#i love theft i love stealing

[sqrkyclean]

"you stole that charcter concept/dynamic/etc from [media]!"

[crownedwithstars]

the reasons I think Fëanorians should not get the Silmarils back

it's a better and more compelling story this way. their fall from grace and the way they corrupt and destroy themselves because of a hopeless quest is peak tragedy, which would be ruined by their success.

it's a justified consequence of the Kinslayings: the right of ownership is not and cannot ever be more important than somebody else's right to live.

it's also a justified consequence of them stealing and destroying someone else's priceless semi-sacred property: Teleri will never get their ships back because Fëanor burned them out of spite, so it's only fair and square that the Silmarils are never returned to him or his heirs. 

if Stuff is so important to you that it causes you to ruin the lives of all your children, losing that Stuff forever is probably just karmic justice. (see also: "if more of us valued food and cheer above hoarded gold...")

And no, nobody else should have the Silmarils either. It's clear that having a Silmaril messes with your brain. At the end of the Silm, they should become public property. I would go even further than this and say that the actual resolution of the Silm, where nobody can have them and the single surviving jewel is carried as a star that everyone can indiscriminately see by a guy who never expressed a desire for it, is probably the only correct one. 

[sarah-sandwich]

Valentine's for my Valentine's (mutuals and followers and anyone else who sees them)

Happy Valentine's Day!! I am parked horribly in front of your house blasting the song that makes you feel the most You from my boombox!

[waywardsalt]

i think its funnier if linebeck sets a bad example for link not necessarily by generally being a dick or having bad advice, but instead by genuinely advocating for crime as a good solution to any problem

[barksbog]

workplace fiend

[jacqcrisis]

I love the meta-narrative of robbing the bank with Astarion. You don't have to break into the vaults. Theres no reason to but listen: you're all back in the big city, the vampire is probably experiencing a level of stress and anxiety that he hasn't felt in a while considering his freedom is always one bad fight from being taken away, and a cult is coming to turn everyone into mindflayers.

So how do we let Astarion blow off some steam in a way that doesn't involve murdering innocent civilians? That's right, you throw his ass in a bank and let him let his hair down. He needs this. It's for his mental health.

Go steal from some rich assholes, baby girl, and after, I'll buy you a shiny new bow and so many greater invisibility scrolls.

[autumnexart]

Mae for May

sketched may because its May now lol!

[lakottke]

Glory to Bloxstotzka!

[ratmans-notebooks]

no WAY mom is lecturing us on taking a few extra creamers from the gas station coffee station like we're literally SHOOTING up a store💀

[bestestbuonessadvice]

I support anti-civ anarchism in an unironic sense

Everyone reblog with your most unemployable traits

[uncannydevotion]

Me, liu, and sully going out and eloping

congrats on your marriage <3

[escapetosurvive]

Also Luc as a name? I know what you are 😑

IM BEING CYBERBULLIED

[cover-your-ears]

fighting god (Genshin Impact)

[chucklechampion]

ah heem heem......

[humanjarvis]

blushing bandit: part 2

synopsis: when you caught caleb stealing your panties, you'd told him to ask you for the real thing next time. he disobeys.

tags: sub!caleb, dependent caleb, caleb steals your panties again, begging, facesitting, cunnilingus, handjob with used panties, mean reader, dirty talk, sexual condescension, caleb comes untouched (and then touched), overstimulation, slight aftercare, actions/positions may be anatomically challenged idk how any of that works irl pairing: caleb x reader word count: 2.3k

PART 1

a/n: so much love on the last one. i hope i did y'all justice

You’re not sure why your eyes flutter open in the dead of night until you hear the soft groans echoing down the hallway. 

As you come to your senses, a spark of anger dissolves your lethargy. It’s 2 a.m., you’d had a long day, and you really don’t feel like leaving the comfort of your bed to investigate. Whatever he’s getting up to, he can whimper his way through it alone, you think, nestling deeper into your sheets. 

That is, until you hear the faint grunt of your name float through the air, luring you in with the promise of punishment. 

With a grunt of your own, you swing off the mattress and pad down the hall, shivering from the chilled air prickling through your camisole and shorts. Great, and it’s freezing in here. Another grievance to add to the list.

Braving the cold, you come to a stop a few steps from his room, refusing to be caught in the soft light spilling from the cracked doorway. Two days before, Caleb had been reckless—he’d been moving so hastily to catch a glimpse of you touching yourself that you could’ve spotted his shadow with your eyes closed. 

No, you wouldn’t be so careless. This was your grand entrance to make, after all. You’d bide your time, make him wonder if you’d been serious about your request from earlier—if you cared enough to correct his misbehavior. 

Gingerly, you slink to the opposite wall, deftly avoiding the gleam of his floor lamp as you cross to the other side of the doorframe. 

As you peer through the gap in the doorway, holding your breath in anticipation, you expect to see Caleb disobeying the order you’d given him: to come to you for help, to ask you for the real thing. Check.

You expect to see a pair of your panties pressed against his face as he desperately fucks into his hand. Check.

You expect them to be the pair you’d so graciously gifted him two days prior, when you’d made him admit his thefts. But you’d underestimated him, it seems. No check here. 

Because pressed against Caleb’s nose are the lavender panties you’d worn during your trip to the mall this afternoon. He must’ve stolen them from your hamper while you were in the shower. With a quiet scoff, you slip into the room, your footfalls muted by his crescendoing moans and the soft rubs of skin on skin. 

Leaning against the wall in front of him, you take in his writhing form: his trembling hand molding your panties to his face, his muscled chest heaving through inhales, his swollen cock bobbing with his movements. His scrunched-closed eyes blocking the one view that might be able to get him off.

It’s when he huffs in frustration, clearly no longer able to find release without you present, that Caleb opens his eyes. Annoyed, he squints at the ceiling, then at his lamp, before finally spotting you in his periphery. 

You wear a blank expression as he meets your eyes, and flickers of alarm, then relief, then anticipation cross his face. 

Slowly, haughtily, you uncross your arms and push off the wall, stalking toward his bedside to tower over him with a sneer. As your eyes travel down his body, his length throbs under your gaze, and he moves to reach out to you before thinking better of it. With an unimpressed look that you hope masks your arousal, you quirk an eyebrow. “All that effort to disobey me and you couldn’t even come, huh?” 

His cheeks flush, and he looks down at his chest to escape your scrutiny. “I was almost about to—”

“You were almost about to give up and go to sleep with a leaking cock,” you say plainly, earning a garbled choke from the man beneath you. 

Sighing, you climb onto the mattress. “I distinctly remember telling you,” you start, crawling up his body, “the next time you want to get off, you ask me. You come to me.” 

When you reach his waist, you settle your hips onto his abdomen, resting your palms flat on his chest. “And not only do you choose your hand over my help, you also steal from me again. What do I say to that? What should I do with you?”

He feigns contemplation for a moment before smiling up at you, a coy softness in his gaze. “You could show me,” he whispers, circling his thumb on your hip. “Show me why I should come to you. What I've been missing.” 

You snort. 

“Right, of course,” you humor him, rolling your hips into the hard panes of his waist. “I should punish you by giving you a reward. Why didn’t I think of that?”

His hands, which had come up to grip your ass as you moved, flex in response to your teasing. “No,” he corrects, his breathy voice dropping an octave, “you should punish me by using me. Takin’ all your anger out on my face. I stole from you—woke you up, didn’t listen to you, right? Shouldn’t you use me? Put me in my place?”

You know what he’s doing. You fully know what he’s doing, but his display of docility has made you too wet to care. You’re sure he can feel it seeping through your shorts and onto his abs—that’s probably why his pupils push the purple from his eyes, his breaths coming out in soft pants. 

Lightly digging your nails into his pecs, you lean toward him, your cleavage hanging just before his chin. “Okay, Caleb. I’ll use you.” 

Shifting your weight, you inch further up his body, coming to kneel with your legs on either side of his head. Bracing one hand on the headboard, you start lowering yourself toward him, savoring the way he licks his lips in anticipation. 

But it can’t be that easy. If you’re doing this, you’re doing it your way. 

Halfway to his mouth, you pause, suddenly, casting an exaggerated frown down at his eager face. 

“I’m not sure I really should, though—use you, I mean. You were so ready to disobey me, I’m just not convinced. Maybe I should let you keep licking my panties and rutting into your hand—you seemed happy enough doing it earlier. What do you say?” you taunt, moving to lift off him. 

“No,” Caleb whines, bold hands coming to hold you in place above him.

You still in acquiescence—hell, you weren’t going anywhere, anyway—and tut down at him. “No?” you repeat, a mocking lilt in your voice. “Do you deserve it, then?”

You see the impish glint in his eye the moment he thinks of pulling you down himself, but you challenge him with a much less playful glint of your own. In an instant, his mischief fizzles, and his throat bobs in time with the blush blooming on his cheeks. “I deserve it,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your cunt. “Deserve to be used. By you.”

“Mm, you do? Then why don’t you say ‘please,’ Caleb?”

It’s a beautiful moment, the seconds where he almost breaks in desperation. The man who never asks for anything, suddenly forced to beg for everything. But before he can crumble, his faltering, scarlet face twitching from impatience, he schools his expression, returning to the simpering, pliable version of him that only you could bring out.

“…Use me. Let me have the real thing. Please,” he whispers hoarsely, pressing a light kiss to your inner thigh. 

With a fond, appeased smile, you finally sink down on him, aligning his nose with your clit and lips with your sticky heat. When you press flush against his face, he freezes momentarily, his fingers tightening around your hips as deep inhales flutter across your cunt. 

Recovering, he gives you a reverent, chaste kiss before flicking his tongue out, and as the tang of your flavor—right from the source—spreads across his mouth, an impulse to eat consumes his thoughts. In an instant, he parts your folds with a decisive lick, swirling his tongue to taste every part of you he can reach. 

As he explores you in warm, dutiful strokes, you thread your fingers in his hair, tugging up to bump his nose against your clit. When he feels the twitching bud, he pauses to give it an open-mouthed kiss before diving back between your folds. 

“Aw, look at you,” you giggle. “Isn’t this so much better? Imagine how much time we could’ve saved if you’d come to me earlier.” 

At your words, his lips release you with a lewd smack before latching back on with fervor. 

Emboldened by his encouragement, you tighten your hold on his hair and pull him to you, rolling your cunt against his face in a steady grind. Moaning into you at the friction, he bucks his hips involuntarily, and you grin down at him. “This fits you, don’t you think? Being used?” 

Humming against you in agreement, he burrows deeper between your legs, eyes screwed shut in concentration. 

“Eyes on me,” you order, stilling your movements to catch his attention. After a moment, his hazy violet gaze finds yours, and all the confusion he’s capable of mustering is evident on his face. “There he is,” you coo. “You didn’t want to come up, did you? Too shy to look at me?”

He shakes his head ardently, squishing your cunt harder against his lips. 

“No? What was it, then?” 

Conflicted, he whines at your prodding, clearly wanting to answer but unwilling to part from your core long enough to do so.

You laugh softly at his stubbornness before throwing your head back and resuming your earlier pace, dragging your slit up and down his ready mouth. “What, you wanna stay down there forever? Wake up under me, breathe me, live off my cum?”

As the suggestion rings through the air, a few things happen at once. Caleb’s lips detach from you with a wet pop, seemingly against his will, as his eyes roll back and he grips your hips so tightly you think they’ll bruise. 

It’s then that you feel something splatter against your spine, and you look back to catch his engorged, twitching cock spurting thick ropes of cum. As the heavy breaths that punctuate his whimpers fan into you, you conceal the smirk on your face and look down at him with a pout. 

“Already?” you whine playfully. “I haven’t even done what I wanted yet. You won’t wait for me?” 

Still recovering from his high, Caleb can only press a light kiss to your clit—a sign that it’s okay to continue. 

“I guess I’ll have to give you another,” you decide. “I’m feeling generous tonight, in spite of it all.” 

With a wink, you extend an arm to where your panties lay discarded and loop them through your fingers, wearing them like a glove. Threading your other hand in Caleb’s hair to stabilize yourself, you reach back and clasp his pulsing cock, the fabric in your fingers meeting his skin with devastating friction. 

Giving him only a moment to gasp into you, you slide your hand down his length, collecting his seed as you go and ruining yet another pair of your underwear. Once the material is coated with his cum, you repeat your movements—up and down, up and down in time with your thrusts against his face. 

Overwhelmed and overstimulated, he grinds you into him, imprinting his head into the plush pillow beneath. With nowhere left to go and everything left to give, he frantically probes at your entrance, fumbling slightly before finally breaching your hole with his tongue. You gasp at the intrusion, instinctively clamping your legs around his head in defense, which only sucks him further inside. 

Wanton moans falling from your lips, you rock your swollen clit against the bridge of his nose, claiming every part of him as you chase your release. When his flicks and swishes between your walls become too much to bear, you clench around his tongue with a breathy cry and gush into his waiting mouth. As your movements stutter from the pleasure, your hand slips from its place on his cock, and the lace border of your panties snags on his tip. The dual sensations have him coming again, painting his chest and your lower back a milky, translucent white.

In the silence that follows, the only noises in the room your intermixed, shuddering breaths, Caleb laps at your release in continued reverence. When those laps turn to suckles, you clamber off of him before he can start again.

Supporting yourself with your elbows, your feet planted on the bed, you take in his flushed face, drenched with your essence and a mix of your sweat. Between heavy pants, he fixes his imploring gaze on you and reaches out with a whimper, to which you quickly oblige. Crawling to the headboard, you lean your back against it and wrap your arms around his spent body, pressing a long kiss to his damp hair. 

He folds himself into your chest, nuzzling against you, and the decelerating beat of your heart steadies his. Running a hand through his soft strands, you give his scalp a brief massage before asking the question that’s been on your mind from the moment his moans disrupted your sleep. “Caleb?” you murmur into his ear. “You wanted me to hear you, didn’t you?” 

Sluggish, he looks up at you with a blissed-out smile, his unfocused eyes settling on your knowing expression. Wordlessly, he presses one kiss to your wrist, another to the valley of your chest, before nestling back down, his large hand resting on your still-leaking heat.

taglist: @mcdepressed290 @imiqz @silviex

[jaysbaefie]

perv | lhs

synopsis: in which you’ve finally had enough of heesungs lack of action, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

genre: high-school classmates to lovers ?

pairing: loser!heesung x afab reader

warnings: perv!heesung, sub(ish)!heesung, softdom!reader, dubcon(sort of), up skirt picture taking, grinding, panty stealing, panty sniffing, theft lol, oral (f. rec), masturbation, riding, p in v (unprotected), titty sucking. i think that’s it…

wc: 2.9k

a/n: thank you for 150+ followers and all the love on my fics. ‘inmate 1697’ has almost 1000 likes and i couldn’t be more grateful. i’ve been posting a lot more shorter fics with 3k or less word counts but that’s because i have a bigger one coming soon! it should be out in a weeks time from now maybe less! for those of you who have been asking for pt2 for ‘noona’ and ‘inmate 1697’ they are works in progress don’t worry i see you lol.

anyways, enjoy <3

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a smirk graced your lips as you slowly drop your hand from the desk and onto his knee. your smirk widening when you feel his leg twitch at your touch.

you could feel heesung stare down at you, his breathing getting heavier as his heart stutters in his chest.

you pay his looks no mind as you continue to stare up at the front, keeping your eyes glued to your teacher who was discussing who knows what on the board.

you slowly trail your hand up from his knee, inching towards his prominent bulge that his school slacks seemed to emphasize greatly.

you feel your thighs slacken when you realize how big he was, never noticing prior that he was hiding something much bigger than he let on.

"w-what are you doing?" he whispers harshly, his hand coming down to grip at yours, preventing it from moving up any further.

"what are you talking about sungie?" you whisper back innocently, now deciding to look up at the boy. you felt your breath hitch when you took in his state, his cheeks flushed a soft pink and his pupils dilated. he had his teeth holding his bottom lip hostage, his face having a slight sheen of sweat.

his face morphs into one of desperation, "you know what your doing, __. this isn't okay," he almost pleas, you could feel how sweaty his hand had become on top of yours which only made you feel giddier—he was nervous.

"and you staring down my shirt isn't? hm? or how about all the up skirt pictures you took of me? or my gym clothes that seem to go missing and end up in your locker instead?" you toss back, biting your lip to hold yourself from laughing when you see his face drop in shame.

"i-i'm sorry, i'll stop! i promise," he begs softly when he realizes that he had been discovered. he hopes that you don't take him to the deans office, he didn't want to be expelled for being a pervert.

"but what if i don't want you to?" and with that your gripping his bulge, a low whimper leaving his mouth before his eyes go wide—slapping his hand over his mouth. this catches the attention of the teacher who looks at the boy with concern, "are you okay, heesung?"

you squeeze him harder, stroking him through his pants before your thumb finds his tip—rubbing firmly against his slit. he shuts his eyes tightly at the feeling, his body twitching as you fasten your pace.

heesung shakes his head, "may i be excused, miss?" he barely musters out when he feels you stroke him over his pants harder. the teacher nods hesitantly, concerned for his well being.

heesung springs up from his seat, a small laugh escaping your lips as he looks down at you in shock. his hands immediately go to cover his hard on, before he's running out of the classroom.

this isn't over.

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it in fact wasn't over, you had him cornered in the men's rest room. soon after heesung had made his grand exit out of the classroom, you too asked to be excused.

you hummed carelessly as you opened the door to the bathroom, you peered in making sure that no one else was in the room. after determining if it was clear to go in, you step in and close the door—jamming a wooden wedge in the door so no one would be able to get in.

"sungie.." you sing, walking down the aisle of stalls while you open each door you pass by. "i know your in here."

you hear a small gasp, your mouth stretching into a grin as you near the handicap stall. "the longer you play the game the harsher i'll be on you," you threaten softly as you stand in front of the door of the stall.

you peer through the crack, seeing heesung pressed against the wall with his hand against his mouth. you 'tsk' before your using your nails and pressing into the groove of the bathroom lock—twisting to open the stall.

heesung lets out a gasp when he sees the stall door swing open, pressing himself further into the tiled walls. you walk in slowly, your mouth pulled in a smirk as you lock the door behind you—stalking over to the quivering boy.

"sungie," you coo, now standing right in front of him with your hands on his chest. "why are you running away from me? i thought you liked me," you fake whine, your hands now running up and down his chest as you feel him shiver against your touch.

"i-i do like you," he stutters, his cheeks a bright pink as he lifts his hand to push his sliding glasses up.

"then why are you hiding from me?" your body pressed up against his so you could feel his dick push against your tummy.

when you don't get a response from him you decide to push harder, your hands now yanking his tie so he was leaning down with his face right in front of yours.

"answer me," you demand, your voice hardening as you stare him down. he swallows harshly, "b-because you m-make me nervous.." he finally answers, his voice cracking at the end.

your smirk widens at his confession, "i make you nervous? but not nervous enough to stop your perverted actions, right?" he grimaces at your words, "i-i'm sorry, __. i won't ever do it again.. i-i promise!" he exclaims his hands joining together  as he pleas for your forgiveness.

"really? you're sorry?" you ask, a small pout on your face as you twirl his tie in your hand—looking up at him with big eyes filled with faux innocence.

the look you gave him was enough to make him cum in his pants, his dick twitching in his pants as he stares down at you.

heesung nods his head quickly, "i-i'm really sorry, __," he repeats, his tone genuine. "so you'd do anything to make it up to me?"

he nods his head again, "anything."

oh heesung, you fucked up.

that's how heesung found himself on his knees in the bathroom stall, his face under your skirt with one of your legs hitched over his shoulder.

"never done this before?" you ask, cocking your head to the side as you. he moves your skirt out of his face, shaking his head 'no'. you get a strange feeling of satisfaction at his answer, "it's okay sungie, i'll teach you."

with that your hooking your panties to the side, exposing your aching and dripping cunt. heesungs breath hitches, his phones camera wasn't able to catch what his eyes were.

he thought he was slick with the way he'd take up skirt pictures of you, standing close to you in hallways or on the bus with his phone blindly taking photos of what he could. he was getting tired of using his imagination.

what he didn't know was that you were aware of his antics. heesung, to put it simply, wasn't the most subtle when it came to being a pervert. he was sloppy, obvious and a nervous wreck.

at first when you discovered his actions, you were disgusted. you were going to give him a piece of your mind and maybe drag him to the principles office, but soon decided against it. you discovered how cute he was, how flustered he looked when he'd be near you and how he seemed to follow you around like a lost puppy. it was easy to tell that he had a crush on you, so you let it continue.

however, you soon grew tired of his lack of action towards actually touching you. it was all staring and the occasional blurry picture, you needed more—and you knew he did too.

you started to push yourself up against him on the bus on purpose, your body moulding right into his. you could feel his hard on against your ass, or how he held his breath in when the bus would drive over a pothole or swerved to quickly—resulting in him grinding against you.

when you realized that he wasn't taking advantage of the situation, you changed your ways.

so, you began to leave your locker open in hopes of catching him snooping, but instead he shocked you even more. you watched him rummage through your gym bag, stuffing little trinkets into his pocket as he whipped his head around to make sure that no one was witnessing his act of theft.

at first he had started off fairly innocent, taking your lip balm or your hand lotions—but then he grew bolder.

you saw him hold your gym shorts up to your nose, scrunching the fabric in his large hands as he inhaled your scent. seeing this, you decide to test something else—you began to leave your panties in the bag.

heesung looked almost ecstatic when he saw the cotton or lacy material in your bag, biting at his lip before pulling the fabric up to his nose. he even slipped a few pairs into his pockets, shutting your locker and walking away as if he hadn't stolen your undergarments.

with all of this, he still hadn't made any moves to touch you—and you were getting impatient. you knew you had to take matters into your own hands, so you did.

"take a picture, it'll last longer," you snicker as you take in heesungs awe struck expression. he snaps out of it at your words, "can i?" he asks innocently, referring to touching your cunt. it was almost ironic that he was asking permission to touch you. you nod in response, jutting your hips out closer to his face so you feel his breath fan against you—a slight shiver raking your spine.

he sticks his tongue out to do an experimental lick up your slit, a small sigh escaping your lips as you lean into the wall. seeing your expression heesung assumed he was doing something right, so he repeated his actions.

"yeah, just like that sungie," you coo as you rut against him.

with each swipe of his tongue, his actions got firmer and faster. you bite at your lip to hold back the moans threatening to escape your mouth, peering down to see heesung already looking up at you. his big eyes stared up at you as he flattened his tongue against your clit, his fingers gripping into the fat of your thigh.

you do a double take when you notice that his other hand with preoccupied with something else. heesung had managed to unbutton his pants and was stroking his dick while his tongue dipped into you—making out with your pussy.

"you pervert, beating your pretty cock while you eat my pussy? do you like this? huh? like me using your mouth like this?" you grit out, your hands now weaving into his thick locks as you control his head. heesung nods against you, well, tries to.

he moans into your cunt when you tug and pull at his hair, his nose rubbing against your clit as he begins to stroke his cock quicker.

your hips twitch, "f-fuck, why are you so good at this?" you stutter out, feeling your high near. heesung hums into you, basking in the praise as he feels his own high approach dangerously quick.

"m'gonna cum, sungie," you squeak out, feeling the boy lap at your cunt like he was starving—desperate to taste every inch of you. "f-fuck, you want me to cum, yeah? cum all over your pretty face?" you moan out, grinding against his face.

heesung nods, moaning out desperately in response. "o-oh f-fuck..m'gonna cum," you squeal as you reach your high,your hips moving wildly as your grip on heesungs hair tightens.

heesung lets out a deep moan against you as he too cums, his hand stuttering when he feels his cum spurt over his fingers and thigh.

it felt surreal to him that any of this happened, here he was with his face between the thighs of the girl he had his eye on since the beginning of high-school.

your laughter makes him snap out of his thoughts, "you did good sungie, strangely good," you point out, your eyebrows furrowing. the thought of heesung having done the action with another girl sours your mood, "are you lying to me, sungie? have you done this before?"

heesung shakes his head quickly, his clean hand coming up to wipe his face shyly. "n-never."

you suddenly lean down, tilting his head upwards with two of your fingers under his chin so he's looking right at you. "better not have, you're only allowed to touch me. okay?" you instructed firmly.

he nods like a eager puppy, "y-yes, only you," he agrees.

you smile, "good," you look down to his cock still out and hard. you crouch down so your knees hit the bathroom floor, ignoring how dirty it probably is. heesung swallows harshly when he follows your gaze, seeing you stare intently at his dick.

"let me help you take care of this," you murmur, lifting yourself up so you were now sitting on his lap. you felt his dick brush against your sopping cunt, grinding your clit against him as you let out soft moans.

heesung watches you in awe, unfolding his legs so you could sit with more comfort on his lap. his hands holding him up as he watches you grind down on him, one of his hands moving up to plant itself on your waist.

his jaw drops when you begin to unbutton your school shirt, your baby pink bra on display. you smirk when you see his awe struck expression, "you want to do the honour?" you ask.

wordlessly, his hands lift up to remove your shirt—letting it drop onto the floor. he swallows harshly when he sees your breasts spill over the cup of your bra slightly, fingers twitching as they near the straps.

he pulls the straps down, shimmying down the bra so it was at your waist—leaving your tits exposed. your nipples harden when exposed to the cold air of the room, heesungs eyes zeroing in.

he silently asks for permission with his pleading eyes, almost letting out a moan when you nod. his lips attach to your tits instantly, sucking and nipping at your nipples.

you let out small moans when he alternates from side to side, moving your hips against his length causing him to gasp against you.

you lift yourself up for a moment before your lining yourself up, slamming down on him. your eyes roll back in your head as you try to accommodate to his girth. heesung on the other side had to hold himself back from cumming right then and there.

he lets out a deep groan when he feels your walls flutter around him, his eyes turning white as he puts all his weight on his elbows to hold himself up.

slowly, you begin to move. his thick cock dragging against your walls as you cry out in pleasure. your hands land on heesungs chest as you slam yourself down on him, "f-fuck, your dick s'good," you slur out, your head lulling back as you continue your movements.

heesung feels as if he was in a dream, his crush was fucking herself on his dick—what else could he want in life? he hisses when he feels you clench around him, "holy shit," he moans out, his mouth pulled into an 'o' shape as moves his hips to match up with yours.

eventually, heesung grows tired of not being able to touch you due to his hands being used to hold himself up. 'fuck it,' he thinks to himself before hes letting his back touch the floor—his hands coming up to grab at your waist.

he lifts his lower body up to pound up into you, a squeal leaving your mouth as you let yourself go on top of him. "sungie," you mewl, your tits bouncing wildly as he fucks up into you while he holds onto your waist to control your movement.

"m'gonna cum, shit," you squeak out, your body shaking as you feel your high approaching quickly. heesung feels his lower body tighten as he feels his own orgasm approach, his thumb coming down to rub firm circles on your clit as he watches you fall apart on top of him.

you drop down from your original position, your hands on either side of his head as your tits smothered his face.

"cum for me, pretty," heesung urges as he gasps, feeling you clench around him so hard that his one high came rushing along with yours. you feel his warm cum shoot into your cunt, mewling at the feeling of being filled up to the brim.

his hips stutter as his thrusts slow down, pumping you full while he takes one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth.

your body twitches as you slowly come off your high, occasionally clenching around his cock causing heesung to let out chocked moans.

"that was.." you trail off, slowly sitting up again causing heesung to twitch inside of you—giggling when you see his face flush red.

"..really good," you finish off, the compliment turning his face a darker shade of red as he tries to look anywhere else beside you.

before he could say something that would make the situation awkward, you interrupt him, "take out your phone, i'm going to give you some actual beat material."

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