting bowl, Rosie turns to both of you, her expression coy and seductive.

“Mmm, you boys feel so good inside me, especially you birthday boy y/n, seems you can’t get enough of me. I’m your dirty little cum dump, aren’t I? Please, don’t stop using me – I need more of your delicious cum!”

For the next half hour, you continue to fuck Rosie’s tight ass senselessly, your hips snapping forward with ruthless abandon. The other men take turns using her other holes, their cocks pounding into her relentlessly.

Rosie moans and screams in pleasure, her body wracked by wave after wave of ecstasy. The men shower her with a barrage of degrading insults, praising her as a filthy, insatiable cum dumpster.

“That’s it, you greedy slut, take our cocks! You were born to be used like this,”

One man growls, slamming into her pussy with bruising force.

As each man nears his climax, he withdraws to add his load to the steadily-filling bowl. Rosie’s eyes are wild with lust, her entire being focused on servicing the group to the best of her abilities.

After hours of relentless use, Rosie lies sprawled on the floor, her body utterly spent from the relentless gangbang. Her pussy is extremely overstimulated, and swollen, each twitch sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her frame. The constant climaxes she’s experienced from the endless pleasure of being fucked by so many cocks leaving her in a daze.

The bowl beside her is filled to the brim with the collective seed of the men who have used her. As the other men finally begin to tire, they withdraw from Rosie’s well-used holes. Despite her exhaustion, you continue to switch between her well-used pussy and her tight, clenching asshole, driving into her with unrelenting fervor. Rosie moans weakly, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Did you… did you like it, birthday boy?”

She manages to ask, her expression a mix of blissful satisfaction and genuine curiosity.

“I’ve never felt so alive, so… so completely used. It was everything I ever dreamed of and more.”

She gazes up at you, her eyes shining with adoration.

“And you? Did you enjoy watching me get passed around like the filthy slut I am? Seeing me reduced to nothing more than a receptacle for your pleasure?”

As the hours drag on, Rosie’s body becomes the epicenter of a seemingly endless gangbang. One man after another enters the washroom to fresh themselves but eventually use Rosie’s well-worn holes. Despite the constant barrage of penetration, Rosie’s pussy and ass remain tight and responsive, clenching down greedily on your cock as you continue to fill her again and again.

Her expression is one of pure, unadulterated bliss – the very picture of a shameless, insatiable whore. Rosie’s moans and cries of pleasure echo off the tiled walls, spurring on the men to be ever rougher and more relentless in their use of her body.

Despite the countless cocks that have plundered her holes, Rosie’s pussy and ass still grip you with a vice-like intensity. She whimpers and moans with each thrust, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and depraved fulfillment.

“Please, y/n, don’t stop!”

She begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cum, I need it so badly. Fill me up again and again!”

Rosie’s shameless words only serve to stoke the flames of your lust. With a primal growl, you resume your relentless pounding, determined to give the insatiable slut exactly what she craves.

For the next half hour you fucked her relentlessly cumming inside her countless time.

As you finally withdraw from Rosie’s well-used pussy, she lets out a soft whimper of disappointment and satisfaction. However, your words quickly catch her attention.

“Wear your coat, pet. It’s time to head back.”

Rosie nods obediently, quickly slipping back into her coat, though her eyes remain filled with curiosity.

“But what the bowl, y/n?”

She asks, glancing over at the receptacle filled to the brim with the collective seed of the men who have used her.

“What are you going to do with all that?”

You offer her an enigmatic smile.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, my dear. Now come along, we mustn’t keep my friend waiting any longer.”

Rosie falls into step beside you, her mind racing with possibilities. Whatever you have planned, she knows it will be deliciously decadent. With a barely contained shiver of anticipation, she follows you out of the washroom, eager to discover what delights await her back home.

As you reach back home, your friend, Rosie, and you settle on the couch. your friend gently removes Rosie’s coat, taking in her disheveled state with amusement.

“My, my, Rosie. Look at you baby, all destroyed and used.”

He exclaims.

“Fuck babes, how many men had their way with you today? Hmm?”

He asks, his voice tinged with playful curiosity.

Rosie and you both giggle at his question.

“Oh, we lost count, darling.”

She coos, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

After a few moments of laughter, your friend’s gaze falls upon the bowl you’ve brought back. His brow furrows slightly.

“And what’s this?”

He inquired, gesturing towards the receptacle.

You grin, your voice laced with amusement.

“These are the seeds of the men who so thoroughly enjoyed your girlfriend today, my friend. A little momento, if you will.”

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow when you asked him to get undressed, but the amusement in his expression is clear.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

He asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You lean in, a dark chuckle escaping your lips.

“I though we might have a little fun with our dear Rosie. You see, I have a plan to put that bowl of seed to good use.”

You gesture towards the receptacle, your eyes gleaming with mischief. Your friend’s eyes widen in understanding, and a grin spreads across his face.

“I see. Well then, let’s not keep the lady waiting then.”

With that, he begins to undress, his movements confident and sure. Rosie’s eyes light up as she watches the two of you disrobe. She sinks to her knees, her gaze locked on your growing erections. Her lips part, a silent plea for you to use her.

“Go on, pet,”

You murmur, your voice low and commanding.

“Beg for it.”

Rosie doesn’t hesitate, her words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

“Please, use me! Let me pleasure you both. I need your cocks, your cum – I’ll drink it all down, I promise!”

Rosie eagerly takes turns sucking on our throbbing cocks for the next half hour, her mouth moving with a hungry, desperate rhythm. She moans around the thick shafts, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you both.

As she switches between our members, Rosie’s body trembles with wave after wave of climax. Yet she never falters, her dedication to pleasing you unwavering.

“Mmm, your cocks taste soo good,”

She purrs, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I’m going to drink every last drop of your delicious cums.”

Rosie’s filthy words only spur you both on, both of your hips bucking as you draw closer to the edge. She redoubles her efforts, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around your aching members.

The room is filled with the sounds of your collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Rosie’s ministrations.

Rosie’s eyes widen in surprise as you and your friend announce that you’re about to climax. She watches intently as you both aim your throbbing cock at the bowl, depositing your seed into the already full bowl.

Your friend told Rosie

“Here Rosie, here’s your reward.”

You added

“Now come and drink it Rosie.”

“What? You want me to drink all of that?”

Rosie exclaims, her voice laced with a mix of shock and playful disbelief.

“There’s no way I can do that!”

She teases, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, since you both want it so badly then how can I refuse, and afterall, you birthday boy y/n this is your wish and your birthday so I got to do it.”

With a playful wink, Rosie crawls to you and your friend near the couch.

Rosie gazes up at you and your friend, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dips her head into the bowl, her pink tongue eagerly lapping up the mingled seed within.

A guttural moan of pure ecstasy escapes her lips as salty, viscous fluid coats her tongue and slides down her throat. She drinks greedily.

Pulling her face from the bowl, Rosie grins brightly, her features smeared with the collective cum.

“Mmm, it all tastes so good! I just can’t get enough.”

With that, she plunges her face back into the bowl, her whole head disappearing beneath the surface of cum.

Your friend and you watch the debauched display, passing filthy comments ass Rosie revels in her depravity.

“Look at the greedy slut, drowning herself in the mixed seed. She’s insatiable!”

Rosie’s muffled moans of ecstasy only spur you on, your words growing increasingly vulgar and degrading.

Your friend and you continue to shower Rosie with a barrage of degrading insults, mocking her as a filthy, greedy dog as she hungrily laps up the mingled seed from the bowl. The girl revels in the humiliation, her eyes wild with lust.

“That’s it, you shameless bitch, drink it all down!”

Your friend growls, his voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re nothing but a cum-drunk whore, aren’t you?”

Rosie moans in ecstasy, her tongue darting out to lap up the cum. The excess fluid coats her face, dripping down her chin and nose as she hungrily inhales the cum through her nose as well. Her body starts trembling with intense climax, her pussy clenching around nothing as she descends further into depravity.

Rosie’s body trembles with one intense climax after another as she greedily laps up the mingled seed from the bowl. Your friend and you watch in awe, marvelling at how the insatiable Rosie is orgasming so desperately, simply from drinking down the collective cum of her numerous users.

“Look at the filthy slut, cumming like a bitch in heat,”

Your friend sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.

“She can’t get enough, can she?”

Rosie moans in response, her darting out to lick every last drop of cum.

After several minutes, Rosie finally finishes, gazing up at you with her mouth open and eyes rolled back in a perfect aegyo. Her tongue darts out, showcasing that she has indeed gulped down every last drop of the mingled seed. The sight is utterly debauched, yet undeniably captivating.

Rosie gazes up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So, birthday boy y/n, did you enjoy your little present?”

She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

You can’t help but grin, utterly captivated by the depraved display you’ve witnessed.

“Enjoyed it? Darling, this has been the best birthday surprise I could have every asked for.”

You reach down, gently caressing her cum-stained cheek.

“You’ve been an absolute dream.”

Rosie leans into your touch, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

“I’m so glad you feel that way y/n.”

Her tongue darts out, licking a stray droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth.

With a coy smile, Rosie rises to her feet, her movements graceful despite her thoroughly used state. She saunted over to the couch, hips swaying with each step, before straddling your laps on the couch. Her lips brush against yours in a featherlight kiss, teasing and tantalizing.

“The night is still young, birthday boy.”

“And I’m not done with you just yet….”

( Happiest birthday to my dearest friend @s-shirooo, many many returns of the day bro, i'm really glad we both are friends. It's been 1 year since we both are friends and I'm thoroughly grateful 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾. I hope we continue to enjoy Lisa and Rosie together 🫶🏾. once again happy birthday. 🫶🏾)

[svtiddiess]

Nom Nom: The Gyutiddies

Synopsis: You beg your boyfriend, Seungcheol, to let you bite Mingyu's tiddies, and he allows it under one condition: he gets to fuck you while you do.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader x Mingyu

Genre: smut, series, established relationship

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: pet names (princess, baby, daddy), biting and marking of tiddies, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), threesome(?), creampie, dom!Cheol, sub!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is part of a mini-series so it's highly recommended that you read part 1 and part 2 before reading this!

Thank you so much @miabebe for beta reading and making me giggle with your comments!

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"Cheollie~," you whine for the hundredth time today, trailing him into the kitchen with a stomp of your foot and a childish pout. Seungcheol lets out a sigh, giving you a tired look.

"Princess, I said no," he says straight-faced.

You press up against his chest and look up at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

"Please?" You tilt your head for added effect.

"Princess, you are not biting Mingyu's chest," he huffs, rolling his eyes.

"Tiddies," you correct him with a pout. "And why not?" You whine, wrapping your arms around him.

"Because I’m your boyfriend? And I don't want you biting another man's tiddies?" He replies, raising an eyebrow as he pulls you close.

"But his tiddies look so big and biteable," you whine.

"I need to stop him from going to the gym every day," he grumbles.

"Don't you dare," you huff. "His tiddies are what I look forward to seeing most every day."

"And what about me?!" he scoffs, giving you an offended look.

"You're a very strong second."

He rolls his eyes and pushes his tongue against his cheek. You grin, knowing you're pushing his buttons.

"Daddy," you pout, fully aware of the effect that nickname has on him. "Please let me bite Mingyu’s tiddies."

He growls, grabbing your face and pulling you close.

"You wanna bite his tiddies, huh? Fine," he spits, "but on one condition."

"What is it?" you mumble through squished cheeks.

"I get to fuck you while you're biting his tiddies," he smirks.

Mingyu glances up at you and Seungcheol, shifting awkwardly on the bed.

"So, uh… how are we doing this?" he asks.

"Lie against the headboard," orders Seungcheol. Following his instructions, Mingyu sits up and rests his back against the headboard.

"Take off your shirt Gyu," Seungcheol grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"R-Right," mutters Mingyu, blush dusting his cheeks. He quickly discards his shirt and leans back against the board.

You practically drool at the sight of Mingyu’s exposed torso. His muscles are well-defined, every hour spent in the gym showing in his lean build. His abs are visible, and his chest—oh, his chest—looks so plump and inviting.

You turn towards Seungcheol, awaiting his orders.

"Go ahead princess, have fun," he smirks.

You squeal and place a kiss on Seungcheol's cheek before climbing on top of Mingyu, adjusting your dress (that Seungcheol made you wear to prevent Mingyu from seeing what's 'his' when he's fucking you), and resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

Mingyu shivers under you as you place soft kisses on his chest. You smirk against his skin before sinking your teeth in, eliciting a gasp from him.

"Fuck," he mutters, tensing beneath your touch.

You start placing love bites on his right pec whilst using your hand to squeeze his left. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

"Let her hear you, Gyu, my princess loves it when you moan in her ear," instructs Seungcheol.

At his words, Mingyu lets out a small whimper, pushing you to work harder. You start sucking his skin, blotches of red and purple appearing on his chest. Your hand drags down and pinches his left nipple, causing him to moan.

"Feels good, Gyu?" You look up at him and whisper.

"So good, baby," he gives you a lazy smile.

You grin at being called "baby", fully aware that Seungcheol would be ticked off by the nickname. You can’t see him, but you can definitely picture the frown on his face right now.

You go back to biting his chest, lips trailing down to his nipple and enveloping it, leading Mingyu to let out a string of curses.

"Mhm, just like that, baby," moans Mingyu when you start sucking on the bud. You could hear Seungcheol let out a growl behind you.

"Alright, time for me to get my end of the deal," grunts Seungcheol.

He lifts the ends of your dress just enough to expose your soaked panties to him.

"Dirty girl," he chuckles before placing two slaps on each of your thighs. You moan at the stinging sensation that prickles your skin.

"You're already dripping, princess," he hums as he rubs a finger over your clothed pussy, making you whimper.

"Daddy, please," you whine against Mingyu’s skin, hearing both him and Seungcheol chuckle.

"Such a needy princess," he grins as he slides your panties to the side and slowly inserts a finger into your needy hole. You moan, biting down harder on Mingyu’s chest, making him hiss in response.

You drag your tongue and teeth across Mingyu's chest, creating a slobbery mess all over him. Digging your nails into his shoulder, you let out a shaky whimper as Seungcheol inserts another finger and starts scissoring you, stretching you out for his cock.

Your lips trace over the base of Mingyu's neck, placing open-mouth kisses before sucking on the sensitive skin.

"Mhm, fuck baby," hums Mingyu as his hands sneak up to hold you by your waist.

"Don't fucking touch her," growls Seungcheol, making Mingyu chuckle.

"Someone’s gotta keep her steady," Mingyu says, flashing Seungcheol a smug grin.

Seungcheol grumbles as he unbuttons his pants and slips out his cock. He teasingly rubs his cock against your cunt, making you whine and buck your hips against him.

"If you stop marking him, I'll stop fucking you," he warns before slamming into you so hard that, if Mingyu weren’t holding you up, you’d have crashed right into him.

You scream out his name as he relentlessly thrusts into you, his pace animalistic. You rest your cheek against Mingyu, feeling your brain turn into mush.

"What did I say, princess?" he gruffs out and you moan and whimper against Mingyu's chest as you try your best to get back to your task of marking him.

You take one shaky bite after another as Seungcheol continues to pound into you. Mingyu tries to help by gently guiding your head, but you’re too far gone to think straight.

"I said fucking mark him, princess," growls out Seungcheol, grabbing your hips and thrusting in deeper. Your mouth goes agape and your eyes roll back when you feel his tip hit your cervix.

He lays a smack against your pussy, earning a choked sob from you. Waves of pleasure tingle through you, making your body go weak and jelly-like.

Your mouth latches onto Mingyu's nipple and starts sucking, making Mingyu moan. A particularly hard thrust made you bite down on his nipple harder than intended.

"Shit, fuck!" Mingyu cries out, eyes scrunching up. You hear Seungcheol let out a breathless chuckle behind you.

Tears run down your face as you try your best to continue marking Mingyu as Seungcheol relentlessly thrusts into you. Almost all of Mingyu’s chest is marked by now, a mess of tears, saliva, and bites.

"Daddy, I'm close," you whimper out, "please let me cum."

"Princess, wants to cum?" Seungcheol growls, sneaking his hand down to your clit and rubbing it in circles, "Go on then, cream all over my cock princess."

Your breath hitches, and you cum hard, making a mess all over Seungcheol's cock. You scratch your nails down Mingyu's chest, leaving angry red marks atop the love bites. Mingyu hisses and groans under you, taking pleasure in watching your face contort as you revel in the sensation.

Seungcheol cums after a few more thrusts, coating your insides with his seed. He lets out a groan as he pulls out and sees your mixed fluids leak out of your ruined hole. He gently fixes your panties, and you cringe at the feeling of it sticking to your skin.

He wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you off Mingyu and into his arms. Turning around, you press a kiss to his lips, smiling into it. He wipes away your tear-stained cheeks as he kisses you back.

"You okay, princess?" he murmurs against your lips. You nod and smile.

"Cheol, I’m hard," Mingyu whines, making you giggle as Seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"Go handle it in the guest bathroom," Seungcheol grumbles.

Mingyu pouts and heads off to deal with his "problem," muttering complaints under his breath as he goes.

You turn to Seungcheol with a playful grin.

"So… same time next week?" you tease.

"Don’t even think about it."

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