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✧Night Moths

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Summary: Arthur has a simple task to do, searching for any lead possible at the Mayor's party. Only problem? You also have a job of your own. Based on “The Gilded Cage” ✦ Warnings/tags: guns, strangers to…sinners?, SMUT 18+, reader is part of a St Denis gang, cover names used at first, smoking, Arthur is extremely horny and a little rough with you (you pushed his limits), cursing, outdoor sex, fingering, tits play, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v ✦ Words: 9,8k ✦ a/n: YES. I KNOW. This is super long. I have absolutely zero excuse. I feel like this is my best piece yet, but I'm so nervous about posting it! Once again, a big thank you to the incredible @zae-heeyyy, my jedi master, my confidence-booster and patience Queen, who beta-read this big baby and helped me so much with so many things, as always. (Go check her blog I'm begging you)

Glasses are twinkling and clinking all around you. Words are spoken, laughs are let out, champagne drank.

You're leaning against one of the stoned garden walls, fancy decor of the Mayor's house, the perfectly cut bushes looking just as fresh and neat as every guest at this party. You can hear the distinguished music coming from a quartet playing under a gazebo a few meters away from you, and smell the fresh air of the night blending with aromas of flowers, expensive alcohol, hint of vanilla and sweet scents hiding a stronger note of sweat and cologne. Around you, all the richest, wealthiest, and noteworthiest of people in St Denis. You can hear them talk; their conversation as dull and superficial as an empty chrysalid, an abandoned cocoon emptied from all substance, from all interest and life.

You hated those kinds of discussions. Hated those kinds of people, the ones that have the easiest and simplest life one could ever have; being fed, being cared for, even being told what to think and do. You almost envied them in a way, they didn't have to worry about a single thing apart from losing their power. It seemed comfortable somehow, worry-free. The exact opposite of what you had always known.

And yet, you had to bear with them. A very specific task had been assigned to you by your gang. A simple job, one you were often sent off to as you had grown by the years into a great thief and a terribly efficient shapeshifter; blending into any type of party, or gathering, always making a good impression, putting people at ease. You were now an expert at this little game, especially with rich men. They were all the same, always wanting more, demanding the same thing from you. You had learned how to play with their greediness and lust to turn it into your advantage, saloons becoming your jungle as you sneaked easily between your prey to rob them, a deadly and redoubtable leopard in a world of apes.

You needed to steal some important documents from the mayor's office. The main informer of your gang had specified it was a pretty strong lead, and that you could gain a lot from it; something to do with Leviticus Cornwall's dirty deeds with the mayor, a blackmail opportunity.

Your boss had decided to send you, knowing you would easily integrate the party, and even more easily steal the documents. So here you were, feline eyes looking all around you, scanning, observing, evaluating. You couldn't just come, steal the papers, and go; it would have been too suspicious. All the contrary, you needed to be seen and leave a good impression like you always did, maybe stay for a couple of hours, and then smoothly retrieve your goal before disappearing in the secrecy of the dark night. A flamboyant, harmless butterfly… on the surface.

You sighed, trying to pay attention to what was being said to you. Right in front of you, a middle-aged man was talking, explaining something about how he had acquired his incredible wealth. His speech was sadly boring, his eyes glum, his clothes basic, his face awfully bland.

The empty chrysalis in all its gloomy glory.

You forced yourself to nod and give the man a charming smile. This was your job. You had to at least do it properly. Why was tonight a lot harder than the others? Were you frightened to be right under the Mayor's nose, fooling him into his own home? Were you tired, or sick?

In a way, you were. Sick of this life, of this constant pretending, of being here listening to the literal hollow vessel bragging about himself, sick of needing to appear actually interested, charmed even.

Suddenly, the music coming from the quartet is too loud, sharp violin blending with his words, making you even less focused. You were here for too long already, you needed a break and to finish your mission.

You politely interrupted the stranger, placing a gentle hand on his forearm, a gesture that you had noticed was prompt to soften most men. Along with your most charming smile, you excused yourself from him and quickly walked to a less crowded area, praying that no one would interrupt you.

You made your way up to the exterior stairs of the luxurious mansion just before the patio door and windows, and stopped on top of them, placing your hands on the central low wall, between two Greek columns. Another fancy facade, the house itself was just an imitation from another culture. Did any of these fools have any personal identity at all?

From here, you had a good view of the whole party. Countless fake smiles, masks, a literal scene of a play that could have its place at the Théâtre Râleur. A play of pale phantom shells.

You reached for your purse, taking a cigarette out, mindlessly putting it between your lips. Maybe smoking would help. You searched for a match, silently cursing realizing you hadn't any left.

"Ya need some fire, Ma’am?"

A deep voice said behind you, making you turn, surprised. It was unusual for people to startle you, your ears had been trained to notice the faintest of footsteps in order to survive.

You got even more surprised considering who had talked. A man was standing before you. He was taller, and largely wider than you, his black suit struggling to contain what looked like a well-built body; which made you wonder how could he have been so quiet. His shoulders especially looked way broader than the men you had the habit of running into at those sorts of gatherings. A very classical white bow looked like it was strangling him. His black tailcoat and white jacket looked larger too, making you wonder how much did he had to pay for the tailor to sew them custom-made.

His hair had a soft indescribable color, somewhere between a light brown and a sandy blond. His face, the work of a brutal draftsman, rough edges and strong squared jaw gratified with some scars. One on his chin, another on his nose, nose that seemed broken now that you were thinking about it. It looked like the artist that had drawn this man had sharpened his pencils too much and traced lines in a hurry, piercing through the canvas, his features ending up rugged and scared, some trace of graphite shrapnel that would have damaged the portrait.

What disturbed you the most were his eyes. They looked out of place considering how robust his features were. One could have expected them to be dark, black even. But they were the exact opposite, their bright and soft indigo color leaving you disarmed, two sapphires locked on your own pupils.

He was handing you a match, and you slowly took it, your fingers slightly discovering how his palm felt under them. Firm, calloused. Another stone-like feature of him.

He looked like those Greek statues carved by artists. His beauty so singular and yet enticing. So different.

"Why, thank you, kind sir." You showed your gratitude to him with a grin, lighting the match by simply rubbing it against the cold stone of the fence, a little flame appearing instantly. You brought it to your mouth, the cigarette finally catching fire, and you breathed in.

"Ya don't smoke much?" He questioned, voice deep. You hadn't noticed how deep it was the first time, nor how pronounced his accent was, dragging and drawling every word, a slow melody of his own.

"Not too often, indeed." You informed him. It was the truth, you were basically just smoking during jobs to blend in more easily, most people doing it. It was an easy way to start a conversation with anyone. Just like he had done with you, you noted.

"Needed a break from high society?" He inquired, a sarcastic tone in his voice.

"I guess you could say that." You answered, exhaling a long drag of smoke.

You were now completely turned to face him, your cigarette making back and forth from your mouth to the air where you tossed the burned ashes with a little movement from your thumb to the cigarette’s end. Your motions were elegant, distinguished but looked natural. It caught his interest.

"What's your name, sir?" You spoke again, curious about this uncommon newcomer.

"Tacitus Kilgore. What is yours, Ma'am?" He asked you back before placing himself on your left, both of you leaning on the low fence of the patio.

You contained a chuckle. There was no way in the World this man was named like this. You knew something was odd about him. The scars, his knuckles redden and subtly wounded as if had fought recently. His strong stature, miles away from a lazy bourgeois being served, his wild hair longer than the actual trendy haircut, his stubble fitting more a countryman than an actual St Denis gentleman.

Years of playing with people and observing them had made your eyes alert and expert, and you could see when someone was pretending.

When someone was playing a role just like you were, not belonging into this World.

"Rose Schultz." Of course, it wasn't your real name either. You had to be a really poor thief to give him your actual one. He didn't react to it though, his face impassible just like the start of your whole conversation.

Apart from this vague feeling you had about him not being a rich gentleman, you found trouble in reading his emotions. His facial features were closed, impenetrable, mysterious. This also disturbed you as you had the habits of figuring men out right away; he on the other hand was a whole challenge by himself, his intentions hidden behind an emotionless face. This man probably was a champion at poker.

"Nice t' meet ya, Missus Schultz. Are you, erm, hidin' from someone here? Or jus' judgin' everyone from your perch?" He went on with a more amused voice.

"Just know that I'm not the type to hide from someone, Mister." You replied, a little grin curling up your lips.

"Yeah, you sure don't look like it..."

"You wanna know what I think you look like, Mister?"

"Go ahead."

"A wild horse who's trapped, and can't wait to be freed again."

Silence. His eyes stared deeply into yours, stabbing you in sharp blue flashes of Apatite, as keen as the blade of a knife. After just a few seconds, you finally see his mouth moving, his cold expression changing as a slight grin made his way between the stillness of his features.

"You sort of a witch or somethin' ?" He asked you, amused once again. His little smile is even more evident in his eyes, his lower eyelids crinkling slightly in amusement.

"Maybe." You answered cockily, feeling more at ease with him now that he was slightly more open.

Still, there was something that was making you feel weak in the knees; maybe it was his tall stature, his strong build, or the palpable tension you could feel beaming out from him, as if he was ready to jump on someone who would have crossed him at any second.

In a way, you liked it. It was almost exciting.

"I better not mess wi’chu then. Don't wanna end up cursed or somethin'." He joked, features relaxing, body leaning slightly more against the low wall in a more comfortable position.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare. You also look like the type of man you don't wanna mess with..."

"I'm surprised how well you already know me, darlin'." He admitted, internally enjoying your conversation more and more.

Your heart swelled at the surname. It felt so good in your ears, it sounded better than from any person who ever said it to you. You wanted to hear it again. You wanted to hear him say it just to you.

"I'm kinda talented at figuring people out." You simply replied, before taking another drag at your cigarette.

"I too. And I also think you're not here to jus' play nice with everyone and enjoy yourself." He suddenly confessed to you with a knowing gaze, eyebrows raising as if he was trying to make you understand something.

He knew too. You both knew you weren't from this world, like two predators from the same species, recognizing themselves, circling, judging, from one individual to another. Your breath stopped for a very short time, nobody could have noticed it, but somehow you were sure he did.

"Don't ya worry little "rose", I won't tell no one..."

You didn't miss how he was playing with your false name. On top of being astonishingly handsome, he had some spirit…

He's still looking intensely into your eyes. "In return, I expect you to do the same...", he added in a low voice, his tone firmer and even more resonant than earlier.

A threat. His presence only intimidates you, and it's working so well that you're almost sure he must be an expert in terrorizing too. He must be one hell of a weapon all by himself.

You slowly nodded your head, trying to swallow as naturally as possible to look unphased.

"Guess we have a deal here, "Tacitus"." You emphasized his name, making it clear you're more than doubtful about it being real too.

It made him laugh, and you almost lost it at the sound of it. It was as deep, raw, and genuine as his entire being seemed to be. You loved it. You loved it too much.

Exhaling some smoke, you noticed he had pulled out a cigarette too and had joined your smoking, holding it between his thumb and index finger. You had mixed feelings for this man. He was just as intimidating as he was enticing, and you let your curiosity win the best of you as you carried on your conversation with him.

"I hate it here." You suddenly confessed.

There was no point in playing anymore, and even if you didn’t really know why you had told him that, a part of you felt like maybe, just maybe, he could have understood you.

"Yeah, I get what ya mean. Sometimes I think that those people are jus'… reptiles in fancy clothin'."

You had seen right. Your chest felt light, as if he had lifted a weight in you with just those simple words.

"I just want to be anywhere else but here. Somewhere nicer, more authentic. Like in Big Valley..." You went on with your regrets.

"You too know about this place uh? Yeah, I can picture ya picking flowers in Lil’ Creek..."

This time it was your turn to chuckle, your laugh creating a little puff of smoke in the air. Was he being serious or just teasing you? You didn’t really care. Now, you felt like something special was linking you both as you knew exactly where this spot was, a happy memory brought back in your mind thanks to his words. The wild and fresh river, the meadows covered in thousands of violet flowers, the snowy mountains in the background.

Your cristal-clear laugh made him smile back at you.

"So... What does a woman like you is actually doing here, then?" He asked you, his eyes roaming all along your body while he did.

You were glad you had put on the prettiest dress you had, its dark burgundy color matching perfectly the tone of your skin, and its generous cleavage showing a delicious amount of your chest, underlined by a black translucent shawl covering your shoulders and twirling around your arms. You were offering a tempting sight for every man. You knew he had looked at it, his eyes lingering there had almost burned your skin, sent a warm feeling between your tights, and made your hand hold your cigarette tighter.

"You really thought it would be that easy, Mister?" You answered with another cheeky grin, looking at him with a sensual gaze, your words let out in a languorous whisper, knowing damn well he was trying to gain information, probably to probe if he could get something out of it for himself. "You really thought I would just confess everything to you about myself and what I'm doing here, just because you've got a firm tone and pretty face?"

He let out a dry single chuckle, his cigarette hanging in the air, smirking some more. This damn smirk, it was making you have more and more inappropriate thoughts about this man. The wildness, the dangerousness he was emitting should have made every girl flee, but you, all the contrary, were attracted by it like a moth to a flame.

Or maybe he was the Moth. Maybe he was the beautiful, singular, and ephemeral Moth in the world of chrysalides you were searching for all along.

"Oh trust me, I could make you spit out everythin' I want, Miss." He replied to your taunting words with the serious threatening tone he had used before. "Could make this pretty mouth behave..." He added, looking right into your soul, bending slightly towards you.

You felt like the tension was about to make your whole body burst. There was something between you two, you were sure he could feel it too. A sinuous, dark creature swimming and circling incessantly under the surface of a frozen lake; waiting, craving to be unleashed, to break the thin layer of ice that was keeping it caged.

He was inviting you to measure yourself to him. Bent towards you, wanting you to close the other half of the space between you both. A challenge, or a mark of respect, the case you didn’t want to venture into this territory.

But truth was, you wanted to. You wanted to break the ice yourself, you wanted to just kiss him, right here, right now.

Of course, it was a bad idea. And you were a professional, on a mission.

Instead, you put your hand on his bicep and brought your head inches away from his, not closing the space between your mouths. You’re accepting this silent fight, excited to show him what you’re capable of. You’re enveloped by his strong scent; your lips so close to his. You can see by his widening smirk how delighted he is you didn’t change your mind nor lost your guts. Responding to your bold move, he slowly snaked an arm around your waist. His hand landed on your lower back, just on the verge of being offensive.

Both of you stayed like this for a moment, your breath mixing, merging in a dangerous and exciting cocktail, but neither of you actually crossing the limit.

He could sense just how close he was to though, his muscles were tensed under your fingers, his forehead almost resting on yours with a light frown on it. You could see in his impassive handsome face a whole new emotion.

Pure, raw lust.

"You're such a temptatious, thorny rose..." He mumbled in a hot whisper against your lips, the warmth between your legs now burning like a wildfire. Your pussy was aching for him, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

You felt his body twitching as he was going to finally do it, finally break the ice of the frozen lake, finally let his impulses and needs break free, his unholy, deep, atrociously torturous desires-

"Ah, Arthur !" A relieved voice interrupted both of you and he immediately let go of you, his head snapping to look at the man who had talked, eyes widening.

A tall gentleman with a perfectly cut mustache as black as his long curly hair and hat was looking at your companion with a contained, amused smile.

"Will you excuse us, Miss?" He said unctuously to you, his voice polite and charming.

It was more of a statement than a question. He quickly took one of your hands and put a polite kiss on it before bending slightly towards you, as a gentleman would, and looked at your opponent with an insistent gaze.

Arthur was fulminating. He wasn't actually showing it, his face had come back to its usual cold, emotionless expression. But you could feel from where you were the unbearable tension and frustration that was dripping from his body language, almost as a halo of warmth you could physically touch with your hands. He took a last look at you, eyes expressing a mix of regret and bitterness.

"Goodnight, Miss." He coldly greeted you, walking next to you to follow his friend and go down the stairs, his shoulder brushing against yours while doing it.

"Goodnight, Arthur..." You answered him emphasizing his name once again, making it really clear that you remembered it was not the one he had given you and that you were pretty proud you had seen right. A playful, teasing grin on your face, you look one last time at him before he vanished in the ocean of guests.

Your Butterfly had disappeared just as quickly as he had materialized; leaving you alone with the empty cocoons once more. It was more than time for you to do your job and get out of here. Your cigarette finished, now feeling cold between your fingers, you tossed it away and headed into the mansion, feeling just as frustrated as so-called Arthur.

Arthur was pissed. He had never felt so frustrated in ages, and it was making his thoughts even less easy to discipline. His cigarette was on the verge of being smoked all at once from how intense he was getting and how heavy his breath had turned, the end of it constantly burning in a red shining little point as he was walking.

This whole year he had felt like he didn't have any control over anything anymore and he hated it.

He was already feeling embittered in his everyday life, Dutch listening less and less to his opinion, Micah sneaking around him more and more, Mary coming back to him just to ask him to help her goddamn father who had always treated him like shit.

On top of that, Dutch had made him look like an idiot using his actual name in front of you, making him wonder what was even the whole point of having a cover if he wasn't capable of sticking to it; which he had bitterly pointed out to him, but his superior had shrugged it off, seemingly happy to be here amongst the important people, looking as careless as ever.

Yes, Arthur was feeling frustrated, frustrated and tired of this. Tonight, instead of giving of himself, he wanted to take, for once. He needed to, even. He was about to before being interrupted, and this thought was gnawing at him from the inside.

He was barely paying attention to what Dutch was saying to him and the others once Hosea and Bill had joined them. All he could see was your insanely beautiful face, your inviting lips, the perfect outline of your breasts from your cleavage, like engraved into his pupils.

The way you were talking, charming and teasing, the way you were smoking, all of this dreadfully turning him on during all your conversation. He had made an enormous amount of effort in order not to just kiss you.

He had joked about you being a witch, but it was the only explanation: you had bewitched him, threw your darkest, most sinful curse on him. Never in his life he had felt so attracted to someone after having talked with them for only such a short amount of time. What an insane fool he was.

On top of it, he was raging about the fact he probably wouldn't have the occasion to see you ever again. He had understood you clearly weren't just another rich man's wife, and he was certain you had given him a false name. His cock was throbbing terribly hurtfully in his pants, making his jaw clench, his brows frowning even more than usual. It was begging to be buried in you, between your legs, in your mouth, or your hands, even your breasts or your ass, anything but the cold feeling of nothingness he was feeling right now around it.

The sudden explosive sound and colorful lighting of fireworks had pulled him out of his blasphemous thoughts.

He understood Dutch was ordering him something about following one of the Mayor's domestic, and gladly obliged, relieved to have another thing to focus on. Something about Cornwall sending an important letter to Lemieux, which he had to steal. Nothing difficult, he had done those sorts of things countless times.

Nothing new.

Nothing puzzling, like you had been.

As he followed the man, eyes locked on his white suit from afar, he quickly took a glance at the patio to see if you were still there. You weren't. His dick ached as he let out a deep exhale. Damn it.

Arthur rapidly found himself inside the Mayor's house. His servant had entered what looked like an office. He waited a few seconds after the room had felt silent, behind the corner of the walls, just to be sure, and entered it.

The room was indeed an office, a little desk with an armchair on his left, bookcases covering every wall, simply illuminated by a flickering orange lamp. Everything looked normal, except for the dark figure of a person in the middle of the place.

You.

He recognized your sensual dress immediately and witnessed you shoving some papers in what looked like a leathered little pocket held around your right thigh by leathered straps, just like a holster would be. His mind raced, a million reflections flying under his eyes.

You were some sort of professional thief. And he didn’t have to be a genius to understand you had just taken the precise thing he was there for.

"That's why you were here, lil' rose?!" He asked you almost in disbelief, closing the door behind him.

You looked at him with a bold grin, looking almost amused by the situation. He, on the other hand, felt nothing but amusement. Anger, to have been fooled so easily, and that you had got ahead of him, losing the quiet game that had been played out between you. Envy, as you were now possessing two things he wanted to take away from you. Arousal, as his eyes were glued to the thigh that was now visible to his greedy eyes as you had pulled up your dress to put the sheets in your hidden pocket. Need, as his member felt hard again just by the sight of you doing it.

"Yeah, and you can only dream for me to give them to you if those papers were your target too, Arthur."

Damn, that teasing, cheeky mouth of yours. His fantasies came back in full force, and his gaze darkened. As temptatious as you were, he needed those documents. And he would do anything he had to to have them back.

"Give ‘em to me." He lowly ordered you, voice so severe you could have melted right into the carpeted floor of this damn office. But you didn't.

"Hell no."

"Give ‘em t’me, woman. I won't ask nicely a third time."

"If you want them, you'll have to catch me, pretty boy."

Lord, why was everyone so prompt to call him this way lately? He almost grunted at the way you had said it, and he would have lied if this time he didn't like it when it fell from your lips. He wanted to reply with something witty and even more threatening, but in a flash, you had opened the window, and easily jumped outside.

This Goddamn woman. What was she exactly? Some sort of feline? Yeah, probably a panther, agile, impressive, dangerous like one.

He instantly ran after you, jumping through the window too, landing in a loud thud. He quickly spotted your dress running away, escaping by the entry’s portal, then in the nearest street, disappearing behind St Denis's myriad of flashing lights.

How could he had missed it? His mind was filled with images of it.

He had the common decency of grabbing back his gun from the butler at the party's entry, making him almost fall on the ground as he hadn't slowed but had grabbed them while running, the poor man wondering what the Hell made both of these people in such a hurry.

He was now flying at full speed around the luxurious streets, following the faint glimpse of your dress's color at the corner of every turn. He felt like he could follow your scent like a hunting dog, your sweet and peachy perfume confirming him you had passed there before.

He had enough, feeling his restrain and manners crackling more and more into little pieces. You were making him feel like a damn animal, reducing his whole being to primal needs and functions. He should have been disgusted with himself for that. But all he could do right now was thinking about the damn documents hidden against your damn alluring thigh.

"Stop now, you Goddamn... Evil woman!" He tried to call you out, but you just wouldn't stop. He started firing at you, getting angrier and more fed up by the second, a bullet exploding a piece of the bricked wall right next to your head, some splinters cutting slightly the top of your ear.

You bent over to dodge his bullets one more time and you heard him cursing again loudly behind you. On top of being big, strong and clever, he was fast. In a quick movement of your feet, shaking them, you removed your shoes, unable to run at your fastest speed with heels. You continued your frenzied course, way more at ease.

Arthur rushed in where you were just mere seconds after you, noticing the shoes abandoned on the floor. What the Hell was even this woman, he asked himself for the second time this evening. Some sort of temptatious, dark retelling of Cinderella?

He almost made himself laugh at the thought, understanding your move because his own polished shoes were frankly a pain to run with, making him slip with every shift as if he was walking on soap and regret his good old boots, before acknowledging he had lost your trace.

Shit!

He looked all around him, his eyes scanning every inch, his breath rapid and sharp, his forehead and neck a pool of sweat. No signs of you, unless...

Something fell right on his face, but gently, as a caress from a fresh breeze. Your perfume filled up his nostrils and lungs and it made his heart race. He took it in his hands, the sensations pleasant under his fingerprints.

It was your black shawl.

Tilting his head up, he found you.

You were making your way up to the roof of the town by climbing on a thin ladder.

Arthur exhaled deeply through his nose like a buffalo. He was used to this kind of high-speed chase, but this was a whole new thing, which made him regret his lasso too, his hand searching for it on his belt out of habit but closing on nothing.

Damned party, damned suit, damned you.

He climbed after you, refusing to give up, enraged like a wild beast.

He would catch you, dead or alive.

In a way, this was making him even more aroused than any work-girl show he had ever seen.

"I'm going to kill ya, that's a promise!"

You could hear just how furious his voice was now, and you were starting to pray you would flee successfully from him, cause you knew he would eat you alive if he could get his hands on you.

Arriving on top of the building, you caught your breath for a microsecond, before searching for a way out, gaze frantic, heart beating out of your chest. You were considering climbing to another roof, but the deep, breathless sounds of your pursuer prevented you from doing more thinking.

Arthur had reached the top of the roof too, and was already aiming his gun at you. This time he didn't even bother to say anything, shooting at you again while getting up. He was so seething

you wouldn’t have been surprised to see saliva bubbling from his mouth.

By divine intervention, you dodged again, and without any thinking, you ran all the way to the edge of the roof, and jumped.

You stayed in the air for a few seconds.

You felt like time had stopped, the air brushing against your skin, your heart hanging somewhere between the sky and the total void.

You landed on a fancy and illuminated balcony a few meters away. You hurt your feet and legs with the shock, but smiled proudly to yourself. You were out of reach, he was way bigger and way heavier than you, there was no way he coul-

A gigantic mass fell on you, as Arthur had proved you wrong and jumped from the roof you had just left and was crashing directly into you.

Both of you fell on the ground and struggled for a few seconds; you tried to resist him but it was a fight already lost, this literal force of nature easily handling you like he wanted.

You ended up lying on your back, Arthur sitting on you, towering over you with all his might, quickly grabbing your wrists to prevent you from fighting, his legs parted around your hips stopping you from escaping. You were trapped.

"You're a pain in the ass girl, you know that?!" He shouted at you, breathless, raging mad. You were both panting, sweating heavily. His face was entirely red, and your cheeks even more crimson.

You both looked at each other, eyes locked, and you stayed silent. The dark creature prowling under the thin floe had returned and it was getting bigger, stronger, out of control with each passing second. There was something extremely erotic in the way he was almost lying on top of you, both of you out of breath, sweaty, and burning red, both your hearts beating at full speed in the same erratic rhythm.

Just like before at the reception, you knew he could feel it too. You knew it from the dark gaze he was looking at you with, the shady swirls of the murky leviathan reflecting in the depths of his pupils, from the deepest well of his urges, forbidden territory to which no man ever had access.

A simple touch of his hand, that's all it took.

He put both of your hands into a single one of his, using his other one to pull up your dress, fingers roaming on your thigh.

You couldn't hold it anymore, you bent toward him and slammed your lips against his in the most powerful and decadent kiss you had ever shared with someone, almost biting him.

The moment you did, Arthur's mind exploded, and every poor drop of restrain he had evaporated as quickly as if it was on the Sun's surface. The beast had won, finally shattering the weak layer of ice into a million pieces; your two souls blending in what could have felt like a fevered dream.

The grunt he let out onto your kiss was animalistic, and the tension in his body just as powerful as a waterfall with a brutal, unstoppable current. The hand that was holding your wrist let go of it and slipped under your head, fingers in your hair, as his tongue licked against your lips, searching for a way in. You let him in, eagerly, wondering if he would have forced the way if you didn’t.

He tasted strong, as if to match his whole being, a powerful flavor of tobacco, merged with a faint trace of sweetness and bitterness from the champagne he had drank. Like if you were smoking the finest and strongest of cigars. It made you love it even more.

Abandoning all your restraints too, your hands wrapped around his neck and your hips started pushing up against his, even if you couldn't move much, his two muscular thighs keeping you grounded to the balcony's paved floor. It felt so cold against your back, contrasting with the heat Arthur was burning with, consuming, devastating, raging.

He growled again when he felt your movement under him. He needed more of you, right now. This whole seduction game, the adrenaline rose by the chase, your bold charming attitude, your insanely insolent beauty, it was making him insane. He roughly ripped off his bowtie with one hand, needing some air; it felt like you two were under the desert’s scorching sun, stifling, dazing.

The right hand he had on your thigh traveled even higher under your dress, devouring every inch of flesh it could, and his appetite was only getting worse the more he discovered you. He smoothly moved his legs from around yours to put himself between them, and you instantly, almost from instinct, hooked them around his hips.

The sudden contact of your blazing core against his equally hot bulge made you sigh in pleasure, and he loved it. Breaking your kiss for the first time since you had initiated it, he pulled back to look at you, his deep gaze devouring you, undressing you just by its stare.

“What’s your real name?” He asked you, voice hoarser than ever, demanding it from you.

You told him your name, limbs feeling like mush under his intense eyes. He repeated it quietly, like a prayer he would recite on his own. You felt less and less like the panther you thought you were, and more and more like he was the predator alone. In a shaking tone, you questioned back to know his full, real name, needing to know what words you’d have to whisper in gratitude when he would finally take what he wanted from you. To whisper, or shout to the Heavens.

“Arthur Morgan.” He let out, his lips quickly returning to their current addiction, your skin. The way they were attacking your neck didn’t have an ounce of control now, his mouth opening widely to almost take a whole bite of your flesh there, letting kisses everywhere it could.

“Tell me if you don’t want this.” He added against your skin, between two greedy open-mouth kisses.

A way to escape. The predator stilling, letting a way out. But you didn't wanted it. Not at all. Not now that he had surrendered to you, trusting you with the intimacy of his real name, that would be stuck in your mind for God knows how long.

“I want it.” You asserted, voice almost cracking with the weight of your need.

He moaned a relieved sound in answer, his nose exhaling some air that tickled your neck.

You weren’t even sure he could stop himself if you had said no. He was consuming you, and he felt completely drunk, as if you were coated with a powerful whiskey. Strong alcohol that his tongue was now licking all the way from your shoulder, up to your ear.

You moaned, the feeling of his hungriness so good and perfect on you.

"Gonna take care of ya now." He growled in a rumbling whisper, making your legs feel weak. Another one of his promises, but this one was going to give you salvation, and you were thanking him for keeping it.

The bold hand he had under your dress took another step towards insanity by landing on your undergarments, his thick fingers searching for a way in. You were trembling with anticipation. You couldn't even register the fact that you were really doing this, right now, with a complete stranger you had met only a few hours ago, and who wanted to kill you minutes before, on the balcony of what looked like a habited place.

The obscenity, the depravation, the boldness of it was only matched by his relentless thirst for you.

His fingers had finally pulled your underwear to the side, and you sighed seeing him on top of you, eyes drawn to your bare pussy, carnal features empathized by the obscurity of the night. The tip of his fingers traveled amongst your folds, wolves into the forest, a territory they were now claiming as theirs.

You almost begged for him, for the wolves to eat you up all and let nothing behind them, please Arthur, and he offered you this damnation, the desperate call of his name igniting another fire in his already infernal mind. A single, calloused finger pushed into your folds, making you spread your legs even more to grant it better access. It was stretching you pleasantly, his skin rough and firm inside. You started letting out sweet, quiet moans, showing him just how much you were enjoying this.

Your two hands now gripping his back, holding on for something, anything, his dark jacket suddenly feeling way too smooth to grab onto; you were wondering how touching his naked back could feel.

Arthur was doing everything in his power not to burst once more, grunting in response to your loving sound. Slowly, he pushed another one, thriving in how wet and hot your cunt felt around his fingers, craving for the moment he would finally be able to feel this downright perfection around his cock. He felt like he was ruining you, throwing you to these wolves, and you were thanking him for it.

For now, he focused on you, blue eyes glued on your face when he started curling his digits inside of you, searching for this so special, so delightful spot within your walls. He was observant, noticing every sound you were making, every muscle tensing, to know if it was the place you liked that he was brushing right now. Wanting it to be the place you liked most.

By adding his thumb on your clit and pushing a little deeper his index and middle finger in your desperate pussy, he realized he finally had found the Graill as your back arched against the ground, your own hands gripping harder on him, eyes shutting in pure pleasure.

"Oh, God! Yes, right there..." You rewarded him, voice high-pitched and filled with delight, a tingling sensation spreading on your legs and shoulders.

He exhaled deeply, your words making his own member gorging, pressing against the fabric of his suit that felt too small to contain him. He started pushing in and out, pulling a whine out of your throat with every movement, as the thick tip of his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot every time, wolves once again in a world of sweetness and honey, lapping your delight, feasting on your pleasure.

“Told ya I would make this pretty mouth behave…” He said cockily after one of your moans. He was enjoying this all too much, finally feeling in control again, being the one and only responsible for your ecstasy.

The distance between his mouth and you seemed to be unacceptable for him as he had succumbed once more to his needs, his lips finding your skin again, tongue tasting, teasing your chest this time, everywhere he could on the cleavage he had desired since the first time he had laid eyes on you tonight. Bent over to you, looking like a curved beast feasting on its prey.

You were feeling your pleasure building, Arthur’s face hungrily searching for one of your nipples under the neckline of your dress, and sucking it once he had finally found it. His teeth and nose had pulled your dress, freeing your entire left breast, bare, defenseless in front of him.

Maybe he was the wolf himself. He sure looked like it, his face a maw fed by your soft flesh.

Every nerve of your pussy screamed for deliverance, this familiar sensation taking form in your lower stomach. Your moans were becoming even more high-pitched, breathless, almost obscene, much to the outlaw's delight.

You had thought of him before being a terribly efficient and multi-functional weapon. You couldn’t have known just how right you had been, your hardening nipple still chewed by his mouth while his right hand was sending you to your edge, thumb skillfully circling on your clit faster and faster, the two other fingers tearing apart your sweet spot, in and out, in and out, again and again, until…

“A-Arthur, don’t stop, please!” Your voice slit the night open, tone pleading as if you were begging for your life.

“I won’t girl, it’s all okay… Give it t’me…” He encouraged you, even his breath feeling rough against the skin of your chest before he sucked hard on the skin of one of your breasts, accompanying you to your salvation.

It was enough to send you over your limit, your pussy clenching, throbbing, entirely consumed. You moaned so loudly it could have turned into a scream, hips jerking against his palm, his other hand quickly grabbing your hip to steady you and carry you through it as his fingers were dragging every last drop of your pleasure out of you.

“Yeahhh, that’s it gorgeous, just like that…”

He was frowning, the sinful sensations of your wet cunt coating his fingers in a warm slick and tensing around them making his eyebrow and jaw just as tensed, his face just a hint of how fucking riled up he was because of it.

Your head was still spinning and your breath uneven when he finally pulled his digits out of your walls, the fresh air replacing them. Lost in your haze, you weren't capable of doing anything else but looking at him through lidded, heavy eyes.

He was absolutely beautiful, even more than at the start of the night. His true nature out at last, his white fancy shirt disheveled now that he had removed his bowtie and soaked from efforts. Cheeks and throat as red as a sanguine sunset. Pearls of sweat sparkling on his burning skin with the Ocean of street lights of St Denis, reminding you of a night sky, making his sandy hair stick to his forehead in the hottest way possible.

You didn't knew how could all this had escalated so quickly, but at that moment, you felt like this man before you was your whole universe, his deep ultramarine eyes completing the stellar work of art he was, shining, shimmering, more than any star in the sky, as if the Gods had capture the entire Milky Way and imprisoned it in his being.

Arthur had ultimately pulled his cock out of his black suit pants, only piece of flesh out of his clothes, and your thoughts were immediately contradicted; there was no way any virtuous God could have made a man so depraved. He was the work of the Other Side, Lust and Temptation personified. King of the wolves, he could have had all the Hounds of Hell kneeling before him.

He pumped himself a few times, unable to resist the call his member had been screaming for hours, reinforced by the way his fingers had tasted your wet cavern. Some precum had already leaked from his big pinkish head when he was fingering you and was now glistening in the night, making you think about the stars again. Your breath got caught at this sight and you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a praise.

"Perfect..." You simply stated in a whisper, eyes glued to his throbbing, veiny member, relieved he had already pulled an orgasm out of you because there was no way he could have fit in you otherwise. Your eyes followed the dark path of his hair, from the glimpse you had on his chest between the open collar of his shirt, all the way down to his pelvis and at the base of his shaft.

You could only imagine what it looked like without any clothes on, and you were dying to know.

"Trust me, you're the perfect one, darlin'." He asserted, firm tone leaving little to contradiction.

He positioned himself in front of your entrance.

You weren't even completely back from the world your first relief had brought you to, and he was already at your door again. But this time, Arthur couldn’t stop himself.

He had given once again, just like always. Now he wanted to take. He needed to take. The starving, depraved wolf. Slowly pushing, teasing himself, making his cock’s head sink into your dripping territory, creating wet and soggy sounds, a hardened spear into honey.

He couldn't hold back a baritone moan, the feeling was even better than what he remembered. He hadn't taken the time or allowed himself to lay with a woman in ages, and God, what a return to this primal bliss.

He slowly moved some more, his hands spreading your legs a bit wider from around his waist to allow him to penetrate you more easily. Once you had entirely enveloped him, his tip deep inside, he let out another deep throaty grunt, the feeling making it hard for him to keep his thoughts clear.

"Ahh... Shit, darlin’... So tight…"

Considering how his length was stretching you, you bet he felt your pussy tight. The first word that came into your mind was “complete”. So complete with his huge cock inside of you; you felt like you could have died happily like this. One of your hands slipped from the top of his back to the lower part of it, just above his ass, pressing there, showing him just how much you wanted him to move, to let go.

Arthur didn't need much more as he pulled back slowly only to snap his hips back against yours, his cock pushing again all the way through your cunt in one hard single time, giving you another wave of pleasure as you both moaned together, unable to resist the intense sensation he was creating for both of you.

Hearing you whine, finally feeling your perfectly tight and warm pussy around him, it was making him lose all sense of restraint, and as your other hand ran through his hair, your angelic voice whispering his name as if he was your Lord and savior, he lost it.

He started to pull in and out of you faster, harder, your bodies colliding in a delicious way, obscene noises echoing through the silence of the darkness. His increase in pace made your body scream in pleasure and you buried your face into the crook of his neck under the collar of his shirt, biting his skin there.

It made him grunt loudly, and one of his hands roamed from your hips to your rear, grabbing a fistful of your ass in an instinctive response. His other hand was on the ground next to you, keeping him from crushing you against it. It made your head blank with pleasure.

"Shit, Arthur! M-more!" You begged, feeling like you could die if he stopped, your voice turning into high squeals.

"Anhh- God... More? Don’t worry girl, I'll g-give you more...-Mmh!"

His voice was heavy with pleasure, words cut off by moans and grunts you were delighted to hear, the most unholy and arousing music you had ever had the honor to listen to.

True to his words, he obliged, hips thrusting endlessly, member empaling you with each move. You could feel the flesh of his pelvis against yours with how deep he dived into you, and around it the stiffness of his suit, rubbing again the breast he had pulled out of your dress before, nipple sensitive after his previous treatment.

If what was between you was once a frozen lake, it had now turned into an Ocean of lava, magma exploding, engulfing both of you in the most burning and devastating passion you'd ever experienced, a volcanic explosion of desires.

The hand he had on your asscheek reluctantly let go of it, but you ended up thanking him for it, cause he was now using it to put your left leg above his shoulder, grabbing under your knee, allowing him to fuck you in an even better angle than before. He was ruining you once again, but this time felt like the pack of starving enraged wolves had taken him with you to consume him entirely.

You leaned against the floor, back of your head feeling the paved coldness, only hint that everything was actually real. Arthur's eyes locked with yours as he kept on fucking you hard and fast, this intimate contact making his member twitch.

You felt so goddamn good around him, and looked so goddamn gorgeous like this, your cheeky grin long gone, replaced by a delightful frown of pleasure, mouth open in a quiet scream. Arthur felt his peak coming dangerously close, but his pace hadn't slowed, his fat cock thrusting in and out of you. In and out, like a furious, sacred metronome. In an out, like a blessed psalm you'd both be reciting together.

“Come on girl, I know you have another, -Damn it!-, another one in ya. Give it to me, come on, jus’ for me…”

Words and voice drowned in a flood of pleasure and curses, of deep grunts and growls, his possessiveness sending you over the edge once again, your inside closing its trap around him, squeezing just how he needed to.

His eyes shut close, eyebrows furrowing in utter pleasure as he sank so hard and deeply you could have felt him splitting your guts in half, his dick throbbing and harder than ever. It reached a spot so deep and good inside of you, burning it, your pleasure bursting as you felt your orgasm coming for the second time.

"A-Arthur!" You cried out as you came around him, creaming him, walls clenching in a delicious sensation that made him reach the stars.

"God, damn it!" He shouted, voice deeper and rougher on the curse word before quickly removing himself from you in a flash of lucidity, finishing messily, cum spilling from his red sensitive member in white spurts that ended up right on your belly as a feral, powerful growl escaped his chest and his head tilted backward, letting you see his throat covered in sweat and veins.

For a moment, both of you had turned into beasts, shattered all the limits, broke all the shackles, diminishing you into your more primitive instincts. The Wolves of Lust had devoured your being into the very last delicious bone.

And that’s how you felt. Boneless.

Now, stillness. A cold breeze enveloped the pair of you, the only sounds now being the distant agitation of the city and your pantless breaths. He slowly brought his chin back down and opened his eyes, mesmerized by the sight of you returning from the realm of pure pleasure he had provided for you for the second time.

He felt powerful. He felt good. Better than he had for months, finally satisfied. Like a God, a King. King of all the Wolves, Cerberus, the only guardian of your unholy realm.

He wanted to do this again with you, as soon as possible.

He carefully put his softening dick back in its clothed cage, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants as he felt completely spent, his hands shaking slightly. He wanted to help you get cleaned up, but you had already brushed what you could of his release off your dress.

It would probably leave stains on your clothing nevertheless.

A twisted, dark part of him, the part that came from the same pit as the dark creature and the Wolves, felt almost aroused and proud at the thought you would keep an imprint of him on it. This part was relishing noticing the big ruby mark it had left on your breast as you were putting it back under your neckline; he grinned to himself knowing it would make your memories of him more difficult to forget.

He didn't want you to forget.

He slowly got up, offering you his hand to help you stand. You quickly put back your dress in its usual state, and wiped the sweat off your forehead. A silence settled between you two, thousands of questions floating in the air, but none of you ready to ask them out loud yet.

Finally, as you started shivering, only realizing now how cold this night was without Arthur's burning hot body on top of you, he spoke, voice even hoarser from having pushed on it too much, accent making every world sound heavy when they fell from his mouth.

"When can I see you again?" More than a demand, a promise. An order even. Cerberus needs his territory.

You already knew he kept them; his promises. Except for the one he had made to kill you. But in a way, he did, because you felt like you wouldn’t be able to ever feel so alive again without him.

Like a condemnation.

"You won't."

Certainty in your voice. But he didn't mind it. He had already broken you before.

"Oh, but I think I will, darlin'." Was all he said before stepping over the fence of the balcony, ready to jump off it. Before doing it, he pulled something out of his jacket and waved it at you.

The fucking papers.

A lightning of understanding and panic struck you; what you had thought was a lustful touch on your thigh, the one that had set everything on fire between the both of you, that had unleashed the Wolves, was in reality his sneaky hand retrieving the document from your hidden pocket.

Shit!

He gave you his cocky grin, blue gaze sparkling with mischief, greeting you with a two finger’s salute then jumped, disappearing in the night, away from you once again. You could have gone after him, as much as your weak and spent body would have allowed you to, but somehow, after all that he had done to you tonight, you felt like he had well deserved those damned letters.

tagging: @a-court-of-valkyries credits: Arthur's pic is not mine, belongs to fv8tt on Pinterest. Dividers and little moths doodle by me.

I reall hope you liked this one! I'm thinking about writing another part where the reader could confront Arthur again... Tell me if you'd like that! -Pine 🌱

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rroseselavyyy · 4 months

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then, could i request: Yoongi and yn go to the beach, she's wearing a small bikini, Yoongi can't resist her tits and starts touching them (in front of all the people there). pinching nipples, sucking, fondling...untill the both of them are so horny that they just fuck right there in front of everyone? if its way too kinky I could tone it down a bit? haha

honeysuckle - myg

pairing: yoongi x female reader

warnings: smut, breast play, exhibitionism, unprotected s*x

a/n: here is your request dear anon :) I hope you like it! 🩷🥹

His eyes lingered on your bikini top as he tried to hide his fascination with your barely covered tits. You were reading a fashion magazine under your sunglasses as he applied sunscreen to your legs, his fingers inadvertently digging into the flesh of your thighs. There were drops of water from your wet hair dripping down onto your breasts and Yoongi wanted to look away but the sight was too captivating.

Yoongi knew it was impossible for him not to give in to his animal nature when you asked him to put sunscreen on your breasts.

His hands felt gentle on your skin, massaging your breasts with great care until you let out a trembling whimper. As his touches grew bolder, his eyes found yours as if to ask your permission.

Yoongi realized you were as eager as he was by the way you tugged at his hair, eyes closed and panting heavily. He made you lie on your back while he crawled on top of you. Soft kisses on your nipples became much more aggressive as if he was sucking the milk from them. The thought of it alone sent blood rushing to his cock as the mental images of you feeding his baby with your beautiful tits flashed through his mind.

You bit your lower lip to muffle your moans as his wet kisses traced a path between your collarbones to your jawline. His hands found their way to the swell of your breasts, squeezing them shamelessly.

"Baby, do you feel it?" Yoongi brought your hand to his growing bulge as if you two were in your own bedroom and not on a beach where anyone could walk in on you. "I'm so horny for you."

You were not like this at the beginning of your relationship with Yoongi, on the contrary, you would freak out the moment he laid his hands on you in public. But you seemed far from feeling ashamed when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making your body tremble in the summer breeze.

Your mother was right in everything she told you about him. He had been a bad influence on you.

"Don't you think it's hot?" You looked at him under your lashes, your mind too dizzy to make out any of his words as his fingers skilfully toyed with the hem of your bikini bottoms. As he smiled confidently over your lips, the sight of his wet hair and sunkissed cheeks made your pussy ache with desire. "I mean, the risk of getting caught?"

You almost cried as he pulled the bottom of your bikini aside and teased you with his middle and index fingers. "It's okay beautiful, I've got you." Your sand covered legs brushed against his in a delicious way as he pushed his wet shorts down far enough to get his dick out. "Let me take care of you."

Yoongi planted wet kisses on your cheek as he slid the head of his cock into your pussy, which was already soaking wet with the evidence of how much you wanted him. It didn't seem like getting caught by someone was on your plate, considering he was ready to explode when he felt your heavenly walls fluttering around him.

You kissed each other to muffle the sound of your moans. Even though you were making love in a public place, keeping the sounds of the declaration of your love to yourselves was your way of maintaining a kind of privacy.

His hips picked up a pace that made you see stars. As your body spasmed with an intense orgasm, your legs were wrapped around his waist as if you didn't want to let him go. Soon his cum filled you to the brim and then you felt the familiar sensation of his embrace, his arms wrapped around your form in a way that made you feel at home.

"You're a freak of nature, you know that right?" You played with the hair at the back of his neck as you teased him with a weary smile on your lips. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you recovered from your orgasm, his chest heaving from your earlier activity. "And you love me for that."

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myouicieloz · 10 months

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What Friends do

Kim Minjeong x 5thmember!reader

Synopsis: winter finds out that you and giselle have been fucking. as you grow tired of her subtle glares and questions, you ask her if she wants to try it, too. She’s hesitant about it, at first, but soon confesses that she’d love to try being edged in public, and naturally, you’re more than happy to help her with that.

Warnings: sub!winter x dom!reader. public edging + cumming. vibrators. lots of plot w a little bit of smut, I guess :) I hope this is ok ˆˆ I tried my best.

Word count: 5k

Notes: I j kept writing and suddely it was 5k long lol. honestly, I think +3k words (personally speaking) might be too much… the words start to lose their meanings and my writing kind of slacks off, yk? So it’ll try to tone it down, for any future works. that’s my opinion, tbh. what do you think?

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

“Are you and Aeri unnie a thing?” Winter asks, ever so casually. Her eyes are still glued on her phone; playing sudoku, most likely.

Her words make you choke on your milkshake, coughing violently. “What? No. of course not,” You add, curiously, “What makes you think that?”

“She checks you out all the time.” Your bandmate shrugs, tone indifferent as if she were talking about the weather. “And it’s not like you’re exactly subtle, either. You’d think her face is in her tits, with how much you ogle them.”

You frown, playing with your drink’s straw. Your encounters with Aeri were happening with some sort of frequency now, although it was rather natural— you were both needy and the sex was good and easy, so it was truly a win-win situation. However, you’ve never stopped to think about the way you acted in public. Now that you did, you could observe the truth behind Winter’s comments: you’d gotten closer to her over the past few weeks. Giselle wasn’t a naturally over affective person, but she’d often be found tugging your shirt or brushing your hips, dragging you to be closer to her whenever you wandered too far.

You gulp, reminding yourself to talk to her about it, later.

“…because if you are, then it’s ok, too.” You’ve missed most of Winter’s discourse, lost in thoughts, one she’s deeply immersed into. The older girl’s voice hushes in a low, hesitant tone, the usual confidence she’d try so hard to bring on stage all gone now. “I just wish any of you told us. I-I thought we were friends! I tell you everything. It’s not fair.”

Winter’s short, auburn hair moves with the wind’s breeze, enticing her delicate appearance. She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes once she realizes you were too distracted to pay attention to her words and give her a proper answer.

She already knows about it, somehow. And she’s hurt you haven’t told her. You realize. She’s a smart, attentive girl, of course; probably figured it out all by herself.

“Sorry, I dozed out.” You shrug as she remains silent, not backing down from getting her answer—yet not amused, either. It wasn’t uncommon for you to unintentionally drift apart during a conversation, with your unnies having to explain stuff to you two, sometimes three times, before you finally managed to maintain your focus for long enough to understand. “Ok, ok. We might’ve fucked a few times…”

Minjeong smirks; she loves to be right about things. Clapping her hands, she lets out little giggles, “I knew it! Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n? We’re literally best friends!”

She was right; Winter was the one you were closest with, out of all the girls, even though none of you knew exactly why. Your personalities were rather different. However, you’d often be found talking for hours and hours over the craziest topics with insane enthusiasm. You tell her everything, and she was great at giving you advice and putting you back to your senses. She never complained, not even when your banter was too frequent or too whiny for the other members to endure.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, sincerely. You really should’ve told her: it was nothing serious, and there was no reason in hiding it. “It just didn’t even go through my mind. It was so natural how it happened the first time—and the others… I didn’t think it would even matter.” You poke her nose, noticing the way Winter’s pout turns into a small smile. You knew she wasn’t truly upset— she simply just longs to be a part of your life. “What do you want to know, though? C’mon, I’ll tell you everything.”

Your suggestive tone is the reason Winter’s face turns as red as a tomato, sipping on her Coke Zero avidly to avoid your suggestive answer.

She does smack you when your loud laugh starts attracting them attention, though.

“Aeri is going out.” Winter announces, taking your AirPods off without your consent, so you’d fully focus on her.

You glance at Aeri, who’s caught up rearranging a bunch of stuff in one of her small Prada purses. Your bandmate is wearing a beautiful leopard dress with scandalous black heels, pin-straight hair falling neatly to her waist and red tint kissing her lips. She looks flawless, much different from you— too cozy in your big pajamas and disheveled hair.

“I have eyes, you know.” You mumble, but smile at the sight of the Uchinaga, dropping your nintendo on the couch and whistling to get her attention. “You look so hot, Aeri unnie! Have fun!” Aeri smiles and gives you and Winter a kiss before running towards the door.

“I will, thanks Y/nn-ie! Don’t wait up for me!” She screams as she locks the door, leaving the room silent. The only apparent tension is Winter, who stares at you with narrowed eyes.

“What is wrong with you, unnie?” You scoff, annoyed as you return to your game. Mario’s red cap and silhouette can be seen through the screen in your hands, and Winter shifts on the couch, hugging her knees as she keeps on staring at you.

“Aeri is going out. Somi-sunbaenim will be there, too.” She repeats herself, making you even more confused. Seeing your frown and how her words weren’t enough to have you interested in paying her attention, Winter grabs the device, shutting it down.

“Hey! What the fuck?” You try to take it from her hands, only for her to tighten her grip.

The auburn haired girl has, unlike you, a significant amount of strength.

“Yn, focus! Aeri is going out and Somi will be there!” Her voice is outraged, not able to understand how you were so chill about this.

“So?” You are still frowning as you try to get your nintendo back, clearly not bothered. “Somi’s fucking hot, Winter. I hope Aeri fucks her. Again, I mean. You know…”

Winter’s mouth opens to a big O, surprised by your answer. You take advantage of that moment to grab your nintendo back, although she’d managed to get your sole focus. You cock your head to the sides, engines running with the earn of being able to understand what went through her mind.

“Aren’t you jealous? Or insecure?” Winter asks, frowning.

“What? No. Why would I be?” seeing her equally confused expression, you sigh, sitting properly. “Winter, we fuck, that’s literally it. Aeri and I are friends, and will only be friends. It’s just sex, really.”

It was clear that the older girl still didn’t understand your dynamics, but she bit her tongue, not wanting to be a bitch about it.

“Ok.” She nodded, messing her hair, “I just don’t really get it, I think.”

“There’s no jealousy between us, Minjeongie.” You tell her, hoping to clarify things. “Because there’s not a relationship, get it? And there won’t be one. We are friends, and bandmates, and we like to have fun, sometimes. Nothing else.”

She stands up, still looking at you as if you were an alien.

“Ok.” Your bandmate sighs, clearly disapproving your whole dynamics. “I’ll go to my room.”

“Huh, ok.”

You stare at Winter’s back while she leaves the living room, without waiting for an answer.

The two of you are splashed on your bedroom’s massive rug when she mentions it again.

“So… it all started with that?” Winter asks, looking at the vibrator displayed on your desk. You grit your teeth, realizing you’d simply thrown it in the first place you saw, after cleaning it. You had found the toy when doing your laundry, and decided it wouldn’t hurt to keep it extra clean, even if it had been ages since you’ve last used it.

After the day Giselle went to the party, you started noticing how curious Winter had gotten about your relationship— or lack thereof. She’d send you subtle glances whenever the five of you were hanging out, and her questions were soon becoming more and more obvious. It was fairly noticeable, how intrigued and interested the whole thing had gotten her.

With that, Winter started seeking for details of how you and Giselle fucked for the first time, which led you to the current situation: the green vibrator displayed in your hands, teasing your friend as you playfully jiggle it onto her face. You try to hand it to her so she’ll touch it, but she retreats instead, face all red from embarrassment.

“Pretty much, yeah.” You smirk, eyeing her just as curiously, “Why are you suddenly so interested, though? Would you like to try it?”

“What, no! Ew.” Her eyes go wide at your suggestion, and Winter shakes her head vigorously. You laugh at how she looks like she’s about to combust; she’s always been so composed, and so… chaste, whenever one of you mentioned anything about sex. It’s endearing, even.

You had thought, initially, that she was simply a private person— which was more than ok, of course. However, her current reactions led you to wonder if her reactions weren’t from lack of experience, too.

“Ok, then.” You tuck your vibrator back in the drawers and brush the subject off, immediately sensing how her muscles relax, and her face changes into a mix of easy features. The last thing you’d want is to make her uncomfortable, so the change is much appreciated.

You do notice how Winter keeps biting her lip, though. And the way her eyes flicker to your drawers, before focusing back on your face. You bite your cheek, too, to prevent a big smile from covering your face. She’ll come around, just like you did. Patience was a virtue, and you would happily wait for your friend to grow confident enough to come out of her shell and take whatever she wanted to.

“I changed my mind.” Winter announces, staring down at you with assertiveness. You snort, pouting.

“Yeah, that’s too bad. You gave me that fucking top, there’s no way you’re getting it back.”

“No.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed. “I mean, about that other thing.”

The five of you have just finished performing at Music Bank, and you’re currently trying very hard to sit still, so the makeup artist can work on getting all the foundation out of your face. As a result, you’re unable to turn and take a proper look at your bandmate, whose voice is so quiet you barely hear her correctly.

“You mean dinner? Because we still have to cook, even though it sucks, I know. It’s our day, there’s no escape.” You frown. Winter rubs her arms nervously, eyes staring everywhere but at your face.

“No!” She’s exasperated, and impatient to know you’re not playing with her: you simply don’t understand what she’s implying. Which means she’ll have to be direct about it, nearly begging. And that’s the last thing Winter wants to do. “I want to… try what you’ve suggested, the other day. With the, ahn sex thing.”

You try your best to not make your eyes grow wide, swallowing deep to keep focus. “Ok. Do you want to do it when we get back home?”

Winter hesitates. Her hands trace patterns on the beige vanity, “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to do it at home, either.” She seems to ponder, before adding. “But I do want to do it. Badly”.

“Ok.” You nod, smiling at her to make sure she’s comfortable and completely reassured. “We can just go with it whenever you’re comfortable, then. There’s no need to hurry.”

Winter smiles back at you, before being dragged by Ningning to film that new tiktok challenge the maknae’s been so eager to shoot. You don’t mind, though. In, fact, you thrive on watching them being the silliest, carefree versions of themselves they can, while on camera. It pleases you to know they can show such part of themselves to your fans without being scrutinized or criticized.

The five of you are at the mall, enjoying your day off together as if you’ve never been separated in your entire lives. You’re laying in one of the waiting room’s cushions, waiting for Karina and Ningning to be done with trying on the whole store’s winter collection. Giselle’s hands are full, too, and her critical eyes examine every piece before choosing for herself. Her expressive faces leave you curious, eager to you know what thoughts go through her mind. In fact, you get so invested in trying to guess the girl’s internal monologue, you barely notice Winter’s frame standing beside you.

You haven’t touched her at all, not ever since she’s confessed to you about her urges. You know Winter must be fuming, whimpering with need and the desire to be relived, or simply touched, in any ways you’d like. Your intention was to leave the idea of being pleasured linger on your bandmate’s mind. The flashes going through her brain for weeks until she was nothing but pliable and ready for your commands, searching restlessly for an orgasm that she’d have to work really hard for.

It was the sweetest part, out of all of it. Being able to see Winter jump slightly whenever your fingers brush her skin, like a lost, fragile bunny. You adore it.

“Y/n.” She whines, and you can hear the neediness in her voice, no matter how much she tries to hide it. “I don’t want to wait, anymore. I want it now.”

You roll her eyes at her demands, even though you’ve already decided you’ve had enough playing, too.

“I do have something for you, Winter.” You tell her, reaching your arms out. Once she gets to you, you kiss her hands, ever so gently. “Something to make you feel better. To kill the urges that have been going on your body for weeks, now. Would you like it?”

Her voice falters. “I thought you had forgotten about t-that.”

“Oh, I could never.” You think your smirk will surpass your face, with how much you’re smiling. Ever since she’d pleaded for you to touch her, your mind has been plagued by the numerous ways you’d take her, ruining her pretty little body until she was passed out, drunk on her orgasms. “Shall we, then?”

Truth be told, the anticipation you’ve built was starting to get to you as much as it riled Winter up.

She was confused to be guided to the restroom stalls rather to the car. Were you not taking her home? How else would you get a taste of her, like you promised, then?

Her thoughts, however, dissipated once you started to unbutton her jeans, letting the loose piece fall through her knees.

“W-What are you doing?” She paled, trying to reach for them back. Her back hit the wall, and she was once again reminded of how petite she truly was, cornered by your frame. She tried her best to nudge you, hoping to get you off her. Your feet, however, were stamped onto the ground, and the grip you had on her hips was a tad too strong. She gulped, realizing you’ve allowed her to overpower you every time you played games or competed for something. “Someone might c-come in, Y/n. Please…”

It aroused you to have her begging so quickly. You’d barely touched her, yet there she was: with her mouth half open and her fingers poking, scratching your neck. You smiled.

“They can.” You confirmed, seeing her gulp. “We better not take long, then. Right? We wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this. You look so pretty, though. I wish you could see yourself, right now.”

Your words were nothing but true. She looks so adorable, it leaves you aching. Your hands twitch, tense with how much you’ve envisioned groping her tiny body and sticking your fingers up in her cunt until she was screaming loud enough for everyone in that store to know what you were up to.

You’d wait for her to come around and be confident, though, just like Giselle did to you. Besides, the anticipation was part of the fun.

She hums, already feeling herself become lightheaded by your praises. Soon enough, Winter finds herself getting distracted by your sweetness, and it’s not long until she’s completely relaxed under you. In fact, she’s so engrossed by your frame, she barely registers your hand. It trails lower, and your fingers brush her clit through her small panties.

Winter drops her head, even though she’s no longer worried, and looks up to meet your eyes.

“I did say you were going to get what you’ve been asking for, didn’t I, dearest?” You explain, focused on her big orbs. Winter’s eyes observe your every move, attentive. “And you’ve been doing so good with the shows and rehearsals… You deserve a treat, naturally.”

You allow your hand to cub her sex, slowly caressing it as you feel her shiver under you. With gentle manners, you insert two of your fingers into her cunt, smirking to find her already dripping wet. She moans so loud you start placing small, wet kisses down her neck, to gather her focus back to you and not to the deep, unhurried pleasure your fingers provide her, now pulling in an out in a slow rhythm.

Taking all of her in, you add, “Do you like this, Minjeongie? The thrill of knowing someone might walk in and know how dirty you are, spreading yourself for me with such ease?” You smirk, not resisting on rubbing her clit for a few seconds, before your fingers find the place they were meant to wander for so long. “God, your cute little cunt is so wet already.”

You let out a little laugh, reminding of yourself of your intentions as you retrieve your fingers from her pussy, making her lick them clean. She does so, like a good, obedient girl.

“You always excel in everything, unnie. Such a good job you’re doing.” You praise the girl locked in your arms, immediately shutting down her needy whines and complaints.

“Please don’t stop…” Whatever words Winter’s had in mind die the moment she spots a small toy in your hands. You flicker it between your fingers, allowing her to process what you intended to do. “It this—“

“What you’ve told me about? Yes, it is.” You smile, making a show of sucking and getting the vibrator wet for her yourself. This time, it’s her turn to have a darkened gaze, one filled with hunger. Her attention is all on you: on your next movements, on your body. You adore it. “I even got it in purple, just like you had told me. It’s so pretty, Winter. A pretty little toy for a pretty girl, begging to be ruined.” You murmur, getting to your knees and facing her pussy. Your gaze never leaves hers, careful to not miss a single breath of hers.

Winter is truly a sight, and you want to make sure you’d remember all of her sensitive, fast responses.

In fact, you were actually very surprised when Winter went to your room in the middle of the night, confessing about her few, failed sexual experiences and what she’d like to try, someday. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sex with your bandmates, although Winter never spoke about herself to you— at least, not directly. However, the two of you were already used to talking about numerous topics, and the conversation went by easily enough. You were pretty surprised to hear her confess, with a quiet tone, about how much the thought of herself being tossed around like a doll aroused her. How she sometimes fantasized about doing things in public, yet hidden enough so people wouldn’t be completely sure about her actions. It pleased her, knowing she’d be clouding their minds, leaving them wondering without a proper answer. Though they’d have their doubts, no one would have a clue about it: that was what aroused her the most.

Of course, you were more than eager to make her wishes come true, and the current time seemed like the perfect one to do just that.

Winter’s pretty cunt’s all on display for you, and you can’t help but to get a taste of her. So, of course, you do so: parting her folds, you give her clit a brief, sloppy kiss. You feel your friend’s delicate fingers forging a firm hold onto your hair, and Winter tries her best to not make any noises. It’s the same as nothing, though.

She is, just as you had imagined it, too sensitive.

“No! Y/n, don’t tease…” She huffs, frustrated. As the toy slips inside, she can’t help but to let out a high-pitched scream—one that’s muffled by her own hands, who run towards her mouth in hopes to keep herself quiet. Her shoulders shake due to her laughs, then, as she fails terribly.

Seeing her so carefree is more than enough to have you giggling, too. You mess her hair, pinching her cheeks.

“Behave, ok? If you’re good enough ‘till the end of the day, I might reward you when we get home.” You promise Winter as you get up, zipping her pants back to place adn kissing her cheek.

The look she gives you assures you she’ll be anything but.

“Are you okay, Minjeongie? Your face is all flushed.” Karina asks the red-haired girl, as the oldest sits beside you at the restaurant.

The three of you nod, and Ningning is quick to put her palm over Winter’s forehead.

“You’re hot, too. And all sweaty. Were you this sick earlier in the afternoon?” She asks, with a worried tone. Winter takes a sip of her water, hoping to collect herself before answering her bandmates, but nearly drowns herself in it once you increase the intensity of the vibrations. They echo into her cunt, making it impossible for her to answer anything straight.

She was so stupid, thinking it was an easy task: walk around with the girls as they tried some clothes on, then attend dinner, and soon to go back to their dorms, where she’d get her reward for being a good girl and finally get properly fucked, like she had silently begged you for so long. No, she was a smart, attentive girl. How could she not have predicted that stupid toy would send such hums deep into her walls? It was difficult to stay still, and nearly impossible to focus or to keep her mouth shut. In fact, she feared deeply she’d just end up moaning loudly if she even tried to speak anything.

Luckily for her, you decide to give her a few moments of peace. As soon as the settings were back to its lowest, she takes another long gulp, with deep breaths, too.

“I’m all good, really. Just tired from walking around so much.” It’s all she manages to say, avoiding Ningning’s lingering touches.

“We should get you to the doctor, perhaps.” Giselle suggests. Her eyes, however, are not focused on Winter. Her attention is all on you, instead. Her gaze is so strong you turn your head away, looking everywhere but to your best friend.

“No! No, there’s no need for that.” Winter gesticulates, nodding and moving her upper body as much as she’s able to without getting the toy to budge. She tries her best to prove to her friends she was indeed ok. “Really, I’m sure it’ll pass once the food c-comes fuck.” Winter stands up abruptly, leaning on her arms to lift herself up as her legs felt like pure jelly. “Nervermind. I j-just have to use the restroom real quick. If you’ll excuse me.”

So, Winter leaves, without waiting for an answer. Almost instantly, you get up too, setting your napkin aside in a calming motion.

“I’ll go help her, girls. Don’t worry.” They all nod, their features completely diverting from one another; while Karina is frowning, Ning keeps alternating her looks into you and the hallway Winter has just disappeared into, torn between letting you handle the situation or stepping up and helping her unnie herself, and Giselle… Giselle has a blank expression, the engines running inside her mind.

Her long nails tap the wooden table in a steady rhythm, staring at your back as you leave them be, walking into the restroom to meet your bandmate. You make sure to lock the door once you get inside, too.

The room is exquisite, a perfect portrait of the whole establishment; embroiled with white and red, the adornments are carefully thought to have the room give off a harmonious, eloquent vibe. You don’t pay much attention to it, though. Instead, your gaze is focused on the girl in front of you, the one who’s gripping the sink with too much strength.

“Are you unwell, unnie? How can I help you?” You ask her, playfully.

Winter stares at you thought the mirror, as you approach her. Her teeth are clenched, her clothes are nibbled and her looks hold fire in them. You’re certain she could kill someone with such thing as a stare if she wanted to.

She opens her mouth, ready to throw a world of curses at you, but stops herself once you motion to your phone, now placing her vibrator at a particularly high setting.

“I’d keep some of those pretty thoughts of yours inside your head, if you’d like to cum just now.”

She’s smart, insufferably so, and you get the proof of it as soon as your words leave your mouth. Quickly, Winter’s defiant stare is gone, and she’s all pliable in your embrace, instead. She’s a whiny little mess, rubbing her teeth on your neck, licking and sucking it just slightly— though not enough to bruise.

“Let me cum, Y/n? Please? I really think I might explode.” She pleads, looking at you with her best puppy eyes. “I need it s-so bad, I swear I’ll fucking do anything, ‘promise.”

You smile at her change of attitude, nodding as you take the vibrator out of her cunt in one, swift motion, replacing it with your fingers. Your thumb works on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure on it. Finally, you allow her to get the relief she so desperately wants.

“You can cum now, darling. Do it, then.”

The permission is all Winter needs to explode, her body throbbing as she feels so full of pleasure, with fireworks dangling from her skin into every possible part of her body. It’s so good, and she feels so complete it becomes difficult to breathe— the overwhelming sensations enough to make her shiver. She bites on your neck, then; just a single one, to keep her from screaming like she wanted to. You hold her through her orgasm, your strong arms helping to ride her through it as you whisper sweet praises in her ear. You’re proud of Winter.

You lose count of how many minutes you wait, making sure her breaths are even and stable to release her from your hold.

“You did excellent, holding up the whole time. Didn’t even let a single whimper out, in front of the girls. You took it so good, Winter…. Truly perfect.” You smirk, giving Winter’s tiny waist a reassuring squeeze. She hides her face in embarrassment, humming curses at you, but you can tell she’s delighted, too.

Grabbing her by the hips, you gently put her up on the marble. It’s an easy task, with her being so small, but the way your palms nearly circle her entire waist is enough for her face to get all flustered, once again.

Your low tone soothes Winter, who leans her head back as she feels your soft hands between her thighs, cleaning you up with paper the best you can, careful to not touch her most sensitive areas. The ghost of your fingers are enough to make her twitch, though, as much as she tries not to. Her responsiveness lets a laugh out of you, and you kiss the insides of her thighs, looking up at Winter with a reassuring smile.

“Stop saying it like that.” She murmurs, biting her bruised lip. Her hands run through her hair, just for the sake of having something to occupy herself with.

You smirk, throwing the paper away as you turn, taking a proper look at the beautiful, messy state she is. Still knelt between her thighs, you massage her thighs, palming them in big, circling motions.

“Like what?” You smirk, feigning innocence. Winter slaps you, playfully, and you shake your head, helping her to get down.

“Let’s go. The girls must be worried.” She says, trying to guide you out.

You stop her, gently grabbing her by the elbows.

“Are you really ok, though?” You ask, scanning her. “It’s ok if you still want some more time to gather yourself before going out, again. I can totally come up with something to fool them, or I don’t know—.”

Winter shakes her head, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She’s shy, suddenly, as she answers, “I’m completely fine, I swear! Actually, I liked it a l-lot.”

You sigh, relieved. “Ok, ok. But if you feel otherwise, tell me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Your bandmate assures you, reaching out for the door. Before you leave, she calls for you quietly, “Y/n?”

You hum, staring at her still-flustered face.

“Thank you, you know. For… all of that.” Winter says, giving vou a faint smile.

“Don’t stress about it, unnie.” You smile back, nudging her. “It’s what friends do, right?”

Winter laughs, not believing your words.

“Sure. That’s what friends do.”

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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How would Belo react if his lady was... Well, very comfortable around him? She'll walk around the house wearing nothing but a skimpy robe/shirt that's barely covering her up, slump against Belo when she's bored or tired and smush his face against her tits and sometimes just... Get dressed/undressed right in front of him.

He probably gets like, 5 boners a day.

This is very good.

This is great even! You trust him. You realize that Belo is nothing if not your most loyal and competent protector, that you can and should trust him with everything because he only wants the best for you at all times. Even the most intimate of matters can be safely confided in him, because he worships you, and therefore those are sacred matters that no one should come between.

Belo's so happy.

But Lords have mercy, this is far from good for his self-control.

The first time you undressed in front of Belo, he stuttered like an incoherent baby, eyes spazzing everywhere, and wings flapping. He exited the room immediately.

The second time, he only turned around, marveling at the fact that you were allowing him to be in the same room, and listening to the sound of your clothes falling like it was the most erotic thing.

The third time, he just stared silently, probably boring holes into your figure. Once Belo feels his dick prod at his outfit he decides that, maybe, he really should turn around for these moments.

He can't find the words to convey how much it means to him that you feel safe walking around him barely covered, that you'd be in your most vulnerable state in front of Belo in the blink of an eye. Though part of him always sort of wonders if you do this because you think Belo is incapable of being lustful- Which, really, is a far too pure and flattering image of him.

Nevertheless, the power is happy to entertain that innocent vision of him you have if it means he gets to see your bare, ethereal form again and again. And getting a couple of hugs wherein, in your effort to feel his soft fur, you end up pressing your assets against him in that wonderful way...

Indeed, there's been a couple of suspicious moments where Belo clearly searched for excuses to leave the room, but it's better than just admitting he's perverted and thinks of his beautiful Lady in disgusting ways.

Belo tries to be very quiet when he tends to himself, fast and furiously strokes as he chokes back noises that sound too much like your name and curves forward as he cums, oftentimes making a mess he has to race against the clock to clean.

One time, he got to help you undress when you put on something particularly tight, and Belo honestly thought he was going to die when you moaned in relief afterwards.

#Belo oc

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cumikering · 10 months

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Alex Keller x reader 3

1.9k | fluff but kinda pervy

How you met Alex

Can be a one-shot, but here's part 1 and part 4

More for @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller challenge even though it's over (I'm sorry I love him too much)

Alex smiled politely at the elderly gentleman beside him who was a few decibels away from yelling – his determination to make small talk over the thumping music was admirable. The reception was great, but frankly it was getting late and he’d grown exhausted of socialising.

He hopped off the stool and leaned back onto the bar. He had a clear view of the dance floor where the bride danced with her friends. Sure, she was beautiful in her grand dress, but his eyes on her barely lasted a few seconds before following her gaze. The group had their attention on the lady in red.

He took another sip of his champagne. Your knee-length dress hugged your lovely hips, every sway gave him a peek of how blessed you were. The dress wasn’t low cut, but he could tell if you bent over just a little, your tits would threaten to spill over. Oblivious to his existence, your hips dragged on as if teasing. You sang along to the tune with your friends, your smile bright.

How didn’t I notice her before?

The flute froze against his lip. He couldn’t help imagining his large hands running down your smooth thighs, gripping them. He thought of grabbing you by your waist to feel every curve of yours against him, and how your ass would slap against his hips as he held on hard onto yours.

“Are you staring at my wife?” The groom chuckled, elbowing his ribs.

“No,” Alex coughed out. He turned towards the bar, suddenly aware of his lack of manners and the uninvited pulse in his pants. The flute clanked with the haste force of him putting it down.

“Who is it then?”

“Who’s in the red dress?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Liam faced the group again. “Oh, that’s Em’s cousin. They’re close, really cool girl. Want me to introduce you?”

“You’re just going to embarrass me,” he dismissed, downing the rest of his drink.

“I won’t. It’s fitting, just the best man getting introduced to the bride’s circle.” He gestured to his tailored suit. “Also, you don’t dress this well every day.”

“Oh God,” he groaned, rubbing his face.

He draped an arm around his shoulder. “Come on. You’ll be fine.” When he didn’t budge, Liam prodded again. “What if I tell Em to get her alone? Then you can work your own magic.”

A rejection would be humiliating, but how could he resist you?

He huffed out a ‘fine’ and watched Liam strut to the dancefloor. Right before he got to his bride, he looked back with a mischievous grin - the same one he’d been giving since they were preteens.

That’s when Alex knew he was going get played, yet it was too late to do anything about it. Defeated, he watched as Emily lit up at whatever bullshit Liam told. She pulled you in by the waist to whisper in your ear – something he also wanted to do. You chuckled before looking straight at him.

It caught him off guard that he could only give you a crooked smile. He straightened up as you walked over.

Now, Alex was a fairly confident person. He knew he wasn’t bad looking, had experience. This time though, he felt completely out of game. He didn’t know what to do as your eyes locked, but abiding to his instinct to look away wasn’t going to work in his favour. He braved himself to maintain the eye contact.

Your gaze wasn’t smug nor suggestive, yet you felt unapologetic, a touch intimidating, that it excited him. Your smile grew wider when you got to him.

“Hi, I hope Emily didn’t say anything embarrassing about me.”

“I don’t think so. She said you wanted to dance, but too shy to ask, that’s all.”

“Good.” He smiled. “I’m Alex, Liam’s friend.”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you. Still want to dance?”

He offered you an arm before walking back to the dancefloor. Like proud parents, Emily and Liam gave him thumbs up, and he hoped you didn’t see. Fortunately, a slower electronic song played, far more fitting to dance with you to. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he could smell your fading perfume.

You swayed – a talent of yours he’d observed, his tentative hands rested on your waist. He groaned internally at how perfect he fit there, like how he had so rudely fantasised moments ago.

“I like your tie.” You ran your finger over the knot of his blood red tie.

Bet it looks better on your wrists. It even goes with your dress. “Thank you.”

You looked so much prettier up close, your eyes bright and welcoming.

“How did you like the party?”

“Could have been better. I was eyeing you the whole time, but you never came to talk to me.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding. I enjoyed it, good food, good music. But if I’m honest, I was too busy catching up with the cousins.”

“I suppose that explains why I don’t think I even saw you before just now.”

“We don’t get to see each other often, so it’s always nice to finally have everyone together.”

“I would have loved to have seen you sooner.”

“But you didn’t even make the move,” you teased.

“That’s not entirely true. I was assisted.” He let out a laugh. “In my defence, I don’t know how to approach you without being weird. I can’t just walk up and dance with you - it’s not a club. And if you think I’m a creep, you’ll definitely tell Emily, who’ll tell Liam, and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Ok, that’s fair.” You smiled. “It does sound like something I’d do.”

“You don’t mind making the first move?”

“I don’t. I get what I want.”

“Am I something that you want?”

“Maybe.”

He swiftly pulled you up against him, earning him a soft gasp. “Did Emily tell you how good I think you look?” he said into your ear.

“Oh yeah, she did,” you answered, amusement in your voice. “In fact, that’s all she said, but I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He buried his face in your hair, chuckling. Liam got him after all. “Of course.”

“I think you’re really handsome in your suit.”

He pulled away, eyes softening as he looked at you, his thumbs rubbing your waist. “And you already know how very beautiful I find you.”

“I don’t. Tell me,” you dared, a glint in your eye.

“Maybe you’ll know if you lean in long enough.”

You laughed, giving him a playful smack. “Oh, you’re naughty.”

He grabbed your hand and held it against his chest. “I love how upfront you are. It's so refreshing to be reciprocated, like you're not playing the game alone.”

“I don’t play games. If I like you, you’ll know.”

“Can we start over? Let me make it up to you. I'll make the move this time.” He spun you around by the waist.

You chuckled, nodding at the rest of the girls a few feet away and carried on dancing.

He enjoyed the view for a few moments, watching you sway again before tapping your shoulder. You turned, your hair brushing against him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb. I’m Alex. I was at the bar, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are.” He knew the whole thing was downright cheesy, but he couldn’t get enough of your smile. “Would you like to dance with me?”

You chuckled, arms wrapping around his neck again.

“I hope your friends don’t mind me stealing you. I can tell you’re the favourite of the group, can’t help wanting to join in on the fun too.” This time, his hands gripped your waist with confidence.

“They’ll manage.”

“This dress is fantastic on you. You’re gorgeous.”

Your finger traced the outline of his lapel.

He might as well use his license to flirt to shamelessly declare his attraction. “What are you doing tomorrow? Can I see you again?”

“Okay, you can stop pretending, Alex.”

“I’m not. I do want to see you again, if you want to.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked up to him. “Well, I can’t tomorrow. We’re having a family day.”

It occurred to him there might not even be another chance. “We can meet next weekend, if you live around here?”

“I’d like that.”

He let out a tiny sigh of relief. “What’s your ideal date?”

“Will it be a date?”

“I want it to be. Do you?”

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Then it’d be our first. So tell me, what’s your ideal date?”

“I like movies, but probably not best for a first date. I’d rather get to know my date, so somewhere chill with good food would be great.” You looked up at him. “But I’m open to trying out new things. You got anything in mind?”

Alex slid down a little further. His thumbs grazed along the faintest dips where the band of your underwear dug on your hips. “Have you been to a shooting range?”

You shook your head.

“Interested at all? I’ll teach you the basics, maybe even impress you.”

“Not bad. You’re actually really smooth,” you teased.

“I want to woo you, and you let me. I want you to want me too.” After a beat he added, “Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? It’s only fun if you like it too.”

“I like it,” you reassured with a smile. “I should to head back though.” You stepped back, removing your arms from him.

“Do you need a ride?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” How convenient, a flawless excuse to be with you a little longer.

He didn’t realise it was the two of you left on the dancefloor as the group had moved to the bar. The chatter stalled as you approached. You bade your goodbyes, and when Alex announced he was driving you home, Liam gave him a knowing look and a firm pat on the back. Again, he hoped you didn’t see that.

You took his arm and on your way out, he took a stalk of pink rose from the doorway arrangement.

“For the pretty lady,” he said, presenting it to you. “Hope Emily doesn’t mind.”

“I won’t tell.” You smiled, the sweetest that evening. “Thank you.”

The streets were sparse and he was tempted to pretend to get lost to spend more time with you, but alas his body betrayed him.

At your door, he yawned. “I think I’m 30 minutes away from falling asleep.”

“Oh dear, that’s not good. Go now.” You nudged him.

“But I need your number first.” He took his phone out. “How soon can I text you?” he said when you gave it back to him.

“When you get home safe.” You gave his forearm a squeeze. “Thanks for the ride. I had so much fun, but you should go, really.”

Alex drove home with a smile, mind already wandering to seeing you again. You were too pleasing to the eyes. He sent you a quick text when he arrived and got ready for bed as fast as he could. Despite how tired his body was, his mind was too excited for rest to grace.

He didn’t like feeling like a pervert, but yes, he mentally undressed you and found your imagined-form absolutely beautiful. He owed himself the continuation of his lewd fantasy which was so rudely interrupted earlier. With you and your sweet smile in mind, his hand inched to his waistband.

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stevenbasic · 8 months

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Growing into the Job, Post 374: Marisela's Project

“Hi sweetie..!” came the voice of Melissa Monroe, currently the Office Manager of what was Far Horizons Medical Associates. She had stepped back into the office just a few minutes ago after a long day of testing at Evolution Pharmaceuticals, where everyone seemed to have their panties in a bunch after seeing what she could do. Evening was dropping earlier these days, and the light coming in thru the windows of the staff offices was already red with the oncoming sunset.

“Hey,” replied Marisela Vazquez, as she turned around in her desk chair to face her supervisor...

She’d been working on, simultaneously, tracking the city police department’s investigations, a predictive model of product assimilation, and this weird little animation. She was happy for the break.

“Whatcha doin’?” came Melissa next, with a friendly smile and earnest interest. She was so happy she had girls like Marisela, Lakshmi, like Randi and Aubrey. They took care of the office when she had to be away.

“Working on this algorithm for the study and, uh, this…” Marisela answered, pushing her chair out of the way just enough so Melissa could see her screen.

With a few mouse clicks the animation sprung to life, filling a good part of her monitor’s 27-inch screen…

The rough, hand-drawn skit looped and looped, several times.

“Oooh! Cool!” Melissa sang, laughing as she watched the pencil-sketch woman outgrow the pencil-sketch man, over and over. Like it was doing to Marisela, stuff like this lit a secret little fire inside the beautiful, towering woman, and she felt herself wetten. How weird haha. “You’re such a good artist!”

“Thanks,” Marisela replied, somehow a bit bashful under the attention of this overgrown sexpot. The irony of her own reticence was not lost on her; she was shy when it came to her sketches, but had no problems with what she’d done last night, in the darkness of the city’s alleyways. She tucked a long lock of her straight, sable hair behind one ear, riddled with piercings, and ran her tongue over her eye teeth.

“You’re going to send this out to everyone, right?” Melissa urged, smiling broadly as of course she was picturing herself in place of the pencil-sketch woman. They’d all want to see this, and picture themselves there, too.

“I was, uh…considering it,” Marisela responded, squirming a little bit in her own chair. She’d gotten past the point of wondering how she, “Scary Mary” - once the office pariah for her acerbically prickly personality and dark sense of fashion - had come to relish sharing funny gifs with her coworkers. Now the thought of sending this out made her hot. “You don’t think he’d mind?”

“Haha no he’ll love it!” Melissa laughed, leaning down a bit to place her hand on Marisela’s shoulder as the young woman turned back to her screen.

The touch of Melissa’s strong but gentle grip sent shivers into Marisela. What the fuck is that? she shuddered. It was a nice feeling, a great feeling in fact. It made her feel good, strong, confident. It excited her. It brought back a rush similar to what she’d felt after what she’d done last night. Stringing that asshole rapist up above the alleyway, after she’d broken his spine and butchered his friend made her feel alive, just like this.

“Okay, if you insist,” Marisela chuckled, moving her cursor around, re-saving the animation in a new format, better for attaching to an intra-office e-mail. Her eyes sparkled as she did stuff like this; it’s like she could feel them twinkling, like two dark stars in her sockets. Between her everyday tasks at the office with patient care, her tech-support duties, her side-hustle working with the study data, and silly little projects like this animation, Marisela tried to keep herself busy to distract herself from her murderous cravings. They’d grown over time (like these goddamn tits), and now came to her all throughout the day, rather than just waiting for nightfall as they once did.

Melissa stood back up.

“Hey, so, is he still here?” she asked, “I really want to see him.”

“I think so- he was in the procedure room, last I heard, working on the abscess on Mr. Burke’s right f-”

“Ew gross okay,” Melissa stopped her, “I’ll go find him.” She watched as the animation loop ran and ran on Marisela’s screen. She hesitated.There had been something she had been wanting to ask Marisela to do, but she never seemed to find the right moment. Now, she figured, was as good a time as any.

“Hey, so, sweetie,” Melissa began, “I have a project I’d like you to work on…”

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big big thanks to friend-of-the-Basic Joshua67 for the animation and RiF again for his help with copy

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fetishfairytales2 · 1 month

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The Secretary, Pt. 2 (Story)

Chloe looked so damn confused, and I loved it! There she was, staring at Charles, sitting at his desk, and me, standing next to him, looking hot as hell. And yeah, I might've been a little disheveled, but that's because I'd just given Charles the best blowjob he’d probably ever gotten—cut a girl some slack! Chloe, thankfully, hadn't noticed my poor little sissy Brandi, all diapered and chained up under the desk, sobbing like the little baby she is, yet, at least. Cucky had just gotten a front-row seat to me sucking her boss's cock, and then I let Charles paint her slutty, sissy baby face with his cum. It was hilarious! I smiled at Chloe, feeling more confident than ever now. "I'm Heather," I purred, moving closer to her. I could totally see why Brandi had a crush on this girl. She had great tits, blonde hair, and an ass that was almost as good as mine. Too bad Brandi was too dumb to keep it her secret. "Are you here to talk to Charles?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Poor thing; she was nervous and stuttering, trying to introduce herself. Of course, I already knew who she was! "Oh, I'm aware," I assured her with a smile, circling her like. "I know exactly who you are…" The worry on her face was delicious, as she wondered if I was some higher-up ready to fire her. "I was just introducing Charles to his new secretary," I explained gently, placing my hand on her shoulder. "I thought maybe you'd like to meet her too." This poor, scared little thing flinched when I touched her. She straightened up and asked, "Are you working for Charles now?" I laughed and made my way to Charles, who had finally gotten his pants back on, sitting on his lap and putting my feet up on his desk. Oh, the look of awkwardness on Chloe's face was priceless! "Not quite," I purred, as Charles chuckled along. Honestly, she didn’t look like the homewrecking whore I was expecting. More like a timid 20-something college girl trying to survive her internship. Hm, interesting. Let’s see if she played well with others.

I pointed my perfectly manicured finger at the chair and smiled, "Sit.” She didn't even question me! She sat her cute little ass right down, nice and straight, just the way I like it. Mmm, what a good girl. Maybe there was more to Chloe than I originally thought. "I don't work for anyone, sweetie," I purred, taking a moment to admire my gorgeous nails. "But sometimes I do… work with Charles. I was dragging this one out; I wanted to have some fun too.“ Before you interrupted, I was convincing Charles to hire a new girl! She just got the job!!”

"But I’m supposed to be doing that stuff!" Chloe squeaked, worried. I nodded, faking interest as I really couldn't care less. She went on and on about her "important" college credits, blah, blah, blah. I half-listened, more interested in rubbing Charles' chest and whispering dirty nothings about what I'd do to him later when we were alone. God, he was hot! God, this girl doesn’t shut the fuck up! Finally, my little chatterbox paused for breath, asking, “What am I going to do?”.

Giggling, I stroked my bound sissy's hair under the desk, enjoying the worried expression on Chloe's face. "Don't worry, cutie, you'll see soon enough," I purred to her. "But first, don't you want to know who I am?" She just stared, unsure how to respond. Standing up and standing directly in front of her, I continued. "You see, my boyfriend used to work here. Did you know that, sweetie? His name was Brandon." I leaned in close, whispering his name in her ear almost. She looked like I had just slapped her in the face. She tried and failed many times to say anything. "Oh, don't worry, sweetie," I laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder again. "I'm not mad. In fact, you did me a favor. I dumped that loser so fast, did whatever I wanted now, and kept all his money! So, thank you, really."

Chloe, the poor thing, was still stuttering and lost for words after realizing I knew everything. I shushed her, promising everything would be okay. Told you he didn't have a girlfriend, huh?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded, her eyes wide. "Probably promised you a raise if you slept with him?" Another nod, this time with a blush. Oh, Chloe, you poor, poor thing. "Bet he also told you size didn't matter when he finally got in your pants?" I teased, watching her blush deeper. "He told me the same thing, about his dick at least," I added with a grin. “Do you want to see what I did when I found out about Brandon’s cheating?” I asked her innocently. “I need to warn you though; I did take it kind of hard. Let's just say he’s still learning his lesson.” I could see the fear in Chloe's eyes as she imagined what I might do to her. "I'm telling you, Chloe, a woman scorned and all that," I said with a playful smile. "I really fucked her, her, his life up. But he deserved it for fucking with mine."

I turned to Chloe, batting my eyelashes. "You wanna see what happens to cheaters?” She still looked worried, like she thought I was going to come for her next! "Girl, I promise, it’ll be fun! This is all about making assholes learn; this has nothing to do with you. I am gonna have to warn you though; it’s sorta weird. You might need to like, consent, or whatever.” I raised my eyebrows. “But if you're gonna be a party pooper, you can always just go back to work. I'm sure Mr. Charles won't mind… much." I turned to the hot executive with a flirty smile, and he immediately straightened up. He was going to let me do whatever I wanted, as long as we fucked later! Chloe hesitated, her curiosity and fear battling it out, but finally she took my hand. I giggled, pulling her closer to the desk. "Mr. Charles, sir? I think it's time for your new 'secretary' to make an appearance. Don't you think Chloe would love to meet her?" I asked, really excited now.

As if on cue, Brandi let out a muffled whimper from under the desk, her eyes wide with terror as she realized what was about to happen. God, I fucking lived for ruining her life! The hulky, amazing man that owned her ass during work now grunted, clearly enjoying his new secretary’s distress. He poked his head under the desk and pulled out a struggling Brandi by her hair, causing her to yell in pain behind her gag. "Everyone, say hi to Brandi!" I announced with a giggle, pointing at the pathetic sissy. "She used to be my cheating loser boyfriend, but now she's my widdle sissy girl. Isn't she just adorable?"

Chloe's jaw dropped so hard, I thought it might hit! Her eyes bulged out of her head as she took in the sight of the dude she was fucking, now transformed into a pathetic sissy girl. "What… the fuck?" she stammered, her voice shaking. "Is… is that a diaper?" I had to laugh. I snapped my fingers without answering Chloe. Brandi crawled towards me on her hands and knees, her pigtails bouncing with each movement. She knew better than to disobey me. "Aww, look at that; Brandi's coming to Mommy!" I cooed, hiding my amusement at Chloe's reaction. "Come on, sweet cheeks, show Miss Chloe what a good little sissy you are." Brandi slowly made her way towards me, her eyes downcast, probably dreading what was to come. I wrapped my hand in her hair and jerked her head up, forcing her to look directly at the woman she cheated on me with. The poor sissy was a mess. Her makeup was smeared, mixing with the dried tears and snot on her face, and Charles' cum still coated her skin. Even her cute "Daddy's Little Girl" bib was soaked in her boss' cum. “More fun than work, ain’t it?” I asked Chloe with a smile.

Chloe was such a sweetheart; she just looked so sad. “I’m sorry!” she sobbed. Aww, she actually thought I cared about her sleeping with my ex-turned-sissy. Watching Chloe tear up was just more reason to be angry at Brandi. She looked back and forth between me and my little sissy bitch, her eyes wide with frustration when she realized she had been manipulated by a loser. "I'm so, so sorry! Please, I don't want to lose my job or anything!" She was practically begging, falling into the chair in a mess of tears. It was like she thought I was going to diaper her!. I rubbed her shoulder, trying to comfort her, as she sobbed into her hands. "I'm sorry! He lied to me! Brandon promised promotions and made up stories about Charles. He even said Charles slept with all the girls here!" Brandi was at my feet, whimpering like the pathetic sissy she is. I could see the sissy tears welling up in her eyes as she realized how this made her look.

I grabbed my little sissy Brandi by her pigtails and dragged her over to Chloe, who looked absolutely pitiful. "Apologize right now, sissy!" I demanded, and the poor girl looked up at me, then down at Brandi. My cucky bitch was mumbling a pathetic apology around her cock gag, and I just had to laugh. "Don't mind her, Chloe; she has a hard time speaking with a mouthful of cockl." I winked, reaching down to unstrap the 4-inch penis pacifier from Brandi's mouth. As soon as the gag came out, I slapped my sissy across the back of the head, sending her to the ground. "No speaking unless Mommy says so, slut!" I giggled.. Then, turning back to Chloe, I smiled sweetly. "Now, what's about to happen to Princess Pampers here will happen whether you’re here or not. This isn't about you, cutie pie, but it can be if you want it to be!" Chloe's eyes grew wide with worry, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Brandi lied to you, sugar plum. She pretended to be a man, but look at her now, all dressed up like a sissy slut. She lied about promotions and even about size not mattering!" I roughly pulled Brandi up by her hair again, keeping her on all fours like the bitch she is. "My widdle sissy took advantage of you, thinking she could use you for her own pleasure. But now, time to take advantage of her!!"

I could see the confusion on Chloe's face as she tried to keep up with my words, and it was just too fun. "You see, the one thing my widdle sissy didn't lie about is that Charles here has slept with half the office. But that's because he's an alpha male, a real man. He doesn't need to pressure or lie to get what he wants. Men like Charles give a woman exactly what she craves." I smiled back at Charles before seeing the worried look on Chloe's face. "Oh, don't worry, sweetie pie, I'm not suggesting you sleep with your boss, unless you want to, of course! I'm sure he'd be very accommodating." I giggled, loving the direction this was taking now. "But the point is, Charles and I are going to have some fun. Like I said, Charles is a real man, and he knows how to give me what I desire. And right now, what I want is to watch someone fuck my pathetic, crying, manipulative sissy until she can't stand. Until my Brandi is reduced to a sobbing mess, taking it like the sissy slut she is." Chloe's eyes were wide with shock, and I just shrugged, a wicked grin on my face. "What happens behind closed doors is our business, right? Secrets can always stay between us girls! You can always go back to work! But if you want to see what happens when an asshole like Brandi gets put in their place for lying and taking advantage of innocent women, well, now's your chance, cutie pie!"

Well, well, well… It looks like we may have an audience for my little show. I raised my eyebrows, smirking at the silence in the room. Everyone was frozen, except for my helpless sissy slut, who whimpered like the pathetic loser she is as I tightened my grip on her hair. Chloe just blinked at me, her eyes darting between me, Brandi, and Charles. This cutie really seemed a little unsure of what to do, but she stayed put. How adorable! "It's gonna happen, sweet cheeks,” I giggled at her. "Seriously, if you wanna go, now's your chance." I shrugged, sitting back in my chair. I wanted to see how far our little intern would let this go. "It's not like it's the first time for my widdle sissy. Oh no, she's taken it up the butt plenty of times, even this week. My boyfriend, Conner, fucks her all the time." I giggled, watching the expression on Chloe's face. Her eyebrows raised just a tiny bit at that, but she still stayed. Oh, this was gonna be fun!

I turned to Charles, my flirty smile in place. "Charles, you handsome devil, would you do the honors of disciplining your naughty 'secretary' here? Take her to your desk and teach her a lesson; show her what happens to naughty girls." I batted my eyelashes at him, loving what was about to happen. Charles stood up, a grin on his own face, and dragged Brandi over to his desk. I giggled as he bent her over, her skirt riding up to reveal her pissy diaper. "Aww, did my widdle sissy princess have an accident? Is someone afawid of the real man? Looks like someone's been a naughty, naughty girl." I cooed as I reached under Charles' desk and pulled out the dirty g-string I had left there earlier. I gagged Brandi with my panties, stuffing them into her mouth and silencing her pathetic whimpers. Charles ripped off her wet diaper, showing off her tight little sissy ass for the spanking she deserved.

"Make sure you hit her hard, Charles! Teach my widdle sissy bitch a lesson!" I clapped my hands, so excited. Charles delivered a swift and brutal spanking. CRACK! “Harder!” I cheered, CRACK, CRACK! It went on like this for longer than I thought Brandi could stand it. Charles’ large hands just kept landing on Brandi's soft, exposed cheeks. CRACK, CRACK! I could see the tears welling up in her eyes; what was left of her makeup was starting to smear again. Ugh! Such a sloppy bitch! "That's it, sob for me, you little crybaby!” I couldn’t not tease her while she was being spanked by her boss, right? CRACK, CRACK! “Cry your cucky tears; you know they make me wet!" I laughed, my eyes glancing over at Chloe, who was watching the scene, her eyes wide. As Charles finally ran out of steam, I stood up, walking over to Brandi and running my fingers through her hair. "There, there, my widdle cupcake. Cry it out. You know you love being manhandled by a strong man. Daddy Conner's the boss at home, sissy, but at work you’re going to be a sissy secretary! You’ll be taking orders and getting punished by Mister Charles. You're just our little plaything." I whispered in her ear, my voice oh so sweet. I pulled out a bottle of KY Jelly from Brandi’s diaper bag, handing it to Charles. "Have at it, big boy!"

I stepped back, taking a seat next to Chloe, and watched as Charles lubed up his thick, black cock. "Are you ready for this, sissy baby? Charles is gonna stretch you out and show you who's boss. Such a lucky slut, all these real men, alpha males to show you your place, sissy!" I taunted, my eyes never leaving Brandi's tear-stained face. Charles grabbed her by the back of the neck, holding her down against the desk, and slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her tight hole. Brandi's eyes widened, her gagged mouth muffling her pitiful cries. I could see the pain and humiliation in her eyes as Charles started to thrust, his hips slamming against her ass. "Oh, fuck, yes! Pound her bitch ass, Charles! Show her who owns that widdle butt now!" I cheered, God, almost moaned, it was so hot! I was even clapping my hands like a proud mommy. I glanced over at Chloe, who was openly watching now, her eyes glued to the scene. "How much did Brandi promise you as a raise, anyway? Wanna make a bet? I'll double it if my sissy bitch doesn't have a sissygasm on Charles' cock." I grinned. Chloe looked sideways at me, not knowing what the hell I was talking about. She was going to find out real soon!

Charles fucked Brandi hard, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. Harder and harder, Charles grunting and forcing himself as far into my little sissy as possible. Brandi's eyes rolled back, and despite her gag, I could hear her muffled cries. Her sissy clit was throbbing, trapped inside her flopping pink chastity cage, and I knew she was close. "That's it, sissy! Cum for Charles! Show him what a good little slut you are!" I taunted, my eyes never leaving Brandi's face. And then, with a final thrust, Brandi's body shook, and she came hard, her sissy stickies dribbling down her cage despite the chastity. "Aww, did my widdle sissy cum? Aww, you're such a good girl!" I cooed, pretending to be proud. "Looks like you really love being fucked by a real man, huh? Cumming through your chastity cage, what a slut!" I laughed, humiliating Brandi further.

Charles grunted, his eyes narrowing as he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into Brandi's sore ass. I could see the pleasure on his face as he dominated my little sissy bitch, real alpha male status. "That's it, Charles! Fuck her like the little whore she is," I cheered. His hips slammed against Brandi's ass even harder, his thick cock stretching her to her limits. Brandi's eyes widened, her gag still muffling her cries. She was taking the full brunt of Charles' cock, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. I could see more tears streaming down her face. Charles showed no mercy though, his hands gripping her hips tight and spreading her cheeks as he pounded into her again and again.

"God Charles! You might make that little slut cum again!” I giggled, watching Brandi’s eyes roll into her head for a second time. “That’s it, baby; show her how a real man fucks!" Charles grunted in response, finally reaching his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Brandi's ass and let out a satisfied groan as he filled her with his hot, sticky load. The sight of Charles' cock slick with lube and cum, sliding out of Brandi's gaping hole was delicious. Charles pulled out, leaving my sissy Cuck humiliated and sore, her ass cheeks glowing red from the spanking and fucking. I turned to Chloe, expecting to see shock or disgust on her face, but instead, I was met with pure fascination.

"Wow, she actually came from that?" Chloe mocked, her eyes glinting with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "What a fucking loser! And holy shit, is Charles always that big?" She whispered, her eyes widening as she took in the size of his manhood. I just nodded, a smug smile on my face. Charles sat back, naked and proud, his legs spread, giving Chloe an unobstructed view of his impressive cock.

Chloe openly stared, her eyes glued to Charles' cock like she'd never seen one before. I giggled, loving the sight of their fascination. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll get used to it. Charles here is quite the stud." I winked at her, enjoying her innocence. But the moment didn't last long as I tended to my girl. I hurried over to Brandi, pulling up her skirt and putting her discarded diaper back between her legs, making sure to capture every last drop of Charles' cum. "There, there, my widdle sissy. All clean now. We can't have you making a mess, can we?" I cooed, patting her diapered ass affectionately. Brandi whimpered, her eyes pleading with me to stop the humiliation, but I just laughed, knowing this was far from over.

"Aww, don't be such a crybaby, Brandi. You know you loved every second of it. Charles here just gave you the fucking of a lifetime! You should be thanking him." I giggled, running my fingers through her hair again, gently at first, only to grab a fistful and tug gently, reminding her of my control. "Now, why don't you show Charles your appreciation, hmm? Suck that cock nice and clean, sissy. It's the least you can do." I instructed, my voice stern. Brandi's eyes widened behind her gag, her body tensing at the thought of sucking Charles' cock, still slick and wet. I forced her to the ground. Accepting her fate, slowly, she kneeled before Charles, her eyes never leaving mine. I removed the panties from her mouth and smiled evilly, guiding her head down between Charles’ legs. “What a good girl!” I cooed, watching as she took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking obediently.

"That's it, sissy, sucky-suck on that big, juicy cock,” I encouraged her. “Clean it with your slutty mouth. Show Charles what a good little cocksucker you are." I purred. Charles moaned, his hands tangling in Brandi's hair, guiding her pace. He was enjoying the attention, his cock twitching with the stimulation. "Mmm, my sissy bitch has some skills, huh, Charles? Bet your other girls don’t suck it like that!" I laughed, enjoying the thought of Charles' girlfriends being outperformed by my submissive little slut. As Brandi continued to suck and please Charles, I turned back to Chloe, taking in her expression. "Quite the show, huh? And this is just the beginning, sweetie. After all, who’s going to watch Brandi when Mister Charles isn’t in the office?" I smirked, already plotting more twisted and humiliating fun for Brandi's torment and our entertainment.

The End.

Note from Heather: I hope all you perverted ladies and losers enjoyed the story of the first time I met Ms. Chloe! I promise you, that girl is a blast! We have hung out quite a few times since this, so I'm sure you'll hear more about her soon!

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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NOT PART OF THE EQUATION

Beckie had never felt so fucking turned on and powerful as she did right now. Her perfect new body felt so horny - she was impossibly beautiful, she looked more like some dream Goddess than a real woman and she loved it.

The equation had helped turn her from dweeby Rebecca into her new and more powerful form. Now she was perfect and she had diminished anyone else who could get in her way, all thanks to her skill at using the equation.

Not that she had invented the equation... the all powerful equation had been created by her best-friend Laura. It was just a shame that Laura had not been strong enough to realise the full potential of what she had discovered.

It was Laura who had translated the mathematical formulae from the old text book they'd found in the library. It was Laura who had discovered the pleasing symmetry of the equation, how it was possible to move reality about with the precision of a few well placed mathematical operators.

Beckie still remembered how turned on she had felt when she had grabbed the pen from Laura and having been taught the equation herself made use of it for the first time.

"Hey what are you doing?" gasped Laura in alarm as Beckie had written, Rebecca Jones boobs > Emily Grey's boobs.

"Relax," grinned Beckie. "We can use this equation to finally have our revenge on our bullies. It's just an added bonus that to make the equation balance out, we get to keep whatever we take from them."

Emily had the biggest tits at school, but she would no longer as the equation began rebalancing. It reduced Emily's tits and made Rebecca's bigger - ensuring that she was greater in tit-mass than her victim.

Beckie groaned as her flat chest began to swell and grow with Emily's stolen breast flesh. Her buttons popped and her bra ripped as her tits swelled up, bigger and bigger. She now had cleavage for the first time in her life and she liked how it felt. She giggled pushing her tits out proudly. "Oh fuck yeah, that feels great."

"No Rebecca," gasped Laura in shock. "I don't think we should use this equation to try and get our own back on people... it seems like a bad idea. Please don't do that again. It could be dangerous."

Beckie had just laughed and advanced on her friend, using her massive new tits to passively intimidate her. "Of course babe - I'll be careful, but there are a few more attributes that should be redistributed. If you don't want them - I'll take them instead."

Slipping the book into her satchel she had turned and headed home, her head spinning with the possibilities.

*****

The next day at school Laura had gasped as the clip-clop of high heels had rung through the halls and the bitchiest, sluttiest, most beautiful girl she had ever seen strode confidently down the corridors.

Beckie had taken it all. She'd drained every bully - not just of their physical beauty, but their personalities and confidence as well. Beckie was now a Goddess - the combined power of every bitch from school flowed through her body. She was now the perfect expression of every spoiled girl, every bully. She had become truly evil and hot.

"Oh hey loser," Beckie had purred as she'd seen her former friend. "Maybe you were right about the equation - perhaps it is dangerous to take so much, I think I ended up as a bit of a bitch. The good news is though that soon you'll be too dumb to care. I'm going to use the equation to suck out all your intelligence and leave you as my dumb little slave."

Laura had just grinned.

"I knew you'd be too eager to use the equation and end up corrupting yourself," she smirked. "You always did lack self-control Beckie. Which is why I prepared this little trap. If you look at the equation you have used, it only balances out one way. Everything has to transfer over to me. I get to become Beckie - queen of the school and you end up as a nobody loser with no memory of these events."

The satisfied grin fell off Beckie's face as she looked down at her pages of equations and realised Laura was not lying. With a laugh of triumph, Laura spread her arms wide and moaned as she took everything from Beckie - including her identity.

Laura gasped as she grew taller, her tits swelled out and her features became Beckie's. Her tight new pussy tingled as her designer dress formed around her and the new Queen wiggled her pedicured toes inside their high heels.

The dumb and amnesiac Laura had staggered away with no memory of who she really was and what had just happened whilst Beckie strode away to begin her life as a bully and a bitch.

"Sorry loser," purred the new Beckie, "But you're not part of this equation after all..."

#f2f transformation #attribute theft #new identity #bully tf #evie hyde #power transfer

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forsakenmissives · 1 year

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[dj khaled voice] anotha one (fic i might never finish)

Jamie was fucking tired of it. Roy was a fucking sight on the pitch, and Jamie knew he knew how to guide the team to greatness and had countless lessons in fame, but fuck if he wasn’t dull when it came to literally everything else.

“No,” he said, “I’m not dating your sister. I don’t even fucking want your sister!” He paused, then added, “She’s mad lovely, though. Nothing against her.”

“Last you said, she was fit,” Roy growled, because that’s the only way he's able to communicate.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s true and ‘cause it’s fun winding you up. You really never realised?”

Roy glared, though it wasn’t that much different from his expression before.

Jamie sunk deeper into his chair, defeated, and sighed. “Look, mate, your sister is fit, but have you ever considered it’s ‘cause she’s a Kent? And — and you always think I’m trying to fucking... fuck the women close to you, if not her then it’s Keeley, and look, I like them, I love Keeley, but not like that, and have you ever considered that—.” Jamie swallowed, fingers curling into his palms, nails biting into the skin. This was it; the big reveal. He could just keep his mouth shut and nothing would have to change.

But Roy just kept looking at him, and Jamie said it anyway: “Have you ever considered that all I’ve ever fucking wanted is you?”

Finally, Roy glanced away, and Jamie took a breath, then Roy closed his eyes, and Jamie saw him count to three — fucking... anger? He was angry at Jamie for this? And Jamie prepared for a fight, a fist flying at his face, even though he thought they’d left that behind in the alleyway behind the club, mostly because they were fucking shit at fistfighting, and really Jamie had just wanted Roy’s hands on him and didn’t know what else to do and it’s like a fucking primal instinct, reacting to Roy’s fire with flames of his own, but instead of punching him, Roy just shook his head and asked, “You think I’m fit?”

Jamie couldn’t help it — he laughed, and it was slightly hysteric, slightly too bright and too sharp and too much, but it was just unbelievable. That’s what it was. “Fucking hell, Roy! Yes! I’ve just had your poster up on me wall for the past fucking thirteen years for shits and giggles, yeah.”

Roy scoffed but dipped his head. “Alright. Alright.” He took a swig from his bottle, and Jamie determinedly looked away but in a way that wasn’t obvious. Still, when his eyes went back to Roy, he found Roy to already be watching him. Jamie licked his lips. Roy’s gaze lowered and followed the movement.

It wasn’t an answer, but Jamie felt confident. He leaned forward, and Roy didn’t stop him. Still, the first touch of their lips was soft and tentative and the most chaste first kiss Jamie’s ever had. He loved it, and he didn’t think about if it would happen again. He’d make sure it happens again.

When he pulled away, Roy’s eyes were still shut, and his brow was furrowed. Jamie just barely held back from tracing his tongue across his lips, curious if he’d be able to taste Roy, if there was anything in a kiss like that.

He felt like he was twelve again, sneaking around with one of the boys from the academy. But this was even more nerve-wracking because, well, it’s Roy fucking Kent, innit? National hero, Jamie’s first gay wank fantasy, probably Jamie’s greatest love after football and his mum. He’d been confident, but now he was readying for things to go tits up.

Roy opened his eyes. “You fucking mean it, then?”

Jamie blinked. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. ‘Course I mean it. I love you.” And he hadn’t meant to say that, and he for sure fucked it, but at the same time he felt lighter, like the full truth had finally been revealed.

And Roy didn’t look mad or disgusted or like he was going to up and leave Jamie there by himself at the bar, even though it was his own fucking house, and Jamie felt himself take a breath.

“Roy?” His voice was small. “You don’t have to say anything back, or, well, I’d like it if you did, but it doesn’t have to be that. Just. Just—”

“Jamie?”

“Yeah, coach?”

The glare he got in return for that was perfect, and he felt tingles all over. He smiled, hesitant. Roy rolled his eyes, grabbed the front of Jamie’s shirt, and pulled him into another kiss.

#idk ive got a lot of these and maybe if i post them i'll actually have to finish them. idfk #royjamie #ted lasso #my writing #i'm also just trying to figure out voice. cuz i really don't fucking have it #im at a weird transitional stage where all my faves are blending together #[will graham voice] you and i have begun to blur

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Onlyhunters Ch. 2

God damn this site change! Anyways chapter 2.

“Alright! Well, so far the day’s been going well. My partner isn't around, since she had a big thing to get done in… somewhere…” Jaune had to correct himself before disclosing any information about who he was, and that his partner was Pyrrha. It did suck that she wasn’t able to be here for his first stream, but she had important things she had to get done. And when he told her he could wait, she was insistent that he should do it without her.

He knew that it was her way of helping him, because he couldn't be reliant on her for every little thing. And he was grateful for that, but he was still nervous, especially because he wasn’t exactly confident in himself. To make matters worse…

His eyes descended the screen, falling down upon the viewer numbers. There was only one, and he wasn’t convinced it wasn’t a bot. He couldn’t see the name because it was a guest, so he had no idea if they were real or not. Regardless, he would keep trying, because he wanted to do this too. He wanted to get out of his shell, and he knew that Ren and Pyr believed in him, so it was the least he could do.

“I owe her a lot, you know?” He smiled, wistfully thinking about the times that Pyrrha was there for him. “I wouldn’t be around without her, literally!” He suddenly displayed a brief bout of excitement. Despite not really having a viewer to watch him, he couldn’t help but get into the details of what brought him joy.

“And then there are my teammates and friends, they’re all great.” He was going to go on a tangent, whether he liked it or not. It was just how things went for him. His chest rose and fell briefly in a happy sigh, his eyes closing as he thought about the things around him for a moment. “I’m the luckiest guy alive honestly, I don’t think that I would have been half as happy if I just stayed home. Sure my sisters were great and S-... and my eldest is the best… but still.”

He had to ponder, how would life have been had he not chosen to come here? Would he have been happy? Probably. Would have wondered what would have happened? What he would have missed? He downright knew that he would.

“Just the other day N-... uh… Pink, let’s go with that yeah… Pink. She has this thing for pancakes, and she was going on and on about wanting to try these new ones out. But when we got to the store she wanted us to do, they were closed.” He sighed, remembering the other day like it was yesterday, “It was sad, seeing the dejected look on her face, so… Green and I, we ended up going to the store and getting the ingredients ourselves. We had a huge breakfast that morning… though I guess by that time it was already lunch. Our friends from across the hall ended up joining us.”

The smile on his face practically lit the room better than his own lights. “Honestly, I’d be so lost without them all in my life.” Slowly he leaned forward, placing his head on his desk as he watched his empty stream… for a brief moment he closed his eyes, releasing a tired sigh. “Why am I even doing this?” It was a struggling, and honest question.

Yet as he was about to give up, a soft Bleep caught his attention.

Rusted Queen has joined the chat.

In the room to his right, the young voluptuous sniper from Team BRNZ was currently busy with her crowded stream. Her one good eye watching the numbers go up as various members continued to send her money. And all she had to do was wrap her uselessly fat tits around a thick hard dildo she’d been sent by one of her favorite viewers. Though, her eye narrowed as she noted that BRONZEDBEAUTY was currently missing from her stream.

It was a shame too, she was hoping that she’d be able to show the viewer her new outfit… but that would have to wait for later she supposed. Maybe she’d create a private showing for her? After all she was the one who funded her the most, and was the first person to truly believe in her. It was the least she could do for her trusted viewer!

Her features brightened as she watched her viewers lose their mind as the thick hard dildo before her began to spray a white creamy coating all over her caramel colored figure. Her massive tits did wonders to hide the large yellow colored shaft, a specific color that BRONZED has an affinity for, or so she was told.

She could feel it pulse beneath her as the mechanism to release it’s faux semen aggressively over her body was released. Thankfully the cream that came out was just that, a sweet tasting confectionary that was safe to eat and swallow. So swallow and savor it she did. She leaned forward, flipping the bottom of her mask over as she wrapped her soft, plush lips around the tip and began to drink.

DING DING DING DING

She heard the sounds continue. Though one name continued to catch her attention. SOUTHERNLASS. It was a silly simple name, but one that held a particular meaning to her. Why? Because it belonged to one of her four bullies, Gwen Darcy. Of course, the only reason she knew was because of the one time that Gwen had forced May to do her homework for her. She’d caught a glimpse at the simplistic name, and had since then kept it to heart.

Shaking her head she tried to ignore it, now focusing back on the tasty meal pouring directly into her throat. “Mmnn~” She moaned seductively, letting her high grade camera catch every little detail. From the way she shifted her breasts forward, front and foremost, to the way her throat bulged and conformed as she swallowed in thick goopy globs.

Even as she continued to suck down the tip, the momentum of her heavy, fat, massive orbs continued to coax the thick gooey substance outwards and upwards. Her arms outstretched, tightly wrapped around her unusually large breasts, squeezing together to mold the shape around her.

Even as she continued to enjoy the flavors, she had to wonder where such a shapely figure came from… the veins were far too… specific for it to be anything short of a mold. Whoever this was from was very gifted and the shape just so perfectly hit all of her spots too. Would it be overstepping to ask her favorite viewer?

Though the curiosity was getting to her, she had a show to continue putting on. Pulling her head back with a loud pop and a throaty, “Muwah~” She made sure to divert attention from her face as she recovered her lips, letting the last remaining remnants of the creamy filling sputter all over her moca colored breasts, creating a vanilla colored glaze over those massive mountains of hers.

She could feel the crowd’s eyes on her, their gazes devouring her. And in that short amount of time, she remembered just how much she loved doing this. She wasn’t the shy, forgettable, loser. She wasn't the bullied little May Zedong right now. No, right now she was WALLFLOWERSNIPER, and she was confident, sexy, and alluring to those around her..

And by the brothers did she love that feeling. “Well~ I think that’s enough for tonight’s show everyone.” She gave them a wink with her good eye, and a quick kiss from behind the veil. “I hope you all sleep well, hopefully nice and pleasantly empty after my show~♥”

With one last wave, and a quick tug of her breasts, freeing the massive sculpture wedged between them. She turned off the stream, closing her camera and falling back on her bed.

Beads of sweat rolled down her curves, from her chin to her belly, and under her breasts. A smile spread across her lips as she felt another job well done. “Well… t-that was n-nice…” Her stuttering tone returning once more that she was no longer the hot streamer she pictured herself as.

“Now… w-whose streaming?”

As much of a fan as she was of being a star, she was also a fan of finding others exploring themselves… though interestingly enough, one name caught her attention. A person with only two viewers… “What’s t-this?”

Now in the room to the left of Jaune’s, Ren was currently busy showing off for his fanbase. A hefty crowd of several thousand people watched with lust and careful intent. For before them was the most popular LOVINGLOTUS.

“Hello my cuties~” He gave them a quick wink, his pink gloved hand extending forward, palm up and one finger pointed at the screen. “I hope you’ve been entertained so far?” He queried the crowd, watching the chat go wild as he gave his hips a quick left and right sway. His feminine figure gently shifted back and forth with a hypnotic roll. He could feel all their eyes on him, the individuals that lived to watch him explore his femininity, the ones that violated him with their gazes.

A quick shiver ran through his body, delighted by the prospects of what they wanted to do to him, but couldn’t. He wondered if he’d developed a small bit of sadism through all of this.

GOLDENDRAGON has donated 100 Lien: “Please please! Slap your ass for us!”

His mask hid a twisted smile as he watched the money come in, knowing full well that it was Yang who had donated to him. His boisterous friend had been a rather avid follower of his from the start.

BIGBADCARDINAL Has donated 200 Lien: “DO IT DO IT!”

That one was Cardin. He never would have guessed that he was into femboys… though maybe his interest in Jaune was a little more than bullying? The thought passed through his mind briefly before another donation came through.

FLAMINGFALL Has donated 300 Lien: “I also request that you slap your posterior… as well as rub your oily body… please?”

“Well you’re all in quite a specific mood today aren't you?” He knew his audience well enough, knew that they weren’t always horny to watch him touch himself, or masturbate in front of him. Sometimes they just wanted something simple. So he decided to give them just what they wanted, and a little more~

With a flurry and a shay, he twirled around, letting his big fat ass jiggle before the camera. His body was barely covered by a thin pink colored bikini that could only be described as string.

HIs mask appeared to be more of a veil than a full on mask, giving small glimpses beneath whenever he moved about. “What do you think?” He asked, running his hand over his voluptuous curves, his bottom glistening from the baby oil he’d applied just moments ago. “Isn’t it nice and big?” SMACK His right hand struck down, causing the balls of fat to jiggle for his viewership.

GOLDENDRAGON: “YES! YES YES! I want to smack it sooooo baddddly!”

BIGBADCARDINAL: “You have to give me your digits! I’ll show you the best dicking of your life baby!!!!”

FLAMINGFALL: “Mmmn~ That’s my boy.”

He could feel their hungry eyes upon them, his thirsty little viewers that desired more and more of his delicate touch. The thought of them violating him with their gazes sent chills up his spine, his arm was lined with small little goosebumps as he found himself thirsting for more of their attention.

“Well~ There was something I wanted to show all of you.” He waited not for their response, instead bending over, revealing the soft pink bud hidden behind the thin string, only to shift his ass around giving a little show while he searched for something.

That something would prove to be quite the heinous creature! For anyone who had just tuned in from WALLFLOWERSNIPER’s stream, they would have recognized the beastly accessory. It was a gift from Pyrrha, a treasured little item that was based and molded from a certain friend's specific cock. Looking at the beastly thing sent shutters through his body. Imagining the real thing in his hands, feeling the heat of his leader’s pulse between his fingers, it delighted him to no end.

Oh if only he hadn’t promised Pyrrha to let her go first, he could have been enjoying the real thing.

He closed his eyes as he put the item down on the floor for everyone to see. His chat went wild as they queried him for what he was going to do with that thing. His response was a simple finger before his lips as he gave a quick hushing motion.

Then, he took one step forward, and poised himself above the beast. Despite it’s silicone exterior, he swore he could feel the heat, his heat off of it. His body shivered with anticipation as he tried to control his breathing. His heart throbbed painfully within his chest as he lowered himself. Though lubricated as it was, he found the tightness of his boy-pussy to be so firm, that the faux cock had trouble squeezing in. “Nnggh~ It’s soooo biiiiigg~~~~♥”

The femininity and whorishness to his voice was enough to cause his chat to go wild, donation after donation began to go through as he slowly descended deeper down the thick hard rod. He could feel it violating his belly, spreading his tight, unprepared hole apart until finally, after a few minutes of gentle but insistent work, he managed to stuff the entirety in.

“OooOhhhh wooooowwwwW~~~” He was at a loss for words, his eyes widening, legs shaking, all from the simple realization that his belly had distorted. It was easy enough for his viewers to see it too, the way his belly extended outwards where the beastly rod pushed up against his belly. “Its schoooo hyuuuuge~~”

Despite his lack of shame, he couldn’t believe that he’d managed to get something so massive inside himself. Even he was shocked by how much it filled it, “I’sh can feel it in my belly♥”

He was practically cock drunk from this little activity, though perhaps the majority of the sensation was coming from his imagination. Oooh he wanted to give this thing a real test run, but he had to stop himself, his cute, womanly cock twitched beneath the fabric that held it tightly close to his sternum. He swallowed the knot that formed in his throat as he tried to pull himself off. “Ooh~ I may have made a mistake~ Sorry chat, buuuut I think I’m going to have to call it quits~”

He noted the few awws and boos, but as usual they understood. Especially with how shaky he was, it was obvious that he wasn’t able to stand firm on his own. On the verge of losing his mind, he gave his fans one last wave before using his toes to turn the stream off. It was only when he made sure that they were completely off screen that Ren suddenly lost all strength in his legs and fell back down.

The rift that shot through his body as the Jaune shaped dildo smashed right into his most sensitive parts, was tremendous. He felt everything within him completely collapse as he nearly lost his mind. “Nggggh♥!” He cried out, feeling the sudden release of cum soiling his bikini. “OoooOoghooodsJauuneeee~” He cried out with a pitiful squeal.

His chest fell and rose as he tried to inhale as much air as he could. His eyes slowly glazing over with his attention falling on the screen once more. Weakly he leaned forward, a specific curiosity coursing through him, the silicone sausage still stuck within him.

“I…I wonder how he...he’s doing…”

To his surprise, Jaune was still streaming, with three viewers even! That… was a surprise, but a welcome one! The first ten followers were notoriously difficult to gain on the crowded platform, it was difficult to get noticed and people could spend days or even weeks streaming to no one. He wondered what Jaune must have been doing to keep that number up.

“Well- I know that sometimes talking doesn’t always get things through, especially with people who are as hard headed as me.” Jaune found himself oddly embarrassed that his focus had been with one specific person, who happened to just randomly join. “But if your teammate is giving you that much trouble, maybe trying being more straight with her, just as direct as you can be so there's no chance for any confusion about how her actions make you feel? I know teasing can be… rough, I have plenty of sisters, so let me tell you. But finding what you find attractive or doing what you want to do is up to you.”

Rusted Queen: “Thank you! I’ve been telling Y- my roommate, that I don’t need to visit these sites… even if I am feeling lonely… and my boy-... nevermind I’m sorry that I keep bringing that up.”

Jaune simply shook his head, “No it’s alright… I uh… well a secret between the two of us?” He hadn’t noticed the other viewers yet, and had almost forgotten about the original hidden guest, “When I was younger, I was the town backup.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, “Whenever someone had a breakup, they’d often use me as a way to bound back, but only for a little while… I didn’t realize it at first. And S-... my sister got mad when she found out, and told me what was happening. I guess… that and my dad’s advice are why I’m really bad with social cues when it comes to girls.” He also hummed, “Also probably having as many sisters as I did didn’t help… you’d think it would, but you kind of become desensitized to… quite a few things…” He shook his head turning back to her.

“But I think it’s fine to take things slow. It doesn’t matter that it’s been a week already, you should take things at your own pace.”

Rusted Queen is Typing…

He wondered what it was she was trying to get out, the delay was killing him with anticipation.

Rusted Queen: “Thank you Vale… I’m glad I showed up… I suppose I should tip you.”

Jaune simply shook his head, “I uh, don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant that. Ya know, nothing sexy.” He laughed, passing it off, just giving advice, most of it that he’s parroted off from better people, was free as far as he was concerned.

Rusted Queen is Typing…

Rusted Queen: “Well… I… may have a request then?”

Rusted Queen is Typing…

Rusted Queen: “If you’re comfortable of course!”

“Ah well yeah shoot, I’ll let you know.”

Rusted Queen: “Could you lift up your shirt?”

There was a brief pause before he nodded. It was a bit early to show skin, but… she had been a good viewer and…

Rusted Queen donated 300 Lien.

That… holy crap that… “Well alright then. Sorry, I don’t think I’m much to look at but…” Grabbing the hem of his shirt he tugged upwards, and instead of just showing a little, he completely peeled it off of his body, slowly, revealing a sculpted figure. Partially from training, but also from farm work that he used to do back at the Barn. His body was built in a way that was crafted through chores and hard work, and well…

Rusted Queen donated 200 Lien: “THank you! Oh wow! You’re definitely more toned than my Ex! I like!”

Now he was blushing, deep enough that not only did it trail down his neck, but also his upper torso. He couldn’t imagine things getting any-

WALLFLOWERSNIPER DONATED 300 Lien: HEARTEYEEMOJI “♥♥♥!”

His eyes widened when he realized that someone else was watching!

LOVINGLOTUS DONATED 100 Lien: “I knew that hard work was paying off~”

Now the entirety of his body was red. “I uhm I don’t… I uh… thank you! But I gotta go! See you next time!” In a flurry he tried to turn it off, only to not do it right the first time. “O…oh wow, I didn’t… I don’t look that good and… that was… I’m grateful! I didn’t know I’d have such amazing viewers. And my talk with Rusted Queen was really nice, I hope things work out for them…” He didn’t realize he was rambling too much before.

Rusted Queen: “Thank you, for the show and the talk.”

“GAH!” Now he turned it off correctly.

Somewhere deep in Vale, away from Beacon, stuck in a hotel room. A certain redhead watched with joy as her boyfriend had his first session. She of course had been his first viewer, but not wanting to spook him she’d stayed anonymous. She hadn’t expected him to gain any traction, and as far as she was concerned 4 viewers, herself included, were amazing!

She was so proud of him, and knew he was going to be a big hit eventually. Even more so when she realized that not only was Ren watching, but her favorite streamer had taken an interest. “Well… now that may be something worth looking into.”

Her eyes fell on a second scroll, one that she had been watching Wallflower’s stream on, also without logging in. “Though, I do wonder who the Rusted Queen was…” She pondered looking into it, pulling some strings and finding out… before shrugging it off. It wasn't worth doing yet and the mystery was kind of fun. At least she knew someone else had good taste out there, just like her~ “Oh Jaune, I’m so proud of you.”

#Lie Ren #Jaune Arc #May Zedong

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