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#poorly drawn mdzs#jin guangyao#lan xichen#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#JGY's little shawl waits for him at the front entrance. It's for him to wear in the cloud recesses because he gets cold easy.#Lan Xichen personally hand knit it for him. This is canon within this universe now.#JGY is failing his little chess game so bad in this scene. He walks up and cutely pouts at LXC to pwease help him in his schemes#And when LXC rightly points out the holes in his reasoning he gets his back up!#But *dude* how the hell are you going to explain how WWX has been doing all these crazy things when the guy was Passed Out.#LXC can even attest to it. Back to JGY holding the idiot ball here; why make a point to press about WWX staying at CR#And not take into account the fact the lan brothers have an incredibly tight bond?#Why was he even *attempting* to drive a wedge between them?#Honestly I know we love to call JGY a schemer but he was so sloppy at so many points. Everything post secret room reveal-#has been a messy scramble to cover up his past transgressions. He is struggling to keep things under control!#He currently is staying in the public favour solely on the quality of his melancholic wet eyes.#You dare accuse jin guangyao of murder? When he's so sopping wet? When he whimpers and whines without a little treat?#To bad he's shown his teeth! Sorry you aren't old enough for dentures and can't put those teeth right back in your mouth.
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OOH YEAH BABY ITS THE SURGERY EPISODE BABY!!! ME AND THE HOMIES NEED SOME NEW FACES FOR OUR NEW PLAN, AND WHO BETTER TO GET THE JOB DONE THAN THE TWO MOST EVIL PEOPLE WE'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF HAVING OUR LIVES VIOLATED BY? I MEAN IT WOULD BE FUNNY. IT WOULD BE FUNNY.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#cw blood#cw gore#jrwi suckening#jrwi suckening spoilers#vex waylin#viv waylin#MY FAVORIT EP!! HAVNT SEEN IT IN FOREVER THO BC WELL. IM BUSY. SO BEAR W ME IM RUNNIN OFF ALOTTA MEMORY FUMES#ALSO EDIT BC FUUUCK I HADMORE TAGS BUT TUMBLR FUCKEN ATE EM. OH WELL. MY DMS R OPEN IF U WANNA UNLOCK RAMBLES.#I LOVE THE WAYLIN TWINS SSSOO FUCKING MUCH IM SO!!! CURIOUS ABOUT THEM!!! WHO WERE THEY WHEN THEY WERE HUMAN? HOW LONGVE THEY BEEN ARND?#I LOVE IT WHEN PPL SAY ITS LIKE THESE TWO WERE MADE FOR MMEE BC YES!! YES!! ITS EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT FROMA CHARACTER!!!#I LOVE THEIR RED WHITE N BLACK COLOR SCHEME. I LOVE HOW THEYRE BOTH SO INTELLIGENT AND GENIUS N YET THEYRE DUMB AS FUUUUCK#COOOMICAL SUPER VILLAINS. OOH ILL GET YOU NEXT TIME SHAMIA SHAMAI!!! HOW DARE YOU FOIL MY PLAN!! MY PLANS OF MUTILATING AWAKE N ALIVE PPL#COMICAL AND YET. GENUINELY HORRIFYING. VIV CAN MAKE UR BONES EXPLODE JUST BY THINKING ABOUT IT. VEX CAN BECOME SOUP#WHY DONT WE TALK ABOUT THAT MORE? THE TURNING INTO RED MEAT SLIME?? METAL AS FUUUCK. I ALSO LOVE HOW SCARED THEY GOT SO QUICKLY#THIS LIL FUCKEN RRRRRAT COMES IN. AND WELL. HES JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS. WE FUCK HIM UP N TOSS HIM INTO THE SUN N LET HIM BURN#SURE HE HAD ONE MORE TRICK OF REBELLION UP HIS SLEEVE BUT THE SUN HAS TAKEN HIM NOW. ITS FINE. WE'RE FINE. HEY IS THERE SMTH IN THE CEILING#OHHH WE KILLED HIM ONCE N HE CAME BACK. WE KILLED HIM AGAIN N TOOK HIM APART BUT THEN HES BACK?? HE GETS AWAY AND THEN. COMES BACK. AGAIN.#WE CANT GET RID OF HIM. THAT FOUL SHAMIA SHAMAI. A MOUSE IN OUR KITCHEN. FUUUUCK HES GONNA SPREAD DISEASE! KILL IT! KILL IT!! AAAUUGH FUCK!#I LOVE THAT THE WAYLIN TWINS AGREED TO HELP THE BLONDE TWINS MOSTLY ON THE BASIS OF 'IT WOULD BE FUNNY' BUT ALSO#OOHHH WE ARE SO CLOSE TO REACHING SOMETHING TO MAKE HIM NNEEVER FUCK WITH US AGAIN. HIS ILLUSIONS WILL HAUNT US NO LONGER#THEY WERE SSSOOO PARANOID W ALL THE CAMERAS AND BOMBING THEIR OWN LAB AND RUNNING AND RUNNING AND GETTING AWWAY FROM THIS FUCKEN! MOUSE!!!!#OHHHH I THINK IM RUNNIN OUTA ROOM so ill talk about da art real quick.BEEN WORKIN ON THIS FOR A WHIIILE.ALOTTA THESE were started when the#ep came out.so OLD!! BUT DONE!!and im very very happy w my colors n gore n EXPRESSIONS!! the top right corner comic keeps making me chuckle#I ALSO rly love the lil convo between arthur n viv.theyre SO CUTE TOGETHERR they should go ona museum date together or somethin#they need more time to just talk abt da World together.ALSO CAN I BE PETTY.I MADE ARTHUR UGLY CORRECT-STYLE#THESE BOYS KNOW NOTHING OF UGLY.I MADE THE VAMPIRIC FLESH EVOLVE N ROT N BLOSSOM AND THERE IS SQUIRMING WITHIN THE TENEBRAE#UHHH IEAH THIS GUY W A ROTTED N DISTORTED FACE WALKS INTO MY BIKE STORE IEAH IM SCREAAAMIN LIKE WADDA HELL!! MONSTOR!!!
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I'm a JayVik fan, I'm a MelJay fan, and I'm a MelJayVik fan (as well as a fan of all these characters), full disclosure, but it's really annoying how people in this fandom still only use Mel and Jay as props for Viktor, whilst ignoring who they are as characters outside of him. This is especially prevalent in shipping spaces where people will frame MelJay as being boring (they aren't, many people just can't get over themselves enough to see the value between them), to the point where you can hardly find things in their tag without it resorting back to Vik, over JayVik, but then, in turn, hardly add anything of equal value to Jay in JayVik regards, it's all about Viktor or how Jayce needs to make amends and grovel, but nothing of value besides making him the punching bag---something a lot of people in this fandom do (not saying all JayVik shippers do this, just to clarify). Like it's also very telling with the fact that you have two nuanced poc/poc coded (in Jayce's regards) characters, but can't/won't give them equal time of day as their white counterpart unless it's to elevate said counterpart (this is also prevalent in MelJayVik where some still completely push out Mel and make Jay oc just to focus on Viktor, yall are not slick). And this isn't me saying that you can't enjoy either of these ships or characters, nor dislike them, but it doesn't take much to see the flaws (and thinly coded forms of racism and misogynoir) that also play a role in this fandom. It's so frustrating to see.
#arcane#jayce tails#mel medarda#viktor arcane#jayvik#meljay#meljayvik#this isn't me even saying that i dislike vik but more so how some of his fans treat other characters and ships when they don't involve him#and im also not going to ignore how some fans woobify him or outcharacterize him to the point of ableist undertones#making mel a cartoonish jealous woman who actively tries to harm viktor makes no sense and is very racist & misogynistic#especially when she showed visible concern for vik when he was hurt. yall just love villainizing black women#and jayce being so overtly hated to the point where people ignore his valid points all bc he made some mistake with vik?#one of the worst things a poc character can do is if they dare hurt the feelings of a white character (whether accident or on purpose but#still) bc here comes the racism in the fandom!#keep it cute in the comments if you want to discuss
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Focus (Or: The Unfortunate Destiny of Not Running Laps)
(Don't forget to read the warnings, they are v important!)
Kanene's notes: I am here to call out RUOYE!! BECAUSE THIS ENTIRE FIC IS FRUIT OF ITS SMUGNESS WHILE CAPTURING LANG QIANQIU IN THE FOREST. Like for REAL it just stopped, looked at him all :] and then captured him like jhgfdfgh pls stop being so silly it's killing me.
Warnings: This is a tickle fic and is basically an AU based in the idea I had in this post. Long short story with no spoilers: Xie Lian decided to tell the truth sooner to Lang Qianqiu and the boy had time to deal with his feelings and their relationship didn't become too strained, even if they parted ways. Another modification here is that the nameless boy that is always by LQQ side is called Xiao Mengyou, like I've seen he be called in the fandom. Besides that, nothing more! There's brief light bondage (thank u Ruoye) and some feet tickling during lqq's revenge, in case u don't like that. But it's the famous fluff with light angst, tickle fights and lot of silliness. Around 6.500 words.
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Lang Quianqui discreetly managed to take in a deep breath, eyes glued on his preceptor, body unconsciously falling into the defensive stance that has been taught to him for years. It was hard to keep himself still. His entire being was thrilling with energy, an adrenaline that had not dissipated since he woke up and realized what day was today. The energy had fed his mind and body constantly as he fell along the main forms and drills theyâve been covering since the start of the day, over and over, each correction of Fang Xin over his posture and handle of sword only serving to make him buzz even more with nerves and the wish to impress him, trying harder and harder to focus until his movements went from stiff and tense to fluid and natural, striving for perfection.
Attentive eyes watched him like a hawk, more staring than normal, looking for something that Lang Qianqiu didnât know if he was hiding well. It made him grip the handle of his sword more firmly and his movements quicker. The prince didnât know if it was just his imagination, and the mask didnât really help in his analyzes, but he could swear that he saw his mentorâs face glimpse into a confused frown as he accidentally kept stammering clumsily through the stances that he had already mastered a few months ago, even being on his best today barely reached the excellency he had every other good day. Still, he continued to strive for perfection.
Training with Fang Xin was⊠incredible. In the last year exactly, for the first time since he was only a kid receiving his first wooden sword, Lang Quianqui felt excited to go train, never once getting bored during the lectures, never going through his lessons unchallenged, each and every teaching pushing him to through his limits in a way that left him thoughtful and expectant to expand them even further, see how far he could get. His Guoshi had a different method of teaching and after his parents saw his improvement after a few months into his classes, together with his clear joy in having them, they gave the adult free reign of his studies, changing his routine as much as he needed, as long as it didnât harm his other responsibilities. They supported them with materials and rooms as necessary and always listened with proud smiles when Lang Quianqui went to ramble to them all they had done and accomplished that day.
Fang Xin valued both the training of his mind and body, much to Lang Quianqui chagrin, especially as he kept dishing out writing punishments and calligraphy exercises that would leave him grumbling about missing the better days with old teachers who would simply have him running laps for slipping into quick naps during their lessons. Usually such commentaries only resulted in more writing and longer punishments, when Fang Xin listened to it. In the end, it was fine. After the initial glooming and pouting, he got to realize how the books that he had to copy always proved to be interesting, challenging his mind with stories and theories he hadnât thought about before and giving him even more ideas to share with his teacher later, who always listened to him carefully, - even with an ever-lasting air of satisfaction that brought a smug glint in his eyes and a pleased hum in his words - no matter how long he spent in his musings, prodding him with questions and small lectures until he arrived to conclusions that would make the adult nod in a hidden pride, or at least, he hoped so. Â
It was no surprise to him to find excitement and anticipation in his mind for each class, wondering what would be the main skill trained today. If they would focus in his flexibility and quick thinking to get the upper hand into surprise attacks and uneven grounds (his mother almost had an heart attack when he fell out of the roof and broke her window with an accidental kick) or his ability to coordinate planned attacks with strong strategies that would exploit his opponentâs weakness and entice his own strengths.
For today, as it seems, they were going to stick with spars and practical learning. It was probably good, with how many mistakes he had already made just during the warming up and how distracted he was today, waiting impatiently for the end of the class. Having a close range exercise that would force him to focus unless he wanted to explain to his preceptor why his mind was flying away, a dangerous but not impossible possibility, was very good, especially because he wouldnât be able to respond his teacher if he asked and Fang Xin would immediately catch his lies or any attempt to stir the topic away and he really, really couldnât risk to get any punishments today.Â
Afterall, Fag Xin Guoshi probably was already extremely displeased with his performance. Even if he was too polite to show. Lang Qianqiu gritted his teeth and embraced himself.Â
There will be no more mistakes from now on. He will do his best!
They circled each other for a few seconds before the buzzing energy became stronger than him and Lang Quianqui jumped in his direction, starting the fight. He feinted an attack on the teacherâs right, jumping away from his defense and immediately falling into another attack. Just like the first blow, this one was quickly blocked and the crown prince was pushed to the side, Fang Xinâs blade pressing against his sword with such a strength that Lang Quianqui had no other option but to start backing up before the sword was pushed to his throat, trying to at least stabilize himself.
âConcentrate on your footwork.â Fang Xin chided, his voice even and calm as always, showing no hint of strain. The arm that was not holding his weapon was curled on his back and he didnât move a single step in his direction. Lang Qianqiu was sure that if he glanced at his forehead, there would be no sweat. He, on the other side, could feel his breath already beginning to speed, arms trembling as he tried to not be overpowered. âThere is always going to be someone stronger and taller than you during war and you canât afford to lose. Donât try to outstrength them because you wonât. Prioritize your speed and versatility.â
âRight!â Lang Qianqiu agreed, immediately dropping himself to the ground, the preceptor's sword passing with a quick gush of wind just inches from his face as he tried to trip the other, rolling around and quickly jumping to straight himself again when more attacks went in his direction.
Fang Xin pivoted around the same spot as the young prince sprinted and threw himself at him in a mix of misleading attacks that attempted to both pull his attention elsewhere and open his guard. Extra, even if rare, punches and kicks tried to make him lose his balance. Itâs been exactly one year, yet Qianqiu hasn't been able to make him move around the arena one bit.
A sudden kick going to his face made the boy yelp and twirl to his left, only to almost get a sword going right to his flank, but blocking it with his blade at the last moment.Â
âFocus.â His teacher remarked, starting a series of strikes aiming for his torso. âPull your sword closer to your body. Youâre paying too much attention in protecting your face and not losing your stance that it leaves your entire flank unprotected.âÂ
As if to prove his own words, his blade quickly aimed to his face, only to be immediately pushed away in a move that wobbled the otherâs grip on the handle. Before the prince could explore that, however, Fang Xin speedly twisted and turned his attack back to his sides. Again, Qianqiu almost didnât manage to rotate his long blade enough to catch it, being pushed away as the sound of metal scraping metal filled the training grounds. âKeep on rolling and jumping, if you must, just do not lose your balance and attention to your surroundings.âÂ
He striked again and, following his words, the young one threw himself on the ground and rolled away. Panting as he straightened himself, he watched his preceptor, reading his sword.
Before he decided to attack, Lang Qianqiu went first, deciding to just make his moves up as he goes. He jumped and twisted, aiming for the neck. He watched as the adult glided aside with an effortless grace and turned to block the blow, pushing the blades upwards, weakening his grip on the sword at an alarming speed. The thought of using their closeness to kick him away had just crossed his mind when a purple and white blur appeared right by his sides and-
He jumped away with a squeal, his lips being pulled in an unexpected smile, hand running to cover his ribs, skin still tingling.
What was that!Â
He turned around, pulling his sword even closer, face red from the embarrassing sound that just escaped from his mouth without his permission.Â
Someone had just tickled him!Â
Still reeling with the sudden bust of energy and tickly sensation, his eyes immediately stopped at Guoshi, staring at him warily, but being only answered with the same calmness and collectedness that always filled his every action and words.
Maybe was it him who�
âDo not charge right back in without correcting your mistakes and very much less without a plan.â Fang Xin went back to his initial stance, one hand holding his sword and the other resting calmly on his back. His posture had no flaws, his lips held no grinning smiles and his voice got no playful cadence that betrayed his serious tune. âRemember what I said, use your speed and versatility. Ready?â
âŠNo, it couldnât be him. The imperial preceptor would never step down to do something as silly and childish as tickling. He probably imagined it?Â
Once more, he watched his surroundings with narrowed, attentive eyes. Maybe it wasâŠ
There he was.
Behind him, on the other side of the arena, his friend smiled at him. Lang Quianqiu shuddered in alarm.Â
Since a couple weeks ago, when Qianqiu had used the otherâs distraction to unleash a playful surprise tickle attack on him, Xiao Mengyou had been using his every opportunity to tickle him senseless back, going even further as to wait the end of his last martial class - when he usually laid on the cold ground to get his breath back - to immediately attack him with pokes and wiggling fingers the very moment Fang Xin Guoshi turned his back and pretended to not hear them fooling around, leaving the prince giggling and squirming until he was tired enough to not immediately get him back as revenge.Â
(Too lost in their own game, none of them noticed the initial moment, when the adult turned back promptly at the squeal of the prince, ready to defend, only to stop and smile amusedly at the joyful friends in front of him, leaving them be and enjoy their own playfulness. There was a deep melancholy pooling in his eyes in that evening.)
Seeing that the attention was still on him, Mengyou made a walking motion with his fingers on his palm and then a thumbs up. Lang Qianqiu felt his eyes wide and he took a wobbly step backwards.
Did he just⊠confirm that he was the one who tickled him?
Watching his face, Xiao Mengyou smiled a tiny grin and nodded.
Lang Qianqiu bristled and started to head into his direction with firm steps. Mengyou frowned and tilted his head to the side, in apparent confusion.
âLang Qianqiu.â The crown prince automatically froze with the clear commanding tune on the otherâs voice, posture straight as he turned around to his teacher, suddenly remembering that they werenât alone in the arena.Â
âYour lesson is not over, yet. Focus.â His Guoshi seemed more amused than annoyed, though. Lang Qianqiu internally exhaled in relief. How embarrassing, his mind was really all over the place today. âLetâs start again.â
Nodding, the younger one went back to his stance, eying his opponent before charging straight in. He swore he listened to Fang Xin huff in exasperation, but the sound of blades colliding resonated louder and quickly pulled his attention back to the spar.
This time it took longer before he got distracted and another poke attacked his armpit as he tried to push his teacherâs hand out of his swordâs handle. He squeaked and jumped backwards, quickly scurrying away as Guoshiâs blade followed him without a rest.
And so, the onslaught of brief, equally light and impossible to ignore, tickly touches kept following him.
A prodding on his side and a loud yelp.
Another poke on his belly and a wheezy snort.
A tickle across his entire spine that made him jump and almost lost track of his teacher.
A scribbling on the back of his neck that pulled a couple of giggles out of his throat and sealed that silly, wobbly smile forever in his face.
All through this, he kept his fight. The adrenaline of waiting for another tickle attack and the wish of stop being so childish, giggling and squirming in front of the person he looked up the most, made him the most focused he has been the entire day, falling and rolling and charging blow after blow, fuelled by the bolts of electricity that ran across his meridians every time he saw a blur of white and purple in his peripheral vision and felt titters bouncing in his throat long before the ticklish feeling even touched him, descending in chuckles and huffs of laughter as he managed to escape another playful attack.
He had just managed to run right behind Fang Xin in an attempt for a surprise attack, when he felt something latch on the back of his robes, scurrying across his neck and jumping in between his articles of clothes. There was no escaping from the loud, surprised shriek that ran from his throat the moment he felt the tickles dig in his armpits, making both of his hands lock on the handle of his sword and his arms to clue to his sides, the attempt of protection being too late to stop the soft - so extremely, absurdly soft - sensation that ran up and down his pits, prodding and drumming and pulling hysterical giggle after hysterical giggle from him. His legs stumbled and his shoulders bounced with the energy and need to squirm away, but he kept his stance.Â
The tickling traveled to his back, scribbling freely on his ribs and poking incessantly his spine until the young prince gave up from his form and turned around in pursue of his attacker, eyes closed from laughter, trying to push whoever was targeting his shoulderblades with so much wiggling and scratching away. His cheeks were in flames with the way squeaky hiccups began appearing in between his crackles.
He tried to open his eyes to better escape and fight his revenge, but there was already tears blurring his vision and, the moment he felt that soft touch worming its way to his sides, all he could do was sheath his sword and swing it around blindly, ignoring how silly he must been looking (he would never forgive himself if he cut Xiao Mengyou by mistake).Â
Strings of âno, no, no, let go!â fell in waterfalls from his mouth, yet they did nothing to stop his sides from being lavished in tiny pinches and a playful spidering. His head was thrown backwards with the force of his laughter as he hugged himself, unsuccessful to himself from being tickled to pieces.
A strong, warm hand was laid on his shoulder and, lost in his laughing fit, Lang Qianqiu almost couldnât catch when Guoshi said to let him go and the tickling feeling magically disappeared.
The prince couldnât help the way he wobbled on the same place, tittering snickers and wheezy chuckles still filling the air, and leaned on Fang Xin, his Guoshi rubbing his shoulder while keeping his other arm tightly close to his body. His face had that expression he always carried when he was about to lecture him and leave another writing assignment, but it disappeared as quick as it came when he noticed Lang Qianqiu watching, his eyes instead twinkling with a suave amusement.
The crown prince had just gotten his breath back when his eyes traveled the rest of the arena and he saw his friend just a few steps of them, looking strangely uncomposed with a red hue painting his face. Lang Quianqiu squinted warily as he noticed his gaze and jumped on the same spot, getting closer.
As he opened his mouth to say something, the prince beated him to it, quickly straightening himself and turning around to bow politely at Fang Xin.
âI request a small break, please, Guoshi!â
Also looking a tad restless, but never losing his posture, Fang Xin nodded, getting his sword and walking away, probably to read some poem book as he always did during their moments of rest. Lang Qianqiu paid him no mind and instead swiftly turned back to his friend, who still looked flushed and confused.
âYour Highness, are you alright? I saw-â
His words morphed to a shriek when the crown prince jumped on him, no other word exchanged or mercy in sight as he energetically clawed his belly, chasing his loud squeaks until a high pitched laughter began to fill the entire arena, promptly making Xiao Mengyou immediately try to muffle it all behind his hands.
âWait! Why!!â
With the flourish of someone who had done this plenty of times before and would continue to do so for plenty times more, Lang Qianqiu simply huffed - half amused and half annoyed - and turned around, successfully sitting on his legs and trapping him in a very tickly destiny. Mengyou, with the same ease of someone who had been in this situation plenty of times before and knew very well about his future fate, started to squirm and trash much before he felt his shoes being pulled out, pleas falling from his lips like raindrops during the summer.
âYou Highness, no! Not my feet, please, please! You know, you know I am the most ticklish there. Your Highness, just leave them alonEHEHE! NOHO!â
Lang Qianqiu did not, in fact, leave them alone. Instead, he dodge a kick - not before leaving a few scribbles on that sole for his trouble - and grabbed his other feet, holding his ankle down in a firm but gentle grip and spidering his fingers from the lowest point of his heel to his toes in a way that he knew it would leave his childhood friend crazy, watching with a smirk as he clamped his hands even harder over his mouth. Still, he was unsuccessful to muffle the uncontrollable crackles and squeals at each tiny scribble that escaped from his lungs. For this he blushed even more, kicks getting more energetic.Â
Mengyou tried to roll away and escape, but, since the attack that hit Lang Qianqiu a couple of moments ago had been unrelenting, following his every move and tickling him everywhere, so was his comeback. His blunt nails chased his squirming no matter where, delivering scratches across his entire sole and focusing his pokes and scribbles on the sensitive spots he already knew it tickled the most.
The crown prince huffed with no heat when another strings of pleas and a few protests mingled together with the stray screeches that he managed to fish every time he concentrated his tickling right in the middle of his arch, changing from soft touches, full of circles being drawn slowly on the sensitive skin, to scratching it with no mercy, hysterical giggles and bubbly laughter dancing mingled in the air. Finally, when another squeaky âYour Highnessâ escaped his friend, Lang Qianqiu declared enough. He turned around fiercely and crossed his arms, staring directly at his friend, who barely watched him back with how much squinting in a big smile his eyes were.
âYou were the first one to start it! Even attacking me in front of Fang Xin Guoshi.â Just the reminder of how he completely lost his composure and giggled like a kid in the middle of the fight made his cheeks burn hot. The fact that the other simply kept watching him with gleaming eyes and restless titters also didnât help. âDonât you think I am being fair?â
Xiao Mengyou kept snickering and snickering, head turning around in an attempt to hide his silly, disheveled state. Lang Qianqiu almost pouted with how even the most ruthless attack to his most ticklish spot couldnât make him stop hiding his face.
When more moments flew away with him staring at his friend and the other being lost in a mess of giddy giggles, he reached skillfully behind him for his toes, burying his wiggling fingers right under them and spidering energetically, a joyful smirk appearing easily in his face at how this finally made Mengyou low his arms and sit up, trying to push him off his legs without any real force.
Seemingly as his words finally sank on the otherâs mind, Mengyou answered. âYou t- attacked me first that day! I was only getting revenge.â A snort flew from his lips and his face got even redder. âItâs been such a long time, too, Your Highness. Why tickle me back now?!âÂ
Lang Qianqiu was speechless. âSuch a long time? That is it!â
He got out of the otherâs legs, waiting as he took his breath back.
His childhood friend looked at the crown prince with a mix of surprise and wariness. Lang Qianqiu took the opportunity to turn around and run his gaze across the arena, noticing that Fang Xin Guoshi was nowhere to be seen. Uh. Maybe he got hungry and went to grab a snack? Well, since he still had some business to complete, Lang Qianqiu didnât care to think too much about it.
His golden eyes glinted with mischief when they turned back to stare at Mengyou, who jolted on the same place and braced himself.
âLetâs have a tickle fight.â Lang Qianqiu copied him, also preparing himself, determination clear in every trace of his expression. Mengyou felt slightly amused with how serious he was taking this. âThe first one to surrender wins and the loser canât get revenge anytime soon.â
Mengyou looked thoughtfully at him and the crown prince was sure that his friend havenât made his mind, and yet wasted no time in looking for the perfect place to strike, somewhere that would make him boneless and closer to surrender, that would make him forget everything besides how much it tickled and swapped his energy quickly. He found himself doing just the same, eyes locking on his knees before they widened in realization.
âWait!â He scrambled to take off his own boots. âNow we are even.â
âYour feet arenât as ticklish as mine, Your Highness.â As it always did, his voice stumbled just the tiniest bit over the word âticklishâ, but it still maintained a grumbling tone. Lang Qianqiu held his chin pensitive. âAnd the imperial preceptor will be back soon, there is no need.â
He was right.Â
âMy sides are my most ticklish spot.â As he conceded, the crown prince began pulling the string that kept his stash together, robes starting to loose up as well. âThat is fine, I will just take off my upper robes.â
âDo not!â In a flash, there were hands pulling his away and quickly tying his stash firmly back. Mengyouâs voice stumbled again, tune equally serious and a tad hysterical. âWhat are you thinking, Your Highness?! What if Fang Xin Guoshi comes back or your parents decide to oversee your lessons today? How will we explain if they see you in that state? It would be irresponsible of you at least and shameless at worst!âÂ
Properly admonished, Qianqiu let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. âI didnât think about that.â Then he shook himself and focused on the matter at hand, gold, intense eyes watching Xiao Mengyou again. âWe must have a fair tickle fight, still. I canât have it any other way!â
Sigh. âItâs easier to worm my hands on your robes than for you to do the same with my boots during a ti⊠our fight. I will just put my shoes back.â
Lang Qianqiu gaped at him. âHow is that fair? Youâre hiding your ticklish spot while you just said itâs easier to get mine!â
âWell, you already got me there!â
âYouâre making excuses, you tickle me on my sides all the time!â
âYes, just like now.â
âExact- wait, wh-â But before he could finish, Xiao Mengyou was already jumping on him, skilled fingers working their way to his sides and squeezing in a much more energetically determined way than his attack during his lessons, making his muscles lock up in place as squeaking laughter immediately escaped from his lips. Before he could lose all his force to the laughter, the crown prince attacked back, and soon two sets of giggles, squeals and crackling laughter were filling the air.
Until the sighing mentor came and declared the break over, even if there was still a different kind of gleam in his eyes.
The same gleam that stared now right back at him, in the middle of that forest, centuries later, with the former king of YongâAn alone and Fang Xin, no, Xie Lian being accompanied by the very own Ghost King, his friend.
Lang Qianqiu tried to escape the white silk that had so suddenly wrapped itself around him and rendered the younger martial god immobile on the floor. It was futile.
âWhat is this!â He tried to wiggle and squirm, but the fabric kept a firm, yet non bruising, hold on him. Like this, there was no way he could show his former Guoshi how he had grown his combating skills and how he probably could, if not take him in an equal fight, at least be a worthy opponent. An explosive indignation at the unfairness of Xie Lianâs tactic began flaring on him. âLet me go, this is not fair!â
âYou didnât specify that we should only use swords in our fight. Ruoye is my weapon, afterall.â If Lang Qianqiu had ever doubted that Xie Lian was indeed his old mentor, all of it would be gone now. The scolding, teaching tone was just the same, even after all the time. Although, it felt more tired, now. Older. âBesides, you should always be prepared for your opponent using unhanded tactics and surprise ambushes. If this was a real combat, you'd be dead already.â
Hua Cheng chuckled and for a moment Lang Qianqiu felt a wave of deja-vu wash over him, reminding the younger one about a similar situation when he had been rendered immobile in the past.Â
(That is right, Qianqiu realized, with shame beginning to fight against him and prickle his skin, his Guoshi had been there too, hadnât he?)
After such a true, yet unforgiving point, his lips pressed into a thin line, displeased. It was all just the same and infinitely different from those days when he was a teenager.Â
For one, even with everything, Xie Lian seemed much more carefree. It was in the teasing tilt of his smile as he kneeled closer, in the slight slouch of his form, in the way he chatted and displayed emotions that had never been present in his in the imperial preceptorâs face before. Fondness, insecurity and, especially, indecision. Fang Xin Guoshi seemed sure in every step he took. When he lied to him and when decided to tell the truth, when he saved his life (again and again and again) and refused his invitation to a duel right after Lang Qianqiu discovered his identity. His Guoshi had been giant, indestructible, bigger than anything that crossed his way. Sometimes, Qianqiu still saw him that way, in his dreams and nightmares.Â
Overlapping the image of his teacher and the kind god that ascended thrice seemed impossible.
Then he remembers him rescuing him in the Ghost City. He remembers being equally saved when he was twelve. He remembers his resolute composure when he confronted him about being his former Guoshi and the warm hand on his shoulder when Xie Lian woke him up after the heavenly conference. The way that he looked at him now. Serious. Admonishing. Somehow still soft.Â
Suddenly piercing together those two images wasnât really difficult at all.
Very different and yet the very same.
âLet us fight seriously this time! Only swords, no other weapons, until one of us surrenders or blood is drawn. Let me go, Guoshi.â
Xie Lian sighed in the same way he did centuries ago, when Lang Qianqiu kept pestering him to teach him said foolish maneuver that saved his life. The young one trashed more energetically in protest. âI told you once, didnât I? âDo not charge right back in without correcting your mistakes and very much less without a planâ. Tell me, how could you have prevented me from winning the fight?â
Immediately his mind blanked with both the nostalgia and surprised feeling that ran through him and the former king stopped trashing, looking at his Guoshi with wide eyes. Xie Lian, then, looked horribly unsure for a moment, but in his next blink that expression was gone and he watched him in expectation, not taking his words back.Â
Lang Qianqiu could understand.
There was anger and indignation bristling in his chest. He wasnât that kid anymore, looking for the approval of his mentor, the person that he looked up to the most, the person that deceived him, who left a young boy, alone, scared, betrayed to rule an entire angered kingdom.Â
As soon as the anger came, however, it soon went away, leaving only tiredness and nostalgia behind. Lang Qianqiu didnât feel as furious as he had been when he discovered the entire truth, a long, long time ago. He wasnât as single focused on it as he once had been.Â
Itâs been so many years. So many centuries.
(Sometimes he still felt like that kid.)
As time passed in his silence, Xie Lian looked awkward, perhaps sad, and he recomposed himself, preparing to leave.
As usual, Qianqiuâs mouth moved first than his brain.
âI couldâve dodged Ruoye!â
Xie Lian froze on his way up, searching his face for something. He must have found it, since he went back to his kneeling position and Hua Cheng stopped looking at the younger with something dangerous in his glare. Lang Qianqiu itched to finish their previous fight. Before he could think too much about that, though, his former guoshiâs voice cut through his thoughts.
âIt would follow you no matter your move, which was already hindered by your surprise and slow reaction. Itâs a spiritual weapon with long range. Youâd still lose.â
He wanted to protest the use of âlosingâ on this occasion, since his victory truly couldnât hold any honor or weight after using such an improper ambush. However, before he could get a single word in, something white appeared in his vision field.
Lang Qianqiu blinked and turned to Ruoye, who seemed to shake in what seemed like an⊠attempt to a wave⊠or maybe it was a threat? The martial god would answer it in kind, even if just for the curiosity of seeing what the apparent sentient weapon would do, but his arms continued to be glued to his torso.Â
Something in his face must have answered it, since the silk twirled happily.
And then immediately proceeded to attack his defenseless neck and ears in a soft, light kind of tickle that made shivers run across his spine and his lips turn into a gigantic smile.
An old memory tried to resurface.
âWhahat is this?!â He protested in between his teeth. Tiny, high pitched giggles made his shoulders shake, Qianqiu did his best to both hold them in and try to escape the tickly attack. He scrunched up his shoulders, except this only encouraged the soft weapon to scritch excitedly behind his ears until he turned to hide them, leaving his neck open once more. He tried to shake his head, still the maddening, gentle scratching sensation followed him with no problems, dancing across his skin without a single worry. âDohonât! Let me go!â
An amused huff cut his silence. âMy, had I known about this, his capture at my kingdom wouldâve been much smoother and quicker. Maybe I could even have given a different, more exciting show to my subjects, raise his price a little.â
For a moment Lang Qianqiu imagined it and the scenario was so alarming that he immediately shook his head to expel it, throwing the embarrassing thought away. His giggles suddenly became much more difficult to keep at bay and, were it not for that, he would have some good words to share about Crimson Rain Sought Flowerâs clearly childish provocations!
âSan Lang, donât tease.â But Xie Lianâs tune was much more amused than chiding, hiding something in the depths of his words.
Lang Qianqiu turned around to demand he take his weapon away, but, just as he opened his mouth, Rouye decided to run across his spine and unleash an onslaught of unrelenting pokes and prodding on his sides, which made him arch his back and freed laughter to pour in waves from him, hysterical giggles twirling around every squeak and snort and suddenly the memory that had been itching in the back of his mind resurfaced.
The afternoon that Fang Xin Guoshi completed one year teaching him. Xie Lian never shared with the royal family the date of his birthday, so they decided to begin the tradition of celebrating this accomplishment instead. Lang Qianqiu couldnât stay still during the entire day, excitedly waiting for the end of his lesson, when he would be free to drag the imperial preceptor to his surprise gathering. His focus had been completely impossible to hold and he only managed to get distracted from the commissioned gift he had asked for Xiao Mengyou to bring him when, out of nowhere, during their sparâŠ
He then gasped in realization, turning his gaze at Xie Lian, narrowing eyes glistening in accusation, even if he was still unable to stop his uncontrollable loud laughter, especially as the prodding traveled to his ribs, spidering on them while getting dangerously closer and closer to his armpits, making him involuntarily squirm and snicker even more in anticipation.Â
Even so, he obligated his laughing mind to concentrate on his former mentor's silly shiny gaze.
âIt was you!â And, as if reading his mind and acting in protest, Ruoye drummed in that awful space where his pits and ribs connected, pulling a high pitched squeal out of his throat together with, of course, more crackles. âAnd Ruoye! You were the ones tickling me that day, not Mengyou!â
Xie Lian looked to the side with a way too innocent face to be genuine, a tiny, closed lip grin resting in his face, an almost silently amused, bigger smile escaping him. He didnât say nor deny anything. It was all the confirmation the former king needed.
As he continued to snicker, giggle and squeal, Qianqiu remembered about his ârevengeâ taken on his actually innocent childhood friendâŠXiao Mengyou definitely was going to kill him when he went to apologize that night. He could only hope it was not by the same way that Ruoye had decided to kill him that moment.
(Lang Qianqiu knew it was all a false hope, though.)
Xie Lianâs voice cut his thoughts.
âNow, again. Give me at least three ways you could have avoided this and Ruoye will let you go.â
Qianqiu felt the urge to grumble at this, but he snorted instead, starting to kick and protest when the soft silk gave the underside of his knee a curious poke.Â
It was all futile, though, his mentor was known for using different methods of teaching and centuries didnât change any of that, as it seems.Â
Lang Qianqiu could relate, he also had at least one feeling that truly didnât change after all this time, as well.
He would rather be running laps.
#Ticklish!Lang Qianqiu#Lee!Lang Qianqiu#Ticklish!Xiao Mengyou#tgcf tickles#tgcf tickling#Kanene's fic#Kanene's fanfic#LET'S GOOOO!!!! I FINISHED IT!!!! *FINALLYYYYY*#I am so so sooooo happyyyyy teheeeee#I feel like they are kind of ooc because I can't see xl trying to insert himself again in lqq life's after.... well everything#but maybe in this au where everything goes better... maybe..... bruh. the amount of PRIDE u can see in xie lian's pov when he first sees lq#it makes me want to sob#no kidding. when I started to write that moment in the forest I remembered the canon. closed the fic and went to watch funny videos to cope#hgfdfghjklkjhg PLEASE LET XIE LIAN BE HAPPY WITH THE 8765456 KIDS HE ADOPTED PLS#LET HIM AND HUA CHENG HEALTHILY BULLY LQQ WHILE HE GETS ALL BRISTLING AND >:[ angy boy#also rip mah bro mengyou dfghjkjhgfdfghj got tickled just because <3 <3 <3 how dare he be so cute <3 <3 peace and love#I like to think that in this au HC keeps pestering Lqq Just Because and Lqq keeps wanting to duel him#hgfdfghjkkjvbn And Xie Lian also teases him but in his Own Way and Lqq only gets even more >:00 while Mengyou tries to#put some rational thoughts in him because no. you can't win against them STOP calling them to duel you#sad spoilery thoughts ahead#have u ever stopped to think how lqq still calls XL 'guoshi' centuries later? How his teachings are so intengrained him even after so long?#how xl sacrificed himself just to keep lqq's belief that life can be black and white and fair? how this belief about faireness#was what kept his subjects alive? 'cause lqq refused to blame and kill them even tho every elder around him kept pestering him to do so#have you ever think about how he was just 17 and alone? how xl kept saving his life even centuries later? I do. I do think about it
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I was craving some romance and I'm one episode in and I AM LOSING IT I AM FUCKING GOING INSANE IT'S SO CUTE WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO MAKE AN EVIL MAN SNAP INTO A FULL ON SIMP WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO
#HE SAID âJUST TAKE MY BLACK CARD NO IT'S FâNO IT'S FINEâ#I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR#SHE IS ALSO SUPER CUTE AND PASTEL AND CUTE#the magical girl and the evil lieutenant used to be archenemies#also i finished Apothecary Diaries and ugly cried on the last episode how DARE you make me feel things
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Oda I am going to kill you for giving the little reindeer a tragic ïżŒbackstory.
#heâs so cute how dare you make him cry#oda I just want to talk about the mushrooms#I JUST WANNA TALK#lu reads one piece#tony tony chopper#one piece
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this dialogue path im so đđđ€đ€
#shriâiia going like you werenât THAT good đ as if she didnât come multiple times bc heâs probably more attentive than her matriarch#like I imagine her matriarch being a very selfish lover and she always receives and never gives and shriâiia being so used to that#so when the act 1 forest sex scene comes and astarion performs as he does and heâs very giving and thorough and more focused on her own#pleasure than his shriâiia is like ?? brakes screeching noises in her brain sheâs not used to this btw#not to mention sheâs already drunk as fuck and trying so very hard to ignore the pain in her chest from oath breaking#so she gets even more confused and she just lets him do what he wants to do#cue the morning after .. âyou werenât THAT goodâ whatever youâre just saving face đ#anyway. I like this dialogue path too bc you get an insight on astarionâs pov where he says he was holding back and making his excuse#when he was probably dissociating / feeling disgusted at having to do his routine again#but then itâs all part of his plan so he gotta do it. also thatâs what he knows how to do so he has to do it and liking it is a diff matter#but when he says the âhow dare youâ like it feels more playful so I think that kind of dynamic where they clown on each other is what they#both like. I also think that in the second time they sleep together itâs a bit more playful bc theyâre getting that kind of dynamic more#based on the flirting scenes you can get prior the second time he offers to sleep together again#but to me when they overtly flirt / or when they fuck is when the seeds of the romance are planted .. it only develops when they start to#hang out with each other lol. like this whole romance thatâs built on deceit and using each other#gets developed bc they actually like being in each otherâs company đđ idk thatâs so cute to me#and when theyâre actually together itâs like. this slowburn where theyâre not putting any labels on it#they just hang out with each other for the next couple of hundred years and occasionally get married#multiple times for the attention and gifts lol#actually have more thoughts abt astarion/shriâiia đ theyâre infesting my mind like mold#shut up about bg3.#bg3 spoilers
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Wait Iâm sorry why does tumblr not have a page for this man
(I apologize to my mutuals in advance for the rant I am abt to go on)
The one on the left btw (the guy on the right is a sweetie too but heâs not Clark Kent ykwim)
What the fuck are these pictures
Nah Iâm sorry Mr. Not-Clark Kent deserves some justice.
I mean he does get the girl in the end, but YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.
This is a tragedy.
He has the kindest smile Iâve ever seen on a man in 90s television WHAT THE FUCK. Internet youâve failed me
All I get are these shitty stock photos đ
53rd thousandth why do only three people agree that this is a totally crushable man
Heâs gentle and an old-fashioned gentleman and he gets Parker smoothies and he doesnât care about her oddities. THIS IS A MAN THAT MAKES BABIES LAUGH
TUMBLR, HOW YOUVE FAILED ME. I searched for hours. Nothing. How??? This is TUMBLR!!
LIFE HAS FAILED ME. THIS MAN SHOULDVE BEEN CLARK KENT
(This is me have a slight breakdown bc Iâm realizing one of my earliest tv crushes is absurdly niche. When I was a kid I thought for sure he was Superman đ)
I need a new Superman series about grandpa Superman staring this man. Please.
#leverage#leverage: redemption#todd mcsweeten#so cute#life how dare you#make him grandpa Superman now
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trying to determine which parts of my relationship with sex are asexuality, which are trauma, and which are autism is like trying to have a conversation with three people talking loudly and all at once
#just to be clear: asexuality as a result of trauma or neurodivergency is still asexuality. full stop no debate.#anyway because i love oversharing on tumblr dot com: feeling very sex repulsed on this day#i was joking with some guy about fighting each other (specifically said ''you ever fight a girl over 200 lbs? id break your ribs'')#and like three different people said something like ''well that would probably turn him on''#and. listen. i get it. that was a joke response to my joke threat#but what i felt in that moment and still feel now requires nothing short of academic study to understand#first of all: how dare they make me feel embarrassed in a social setting when i was doing so well.#secondly: why the fuck would me making a threat make them instantly think of sex#thirdly: how fucked up is my body image that i hear that and immediately think they're all out of their minds#i like fat women. i am personally attracted to fat women. not (usually) sexually but i do think they are very nice to look at#so why is it so hard for me to accept that someone else could find me attractive as well !#i think about being in a situation where a relationship and/or sex is a real possibility and i flinch like its going to hurt me#but why???? where is this aversion coming from !!!!! i am a hopeless romantic i daydream about romance all the time#so whats the deal here. is it subconscious bc of my asexuality and i associate romance with sex?#is it because of my autism where i associate romance with touch and am afraid i am too unempathetic to have a chance?#or (most likely) is it just because im so fucking scared of trusting someone that even the thought makes me nauseous#did this all crop up from a throwaway sex joke? yes#but people don't make sex jokes to me. people don't even pretend to allude to me being cute#this same group of people said a few weeks ago ''at least you're pretty''#which. is not the case!!!!!!! people do not say those things to me because they don't want to even slightly entertain that idea !!!!!!!#and i am extremely tired of having my life upended because of this#i have always been treated like i was ugly and teased about it and i FINALLY have managed to be okay with not being attractive#and now that im okay with it: NOW is when the pretty jokes start. im fucking angry about it actually#i can't be both. i cannot think of myself in terms that abstract. i am one or the other#and this leads me to believe that people think i COULD be pretty. but the catalyst is that i am fat and therefore cannot be attractive#which just makes me more angry!!!!!!!!!!!#how can i be completely indifferent to sex and attraction without seeming juvenile. i don't care so so much#but every time that sort of thing happens i feel like im 13 again and the hot jock is talking to me#i need to be put down. something's wrong with this one (me)#i realize i can't stop people from making sex or appearance jokes but god i wish i fucking could
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IT'S ABT FKN TIME!!!!
DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH DIAMONDS I SPENT ONLY TO GET A SINGLE CARD??!!
1250 DIAMONDS!!
1250 damn diamonds only for your first card! Don't expect me to pull again to awaken your card cuz this not gonna happen bae!!đ€šđ€šđ€šđ€š
#I love him so so so so so much...#koga you gorgeous mf đđđâ€âš#THE STORY WAS HELLA CUTE I CANT'T!!đđ#FUTABA HOW DARE YOU MAKE THIS PRECIOUS BOY UPSET!??!!#IT WAS UNINTENTIONALLY BUT STILL-#ayakashi romance reborn#ayakashi koi meguri#ayakashi koga#ayakoi#koga kitamikado
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KNOTTY GIRL!
Synopsis. Your boyfriendâs in his rĂșt? No worries! Of course, youâre there to help.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, omĂ©gaverse AU, alpha!JJK men, RĂTS, knĂłts, brĂ©eding, Ănnappropriate use of jujutsu techniques, jealousy (Tojiâs side), slight fĂłodplay (Nanami), making Sukuna BREAK, cĂșmplay, spĂtting, PĂSSYDRUNK JJK MEN, mentions of kids, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Last day of k!nktober, this month was lovely and so were yâall.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mine, doll.
Truthfully, you shouldnât even be here - you shouldnât have dared to step through Tojiâs firmly shut door for a reason.Â
Because heâd already warned you he wasnât going to be himself once his rut hit, already musing that your cute lilâ self wonât be able to keep up with him this day. This week.
Yet, here you were - folded into such a mean mating press.Â
âToji.â youâre hiccuping when he furiously fists the thickened base of his cock, giving one, two tight squeezes before drooling out in stringy wads of cum from the reddish divot on his fat head, smearing your puffy folds in a sweltering white, white gloss. âD-donât be such a hngh- tease-â
And he can only grin, âShoulda thought of that before ya came up hah- begging for my cock, doll.â Tapping the hot curve of his still-hard tip in a sopping wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit. Youâre watching with glassy eyes as his thick thumb smears over the milky dredges of cum. Popping it shamelessly into his mouth, âBecause this pretty pussy is mine now, ma.âÂ
Just the thought has him wrenching out an animalistic groan. Using his inhuman strength to haul you even further down the sinfully soaked silken sheets, he throws your trembly legs over two broad, sculpted shoulders.Â
You moan and Toji canât help but snicker. Canât help but throw his head back with a sleazy grin, âI t-told ya not to catch me like this, needy girl.â Eyes glowing, dragging that pert scar of his smugly down the side of your ankle, before plugging you full- âNow, jusâ sit back nâ let me make a pretty momma outta ya.â
He grunts once your velvety walls close in around his heavy girth, massaging down the sensitive divots of his rock-hard shaft. Shit, he was going to spend every waking minute of this week making you memorize it.Â
Viciously he snaps his hips down, bulging knot kissing your swollen folds with a wet thwack! thwack! thwack!
âD-didnât think youâd be so mean.â youâre puckering your glossed lips into a pout. Gliding your fingers across his rippling abs, it makes his hulking body just shiver, hips stuttering sloppily.Â
âD-d-d-didnât think this cunt of yours would be so slutty.â heâs mocking in his baritone rumble, big beefy arms caging you in to split you apart with every swollen inch of his massive cock. Fucking out those utterly bratty words on your tongue.Â
Tojiâs thick digits curl firmly around your throat, running a fat thumb down the side of your still-unmarked scent gland. He positively titters at the way you jolt, âSo would ya ah- c-care to explain why my girl sâsuddenly smellinâ like fuckass Shiu?â
Fuck - youâd forgotten. Being too caught up with Toji to remember how youâd run to the other alpha to understand how to help your dear boyfriend, still wafting with his smokey sweet scent.
Your inner omega whines, clawing to prove him wrong. âN-Noââ The words are barely falling from your stupidly drunken mouth before your voice just hitches, strangling out the remnants of a syrupy moan that makes him twitch. âP-promise I jusâ met him to h-help-â
But oh, Toji was more animal than man right now.
A thundering growl cracks at the very back of his throat, rummaging at the very bottom of your pussy with no mercy. And no apologies, either. âIs that so?â His teeth nip on your lips, âHeheh, sure thaâs right. But when Iâm done with you-â And something oozing from his tone told you that Toji didnât mean it to be âdoneâ for a long, long time. â-every other fuckerâs gonna look at you nâ know youâre mine.â
The bed creaks riotously when heâs bucking his toned hips into you so hard that you see Tojiâs creamy skin redden.Â
And Toji was always massive - but in rut he couldnât stop all the blood pumping twofold into his expansive girth, nudging past every bruised sweet spot and even more.Â
âMy pretty girl- fuck- even prettier full wâme-â heâs spitting wetly into your pathetically slack lips. Peppering eager kisses down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, lolling his tongue out to suck on your tits.Â
His eyes were drooping shut, mouth babbling out drunken purrs of your name. âFuck- fuck when mâgonna ngh- have these girls all swollen fâme.â One of his hands attach thoroughly at your breasts, circling his fingers over where your nipples were the most sensitive. And heâs smashing into you so rawly, sneaking his fingers all glistening with cum into your already snugly stuffed cunt. Plugging more in and in. âFill you up so much yer gonna ngh- gonna feel me for months-â
âYes yes yes-â youâre sobbing out, being fucked utterly stupid on his cock. âWanâ ah- wanâ it so bad, Toji.â
He chuckles out smugly when your teary sweet lips glide across his in a messy kiss, tightening the fingers around your throat to crane your pretty neck upwards. Into a proper kiss, pinkish lips wrapped around your tongue - he sucks.
âYou donât just âwantâ it, ma.â His pants grow harsh, shuddering, stars bursting behind his dewy, dark eyes every time your spongy cervix makes his slams recoil backwards. âYer gonna need it.â
Your spine curves so deliciously upwards into his front when the two long digits sunken into your entrance spread just enough for your sloppy hole to be fed Tojiâs achy knot. Pinning you down with his pressurized weight to stop your squirmy wrangling.Â
âGonna need me in ya, so hah- much that this sweet lilâ pussyâs gonna be twice her size, heh-â Those obscenities in his voice make you gasp. âAll round nâ gorgeous- theyâll hngh know what Iâve done. Every single fucking one sâgonna look at you and see me me me-â He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, hard.Bonding. âCosâ youâre mine, doll.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - More, more, more
âK-Ken, sâeverything alright?â Your voice trembles with the tiniest whimper when youâre whirling your glassy eyes over your shoulder, meeting your husbandâs darkened ones locked on you.
âOf course, my love.â Comes Nanamiâs answer - but, shit, you already knew better. âJ-just keep doing what youâre doing.â
Thereâs such a sodden drag of clothes on clothes resounding throughout your cozy kitchen, and your fingers shake where you were whisking a batch of sweet, sweet frosting.Â
Because you could already catch the way his words broke into a gruff moan, the slight shiver in his Adamâs apple as his hot, thickened cockhead twitches ferally. Hips buck up against you desperately.Â
Heâd come home to you in rut.Â
He was needy, bothered. Barely even changed out of his work clothes before heâs clutching roughly onto the fabric of your apron.
Youâre whining, âKenâ we needa get you-â
âShhh my pretty wife, mâalright, mâalright. Donât- ngh! Worry about me, darling. Just-â He gulps before loosening his favorite yellow tie - the room too hot. Scent glands puffing out another heatwave of his expensive pine smell, his massive hands trace down the curve of your hips. Mindlessly. Kneading.
SMACK!
Shit, he didnât even mean to do that.Â
But oh how you gasp so prettily at Nanamiâs unusually harsh treatment, the barely-there sound being instantly picked up by his sharpened senses. Restless. Mouth watering.Â
God, he could cum just like this. He was ruined for you.
âMâalright jusâ a rut- keep doing- hngh-â he gasps, a feverish puff against your ear as your bodies glissade across one another. âJusâ- ahh- fuck- jusâ need a bit more, my love.â Free hand dancing down your forearm to help you stir your bowl, the other ravenously leading a hot trailway to the hem of your cotton shorts. Pulling - tearing.Â
Your shorts are left nothing but tatters on the floor, and Nanamiâs throwing his head back with a drunken grin. Eyes falling half-shut at the absolute mess your cunt has made, dribbling a glossy sheen down your inner thighs.
Yeah, shit, this was what heâd left work early for.Â
And you could tell he was still staring, still gleaming a translucent coating with just a single roll of his thumb over your throbbing clit. Dragging the very edge of his fingernail down, down, down the crevice of your pretty pussy lips.Â
And heâd do it all over again.
You moan - and as soon as you do, youâre finding yourself shoved onto the cool tile of the kitchen counter as Nanami doubles over. âM-more?â
His teeth grit, canines bared, grunts of your name spilling over and over when he hovers them over your racing pulse. Sweat-slicked strands of blond tickle your nose when heâs heaving out, âYes, darling- j-jusâ a bit more. Just a bit.â One hand of his curls around your throat, wrangling you into such a sweet, sweet french kiss. â-I need it- fuck- need it- sâalright, is it?â
Yes yes yes, your inner omega was keening out to him. Your own shaky fingers tugging lightly on his hair in a way that makes him nip at your mating mark.Â
But Nanami didnât even need that to already know your answer by the way your hip squirm back in wet, swiveling gyrations. Again. And again and again. Honeyed little movements that make him gasp.Â
âShit- ohhh, smell so good- need you so badly-â his gentle baritone voice breaks with something primal. You flinch at the echoing clatter of his belt onto the hardwood floors, and the feeling of something steaming hot pressing into your skin. âNeed- you- fuck, didnât think Iâd even make it this hah- long. Been thinkinâ about breeding this sweet cunt all day.â
Then heâs kissing down the very edge of your drooling pussy with a sweeping swipe! of his fat head. Peaking in just the very beginnings of that sinful curve, meshing your sopping folds with his prominent veins that thump thump thump away against your cunt.Â
Enough to have him panting - crying out. Pound after pound.
âStuffinâ ya full- Oh god, y-you have no idea what you do to me-â Nanamiâs strict brows furrow into the tightest knit, and his words take on a ragged tone that makes you clench. An obscene little action that he feels against the very tip of his achy cock, gushing out a sticky slosh of precum that sticks to you like a second skin. âNo- hah- wait- no no no no- keep âer open fâme, my love.â
Those toying fingers on your clit give a sudden pull at the very peak of the sensitive nub - leaving your body wracking with shudders long enough to have Nanami splitting you apart.Â
The bowl is knocked over now, and Nanami takes the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours into the most innocent little hold. Dragging your intertwined hands up for him to press a flurry of pecks onto, sucking up that sugary sweet mess on your digits.Â
Something you barely even register with how deliciously he was stretching out your snug insides, fucking out each and every thought in your hazy mind with quick, shallow grinds just to fit inside. âSpit.â heâs gritting his teeth at the feeble resistance, and he can feel the way your cunt gapes all around him. âSpit in mâmouth-âÂ
You do, Nanami groaning appreciatively, gaze flurrying shut. Your puffed-out folds bulging around his hefty cock, snapping deeply into you. Again and again.
All the way until-
âHah- shit- jusâ a bit more-â Nanamiâs groaning, eyes narrowing over his now-disarrayed glasses when heâs greedily thumbing apart your slick-glossed folds. Eyeing himself all stuffed and overspilling inside you, your sloppy hole trying desperately to milk his fattened knot. Clenching around the very tip of the bulge. âFuck back into me now, darling- ah- fuck back into me nâ lemme make you a pretty momma- jusâ a bit more.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Tongue-twister
Just a taste. Just one.
Two.
Four.
Over and over. Whenever Geto Suguru was on his rut, he couldnât think of a better heaven than where he was right now - locked in-between those pretty thighs of yours. With you splayed out on the tatami mats of his firmly shut bedroom, your legs on his muscled shoulders, drenched panties pulled just enough to the side to stuff your puffed-up clit in his drunken mouth.
âS-Suguruââ
You feel a sudden - barely-there - nip at the very peak of your sodden sensitive bud. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have your entire body jolting with electricity, Geto snickering against your swollen folds.Â
âFine- hngh Suguââ youâre crying out, fingers interlacing in his long, soft strands in a pathetically useless attempt to drag him from making out with your poor overworked pussy. âI donâ know- ah if I can cum a-again.âÂ
That has him quirking up a dark brow in question, parting with your drippingly wet cunt with a gasping grunt of disappointment. You can only watch when his overly-glossed bottom lip wobbles, âDonât want you to cum again, gorgeous.â Heâs pouting, delicate strings of slick snapping with every peck after peck planted on your clit. âI want you to squirtââ
Oh, god, he was hypnotized.
Barely being able to get out the words before reattaching his sly lips down to your own, meshing them in a sopping wet french kiss. It leaves you bucking, and he distantly wonders whether heâd see the imprint of the tatami on your back tomorrow. âY-youâre so addicted, Sugu-â
âNo mânot.â Getoâs pulling out a sudden squelch as he spits a sudden wad of thick, silvery spit down onto the very middle of your puffy pussy lips. Smearing a thumb down between them up and down up and down- before swirling those slender digits easily past your sloppy hole. âSânot my fault youâre so hngh- irresistible- sâyours.â
Shit, to be honest, Geto couldnât even register what he was saying right now. Couldnât think of anything but the way you tasted so sweet on his tongue - as syrupy as that scent of yours was puffing out. He wanted- needed more more more-
Heâs grinding his painfully aching cock down like some animal, slithering down his free hand to knead over the bulging shaft in quick, solid slides.Â
Matching the pace of those two fingers massaging your gummy walls. So hot inside itâs like you were melting, milking his fingers so plianty with every languid push and pull into your g-spot.
âJusâ one more tasteâ hah- hold up my hair, canât see- yeahhh jusâ like that.â Getoâs whining once your trembly fingers wrap tight to collect his stray locks, giving you the perfect view of his high cheeks hollowing. Rosy pink lips wrap around your clit to suck once more. And if his voice cracked ever-so-slightly at the end, well, he was only grateful that his beautiful girl was too fucked-out to notice right now. âSânot addicted if I only want one more- is it? Câmon, honey- please, honey, for me?â
Every groan has such lewd shockwaves sprinting through all your veins, and the sheer overstimulation makes big fat tears well up behind your eyes. God, it was too much.Â
Noticing, heâs letting out such calming pheromones of sandalwood - enough to make you dizzily babble out, âThink Iâm- ahh- think mâclose- Suguââ To bring you close. Something was pulling taut, knotting in your stomach almost painfully.Â
Suddenly, the heady room resounds with a wet gasp - and only later do you realize that it came from Geto himself.
Because oh, are you cumming - and itâs pulled out from all of Getoâs filthiest wet dreams. Because not only do you cum, youâre squirting all down the lower half of his pretty face. Your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter around his head with each crashing wave of pleasure.Â
âShit- ngh-â youâre sobbing out, cheeks wet with all the big, bulbous tears that your high brings. âOh fuck- Sugu mâcumming mâcumming nâ sâall your fault- ah-â
âMânot addicted.â Is all he can spit out into your convulsing pussy, over and over like his own personal mantra. And itâs only when your orgasm bates into mere tingles, when your eyes roll back down from the back of your head, head just slightly clearer that he can manage to rip himself away.Â
Still, groaning gutturally at the loss of your sweet, sweet cunt - he looked so pretty this way.Â
Dark hair untamed, curtaining his glassy, pussydrunken eyes. Practically glowing in the dim lighting, devouring you just as much as his mouth had. Glossy, it drip! drip! drips down onto your shaky thighs with every bead of your juices heâd lapped up. Leaving a syrupy aftertaste on his tongue and shit, was he hooked.Â
In a split-second, Getoâs smoothly towering his body over yours, placing a sodden kiss right on your lips to let you taste all the honeyed sweetness yourself.Â
But just as you were distracted by how rudely he was claiming your tongue, youâre feeling the sharp smack! of something hard and swelteringly hot on your shamelessly spread pussy. His knot.
And then the squelch of ribbon after ribbon of Getoâs hot cum spurting out. Over and over.Â
His body half-collapses onto yours, every gushing wave of sticky seed so violent that his head throws back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Shit, orgasms during a rut always did crash headfirst. Always did have his furiously weepy head dripping out in overly voluminous dredges of thick cum.
âJusâ ohhh- one more t-taste before I hngh- breed this cute cunt.â Geto hiccups, wet lashes batting up at you in a lazy way from in-between your legs. Long tongue dragging over the mess, smearing across the sheen of white. Every single pearlescent wisp - only to spit it back out onto your cunt. âFor now.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âPleaseâŠâ
Youâre snapping your head down at Choso teary plea, pecking at the corner of his wobbly lips. All pinkened and kissed raw, wobbling when he begs, âF-for my first knot can I oh- cum inside, baby?â
Shit, your poor boyfriend was so pretty looking up at you with his twinkling, dewy eyes like this. His creamy skin flushed, twitchy fingers craning upwards to grab at the headboard to keep some sense of his sanity when you glide your dripping wet cunt down his cock.
His mouth gasps open in a feverish puff of your name over and over when your gooey walls in turn just squeeze around his sweltering hot girth. Velvety walls sucking up every thrumming vein down his length.
âPleaseâ ah-â Chosoâs breath hitches upwards in both volume and pitch when your hips slam down in a particularly harsh squelch! Mouth lolling open at both the filthy way you were riding him and your teasing silence. âBaby- oh, baby please say- s-something-â
You canât stop your syrupy giggle from escaping your lips, âAwww, mâsorry Cho, What did you say you wanted again?â
And Choso has always been the type to be so greedy when he has you in bed - but youâve never seen him like this. His first ever rut - a late bloomer - and oh, did that make him extra sensitive.Â
Mouth slacking open into a broken cry, frustrated droplets of sweat beading down his forehead, his slender hips just rut upwards in a pressurized thrust that has your sloppy pussy dragging down every one of his swollen inches.Â
Spearheading so deliriously deep, his length swirls around to easily massage your tenderized sweet spots.
So needy.
âWant to- want to cum insideââ he whines, thick lashes fluttering at the heavenly feeling inside you. You feel two of his soft palms attach themselves to your hips, bleary gazing tilting downwards to watch himself grind up, up, up trying desperately to squeeze his achingly fat knot into your tight pussy. âWanna make ya a momma. T-to breed my pretty omega, please- Sâcalling to me- it hurts ah-â
âMy poor babyââ youâre humming, with that honeyed tone of yours that makes the very end of his furiously leaky cock twitch. Leaning down to kiss away his big, pearlescent tears, âYou sure you want to-â
âYes!â heâs cutting you off with a long, dragged-out groan. Head throwing back over and over into the plush pillows when heâs feeling your snug, swollen pussy lips spread over the bulging curve of his knot. Bit by bit. âYes yes yes- please more- hngh- t-take it allâ needa-â One of his thumbs caresses right over where he knew your womb to be, feeling for the nudge of his thick, bulbous head swipe a wet glide across your walls. â-need to make you mine here, too.â
Just as heâs pressing the thick curve of his thumb down hard, both of your ravenous bodies glide together in a harsh ram.Â
And shit - you already knew by the way that Chosoâs dilated eyes roll to the back of his head, the way his biceps flex with a wracking shudder, the sudden cracking moan of your name - that heâd plugged you full of his knot.
With a gasp your heady senses catch up around the staggeringly wide stretch. The way this was all it took for your elastic walls to constrict around him, being pushed to your very limits. Pulled taut.
Then and only then do the both of you realize that both of you are cumming.Â
Your toes curling, moaning out a shrill, âShit- shit shit shit- Iâmââ Before the zaps of white-hot pleasure take over your mind, being fucked pathetically stupid on Chosoâs raging cock.Â
His feet plant flat on the silken sheets to buck up in meeting your sloppy staccato, his hipbones smack into yours in hard kisses to drag out your pleasure.Â
âYes- oh god.â Itâs just about all that he can whimper out right now, and heâs boring his eyes up at you like you were one. Strong arms wrap around your still-shivering waist, until Choso was whispering in hot puffs against your ear, âGonna fill this ah fuck- t-tight pussy.â Nodding you through every thick wad of seed knocking at your womb, drool dripping down each side of his lips. It overspills - from both lips. âY-youâll take it right? Every drop? Gonna hngh- make me a fuck- daddy, right, babyâ?â
Fuck, right now all you can do is squeal.Â
Let yourself be easily manhandled by all of Chosoâs strength when he flips the two of you over, kneeing apart your thighs to fold you in half for him. A thorough mating press, âYeah- yeah you are-â he breathes into your lips. âSheâs gonna have my eyes- nâ your p-pretty smile ah- nâ sheâll call ya âmommaâ and ohh-â
Just then, for how badly Choso wanted you all full of his knot, he finds himself bawling at the way his stuttering hips can no longer thrust into you back and forth. Locked in place.
âStill gotta-â heâs gasping out through wet licks up the tears streaming down your face. And thereâs something so darkly primal in Chosoâs tone - something there to send shivers down your spine, to remind you exactly what he is in a rut. â-gotta fill ya up more, ngh- mâstill so hard- still cumming, baby.â Furiously, heâs grinding his hips in needy gyrations, weepy cock surging further and further to knock up against your g-spot. âStill need to- breed- you-â
One of Chosoâs palms comes pressing down hard onto where his cum was sloshing around your inner walls, and with the dredges of creamy white that spill out - so does his slightly-softened knot.
Enough for him to grin such a dangerous grin.Â
Drunken, humorless. Whispering, âPlease, baby- c-can my second knot be inside, t-too?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - NO CONTROL!
âFuck-â youâre hearing Sukunaâs ragged grunt against your ear, low and dark in a way that only his deep baritone could be. âFuck.â
Oh how you wanted to ask him what was wrong - you wanted to raise your bleary eyes from the silken pillows spread across his royal bed.Â
But Sukuna was plummeting his hefty cock into you so deeply, pound after pound that has you scrambling to catch your breath desperately. His thick head was branding circular bruises at the very end of your spongy cervix, girthy shaft stretching you from the inside out.Â
And this was only his human form.
He curses at the clingy grip of your gooey walls, unable to tear his devilishly red eyes away from how well your sodden folds were puffed up around him. Milking his staggering size so well.
It has his kiss-bitten lips a little looser than heâd have liked, âFuck, this filthy pussy of yours mighta jusâ th-thrown me into a rut, brat.â
âWhat?â youâre gasping, all the air tucked away in your lungs being fucked with another shuddering slam into you. Your limbs tremble where youâre bounced against his hard front on all fours, barely managing to choke out, âY-youâre in a rut, Kuna?â
âHeh, yes.â
Sukuna canât help but bark out a rumbling bout of laughter at the way your pretty mouth falls slack. Drool dripping down the side of your lips in a way that he really canât help but crane over his hulking body to lick. A long, languid drag of his tastebuds.
âYeahhh- really did kickstart my hah- rut. You naughty girl- now I hafta breed this cute cunt.â Five of his thick fingers kiss the very curve of your ass in a sudden swat, and the sting makes your cunt drool down his inches. Gliding down in a greedy trail to curl around the urgent swelling at his already-thick hilt, he swipes at the syrupy translucent beads of your slick pooling at the very top. âYet, how come youâre more hngh- affected than me, huh, silly girl?â
Laughably, the only things that your blabbing mouth could get out right now were a few cockdrunken whines and whimpers.Â
Music to Sukunaâs ears. That is, until-
âHah! Sukuna!â
That makes him snap his scrunched eyes open - shit, when did he even close them? Sculpted, broad chest heaving with shuddering inhales for air, and a sudden wave of fatigue mixed with the saccharine sweet high of being sunken into your drooling pussy hits him.
It has him handling two of his hands into a bruising grip on the small of your waist, and the other two-
Other two?
âY-youââ youâre mewling, each one of your throaty moans spilling and slurring together at how utterly full you felt. Double the sinful stretch of just mere moments before. â-you shifted into your ngh- true form!â
Indeed, the notorious king of curses was so hypnotized by your pussy that he hadnât even realized when heâd slid back into his true form. Beefy biceps flexing as his inhuman hold on your body roughens, twin cocks spearheading into you maddeningly.Â
His pheromones are so overpowering right now, the slight tinge of spice and metal makes the omega in you already purr in satisfaction.
âY-yeah?â Heâs gritting out through clenched teeth, and those sharpened canines make you clench. Makes him use every shred of willpower to pretend that he wasnât as fucking out of control as he was right now. âN-nâ what about it, brat? Donât hear ya ah- complaininâ.â
Yeah, heâs letting his head throw back, totally on purpose, right?Â
Twice the stretch had your teeth sinking down into the pillows. Matchingly throbbing girths drawing matching glides down all your sweet spots, you feel him jostle and bump into each of his cocks. Kissing dripping wet kisses to your cervix and your g-spot your cervix and your g-spot- Gurgling out only little pleas-
âWhaâs this-â youâre hearing Sukuna seethe from above you, voice a few octaves higher than usual. One of his towering palms easily wraps around both your wrists. Hoisting you upwards, â-started my rut nâ now youâre not letting me hear it?â
Youâre now fully supported in midair by him - his absolute favorite position.
Because of the perfect angle to spy the way your cunt was swallowing every one of his powerfully pressurized thrusts.Â
To have his seeping hot cum trickle out of your surely overspilling cunt - down to his achingly tight balls. Where heâd scold you for wasting his precious seed, and then fuck it back into you all over again.
Because with this, Sukunaâs dancing up one hand about halfway up your stomach, pressing down brandingly where he can feel the bulge of his two thick cocks. âGuess thaâs hah- twice the amount mâgonna fill ya up-â Pressing down with all five digits splayed out. Hard. Your body erupts with tremors when his second hand toys deftly with little circles around your puffed-up clit. â-twice my chances of g-gettinâ an heir-âÂ
Youâre bouncing uncontrollably back and forth into Sukunaâs riotous hips, making him gulp at the few strings of wispy white spurting out of his furiously weepy divots.Â
Half-deliriously, he wonders whether youâd be able to take two knots.
Shit, his fattening knots leave wet thwacks at your pussy lips, those ringing squelches only growing louder and louder in your ear as soon as his third hand scissors open your messy entrance even further. Vision spinning when your honeyed scent has him shooting blanks already, stickily soaked balls clenching painfully.Â
Again. And again and again-
You were putty in his hands, surely at his mercy. âSo the o-only question now isââ Or, at least, thatâs what Sukuna was making it seem. Grunting, when he knows heâs on the very tipping point of cumming in such thick, voluminous wads already. â-are ya gonna be a good queen nâ gimme all that?â
He was no match for you.
⥠GOJO SATORU - Like an animal
âSweetheart- oh, sweetheartââ Gojoâs leering after a hefty gulp of saliva, his breathing comes out in pants. Heaves. Fanning your face in an utterly feverish way, âSweetheart, weâre not making it outta this alive.âÂ
And this was the fifth time he was echoing this mantra tonight - the fifth time since breaking down your apartment door into the tiniest of splinters. The floor rattling as the strongest strode his way to take you right then and there on your living room table, already in the throes of his rut.
Ready to ruin.
Looking like he was about to kill.
âToru- Toru someone could walk by-â youâre gasping, barely able to catch your breath with the sheer, staggering amounts of punishing thrust he was planting on your cunt. Shoveling all thickened inches into you with no mercy or regret. âTheyâre g-gonna see, Toruââ
Not to mention, the sudden crack! of mahogany wood as the cool surface of the table sags down on one side. Already broken.Â
And the first thing youâre being given in response is the powerful slap! of his swollen knot against your puffy pussy lips, leaving a stinging kiss that has you keening.Â
The second is your back hitting the soft bounce of your plush mattress - all the way in your bedroom. Teleported in nothing but a split-second.Â
âS-sâthis ah okay, then?â Gojo tongue half-lolls out with his broken moans, and your glassy eyes peer through your lashes at those bolts of purple jujutsu at the very edges of his half-lidded eyes. âCanât complain now- h-huh- canât ahâ jusâ let me fill ya up now.â
God, heâs fucking himself pathetically stupid on your gummy cunt, every slobbering drag down your velvety walls having his lids drooping closer together, minty scent puffing out mindlessly, words tinging with a primal sort of hoarseness.Â
Youâre squealing at the wet thwacks! when heâs pounding you into your fresh silken sheets. âY-youâre so infuriating-â
And just as your mouth opens in a sloppy whine, Gojoâs taking the lewd opportunity to spit a wad of syrupy sweet saliva onto your tongue. Grinning at the breathless way youâre taking it all - on instinct. By nature.Â
âAnd yet your o-omega loves me as ah- much as ever, huh?â he whispers down at your pretty self, words honeyed with the sort of smugness that only Gojo Satoru could have.Â
As if to prove his little point, heâs crushing you even harder with his weight. Strong arms jostling your limply falling legs to lock around his neck so easily, and shit- he could feel the way the very end of his fat, rotund head poke into the bullseye of your g-spot. Sensitive slit swiping back and forth on your heavenly cunt-
But it still wasnât enough.
CRACK!
Just as soon as the creaking protest of the bed rings across your dazed mind, Gojoâs hauling the two of you into a sitting position. Your cunt sat prettily down his long cock, being bounced up and down with the help of his jittery hands clenched roughly around your waist.Â
âWh-what-â you mewl, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Nails digging red hot marks down the plane of his milky shoulders, âWhat even b-brought this onââ
âSome fucking curse-â heâs rolling his eyes, with a mindless swat of the slender, rounded tips of his fingers on your clit. Bringing them up, up, up to be popped into his mouth - making him moan. âHeh- canât help but think about how much sweeter youâd be when I finally breed this pretty cunt.â
And you didnât realize just how badly Gojo Satoru was ruined because that tiny smack has bands of electricity spiking through your entire body. Arching your spine into a delicious bow that makes his mouth water.Â
âY-your powers-â
âAnd?â
Electricity sparks at your lips when Gojoâs crashing his own against yours - literally.Â
âPlease-â he weeps out. And itâs enough to make you sob, your dripping walls being coated in another fresh wave of his precum. âLemme make a m-momma outta ya- fuck this hngh- cunt till she c-canât anymore-â His hefty balls shifting underneath your ass with each clench, each twitch. âWanna ahh- breed you so bad- think I might just die, sweetheart.â
He was losing it.Â
He was cumming - and so were you.
Spurting out wave after wave of sweltering hot cum that invades your insides, thereâs so much of it. Sloshing around your snug channel sloppily, itâs coating your cervix in a sticky gloss. And you swear you could feel the thick dredges of his seed ooze down your gooey walls.Â
Your teeth gnaw at Gojoâs flushed skin on the crook of his neck - and his on yours. Breaking skin, tasting the metallic tinge of red.Â
The very taste is enough to have him dumping out another great load of his cum, overstuffing your poor cunt until you could feel yourself swell. Itâs enough to drive you mad.Â
And enough to have Gojo stuffing his bulging know past your swollen folds with a drawn-out moan of your name. Pretty lower lip quivering, dewy eyes firmly drooping shut as heâs bulling into the feeble ring of muscle.Â
Tight.Â
âTake it- sweetheart- take it allââ heâs whimpering into your ear, powerful legs jittering upwards to have his cum splurge into every nook and cranny of your cunt. Fingers thrumming jujutsu down your spine, âSweetheart, sweetheart ah- fuck-â You can only bare your widened eyes at him as he looks over your shoulder, grinning. âThe bedâs broken.â
Before you know it, youâre being splayed out on the floor - teleported.Â
Youâre wincing at the slow, swiveling grind of Gojoâs hips on your own. Too impatient to even let his knot go down before trying to fuck you through your high, teasing out slow pushes and pulls against your cum-coated sweet spots. âY-you did that on p-purpose, Toru.â
âYâknow what e-else I did on purpose, sweetheartââ his slurring words are accompanied with another smack! to your cunt. And an even filthier press on your stomach to watch his cum dribble out, which Gojo gladly smears along his fingers - pressing into your mouth to let you taste the candied mess.Â
âWh-what?â
Whispering in your ear, âHah- getting hit by the curse.â
A/N. Of COURSEEE I had to end it off with a guilty pleasure of mine mwahaha
Plagiarism not authorized.
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My favourite bit of BG3 lore is that Withers is legitimately responsible for the Dead Three, but he's probably too embarrassed to tell you, so every time you ask him to elaborate he just gives you a very stern, "Noooo."
I also love that the reason he's responsible for their uprising is because he got bored. He literally got bored of his position as Lord of the Dead and wanted to retire, so when these three morally questionable humans came looking for godhood he was like, "Hmmm. Yes, okay. Here. Take my portfolios. Fight over them. I don't care. I quit."
So after bowling with skulls in a friendly competition to decide who would get what portfolio, they took up his powers and wreaked havoc on the world. Only at that moment did Jergal, AKA Withers, AKA our precious Bone Daddy think, "I'm just now, internally, asking myself, in quite a worried way, whether I might've made an error."
So he joins your merry band and watches your escapades, calmly twiddling his fingers while you clean up his mess. He's happy to lend his aid, even to the point that he'll bring Durge back to life if they reject Bhaal, even though he technically shouldn't. But he's Withers. The rules don't apply to him. If Ao doesn't like it, he can descend from the Heavens and say it to his rotting face.
And the reason he saves Durge isn't necessarily because he likes them or because he's a morally good entity (though one certainly could make that argument), but because he wants to add insult to injury. He steals Bhaal's child with a big smile on his face, dubs them his Chosen, and praises them for rejecting all the power they were promised. But of course, he still doesn't tell them who he isâor rather who he was.
Then, when all is said and done, he throws Tav and their companions a cute little party. No one knows it's probably half a thank you party and half a "Withers is bored again" party. And if anyone misbehaves, he'll get irritated and whisk them away. Because how dare they? He put a lot of work into that.
And at the end of it all, he walks up to a mural of the Dead Three and basically goes, "Lmao. Thou didst fuck around, and thou didst find out." Just savagely roasting them.
And then poof!
He waves them into non-existence.
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Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.
It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.
He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?
"Satoru, calm down."
He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.
"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."
Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.
That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.
He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.
"Satoru," he sighs.
"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.
"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."
But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.
It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?
The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.
"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"My chocolate."
"Your chocolate?"
"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"
"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."
Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?
"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."
He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?
Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.
"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.
Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?
He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.
"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."
A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.
"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"
You laughed at his anticsâ "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."
He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he muttersâ "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."
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lee chan needs love too (m)
Pairing: fuckboy!chan x fem!reader
Genre:Â smut, humor
Word count:Â 9.3k
tags: pwithp, mention of high school, mention of alcohol, college au, virgin!chan, fuckboy!chan, frat boy!chan, lip piercing!chan, blonde!chan, yearning, car sex, unprotected sex, breasts play, oral (rec.), degradation, kinda exhibitionism, manhandling, possessive!chan, pet names
Summary: There was Lee Chan from High school and now Lee Chan from college. You insist they are not the same person. The only thing they have in common is they both got to fuck you.
author note: happy early bday to me hehe đ„łđ„đđđ this was entirely self indulgent and although i think i could've done better with the plot, i think it makes sense some what for what it is and regardless i hope you guys enjoy. at least the banner is very cute and look blonde chan even has a piercing.
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The last time you saw Lee Chan was in the back of his used Camry at Boo Seungkwanâs graduation party.Â
He blossomed the fuck out of nowhere into an unrecognizable gorgeous specimen of a man when you caught him fucking your roommate during the middle of finals season when you desperately need the peace and quiet to study. It was probably the dead of nightâ10 pm in your caseâand the juice in your Bluetooth earbuds had just died. It was especially unfortunate since they were sound blocking you didnât realize how badly you needed it with the fuckfest in the room across from you.
By the sound of it, Minnie was having a great timeâwhich you usually arenât mad aboutâbut so was her friend, who you might add was obnoxiously loud (hot too, but that wasn't the point). You screamed at them from your desk, but you doubt they heard anything with the music on blast youâre assuming was to block out their noise. It was proven less than fruitful when you get no response in return. Finally, you forced yourself out of your room and began pounding hard against her door in desperate pleas. âI should be used to it by now, but please, please keep it down, even a smidge. I have a really important exam in the afternoon. And I canât tââ
Before you can continue rambling, the door opens from the other side. You met the eyes of a bottle blonde, 5â8, taut and misted with sweat all over, adorned with a pretty piece of metal at his bottom lip. Oh no, heâs hot.
The man looked surprised at your appearance, despite the fact he was the one that turned the knob and swung it open. He stood there, looking more attractive than you anticipated, and just observed you in incomprehensible disbelief. âWell, shit.â
âYeah. Look I get it, you guys have every right toâŠcontinue what youâre doing, all I ask is,â You squeeze your index and thumb to indicate something small, âtake it down a notch, a little notch.â
He scoffed, looking amused. He crossed his arms and lean against the door frame, very fortunately wearing underwear (boner shapely and defined). And it only took a second for you to trace the outline of his gorgeously crafted body. As if he was made with marble, he looks as though one of the greats did him a solid by sculpting him one of the most beautiful bodies youâve ever seen. You almost didn't realize you were ogling at it until he began to speak in his smooth tenor tone of voice. âCan't really take a notch down, but I can promise itâll be quick.â
You didnât like the suggestion in his tone nor the wink he displayed either.
âCome back to bed,â your roommate whined in the background. You shut your eyes in disdain, now in disbelief that you were negotiating with one of her hookups right now. âHow quick?â
He grinned. âHow do you feel about joining?â
âNot happening.â
âThenâŠâ he pondered in thought, âgive or take 10, 15 minutes.â
âHow the hell is that quick? Donât college guys cum for like 5 minutes?â
He chortled, and you caught that gleaming smile that likely coerced your roommate in the first place. âIâm a feminist. Ladies first.â
âIâm also a lady, so I say, make it quickâŠplease and thank you.â You walked off with that and waited patiently for them to be done, only to realize it was going to take way longer for both of them to finish than it would be to charge your earbuds halfway, so you settled for the latter.
By the time he left, it was the morning after and you were honest to Minnie about ânot liking this one,â to which she laughed like it was the funniest thing you ever said.
Pieces really began to be put together one afternoon going through your old school yearbooks when you found them in the back of your closet. Minnie joined you in your period of nostalgia, wanting to see possible future hotties to cross reference to now. Then she sees him, points out the fact he was the one you confront around a week ago, and it all comes full circle. Your eyes shot back at the aged pages in pure shock, pulling it up to face to make sure you were seeing it clearly. âNo way...â
âOh my god,â she pulled it back from you, âChan looks so cute here. I just wanna gobble him and put him in my pocket.â
He had his natural black hair, kind brown eyes, andâdawning on you on that very secondâthe smile that bares more joy than a kindergarten classroom. Back then, this kid didnât have the blonde hair or piercings he had now. What he did look like was any other teenager that would listen to his parents and go to church. He was the model good boy.Â
The model good boy whose virginity you took when you were 18 years old after a very public breakup with your ex at someoneâs graduation party.
âWhat are you doing in my car?â Chan interrogated the second you let the door shut behind you.
You really had no plan then, all you knew was you wanted to evacuate the party immediately the moment things ended with Gyu. He had to be irrational and so utterly infuriating that you couldnât stand to look at his face anymore. So, you just entered the nearest vehicle, forgetting the fact you never called an Uber or Lyft.
You werenât ready to face the music yet, so a change of subject was in order. âWhat are you doing leaving early?â
âI asked you first.â
You crossed your arms obnoxiously, âAnd if I donât want to answer?â In a second, you regret that, seeing the genuine concern on his face. You dropped your arms to the side. âI donât wanna be around people right now.â
He gave you a sympathetic smile. âIâm people. Do I not count?â
âYouâre a little tooâŠperfectionist to be a regular person. Now, why are you leaving early?â
He simply shrugged. âCurfew.â
You rolled your eyes, lightly scoffing.âOf course, you have a curfew.â
You both sat in complete silence. You shouldâve questioned why you were still in here, a car that didnât belong to you with its owner, a magnet for college recommendation letters and scholarships rather than people with a potential romantic connection. But no, you just stayed there, wallowing in your internal conflicts of average day teenager, thinking about a tomorrow that you wouldnât even remember two or three years from now.
âWanna talk about it?â Chan initiated, breaking the silence.
You exaggerated a sigh like the theater kid you were, forearm to the forehead. âNo.â
âWanna hook up?â
You sat up from the seat to stare back at him stunned. It was a shock that such an idea would come out of his mouth even as a joke, yet temptation lingered in your body, making you clench your thighs as if you heard the lewdest thing to be said ever in history. Safe to say, it didnât get much rile up a person on the rebound.
Before he could jump in and say the automated pathetic phrase, âJust kidding,â followed by an awkward chuckle, youâve already thrown yourself against him from the passenger seat. You moved against him expertly as one in a high school long relationship could, tightening the crotch of his pants as he could think of anything but what he actually put in his commended college essay about his experience withâfuck what was it about?
He pulled himself away the moment he felt tongue, restraining himself to the car window for dear life. âW-what was that for?â
âYou propositioned me first.â You smiled, breathless. You drew closer to him, trying to retrieve the distanceâor lack thereofâyou had with Chan seconds before where you could practically taste the innocence on his lips. âI want to go through with it.â
His eyes shot open like Wile E. Coyote. âW-what? Here?â
âYes, here, Chan.â
âW-why?â he stuttered, which he did a lot of. Perhaps, he should look into that.
You mustered a sultry expression, narrowing your eyes at him which helps you notice his dilated eyes that quivered in both fear and arousal. âBecause maybe all this timeâŠIâve wanted you. Itâs always been you.â
âR-really?â
You let out a small laugh. âWell, no. But just tonight I can.â
âDoes this have to do with why you left early?â
âDo you always talk this much before you fuck someone?â
âNoâuh, I donât know, Iââ
You pulled back in realization. âOh my god, youâre a virgin.â
âShut up!â he said, typing to cover your mouth to prevent you from exposing him, which you successfully avoid.
âYou had a girlfriend all throughout junior year!â
âNo, I didn't. She was my secretary. I was the student body president.â
âBut she kept giving you eyes.â
He squinted. âWhat eyes?â
âNevermind. What matters is do you want to go through with this?â
âHaving sex in my car?â He clarified, somehow doubtful.
âYes, nerd.â
âIs the insulting really necessary?â He winced, you notice playfully.
âItâs my kink,â you dryly jestered.
Youâre about to tackle him again when he pulled back one last time.âW-wait, what about condoms?â
âIâm clean,â you shrugged, âdon't worry about it.â
âWhat about, you know?â
You scoffed. âPlease, I've been taking birth control before you even started puberty. You can cum in me, Chan.â
His cheeks then turned a vibrant hue of scarlet, spreading from his cheeks to his ears. âI-in you?â
âYes, Chan.â You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, hand ruffling through his hair, which was quite soft despite the product. âYou can cum all you want in me.â You kissed the top of his nose as your body brushed up against something big and firm. âAnd by the rock in your pants, youâre not against it.â
âThere actually is a rock in my pants.â Chan struggled to get the geode gift given to him by his teacher at the diploma ceremony and he casually tossed it in the cupholder, chuckling nervously.
You fingered over this cheek, noticing the smooth, almost flawless skin adorned by a few moles, particularly one on the left side of his face beneath his eye was devastatingly cute, âObviously, thatâs not the rock I was talking about.â
You leaned into him, your cherry zero coke breath fanning his cheeks, and he can feel the curves of your body fit into his hollows. He stifles a breath before you kiss him again, your tongue brushing against his bottom to regain access. Naturally (as natural for Chan anyway), his hands came up your sides as he familiarized himself with your lips. You lightly moaned, digging your hips at him, before hearing a moan back that sent chills up your spine and pebbled your skin.
âFuck, youâre so cute, Chan.â
âY/nâŠâ he whined unbelievably soft and malleable.
You threaded through his soft, dark hair, lightly down his scalp.Â
You remember making out with him for a serial amount of time before he âaccidentallyâ (youâre still not sure to this day) lowered his seat position until he was nearly flat on his back. He uttered a soft apology before you were on him again. Clothes were tossed to the back seats and you see the bit of definition he developed from being co-captain on the dance team. You bathed in the heat of his skin as you unbuttoned his khakis, and revealed his untouched glory.
You reveled in being the first of the kind, somehow excited that you were the one to enjoy this side of Chan first, kissing him in unbridled, visceral lust. You lathered him in your wet, raw arousal, feeling the twitch of his cock against your slit as heâs groaning your name. You teased his voice, cooing praises at him for being so big and good for you until you let him take residence.Â
You could feel him push through your walls, levying his sizing and stretching until your warmth. It does more than distract you, it satisfies you. You swear you hear a hiss of his voice, followed by, âfuck, thatâs good,â before you bounce against his cock. You hope that the car can muffle noise because all you could repeat were your anguished moans and his name, the name that sounded like pure music to the young manâs ears.
You took his unoccupied hands, resting each on either breast while riding his firm, strong thighs. His jaw dropped. The sensation of your plush walls around his girth and the pillowy texture of your tits between his fingers made his hips buckle.
âThat good?â You asked softly, to which he nodded. His eyes glaze over back at you, difficulty keeping them wide open and he finds the courage to twist your nipples between his fingers, your stomach churning whimpers escaping you the moment he does. âC-ChanâŠâ
âSorry, did that hurt?â
You shook your head, âNo,â and folded into him, your chest immediately hitting his line of vision. âTouch me moreâŠâ
He does as you asked, staring back at you like a deer lost in wonder, and like that, everything after comes second nature. The warmth of his mouth takes over your naked breast, drawing circles against your textured skin with his tongue and he moves more freely against your body. It was fluid the way he moved like his virgin status was and is all it was, a status, not showcasing any of his skill. You fed off of him, his energy, his body, his want. He didnât even know what he was doing. He was just a natural.
âC-can I fuck you?â
âFuck me?â
His lips quivered, face flushed red and misted in sweat, âYes, can I fuck you against the seats?â
You slowly nodded before readjusting in the seats. Chan, still inside you, found his natural pace, letting his cock hit you with enough power and depth that it made your legs freeze and bent in the air as a response, âMmh, ChanâŠâ
âIs thatâumpâgood?â
âYes, but faster, donât be scared to break me.â
He isnât sure what you mean by that but he tries. His thrusts become his own, disciplined and sharp, enveloping himself in your fluttering walls that clench harder around him the faster he went. Your hands gripped his upper body, lips latching on his to dampen the sound of your voice. Your body pressed to the tautness of his, pushing him deeper inside and you felt it mere seconds away. An orgasm. An actual orgasm.
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck me, Chan!â You were blistering the heat of your climax, you writhe underneath him and clutched against him by the back of your knees.
Heâs eternally grateful because he was seconds away from cumming himself. He let your hips falter, coming down from the high before letting his hips take over. Drowning you in his grunts, he fucked you until he climaxed, his final thrusts painting your insides in ivory honey and making you feel whole. He panted against you, a tired smile on his face as he held his cum in you with mere his cock. Finally, he rests.
âCongratulations,â you said, laughing.
He scoffed lightly, âThanks.â
It stayed like that for a few minutes, cock wet and warm in you, finding peace in the gentle chaos. He pushed himself from on top of you and looked down on your sweaty, exhausted form. His lips crashed against yours, and you sense his gratitude as he backed off. âReally. Thank you.â
You smiled lightheartedly, âShut up and get me some wipes, please. I know you have them.â
He let out a little giggle before retrieving the assumed wipes from the glove compartment, helping you get clean. It wasnât a thorough job but it did what it could. âWant me to take you home?â
âMight as well as payment,â you joked again, thinking it will get rid of this tension that still lingered.Â
The ride went on in silence beside the radioâs pop music, consumed in your thoughts. Itâs funny, you were used to being the type to always have to say something in any conversation, but with Chan right now, you had nothing, forcing the quiet until you arrived home. He parked his car, letting you know personally he arrived where the GPS said and you look off at one another, noting how his hair was still messy from an earlier event and you canât help but fix it.
âDonât want you caught,â You chuckled, moving your hands through until it was in proper Chan form. âThere.â
âHold on.â
His hand reached over your face. Thinking it was for another liplock, you stayed seated, prepared for the cushion of his lips as you pursed yours. Instead, heâs wiping away whatever it was from the corner of your lips, staring back at you with the sparkle in his eyes. âYou got something there.â
âUm, ChanâŠIâm not wearing anything on my lips.â
âI-I knew thatâ,â You crushed your lips against him one last time, the salty-sweet taste of want from your tongue lingered on his, and you exit the car to never see him again. Or so you thought.
Was it the best sex you ever had up until now? No, definitely not. Was it good sex? Yes, way better than you anticipated. Then again you were comparing it to your ex, and at that point, anyoneâs dick was the next coming of Jesus the more you think about it.Â
âGod, Chan grew up so hot,â Minnie gushed.
âIâll say,â you agreed in reflex, âI mean, he sure looks different.â
âDifferent? Theyâre like two separate people,â She said, biting her lip, âIs it weird I wanna call him over again?â
âYes.â
She rolled her eyes at your answer before flipping through the pages while you were still processing this information. Youâve had time to forget it happened and have had plenty of sex after then, but Chan will always be a little special. And youâd be lying if you werenât the tiniest curious about how he turned out after all this time. It was hard to believe he's who he is now.
Since then and after some light stalking, you found out the college he attended was a neighboring one. He took part in a popular frat (gamma, omega, theta, whatever) that, surprise surprise, hosted some of the biggest parties that even students from your university attended. He just so happens to be one of the members actively posted on the site surrounded by hot people with his gorgeous blonde lip piercing ass. Goddamn, it.
Okay, thatâs it. You can stop right there. No need to dig any deeper. Besides, heâs just some guy you hooked up with once (a great once for his first time), just once. Thatâs it. Thereâs no need for you to go all yourself like you used to do for your exes. This was just Lee Chan.
âHi there, youâre Minnieâs roommate.â You found Lee Chan grinning back at you with a stack of fliers in his hands as you walked the neighboring streets that you conveniently heard heâd be around. Social media is a curse. âWe have a charity event where all proceeds will be going to feed the starving homeless at a couple of shelters down in the area.â
You accepted the flier and tucked it under your pit as you crossed your arms in a questioning manner. âWhen were you going to let me know?â
âAh,â his smile stretched wider as his hand slapped against the stack before clutching it to his chest, âtook you long enough.â
âSo what, you were just gonna wait until I realized it myself?â
âThat was the idea, but I knew you were smart. Youâd figure it outâcharity event, weâll keep you company,â he handed off the flyer to a pair of girls with an effortless wink before theyâre scurrying off blushing a squealing.
âIsnât this something the pledges do, what are you even doing out here?â
He stands beside you, a devious smile tattooed on his face, âIâm one of the people that manage social media. I pay attention to our activity feed and couldnât help but see a like pop up and disappear in front of my very eyes.â
Your cheeks heat up, caught red-handed, âSo you knew Iâd be here and came out anyways.â
âFigured you wanted to talk,â he said, keeping his hands busy and eyes wide and charming.
âWhy? Thinking about me?â
âYouâre not someone that I could just stop thinking about, Y/n.â
Your name in his voice burned your ears, making you flick it away as if it were a bug. âWell, just came here because I remembered something I saw. Thatâs all. Go about your day.â
Youâre about to storm off when heâs calling for you again and you shamelessly look back. His eyes turned up the way his smile does, sauntering over as he locked you in his trance. You were almost hypnotized by the sterling steel that looked so pullable you had to physically restrain yourself with pinches to your forearms. âYouâre coming to the party.â
âSays who?â
He has this permanent playful expression, one that doesnât recall down days or cram studying. He looked entirely carefree. So unlike the Chan from high school. âSays me. Plenty of booze, plenty of champagne, plenty of food, plenty of me to go around.âÂ
âWhatâs that?âÂ
âKidding,â He laughed. âBut donât you think itâs rather serendipitous that we found each other again? After so many years?â
You squinted at him. âYeah, sleeping with my roommate.â
âItâs like I somehow found my way back to you.â
âYou have a hickey on your neck.â
His eyes shoot open, and a hand came over his neck, âRoad bumps exist to get to our destination.â
âI lied, there was nothing there,â you said, not falling for his whimsy, ready to walk off again.
He chased after you, trying to lure you back with that smile he somehow found out you can get enough of. âNot fair, but fine. But donât try to convince me you arenât happy to see me. You wouldnât be here otherwise.â
âIâŠI donât know why I came here. I didnât know what I was expecting.â
He gave you a befuddled look. âWhat do you mean? Itâs me. Chan. I thought maybe youâd be at least a little excited to see me.â
The Lee Chan you knew was so different from now, blonder, spunkier, riskier for the faint of heart. Your fair trade of relationships was a healthy amount, enough to know what you wanted and somehow it all lead back to Chan three years ago. Like it meant something to be joined in something intimate with him. Your eighteen yourself would be laughing at you right now at the thought of you yearning for Lee Chan of all people. Not that anything was wrong with him, just that Chan was Chan and you were you. And now Chan is Chan and you were, well, same old you.
âYouâŠIâm not used to this.â
His brows furrowed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You could read the offense as soon as it arrived, immediately coming to defend yourself. âI was excited to see you.â
âWell, Iâm here. Whatâs the problem?â If you knew any better, he looked hurt.
âYouâre like a whole other person. I donât know this Chan.â
âThen get to know me. No offense, but you barely even knew that Chan.â
âIâ,â he wasnât wrong. You hardly spoke as classmates. Hell, the sex was the longest conversation youâve ever had. Before that was him asking for directions to where the auditorium was since it was a part of campus he never visited, but you werenât ignorant to him. You always noticed Chan. Just never in that light until the last minute. Yet, you missed that Chan. Not like you had any right to. âI shouldnât be here.â
âWhy do you already think that lowly of me? You think we canât be in the same town breathing the same air as each other?â
âChan, of course not.â
âI get it. Stranger dangers and all that shit right? But weâre a little more than strangers, arenât we?â
For some reason, you couldnât answer and instead stared down at your feet. He let out a frustrated sigh, in disbelief the carefree person he knew several years ago was this same person in front of him. âIs there a problem you have with me?â
Because he looks like a fuckboy and you avoid fuckboys like the plague now. Remember?
âI donât know,â you crossed your arms.
He took a step forward, taking the flier folded against your arm and smoothing out the wrinkles before he placed it in your hand. âWell, itâs just a party. So come. See me, ignore me, drink your heart out. Whatever, but come.â
He gave you one last bittersweet smile before deciding to walk off, following his frat brother who was already far ahead of him.
There was a tug of war between your mind and body, fighting the internal conflicts that make you hesitant to reconnect with Chan again. Thereâs no doubt a piece of you still hoped for the old Chan that lingered in your mind throughout all these years and the imminent lure of new Chan who was just the embodiment of every red flag youâve ever seen in your past relationships.
Saying going to this party is a mistake would be an understatement.
âOh my gosh, it looks so pretty here!â
You came arm in arm with Minnie, admiring the aesthetic light fixtures on the walls, while wearing the nicest garb you could conjure up from your closet. It was a navy blue dress in crushed velvet that hits you right at your ankles that could only be paired with a light pair of heels for the night to go on a little easier. You mused around at the decorations, impressed with the craftsmanship, surprised this was an event planned by college bros obsessed with Greek life. âIt does look nice here.â
One block heel over the other, you were subconsciously scanning for a bright blonde head in sight. Instead, you were surrounded by several familiar faces of his members in suits and ties, remembering seeing them all over the Fraternityâs Instagram. They greeted you as hosts do and two of them took you and Minnie to unoccupied seats. The person that guided you to your seat, Seokmin, offered you a refreshment, while Soonyoung, Minnieâs guide, did the same for her. Once they had disappeared for a few minutes, Minnie could do nothing but gush over their looks.
âTheyâre so cute! Oh, do you think theyâd wanna double date us?â Minnie asked with her eyes cheery and bright.
You looked back at the pamphlet and the itinerary, pointing at something peculiar. âMaybe, if we win the date auction with them.â
âBoo, Iâm broke,â she pouted, âIâll just have to charm myself the way I always do.â
You chuckled at her delight before the boys returned and chatted you up for the time being. You remained mostly cordial while Minnie brought in the charm sheâs so famous for and amidst the jokes and lighthearted pandering, the awaited blonde is seen entering, greeting other guests that have made their arrival.
Your chest felt light, letting out a sigh of relief as though Lee Chanâs appearance made the event all the more tolerable, and maybe it had. However, itâs tightened as soon as you realize how incredibly his body fits the cream-colored suit, reminding you of white chocolate. Decadent and unique on your tongue, echos of his moans so familiar infiltrate the busiest part of your brain, blocking out background noises and images other than Lee Chan.
âAll good, Y/n?â Seokmin so politely asked.
In a broken trance, you turned to them and nodded, seeing Minnie doubtful of your answer. You started getting from your chair, apologizing. âIâm fine. I think I saw my friend? You guys keep chatting. Iâll be back.â
You escorted yourself, smoothing the wrinkles of your dress before approaching him out of his view. He doesnât suspect the anxious figure walking up to him, attention focused on other company while giving them that dazzling toothpaste smile on his face. As you tapped on his shoulder, he turned to you, melting into a soft, long gaze once he drank in your appearance. He politely excused himself from his previous company and offered you his elbow. Pleasantly surprised, you took it with stride, interlocking through, and quietly followed him somewhere a bit more private (as private as it can be in a semi-public event). âYou look ravishing,â He whispered only loud enough for you to hear.Â
âThank you,â you mumbled flushed, arm wrapping tighter around him, âYou look really put together like this.â
ââPut together?â Way to damper a guyâs confidence,â he laughed, feigning offense.
âYou know exactly what I mean.â
âItâd be nice to hear it too.â
You exhaled, âYou look reallyâŠhandsome, Chan.â
A peaceful smile grazed his face. âBetter. So, did you take a look at the itinerary?â
You nodded, twiddling your fingers before conjuring up the courage to ask, âAre you going to be in that auction?â
âStraight to it,â he chuckled melodiously, âWhatâs it to you?â
âNothing like that, just curious.â
He shrugged. âWell, I will be one of the dates for the auction. Get your wallet ready.â
You lightly nudged him, chuckling, âYou wish.â
âI do wish.â His lips neared your ear. âMaybe you winning is my end goal.â
Feeling the heat radiate off your cheeks, you shove him off of you away from innocent bystanders. âYouâre so funny.â
âItâs my best asset,â he said, joining your arms back again. âWinner gets a weekend date of their choice with a budget of $75. Tempting, isnât it?â
âYou would be one to think so.â
âIâd make our date worthwhile.â
His dark temptation sent chills down your spine and you punched his arm, hard. âStop it.â
âStop what,â he teased, rubbing his likely bruised arm.
âBeing this.â
He was quiet for a moment. âWhy are you bothered by me? Be honest.â
You sighed, loosening the grip on his arm. âYou were right and I donât know you. I never really did. But that doesnât mean I havenât thought about you. Itâs just strange to see someone I saw one way again after a few years and youâre completely different.â
âYou donât like the way I look?â
You shook your head. âNo. In fact the opposite, I like it so because it reminds me of so many of the people Iâve been with, but I donât want you to be any of them. I want you to be Chan.â
âI am Chan,â He said, taking you aside and holding your hand in his. âJust because I look a certain way doesnât make me any less me. But Iâm flattered you think so much about me.â
âWhat do you even get out of this?â You changed the subject. âInviting me to places, talking sweet, and being nice to me.â
He shrugged his shoulders, an unsure smile on his face. âOkay, so maybe, I felt something when I saw you again.â
âJust like you felt something when you saw Minnie?â You snapped.
â...Thatâs not what this is,â he answered seriously.
âWhat is it then?â
He gave you a grim expression. âIâm not sure either.â
âBe honest, Chan. How often is it that you go on dates, or hook up with someone like you did with Minnie?â
âI donât see how thatâs relevant.â
âBecause it is. How would I be any different than that? What makes me different from everyone else?â
âBecause youâre not like anyone else.â He answered definitely.
Before you could ask him what he meant, Chan is pulled away by the other members of his frat to get him prepared for the auction coming up soon. He graced you with a bitter smile before disappearing behind doors where youâre forced to rejoin Minnie and the boys you left behind. They asked if you were alright, to which you less than sublimely answered, but they didnât push it.
You tried being good company the rest of the night, making small jokes, greeting new people, and taking advantage of the catering that is surprisingly better than you expected. Yet, Chan was still running rampant in your mind. The auction was seconds away from starting and he would be there on that stage just like everyone else, devastatingly handsome and charming that you could melt in a puddle. You somehow come with several glasses of champagne that night to the point Minnie issued you an end to it by force-feeding you water to sober up. It doesnât work that well.
The stage lights turned on and music loudly played in the background. A man in a suit different from the rest began introducing potential suitors available for auction, including the friendly members youâve come to know this evening, who waved back at your table when they got on stage. It goes for a few hours so far and the Greek house has accumulated several thousands of dollars in funds. Meanwhile, your sobriety was gradually replenishing over time until the announcement of the next auction date would step on stage.
âUp next we have is Lee Chan, respected brother and life of the party!â
The blonde stepped on stage with fierce charisma, smiling and waving like it was his own red carpet, even striking a few poses for good measure. The emcee goes on about qualities you already knew and some you didnât as the slideshow is off in the background like it was for all of the previous dates on stage. Thatâs when the show really began for you. Photographs of Chan playing basketball, obviously playing for team skins, as his hair bundled up in a sweaty, sexy mess. They were the kind of pictures people used for body fitness inspiration or just plain inspiration because what better motivation could one have other than the bare torso of Lee Chan.Â
Cheers of encouragement cause a deep blush to appear on his gorgeous face, and you swear you saw him tug anxiously at his lip ring in the most delectable way. You stifled a breath, heart pitter-pattering like rain in a violent storm. âHolyââ
âShit,â Minnie breathed out, âGo, Chan.â
You suddenly remembered who and where you were, wiping away your drool before it was visible.
âLetâs start out the bidding at $50.â
â$100!â
â$150!â
â$250!â
âWoah, woah, looks like we already got a couple of takers. Are we hearing a $255?â
The longer that went on the more severe the anxiety was bubbling up inside you. The numbers only got higher and higher, louder and louder, taunting your inhibitions. Before you knew it, youâre jumping up from your seat in a clearly unsober but confident state screaming, âOne thousand dollarsâ from the top of your lungs. Chan looked in your direction, shocked, eyes wide as doe while his lips started parting in a small smile, a reasonable surprise considering the mixed signals you were giving.
You werenât sure what you were doing since there was no way you had that kind of money, but you couldnât stop yourself. The higher the bid, the higher the influence. You couldnât deny it anymore. You were falling under a similar spell they were all under. You had to do everything you could toâ
âTwo thousand dollars.â
Your gaze swung in the voice's direction to a gorgeous girl standing a few feet from you, beaming with confidence. You slumped down in your shame while the emcee congratulated the highest bidder and shy Chan for reeling in the highest amount of money so far tonight.Â
The hours after just drone on, just as much as champagne did and there you were pathetic and sad to have lost. Minnie doesnât know how you keep finding refreshments for yourself, she blames the eyes candies willfully distracting her. âOkay, seriously stop. I will ban you from alcohol for life.â Minnie carried you off outside, hugging you to her as she went to listen to your unnecessary babble.
âHe was mineâŠâ
âI know, sweetie, but she was paying a month and a halfâs rent. No way we couldâve paid for that.â Your whines muffled in her shoulder, mumbling something about âfuck the richâ before you started to cry. Even Minnie found it embarrassing.
âWant me to take over?â
Chan is the first person you laid your eyes on coming up from the surface of your drunk childish tantrum, making you wipe the tears away from your eyes in a hurry. âUh, hi.â
âHi,â he said lethally soft.
âHi!â Smiling at you both before getting up from her seat. âUsually, I wouldnât approve of letting my girl alone with a frat boy while intoxicated but I have her location on and I know where you live. So, take good care of her or Iâll kill you.â
He gave her a gregarious nod before waving. âBye, Minnie.â
âBye, Chan. No more drinks, Y/n.â
She left you to Chan, following after Soonyoung and Seokmin who were surprisingly waiting for her by the door. Good for her, you thought.
âThat was stupid of you,â He said sitting next to you.
âTell me about it.â
âDid you even have $1000?â
Pouting, you shook your head. âNo, but I wanted to win.â
âYou wanted to win me?â He said smiling.
âYes, isnât it that obvious?â Your head fell against his broad welcoming shoulder. You let out a long low breath at that, clutched the breast of your dress as you tried your damnedest to breathe. You were aware of your heart rate, pounding away at your chest like a drum. Your weight pushed against him but made no change to his posture. He was like a boulder that chipped away at your weakness and made you ache for his fullness no matter how much your head told you otherwise. âWhy are you doing this to me?â
âDoing what?â
âBeâŠthis. And make me crazy about you.â
His head turned down to see your face, warm brown eyes staring back into yours. âI could say the same about you. You have sex with me once years ago, give all the time in the world to recreate a feeling like it, just to chase me back when I think Iâm finally forgetting about you? Diabolical of you.â
You thought youâve heard it all before. Usually, sweet nothings go to one ear and out the other. Many of those sugar-coated words and phrases have blended into something homogenous, overplayed tactics that got you into loveless relationships fueled by sex and desire. Who knows if Chan is different, but the words he speaks, and the burning he gives you, you wanted every little bit of it. You grasped his lapel, pushing your face closer. âYou thought about me?â
âThatâs what Iâve been saying this entire tââ
Your patience soon wore thin. His lips tasted sweet like nectar, felt soft as pillows, warm as the summer. The heat of his skin was in stark contrast to the cool steel of his lip ring expectedly grazing your skin, churning whatever it was in your stomach. You attempted to gain leverage control, thirsting more, but you learned soon his muscles werenât just for show. âYouâre drunk, Y/n.â
âBut you taste so goodâŠâ
He took a deep breath before sighing. âLetâs just get you someplace to rest up and I can take you home after.â
Chan made good on his promise. As your body was giving in to sleep, your knight in blonde carried you off on his back to the nearest place of rest, which ended up being his bedroom that he luckily didnât have to share. He laid you sprawled out on his thinly veiled mattress, tucking you underneath his blanket until he couldnât see any inch of skin except your head up, and he let your soft airy snores play out.
He made his shower quick to return to you, relieving himself of the heavy suit heâs been wearing all night. He gets back to his room and placed the suit in the bag back into his closet. Youâre still sound asleep as soon as heâs back but now stir in your sleep, staring to thrash around even. That made him come to your side in a hurry, trying to calm you down. He puts his hands on your body through the covers, soothing you to the best of his ability. Unfortunately, that is what makes you start to gain consciousness, pushing yourself to sit up from the bed. âWhere am I?âÂ
âYouâre awake, shit, sorry.â
âChan?â You blinked back at him with tired eyes, barely focusing through the small slits of your vision to make out the man tending to your drowsy state.
âYeah, you were really out of it? I had to make sure you were okay.â
âShirtless?â
Chan looked down at his body to realize what you meant. He only came to the bathroom with a single pair of sweatpants with him fully intending to just throw a shirt on the moment he got back to the room. Now he was deeply regretting the decision seeing how awake you are. Grim at the thought of you perceiving him as some typical perverted college guy, which he was if not a little more respectful than most. âSorry. Iâll put something on.â
You tugged him back by his wrist, stopping him. âDonât.â
âDonât?â He repeated, heart starting to take race in his chest.
You shook your head definitely. âDonât.â
âWhy not?â
You shifted on the bed, realizing how you were still in your dress, subconsciously shrugging off the flimsy straps. Your hand traveled from his wrist and up his forearm. The hairs of his arms stood up at your touch and he sucked in shallow breaths as your hand smoothed over to the back of his neck effortlessly. Your finger threaded through his hair. Thereâs a look in your eyes, unlike the others youâve shown so far since heâs reunited with you. They only come close with the gaze he say several years ago when you defiled his 18th birthday gift at a random peerâs graduation. âLee Chan.â
He doesnât want to fall for it, but damn it, did he want to be an idiot and just fall, fall hard. âYouâre still drunk, maybeââ
âMy Lee ChanâŠâ God, did his heart throb.
âYouâre definitely drunk.â
Your hand moved over to cup cheek, feeling how he instinctively nestled in your palm. His gaze softened back at you in this familiar way it did once back in the first time and both of you canât help but call back to that night again. Itâs like youâre right where you started, seconds away before melting into one another like hormonal teenagers.
âWhat are you doing to me now?â He asked so softly you almost didn't make it out.
If his body wasnât already so goddamn enticing, it was the expression on his face. You could etch out the writhing on his face when you rode his body the first time, remembering how his strong thighs buckled at your touch, burning under the heat of your thighs. Your abdomen was physically contracting thinking about it.
âKiss me, Chan.â
He doesnât have the will to resist you any longer and he took the opportunity, crashing his lips into yours. You embraced his naked torso, clinging on to him and tugging against his piercing before pulling him towards you in bed with a thud. You didnât know what true love felt like but it felt as half as good as Lee Chan, youâd risk your heart over and over again just to have it in your arms.
âTake it off for me,â you whispered once his hand landed on the zipper of your dress. The common plastic rubbed over your spine, and the sound of it traveling down pooled bountiful amounts of arousal in your core. You moaned against his lips helplessly, digging your nails through his scalp.Â
His sweatpants did no good in hiding his aroused state as it poked back at your thigh coming out of the slit of your dress, groan at the pain you cause him but was pleased nonetheless. His hands come up your shoulder confidently, sliding down the rest of the material as it slid off the bed and hit the ground. Your knee came up behind him, pressing him down to reunite your curves and hollows as he moved to nip the skin at your clavicle, murmurs from lips occasionally leaving his lips.
âWhat was that?â you asked, already intoxicated in something other than alcohol for once tonight.
âI said, âIâve been wanting to fuck you the moment I saw you again.ââ
His voice exhibited a gravelly rasp, one you wouldnât have expected knowing him, but fuck, if it didnât make your pussy full-out throb. âYeah,â you egged on, âYou wanted to see if you still fit your cock in me?â
He gave out a low growl. âI forgot how annoying you were.â
âI guess not too annoying to fuck me full in the front seat of your Camry.â
âI miss that thing. Too many good memories.â His sigh fanned over the back of your neck before his lips sucked against the skin under your ear, causing you to crumble underneath him. âBut itâs fine, I can make new memories. And I wonât be worried about breaking you this time.â
His hips dipped down in yours, teasing his bulge at your wet, clothed core before youâre thrusting back in whines. Your hand roamed through his blond locks, gripping like you were doing into your insanity, if only there were just as surprisingly healthy and strong. âFuck me already. I want you to stuff me with your cock just like the last time.â
He shook his head, that smile of his filling your insides with need and desperation. âThought Iâd catch you up on a bit on how Iâve improved first.â
He trailed kisses down your body, hands caressing over your breast before your sides. You tremble as the pads of his fingers grazed the edges of your panties, pulling them down and off of your body leaving you nothing but nude. Your glistening arousal stared back at him like a limitless fountain of youth, inclination bubbling up inside of him. The back of his hand rubbed against the moisture of your folds, seeing you thoroughly coat him as he wrapped his lips against your thighs, moans ebbing from his lips and yours.
âYour pretty pussy is so wet for me. Just like I remember.â Your clit was squeezed between his fingers, swelling up so enticingly he just had to suck against it. You clenched your abdomen, calling out for him, âfucking hell,â and then his tongue was inside you as though it was digging for gold, âholy shit.â
The sounds he made were simply carnal, like he hadnât been feeding for months and until now you could help but eat every second up as he devoured you entirely. Your toe curled, your breath stolen from, and your cunt flooded until you could overflow a dam. âI could eat your pussy all night, baby girlâŠif I knew you tasted this goodâŠwouldâve been the first thing Iâd done to you.â His thumb presses on your clit, flicking it from side to side, and the stripes he ran up your slit become ravenous, monstrous, torturous.
âYouâre gonna make me cum, pleaseâŠâ
âAlready,â he teased, kissing your entrance, âIâve barely started. Or are you saying because youâre such a slut for my cock?â
You winced as he pinched your clit, holding back tears. âNo, no. Iâm really about toâahâcumâŠâ
âGuess I should savor it when it arrives, shouldn't I?â
He ate you out until youâre practically screaming, the creak of the bed would be normally something thatâd bother you, but his tongue is so tantalizing you donât even notice. Meanwhile, his hands have taken over your breasts, squeezing them so possessively in each hand you feel like youâre truly his, and none otherwise.
âSuch a pretty little messâŠcum on my tongue, baby girlâŠI need you cumming in my mouthâŠâ His pleas sounded dirty, desperate, devastating. Your whines cried out as you begged for more, pushing his face deeper into you, feeling the burn of your cheeks. âShutâŠupâfuck!â
You involuntarily came in him as he wished. Painting the inside of his mouth with your milky climax, he laughed contently in your heat as he pulled away. Your cum stretched from your sopping pussy to his lips, forcing you to watch as he licked up the mess, starting with the collection from his cheeks. âSuch a good slut for me,â he wiped the cum from the underside of his chin, putting his fingers between his mouth while groaning. âI needed this so bad with the week Iâve had.âÂ
He wounded himself tight around his digits, letting go with a âpop. âEspecially with how confused and horny you make meâŠIâm gonna fuck your stupid cunt until youâre sure you want me just as much as I want you.â
He reached over his bedside to rip open a condom and rolled it on himself, giving you the glimpse you needed to be reminded of how big and delectable just Chanâs cock was. There he then held your legs until they folded against you, spreading you wide and perfect for him to fuck into. Plunging through your cum lubricated walls, he entered you with ease, the familiar sensation of your fluttering grip took him back to his youth. âShit, thatâs good.â
You suppress a moan, to which he scolded you by squeezing your cheeks, gripping your face harshly in his direction, and what he said next was enough to make you want to cum right there on the spot. âDonât do that. I want you to be loud. I want everyone in this house to hear you while I fuck you senseless to the point you forget your name.â
Whoever dare says Lee Chan is a liar is the real liar because he knows how to keep a promise.
His body, heavy and strong, pressed you unto the mattress mercilessly, pounding out the cheap strings that were bound to break. Your screams of his name bounced off the thin walls, taking every stroke of his cock until you were mistaken for bloody murder. It wasnât what you expected, and yet you couldnât be happier to be wrong. Your head threw back at the claim of his hands on your hips, now pulling at you to manually use you for his bidding, only to bottom out in you repeatedly. âFuck ChanâŠpleaseâŠâ
After having been told to let your vocal cords loose, you took it personally and screamed his name from the rooftops, which you might as well have done with how obnoxiously boisterous you were taking every gorgeous inch.Â
âGood slut,â He flipped you on your stomach, only to rut into you deep. His hand caressed your back, âIâm a bit possessive if you canât tell. Usually, I wouldnât care if anyone heard, but with you, I canât help but do care. I want everyone to know who it is youâre fucking. Who it is ruining you like this.â
âShit, thatâs so hotâŠâ you whine, your ass cheeks burning in the rage of his hips.
âSay it for me then. Say how you like me inside you. Say how you like how Iâm fucking you stupid.â
You choked on your words as he pushed in you without abandon, riling himself up at the anticipation of your words. âI love you inside meâŠI love how you fuck me so stupid, ChanâŠâ
He pulled you up by your arm, his hands clenched your breasts, fondling them on his palms and pinching your pretty erect nipples as his sweaty, toned chest pressed against your back. âYou listen to me so fucking well,â he landed a strike on your breast, causing you to moan in response, âI wish I couldâve been fucking you like this all the time. No one was ever like you.â
Your back arched into him, convulsing as you felt the stream of your climax rise up the surface again, controlling you much the way Chan did. As if Chan could read your mind, his lips pressed against your ear tenderly, fingers coming at your swollen clit to rub it pain-achingly perfect. âDo it, cum all over my cock, babyâŠI wantâneed you to cum so hard on my cock.â
Even when you cum another time, Chanâs stamina doesnât cease and heâs asking for another. âJust one moreâ he pleaded. And heâs fucking you over and over again, until youâre in his lap, grinding on his hips with cock stuffed back inside you as his legs lifted up in repetitive thrusts to rearrange your insides. His tongue roamed in your mouth without abandon, lip ring still brushing against your kiss-swollen lips as heâs whimpering how good you clench around him or perfectly you whine for him in that mouthwatering infliction. âYour pussyâs so damn perfect. Shit, Iâllâfuck, oh god.â
Your pungent honey releases once more, while Chan, unfortunately, poured him into his into the rubber, having you silently mourn the waste. He clenched you against him, your twitch so tantalizing, he had to feel every spasm, kissing you sweetly until you were soothed into stability. He whispered praise of your beauty, your body, your efforts. Bad memories of others washed away with his presence, only allowing his acts of worshiping every inch of you.
âIâm happy I came tonight.â
Chan chuckled, thinking about the unintended innuendo, as he pressed your body nestled into his closer, âMe too. Next time we can do it again, maybe without the condom next time.â
âNot without testing I hope,â You said after hearing him giggle at the thought. Then his words are repeating in your head, âNext time.â You werenât about to make the same mistake youâre used to and because it was Chan, you were confident with him itâd be different. You held his fingers in yours, lacing them through before pressing them to your lips, âNext time as in the next time we fuck or the next time weâre together?â
He softly smiled. âLooks like someone has a crush.â
âUgh, fuck you.â
You let go of his hands, initiating his boisterous laughter and euphoria-inducing smile as he spooned your bare backside. âNext time weâre together. After I take you on a proper date that is.â
âWhat about your auction date?â
He sighed, suddenly remembering that. âItâs unavoidable, unfortunately, but Iâll promise to come to see you right after and show you what things I rather do to you than anyone else.â
âThat a promise?â
âCross my heart, hope to die.â
You turned around to face him again and pressed your hands against his soft and supple cheeks, kissing his lips long and languidly. âYouâre so cute.â
âUgh,â he groaned, pulling you by the waist, âI thought the blonde and piercing would change that.â
âYouâll never not be cute. Everything cute about you Iâll l-adore.â
âYou were going to say something else.â
âI wasnât.â You denied.
âOh my god,â he gripped tighter around, enough to almost suffocate you, âyou love me.â
You flailed in his grip. âWhat the fuck?â
âOh, you so love me,â He sang.
âShut up, I donât,â You rolled your eyes, âbut I do end up loving someone, it wouldnât be so bad if it was with you first.â
âIs that a promise to one day love me? To have and to hold?â He teases, secretly hopefully.
âLetâs say itâs wishful thinking. All Lee Chans in needs love too.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âOh, someone will make sense of it.â
#you're sick in the head for this ntw#btw*#the way i wanted to punch him in the face when he called himself a feminist đđđ he's so annoying#to be fair to dino#reader was kinda being trash and giving out mixed signals#not the tension making me hold my breath the entire time#your writing đ€đŸđ€đŸđ€đŸđ€đŸ#everytime you described his body i experienced war flashbacks to those clips from in the soop and that video with Mingyu and i simply need#to leave#you reached into my brain and used all my weaknesses when it comes to dino smut against me#you're so evil#HOW DARE YOU WHEN HE GRABBED OUR FACE#POSSESSIVE DINO??!?!??!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!#LET ME HAVE PEACE#also not âmy lee chanâ N A N A#why would you make me yearn like this????????#the ending đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđđđđ#he is cute and i want to combust#anyways totally normal about this your writing and lee chan#nana <3#seventeen smut#lee chan smut#chan smut#dino smut#dino seventeen smut#seventeen dino smut#chan seventeen smut#seventeen chat smut#you deserve all of the exposure
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18+ Minors dni. Buckys innocent neighbor who bakes him cookies and muffins just cause. The girl next door who has the coziest apartment he's ever been in. Shelves filled with books along with plenty of comfy blankets decorating the couches. Bucky has his own place right across but home is with her (even if she doesn't know it yet).
She's the type of girl he's going to take his time with, asking her out on a date, just coffee and a walk in the park. Nothing more than a kiss on her cheek at the end of the night. Another date. Dinner. Another kiss to her other cheek. He wouldn't dare rush anything, especially not someone as soft and sweet as her.
He feels like such a dirty little pervert when he thinks about her afterwards when he's alone in bed, all the blood in his body rushing south, and fuck he's so hard. He tries to ignore it, he didn't want to do something so debauched by thinking of her like that, he even tries to think about his grocery list, laundry, he'd probably wash his arm later, it would probably be fine in the dishwasher-
Nothing worked.
He groans, shuffling and kicking his sweats off, hissing when his hand goes down to tug at his aching cock, relief flooding his veins at the sensation. He lets his mind wander to how adorable she'd be, the way he'd take her apart in the most gentle way. Lay her against the pillows while he holds those soft thighs apart, giving her the most feather light suckles on that perfect clit, basking in all the sounds she'd make. He strokes himself faster thinking about the way he'd get her ready to take all of him. How he'd make it so good for her-shit he was going to blow-maybe if he was lucky, one day she'd let him put his cock in her mou-
"Fuck!!" Bucky threw his head back, spurts of cum shooting from his sensitive head, his post orgasm haze leaving him feeling like a filthy old man. She were here making him baked treats and he was jerking his dick off like a sick fuck.
Then the night finally comes. Bucky is ready to cuddle and nothing else but he's thrown off because never in his wildest fantasies did he expect this.
She is the girl who sends him reeling the first time he takes her clothes off one by one revealing dark ink on her back and hips. He has to suppress a growl, his eyes growing wide at the scantily clad lace that covers her body.
"Like what you see, Sergeant?" she practically purrs in his ear while he lets his han ghost over her bare skin, his chest heaving when his eyes fall to her perfect breasts, hints of silver peeking from under her lingerie, there was no way-
"Can I?" He asks breathlessly, his hand reaching behind to unclasp the bra, those pretty pierced nipples begging to be sucked.
Bucky who turns into a fucking menace, his entire world flipping upside down when she grinds down on his crotch not hiding exactly what she needs from him. He doesn't even have the ability to hide how feral he is, letting all his inhibitions slip.
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"My little bunny's a slut, fuck, c'mere" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, hauling you over to his bedroom like an untamed beast, tossing you onto his bed with no remorse. You're in nothing but your panties which he rips right off, your thighs squeezing together at the way he stalks over to you, his hungry eyes raking up and down your body without an ounce of shame. He tugs his sweats down to reveal his leaky cock, stroking it at the edge of his bed after tossing his shirt off.
"See this baby? Been fuckin' stroking and touching myself like a fuckin' teenager because of you-" He throws off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his knees, "-and you've been here lookin' like God damn sin under those cute little sweaters"
He flicks his cockhead against your clit, humming at the clear beads of his arousal that drip onto your cunt.
"Fuck James, need more, pl-"
"Nuh uh, what was that you called me earlier, sweets?" He lets out a dark chuckle, the veins in his cock throbbing as he tightly holds the base, waiting to hear it again.
"Sergeant" you whine with mischief in your eyes and Bucky is a goner. He'll taste you later and most definitely feed you his cock another day but right now he wants to be nowhere else other than your pussy. He wants to watch you take every bit of him, rolling over to lay on his back while you straddle him, his length slotted against your cunt. He holds it up for you with a cocky look on his face, moaning when his tip breeches your tight pussy, your walls gripping his swollen, pink head.
"That's just the tip baby, c'mon, sit on it, wanna put all of my dick in you, that's it, good girl-shittt"
"Oh fuccckk,s'big" You moan feeling the stretch as you sink all the way down, panting and staying still while you adjust to his size.
"That's it bunny, that's it, ride me, ride your Sergeant" He grabs you by the hips, guiding you to grind down on him, making you feel his entire cock in your stomach. "You're a slut for big dick aren't you baby, acting all cute and shy when all you really wanted was the winter soldier's cock"
Bucky wasn't even sure where all the filth spewing from his mouth was even coming from but he couldn't stop.
"S'that it bunny? Say it baby, tell me how much you wanted my fat cock in you"
"Wanted it! F-cuk Sergeant, wanted your cock s-o-so bad!!"
"Fuck yes!!" His feet plant to meet your bounces, his hips thrusting up, slamming his entire length into you. "M'close, fuck bunny, gonna cum already, I can't hold it-
He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. You feel to good. He rubs your clit needing you to cum all over him so he can let go.
"Please, cum all over Sergeants cock baby, give it to me, be a good girl n'cum, c'mon, cum on my dick, yes, oh fuck yes I can feel it-milk it, shit touch my balls-"
You nearly collapse as your orgasm starts to wash over you, his sponge head hitting the most sensitive parts against your walls while he toys with your clit. His voice is muffled as you start to feel waves of pleasure consume you but you head just enough to reach behind, rubbing his heavy, so full of cum ba-
"FUUUCCCCKKK" He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body while he relentlessly thrusts up, biting down on your shoulder while he lets out the sluttiest, loudest moan with 0 remorse. It feels too good and he's sure the neighbors can hear but honestly, everyone should know how amazing it feels.
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"I got you pretty baby" Bucky coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a shiver running through you while you float in bliss. Bucky pulls the covers up, deciding to cuddle up with you for a bit before running a shower, his previous demeanor replaced with the far less debauched version of him.
Anyway, just an idea. Also, it's past my bedtime.
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â ââĄ Ë ÊŸÊŸ You had no idea how such a tiny, squishy thing ended up in your room, but you couldn't deny how cute it looked. It floated in, silent and staring, a soft blob with one red eye and odd black markings scattered across its little body. You tilted your head at it, unsure what exactly it was.
When you picked it up, it didnât resistâjust squished against your hands like a plush toy. You couldnât help but coo at it. âAww, whereâd you come from, little guy?â
If only you knew.
Inside that harmless, blob-like form was the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna, seething internally. This was humiliating. Reduced to a helpless blob, no voice, no power, and here you were, holding him like some helpless little pet. Sukuna, feared by all, now reduced to a soft thing that couldnât even speak to tell you whoâwhatâhe was.
He would've scowled if he could. The great Sukuna, feared across the world for centuries, and now here he was⊠this.
You squished him in your hands gently, unaware of the curseâs silent rage. âYouâre so soft,â you giggled, gently running your fingertips along his markings, completely oblivious to the dangerous being you held.
Sukunaâs eye twitched. How dare you. If he could speak, heâdâ!
But then, you set him down on your bed, a little pillow propped up beside him like he belonged there. He blinked up at you, stunned for a second. No fear. No recognition. Just pure adoration for what you thought was a cute, harmless creature.
You didnât know any better.
Heat of embarrassment swelled inside him, and Sukuna fumed. This was ridiculous. The King of Curses, the man who once ruled the world of curses, now being treated like some soft little pet. It was beneath him. He should be tearing you apart, not sitting here like some pampered toy. But no matter how much he cursed you in his mind, you couldnât hear it.
When you leaned down, brushing your fingers over his smooth surface, the irritation simmered down, replaced by an odd warmth. He grumbled to himself, frustrated that he wasnât more upset about your affection.
âWell, youâre mine now,â you said with a smile, tucking him against a blanket as if he needed it.
Yours? Sukuna almost scoffed. You think you own me?
But still, he didnât move. Part of him wanted to lash out, but the other partâwell, he wasnât exactly hating the way you gently cared for him, completely unaware of the monster in your room. Maybe it was the softness of your hands or how utterly unafraid you were of him. Whatever it was, the King of Curses found himself⊠settling down.
It was embarrassing, sure, but there was something oddly comforting about the way you fussed over him, treating him like some precious little thing. Maybe he would stick around a little longer. At least until he could regain his strength.
For now, though, heâd let you have your moment. Just donât think for a second that this changes anything. He was still Ryomen Sukuna, and the moment he got his power back, heâd make sure you knew it.
But for now⊠maybe being âyoursâ wasnât so bad.
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