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learning a lot about myself from my reaction to my lesbian boss become more and more visibly in charge of our department
#the environmental science department of a small liberal arts college is not exactly a locus of extreme power or influence. But it#is so hot that she can control things.
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the sister in question can hear him btw. she's choosing to instead stare at Cody's mouth piercings intently.
to Noé, Cody is public enemy #1 rn [right alongside Fragola congrats!!]
Cody: @sweetestflow3rs
#my tiny girl âĄ#unfortunately it's too late for her she finds manipulative assholes hot and she's rapidly losing her logical braincells#damsel has two types rn that she'd immediately lt fold her in half: emo/punk bitches and large manipulators âĄ#she will deny any âfinding Cody hotâ allegations btw. why would you insinuate such a thing??#[she says like she's not thinking of a thousand ways to get him to overstim her into passing out]#[her sense of control is slipping. she's going to commit a federal crime]#the siblings are so normal as you can see âĄ#dol pc#damsel the starlet#noemie the singularity#cody the messenger#the. noĂ©miesai post is next on my chopping block but iâve gotta lock in this weekend for some classes so#we shall see what i get done#damsel draws sometimes#side note i saw a manga panel from apothecary diaries I'm p sure and i wanna draw Damsel in that pose#idk with who though. much to ponder.
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ok i might need to force myself to not romance astarion bc i don't want to know what it says about me to turn down karlach, the woman of my dreams, the character made to cater me personally, like, if she was real i'd bring the moon and stars down for the chance to see her smile, she's everything i've hoped for in a rpg companion, what does it say about me if i turn that down for someone like astarion
#ngl karlach would be too good for me and i wouldnt deserve it#shed probably ask me stuff like 'what do you want?' upon which i would be paralyzed with fear my mind completely blank unable#to process why i can't answer a simple question#and she's so up front with her emotions which i absolutely adore but i could not reciprocate that#wait am i actually for real avoiding the karlach romance bc i feel like this fictional character from a video game is too good for me#a real human being. like. i think i would feel guilty about romancing her#which makes no sense bc i romance characters too good for anyone all of the time. but idk#in those cases ive always had like a strong character i play as who is very divorced from who i am#but playing as durge there is no past so idk who my tav is yet so all i can do is project so he feels very. personal#im v sleepy and also ive had brain fog all day so yea idk#i mean i do genuinely like astarion and his character but in his case i dont feel guilty bc i feel like i#i have no idea how to finish that sentence without it sounding like 'i can fix him'#bc i dont want to fix him i want to show him compassion and respect him and his boundaries so he'll be able to reclaim tje feeling of#being in control of his life#so he'll stop putting people down to feel like hes on a pedestal#like i get him and why he is like that but i just feel like being kind and caring towards him would feel so good#it wouldnt fix him and thats a good thing bc i dont want him to change who he is but i do think he needs support#also hes hot im so mad at myself for being so atteacted to him#we wouldnt b here if i didnt have a thing for voices#besides thag back to the main point of astarion its like. ugh! im so frustrated rn bc i dont have the words#to express my emotions toward him bc everything ive said lacks the nuance that im feelikg but idk how to put it in words#i guess i want to protect him? that such a terrible sentence and still not what om going for
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#its sort of funny. i think my medication is working pretty well. i feel stable in a way i never really have before#is it the dopamine stablizer or is it my ion channels? whos to say. it doesn't matter. but it also doesnt change some things#the ways i think and react negativly to change. but it makes it easier to deal with. i still experience this strange dispaire on the#weekends or anytime im not working. i think the oddest thing is thst i dont think ive ever been this consistenly sad#not in a depressed sort of way. just a passing thoughts make me tear up sort of way. it doesnt feel out of control. it just feels like a#prelude to grief i guess. bc my mum is still in the hospital and its so hard to kno what that means from halfway across the country#my sisters are both home right now. they both live within 3hrs of where we grew up. one sister lives in the city my mom goes to for#treatment. so they have the opportunity to see her more than me. i dunno if they do tho. we dont really talk. i dont kno if they're as sad#as i am. if im overreacting bc i cant physically see what's happening. what the feeling is in the room. not that she would probably complain#shes the suffer in silence type. my dad keeps texting us pics of our shitty lil sunroom that hes redoing#to make my mum a lil sanctuary. he must be sad too. its his wife. hes staying with her in the hospital rn. i dunno its so weird#when i talk to my counselor she assumes i find out info thru calls or talk to my sisters abt it and i gotta b like nah we dont really talk#i get my info thru text. i havent talked to my parents on the phone in like a month. i dunno we just dont talk. so i dont kno how to reach#out and be like yo so whats up? shoulf i plan on coming home this summer for a bit?? like???#this is the disadvantage of leaving thr place where you grew up. probably when i finish my phd i should move closer to home#somewhere in the Appalachian mountains maybe. somewere in the eastern deciduous forrest. somewhere with thunderstorms.#but thats years from now. who knows what ill b doing. for now im just sad and tired and i dont quite kno what to do in the short or long#term bc im feeling the weight of my mental limitations rather intensely. but maybe im just being self limiting#whatever. i dont have a dead mum yet. shes not even on hospice care. things are just uncertain and dont look so hot#i just dont see how it can get better from here when chemo gave her secondary blood cancer and shes still full of tumors#i dont think im being that dramatic. it just objectively seems not great for survival#unrelated
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It's fucking wild to see someone defend Mei Mei and demand people to blame Gege instead for her pedophilia and grooming.
WTF?
If you love a dark character, then accept everything that they are in the story. Mei Mei is one. She is a side character that is dark despite being on the heroes' side of the fight.
I appreciate what Gege had done to her character. I like it because thru her we see how rotten the modern jujutsu society is - that the heroes' side is not exactly great especially with the likes of Gojo and Nanami being gone.
A lot of people already pointed out that Mei is used as a foil for Nanami. I agree. She is everything he is not: - Nanami left stock trading. Mei is doing insider trading. - Nanami fights for the greater good. Mei is only in it for the paycheck. - Nanami protects children. Mei exploits children. - Nanami continues to fight even if he is half-dead. Mei retreats even if she is still perfectly fine. - Nanami has morals. Mei is immoral.
But why did someone good (Nanami) die a horrible death while someone bad (Mei Mei) got rewarded (practically highlighted with her escaping to Malaysia -which was Nanami's dream retirement place)? It's to highlight how broken and bleak jujutsu society is - bad people benefit but good people suffer. It also shows how the only difference between the sorcerers (sans our "heroes") and the curse users are just rule compliance and pay checks.
Speaking of which:
What Mei Mei is doing to Ui Ui is exactly like what that Granny Seance did to her Tojified Grandson. Both women are grooming boys younger than they into perfect tools to complement their CTs. They don't see them as brother or grandson respectively. Those words are mere "titles". It's like how you would call an giant axe "Axe" and straw dolls "Dolls."
Mei is the perfect example of what a peak sorcerer is in modern jujutsu society - strong and smart but selfish, self-absorbed, exploitative, and immoral.
I like Mei for what she delivers in the story: 1) A very dark character that represents the rotten core of the jujutsu society. 2) A complex female character - she is on your side but she is definitely not an ally you'd want. However, you need all the help you can get so you are forced to accept her but deep down you want her to get some comeuppance for all she's been doing. 3) Despite her... Mei-ness, she still has a really cool character design and powers as well as really badass scenes. 4) An excellent foil to Nanami (and maybe even Gojo if I stretch it a bit). 5) A great reminder that with the exception of the sorcerers within Gojo's close circle (Tokyo Tech staff/alumni + Utahime & her students), sorcerers are absolute scumbags. Mei's principle is pretty similar to Sukuna's! They're all about: Me, Myself, and I living it up and having fun at everyone's expense.
6) She is the closest I could get to a "villainess" in JJK. The villains in JJK is male-dominated with 2 gender-neutrals (Hanami + Uraume). Geto's family has very little screen time for me to get something out of them (Lady Secretary, Nanako & Mimiko). Yeah it's shonen but still... Gege is starving me with good villainesses đ.
So TLDR: Mei Mei is not defensible but feel free to like/love her anyway. Being a fan of villains or dark characters is not a representation of a person's morals after all. Do not blame Gege for using her as a narrative tool to remind people again ( because we have to admit that we always kinda forget): the world of JJK is unfair and it really fucking sucks being a nice person there. Not that Gege is a perfect writer at all. There are plenty of other stuff to be angry about in his work like the pacing for example or the underutilization of interesting side characters or the story being so "scattered" into various mediums.
#sorry for the rant#it was just such a wild 'defense'#it was just pure wtf for me#blame the author for making a dark character?#what? this is a horror manga#characters like that is a given#gege just shook things up because it turns out one of the heroes' allies has very dark morality#i think maybe the reasons gojo and nanami and co. have not done anything about ui ui's situation are:#first - there really isn't anything they can do coz mei already has excellent control over him. ui ui won't allow himself to be 'saved'#second - mei hid her grooming very well and no one was aware of it#third - they can't be choosy w/ their allies coz of how few sorcerers are. they let her be so she stays a sorcerer AND NOT A CURSE USER.#i could also talk about in here the insane hot take that 'gojo is a groomer' and that's just no just fucking no wtf is even that take?!#but that ridiculous take is another whole can of worms that i seriously don't wanna get into rn#even if it is one of my pet peeves along with 'gojo has god complex' & 'yuki is at fault for geto mass killing' & the weirdest of all:#'geto was not really trying to kill gojo and his allies and his students' hot take... DID WE EVEN WATCH THE SAME MOVIE?! I SWEAR I aflkhdfa
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Me when i dream of lil Mika but it's another nightmare
#and this one was so stressful bc like#i dreamt he was indeed my s/o but he was so controlling#like i was so stressed out felt like a trapped deer trying to gather a support circle so i can get away from him and he just kept ruining it#all for me. fucker learnt my native lang just so he could monitor my conversation with my familyđ€#at one point he made me agree to marry him and dream me did just bc she was absolutely terrified of him????#girl just beat his ass ?????????#but like jokes aside i'm still in that ''just woke up from a nightmare'' mood so i still feel the adrenaline so i still get#why he was so scary like. i didn't know he knew my lang until he threatened me and told me i'm not allowed to speak to#my family anymore (bc i tried to get my dad to help me) and he was very. pushy with se.xual stuff#which like here's a fun fact but i'm a hypochondriac and i find it very hard to bond with people so i just kinda#accepted that i'm waiting for marriage (which is easier to explain than ''i need to REALLY trust you'' and agreeing to marriage is on that#level anyway) so when i TRIED to get him to stop by telling him i don't want to before i have a ring it did fuck-all to stop a guy#who was just like ''well we ARE getting married so what's the problem''đđđđ#i woke up before he did anything tho which i'm thankful for bc every time i dream of being sa'd it feels like it reopens old woundd#and it takes me a while to actually calm down from it#i will say tho. it's a vibe to dream of thingd you consider hot in concept but terrifying irl (controlling/abusive men <3)#bc like you know in-dream it FEELS like it's real life i really didn't care that it was Mika and he's not real it was reality for me#and so it was terrifying i was crying every time i'd get a hope of getting away from him he'd ruin it for me very swiftly etc etc#like i'm still stressed out. but. the concept? like now that i know i'm safe and none of that was real? i just think o-kayyyyyyyyy#lmfjsjsnmemdksks i'm hopeless. but not really! confirmation i'm actually normal just like certain things from the safety of fantasy
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Madam.
Synopsis. Your clan leader husband only wants one thing - an heir.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! JJK men, BRĂEDING, creampĂes, talks of heirs, theyâre REALLY pĂșssydrĂșnk, cĂșmplay, exhibĂtionism (Geto, Gojo), the elders, use of âmaâamâ and âmadamâ, overstĂm, making him shoot BLANKS, matĂng presses, chokĂng, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. If this doesnât post Iâm living up to my username.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Madam Zenin
âPlease-â Tojiâs panting out in ragged heavals, teeth sinking into any raw inch of unclaimed skin down the tender column of your neck. âPlease- t-take-â
And he canât even finish his sentence, canât even finish his staggering gasp when his toned hips thwack like he was going painfully out of control.
With a leering groan, his strong arm slams! down to grasp desperately onto the headboard overhead, mouth dipping thoroughly drunkenly to press wet peck after peck onto your lips.Â
âOh- oh-â He thumbs urgently down the side of your bulging folds to coat each and every one of his thick digits in a sheeny gloss of white. Eyes drooping half-shut when heâs popping those sopping wet fingers into his mouth. Tasting. âOh, look at that- sâlike sheâs jusâ begging fâme to hngh- fill her up all over again, ma.â
âT-Tojiââ Your nails claw angry red pathways down his flexing deltoids, in a way that Toji would let only you do. âDonât know if a-anymore will fit-â
âB-but arenât ya gonna give me an ah- heir, madam?â
With a roughened grunt, heâs jostling your limp legs to lock up even tighter around his neck, the sloppiest mating press heâd even manhandled you into. Baring such a feral grin that makes you realize within your heady mind that neither of you just might be making it out of tonight alive.Â
You donât even know how it started - didnât have a clue. One minute youâre at another stuffy clan gathering, speaking with a few other clan leaders from across the country; and the next, Tojiâs all but dragging you towards the closest bedroom in your estate.Â
Rotund knees slipping and sliding across that ever-growingly sticky pool of seed dawning on the silken blankets.Â
But Toji canât even bring himself to be disgusted, no, he wants more.
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck sâtoo deep- hngh-â
âNo-â he chokes out throatily. âSânot deep enough.â
Shakily, heâs splaying out his greedy fingers about halfway across your stomach, swiping across for that familiar nudge where he can feel his swollen tip glide wet gushes of swelteringly hot precum across your bruised g-spot. Where he was knocking into your very womb-
âThere.â And without any warning, heâs pressing down - hard. Mean mouth dropping softly in awe at those saccharine sweet dredges of his cum drooling down your thighs, drip drip dripping in thick ribbons to paint a creamy ring around his reddened base. âN-now ya have space, dontcha, doll?â
One of his calloused palms slides down to attach to your squirming waist. âDonât- donât run away, maââ And you swear you could hear his rumbling baritone crack ever-so-slightly at the very end of his words. Hips sloppying up the very insides of your thighs with every harsh smack! âHavenât f-filled up this cute cunt all the way yet- ah h-havenât oh- fucked a baby into ya.â
The rounded edges of his digits swirl in such a sultry way around your soppingly wet clit, leaving tiny swats! that make the puddle of cum and your sweet, sweet slick splatter. Â âS-see, so much of it gone to ah- waste. How am I s-sâpposed to show off to those fuckers who my pretty hngh- wife is. The pretty momma of my heirsâ?â
Your bleary eyes snap open, a broken whine on the very edge of your heavy tongue. âS-so this is what sâall about- you were j-â
But his rummaging thrusts are too much. Inch after girthy inch being fed into your drooling pussy, you could feel his voluminous loads of cum sloshing around your gummy walls. Clinging to you so syrupy - and Toji couldnât stop.
He didnât even know if he could cum again, whether it was possible. But fuck, if he wasnât going to try.
Dark brows scrunching together in ecstasy, strands of his soft hair sticking to his sweat-simmered forehead. His body hunches over with such a sensitive gasp, skin burning when heâs feeling his fat, cum-filled balls squeeze. Once. Twice.Â
Driving him mad.
âY-yeah so what-â heâs grumbling out gutturally, and his eyes roll to the very back of his head. âShit, hate those m-meetings. Hate those no-good bastards.â Teeth tugging on your wobbly bottom lip, â-so what if I wanâ show off- to have you so round and- and glowing that they know what I did, ma?â
The thought is enough for him to bark out a drunken bout of laughter. Humorless. Sleazy. Over and over where heâs rummaging at your melty insides. âTheyâll know theyâll know- oh, th-theyâll know how I made ya mine.â Smearing a wet glide of seed down your throbbingly neglected clit. âHow I hngh- f-fucked a baby into ya. How sâme that filled ya up- all me-â
And itâs just about all it takes for you to cum - for him to cum.
But Tojiâs so fucking hypnotized by your heavenly pussy that he barely even realizes at first. Just letting his entire hulking body shudder with a trail of violent shivers, bowing enough to graze that raised scar of his positioned on his lips against yours. Soft. âGonna be the clan momma- hngh- clan ah-â
Scratching back and forth back and forth back and forth- while heâs cumming blanks.
Angry, sobbing divot at the very end of his length shooting out wispy little beads of white. Again. And again.Â
Youâre seeing stars behind your eyes and Toji- Toji might just be seeing heaven. With you right there, his pretty angel.
And he feels your skin underneath his sharpened canines. Biting into the crook of your neck so hard it was like he was out for blood.
âMe-â he giggles. Giggles. Shamelessly bringing forth two rude fingers to pry open your whiny mouth, âMe me me me- every other clanâs gonna see you and- hah- see me-â Punctuated with drippingly wet ruts of his hips, not even thrusts anymore. He didnât have the sanity. And he spits a wad of honeyed saliva right onto your taste-buds, â-because youâre mine, arenât ya, madam?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Madam Nanami
Nanami thinks he might just be drunk - hypnotized - anything and everything thatâs keeping him from paying attention to the important clan meeting currently at hand.
And of course, it was utterly your fault.
âMy loveâŠâ Nanamiâs deepened voice hums lowly in your ear from behind. His thick fingers curl roughly around your waist, holding your shifting hips in place. âWeâre at a meeting.â
Youâre batting your lashes as the haughty elders speaking over each other, sounding so utterly unapologetic when you leer smugly up at your husband. âWhat? Mâjusâ getting-â And he can only suck in a shudderingly sharp gust of air when you grind your ass down even harder on his lap, dragging your sodden panties up to where he was rock-hard. â-comfortable, Ken.â
Over and over. Your puffed-up pussy lips positioned just above his fat, weepy head.
Itâs been like this for too long now. And Nanami could feel his sanity dancing away, he could feel it building up within him. He was going to-
His drunkenly half-lidded eyes veer down at you, and you catch the way that his stern jaw clenches. Gritting through clenched teeth, âYouâre going to be in trouble, maâam.â
âSo what?â
SLAM!
And itâs like Nanami couldnât stand up fast enough, couldnât shove your pretty body down onto the cool mahogany urgently enough. One hand of his long fingers curled around your throat, the other flicking towards the door, âAll of you out. Now.â
Not even bothering to look towards whether or not theyâd scrambled towards the door before your seepingly soaked panties are pulled just enough to the side.Â
He grunts, âPrettyââ
Barely even a split-second later before youâre being stuffed with inch after veined inch of Nanamiâs girthy cock. Heâs letting his head fall backwards, a leering dribble of drool placing down the corner of his lips already, toned hips snapping forwards at the clingy push and pull of your slobbering cunt.Â
And it feel so unfairly good when he sinks in with a few ragged breaths, so unfairly heavenly-
âSpit.â Nanamiâs choking out, mouth falling slack, sculpted front pressed down bruisingly at your back. Keeping you stuck pinned underneath nothing but him and his mercilessly pressurized jackhammers. And you do - saccharine sweet saliva hitting his tongue- âFuck fuck fuck, you feel s-so-â
And the clan leader canât even bring himself to be embarrassed, canât do anything but slur out a staggered mantra of your name over and over when thatâs all it takes for him to cum.Â
Voice lilting up to a pathetic pitch, every wavering gush of seed having his head lolling. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, he heaves.Â
Far from finished.
âCanât- canât believe I-â The back of one of his thumbs comes to dredge up the gleaming white sheen of cum, and heâs going wild with the honeyed taste on his tongue as soon as heâs sucking. âOh, were ya th-this wet throughout the entire ah- meeting, my love?â
You shiver at the way his still-fattened cockhead was nudging you open, the stretch so maddening. Your cunt so tight. âM-maybe-â
Smack!
And itâs like heâs thoroughly drunk on your pussy already when his soft palm splays out across the sting on your ass, gushing out in another sticky ribbon of seed down your g-spot. And another. He couldnât stop- You can feel it swiveling slowly around your elastic walls.Â
Fuck, just your tone makes his hefty balls squeeze, so tight and painful with every stingingly wet thwack! thwack! thwack! against your cunt.
He hauls you upwards like some ragdoll with the vice-like grip around your throat. âTh-thaâs not ânough, darling-â heâs purring, nosing down your neck. âThe m-madamâs gotta use her ngh- big girl words, no?â
You feel those tufts of blond scratch teasingly against the fat of your ass, rummaging the swollen length of his cock down every nook and cranny he could reach - every single one. Thump thump thumping! furiously against all of your tenderized sweetened spots. âCâmon now- tell me. Tell me what ya want so badly.â
âP-please-â Your mouth slacks in awe, âWant you to cum inside- to bre-â
Because Nanami Kento would give his madam anything. Anything.Â
Even if that has him pummeling his achingly hard cock into your even further, deftly covering your mouth with one of his palms. Heâs huffing out in a feverish puff against your ear, âMhm- did s-so well- now let your hngh- husband take care of it now, honey-â Kissing down the side of your forehead, he hikes up one muscular thigh to drivel his cock into you sloppier. Wrenching out loud squelches. â-letâs hear what this p-pretty pussy has to say now- letâs letâs hear-â
He was out of control.Â
Oh, heâs like a broken record, fighting with every shred of will left in his hunched-over body to stop his babbling mouth.
Pressing gentle kiss after kiss all over your face, fingers at your neck tightening. While his hips were rattling off the most mean crashes into your g-spot.Â
âI thinkâsheâs saying-â Nanamiâs dark groan sends shivers down your spine, hissing through his bared canines when your back arches even sluttier. Jostling at the perfect angle for him to pool the trail of milky cum dribbling from your soppingly wet lips onto two pads of his fingers, a glistening gloss all the way down to his wrist. And, this time, heâs plugging the creamy wads back into your overly stuffed cunt. Bullying. Stretching. â-thatâŠâ
Shit, he was going to cum again.Â
You felt too good. And he swears heâs going to marry you all over again.
âWh-what-â youâre crying. Begging. Knees weakening to such an extent that your husband was gladly supporting your full body weight with one big beefy arm wrapped snugly around your waist. â-tell me, K-Ken-â
Ah, he truly was nothing against you.
He rasps in a low whisper against your ear, â-that I wanna make ya a pretty momma, my love.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Madam Geto
âEasy, girl, easyââ Getoâs silken purr made your thighs just quiver, gasps stuttering in your throat. âYou could think of it as jusâ you nâ me.â
And heâs batting his dewy lashes down at you - his wife - shit, just thinking of the word was enough to have his cock twitch animalistically inside the very depths of your snug cunt.Â
Glissading his soft palms underneath your thighs to spread them even shamefully wider, making you keen at the utterly mean way he was folding you into a full nelson - all for them to see through the bedâs half-opaque curtains. The elders. The council. His pearly white teeth sink into your ear lobe, eyes drooping more and more close-lidded with every one of your squelching clenches. âOrâŠwe could give âem a show?â
Ah, truly, this was Getoâs least favorite part of the marriage initiation - being watched on your wedding night. Or, at least, it was.Â
He feels drunk on your pretty pussy already when heâs rutting up in mindless, languid drags of his hefty cock down your velvety walls. Filing up every free inch of space inside your snug cunt with his swollen cock - every free inch.Â
Youâre sputtering out at his ragged pace, squirming down sultry gyrations against his defined hips. âW-wanâ to give them a show, Sugu-â
And oh that was enough to have your all-new husbandâs eyes rolling to the back of his head, to have his humorless bout of laughter ring in your ear. Dangerous. âThe new madamâs gonna be the death of me, g-gorgeous-â
He was already planting pound after pound on all your most tender spots, fucking away like he was addicted to the lewd smack of skin-on-skin. Loud enough to drown out those low mutters from around the bed. About to lose it if he couldnât feel the smoothened drag of your elastic walls massaging down his veins for just a second-
âReally wanna give âem a hngh- sh-show?â Getoâs echoing against your ear, still in utter disbelief at those filthy, filthy words spilling from your sweet mouth. Slender fingers glide across to your puffy clit, pinching. âThen how aboutââ Fucking heaving for air, scrambling to prattle out coherently, â-ya show âem jusâ how the next Geto heir is made.â
His hips are stuttering up at an almost inhuman pace, long locks splaying out into those plush pillows. Shit, the only thing keeping his head still held up was the sight of you down below.
The way your ravaged pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, struggling to take him entirely even after so long. But swallowing and swallowing so greedily that it made his throat dry, eyes blinking open desperately to catch the way his twitchy balls smacked your drooling cunt.Â
âThe next h-heir?â The words are just now registering, and just about all you can do right now is let your head loll backwards to graze a wet kiss along Getoâs blooming pink lips. âMâgonna make ya a d-daddy?â
Fuck- he rams his hips up thoroughly. Stuffing you full of so many of his staggering, solid inches that youâre being fucked stupid.Â
âYes, maâam.â Geto pants out, and you feel his curvaceous pecs heave up and down with each of his ragged breaths. â-g-gonna let me make you a pretty hah- momma, arenât ya?â Craning his arm around to press onto your womb, smear his palms through every inch of skin he could reach. âLet me f-fill ya up? Have you all hngh round nâ glowing fâme? Pretty- gonna be s-so so prettyââ
God, his voice was so hypnotic.Â
But no one was thrown into a more feverish desperation than Geto himself.
Heâs letting plaster a pussydrunken grin at the stares around your sweat-slicked bodies - some wide, some downturned, all shocked at just how completely he was ruining you.Â
Ruining himself.Â
Because soon enough shaky babbles are wrenching out from his lips, unsteady. Needy. âMakes me wanna m-marry ya I swear-âÂ
Planting his two feet flat on the bouncy mattress to ram his weepy cockhead in rummaging swipes even faster, head whirling at every gushing clench. He leaves teary, overstimulated kisses down the side of your face. â-make you my hngh- wife- my madam. Make you the m-mother of my heir.â
Youâre giggling, barely-lucid yourself. âMâalready your ah- wife, Suguââ
Fuck-
He didnât think those would be the very words to send him over the edge - hell, he didnât think his orgasm would be crashing into him this hard, either. Good, it felt too good.
Because you melty walls mold around him so tightly that Geto whines at how difficult it was for him to be spearheading his fat cock into your gooey insides. So cozy - and then youâre gushing.
Making his overworked, achy mouth fall in awe at the sheer way your dripping cunt was coating him in seeping wet waves of your juices. Glossing him in a translucent sheen - so fucking heavenly that he almost doesnât realize that heâs cumming.Â
Pouring out thick stringy wads of his seed that french kisses the very bottom of your pussy. Thereâs so much of it that Geto can feel his swollen balls jolt, a swirling coat of cum creaming down his shaft.Â
Oozing out slowly, in a way that makes his mouth water, âYouâre rightââ he breathes. So quiet, so broken that it takes a second for your ringing ears to hear him. He chuckles, â-so now mâonly b-behind on givinâ you my ah- heir.â
In a split-second, his powerful reflexes are pinning your back flat against the soft mattress, puffing out all the air out of your lungs with just how greedily he was shoving you. Your legs thrown over his shoulders, sliding at the perspiration, his cock smack! smack! smacking right on your clit.Â
Geto tilts his head towards your initiation audience, grinning. âBetter keep yer heads down while I f-fuck the future mother of my ah- kids. Or Iâll kill ya.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Madam Kamo
âF-fuuuuck-â Choso really canât help the way that his rawly red lips fall slack, he really canât help the way his eyes droop even more pussydrunkenly lower. On his knees. Tongue lolling out to drag roughly across your sopping wet folds. âMight jusâ be addicted, babyââ
Your fingers thread even tighter into this long, sweat-dampened strands of hair. Tugging, pulling - but no amount of force could ever stop Choso Kamo from French-kissing his way to your clit.Â
âCh-Cho you have to be oh-â youâre cut off with a sudden surging moan. Frantically covering your mouth with your free hand when he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub and sucks. â-t-to be quiet. Weâre gonna get caught.â
That tiny inkling of rationality in Chosoâs syrupy mind knows that maybe the chambers of his childhood estate wasnât the best of places to utterly ravage you.Â
Knows that maybe - just maybe - he should tone down those honeyed squelches being reeled from your sopping wet cunt. Push back the rasping ah! ah! ah! resounding at the back of his throat, if he didnât want to be caught by the rest of the Kamo clan.
But oh, you just tasted so good-
âC-canât help it, babyââ the clan leaderâs whining, teary lashes fluttering up at you. Shoving you weakly standing against the wall, pouty mouth twisting into a delirious smile, â-why did you have to g-go nâ act all motherly with hngh- Yuji.â
Shit, those drawling words almost hurt Choso to be able to wrench out. They threw his mind into such a syrupy state, and had his swollen, achy cock twitch with another ribbony ooze of translucent precum. Drip! drip! dripping through his yukata and onto the tatami floor.Â
With a pathetically broken whimper, heâs gripping on tight to the fattened hilt of his shaft. Hissing at the stark coldness against his swelteringly hot length, âShouldnât h-have done that oh- shouldnât have-â
He was addicted.Â
Burying himself in so deep that Choso doesnât even need air right now. Nose meshing against the very top of your drooling pussy lips, chin grinding against you with each trail of his scorching hot tongue back and forth back and forth back and-
âSh-shit, Cho-â youâre gasping, back arching in such a slutty bow. â-that i-is what this is all about?âÂ
It was. But right now he couldnât even think of describing exactly what those tiny, domestic gestures did to him. How itâd awoken such a deep, primal part of himself.Â
So instead, heâs jostling one of your weakening thighs up onto his broad shoulder. Roughly attaching the pads of his fingers onto your wrist, tongue only growing more hypnotically hungry. âLove you-â he spits into your pussy. Wet, sopping wads of spit that connect in delicate strings all the way down to the lower half of his innocently flushed face. â-love you love you, my madam. Love you so-â His noble cheeks hollow around your clit, â-much. Hgnh- love you- what a p-perfect momma youâd make, babyââ
And then suddenly your ears feel like popping when your body wracks with waves of your orgasm. Over and over youâre cumming on Chosoâs pretty face and heâs loving it.
Guiding both of your trembly hands onto his head, he makes you drag your slobbering cunt all down his features - using him.
Wrist aching with just how fast he was swirling his thick thumb around his rotund head, up and down up and down.
âYeah- yeah-â his words are hoarse little whines. Eyes half-lidded shut at the gushing waves of your saturated slick, heâs blowing sloppy kisses around your winking hole. âUse me- use me. A-anything for you, baby- please- sâmore babyâ my wife-âÂ
It practically hurts to pull away.
And your dripping pussy is left with the final vibrations of Chosoâs disappointed moan- before heâs surging up unsteadily onto two feet.Â
One of his massive palms resting greedily underneath the globes of your ass, hoisting you up to kiss the very edges of your swollen folds with his fat cockhead. Gliding across a see-through glisten of precum before heâs cumming.
âFuck.âÂ
âShhh, q-quiet, baby-â
Choso wrangles his fingers deftly around his thickened base, biting down hard on his lower lip when he squeezes out dripping wet load after load onto into your sloppy entrance. Fucking his hand ever-so-slightly to just milk out more and more, âC-can I put it inside, baby? Please, baby?â His babbling mouth drags against your own, not even capable of managing a kiss right now. â-wanna fill you up nâ make you allll mine, yâknow? Wanna- please.â
You let out a honeyed giggle, smoothing down the big fat tears thatâd started to roll their way down Chosoâs eyes. âOf course, you can. No n-need to be shy, Cho.â
And youâre barely even finishing your sentence, the words only halfway registering Chosoâs hazy brain before heâs plugging you full of his circular girth. âG-god jusâ being inside sâmaking me hngh cum again.â Streaming out whatever dredges are left of his cum-filled balls. âPlease- give me an heir- please- a lil baby-â
Itâs trailing down the end of your puffy slit, and Choso canât help but gasp a sharp inhale when heâs pooling the milky dribble on his fingers. âD-do you think this got you p-pregnant, baby?â
âMaybeâŠâ youâre humming in that smug tone that does anything but wonders for his sanity. âMight hafta hah- try it out again jusâ to make sure, donât you think, Mr. Clan leader?â
Thereâs a sudden clack! as heâs dropping to his knees, barely even giving you a second to realize anything before Chosoâs ravenous mouth was heated on your messy cunt once more.Â
Dragging his tongue across the milky outer layer, so filthy. Every pearlescent bead pooling on his tongue - and he just spits it back sloppily onto your cunt. Depraved.Â
âB-be quiet fâme, babyââ heâs hushing you in a drunken soothe. âGotta make space.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Madam of Curses
âKunaâŠâ Your babbles are music to the kingâs ears, and he can feel his sleazy grin plastered all over his face already. â-I-I wantâŠâ
Smack!
âNow, what have I told ya, brat?â The sharpened lengths of his black fingernails brush up on your plump clit. Sukunaâs rumbling warning blooms such delicious clenches of your gummy walls around his jostling cocks, forcing him to hold back a moan, âIf ya want somethinâ, donât stutter.â
Well, Ryomen Sukuna would give you the moon if you so much as glanced at it with want - stutter or not. But times like this made his swollen tips twitch to tease those irritated mewls out of you.
Youâre stubbornly wrapping your trembly arms around his hulking shoulders, just barely able to wrap around his muscles. Glassy eyes narrowing, âI want a baby, Kuna-â
Fuck, you might just have broken him. Youâve finally defeated the strongest sorcerer in history. Because those very words spilling from your pretty lips have his chest heaving with a deep inhale, his entire body bowing when his angry cocks gush excitedly inside of you. Smearing your melty walls with wave after dangerous wave of his steaming hot precum.
âWh-what?â heâs hissing through clenched canines, devilish red eyes honing in on you as if you were his next meal. Hauling your body all the way down those silken sheets, until heâs spearheading his rotund tips right into your cervix. âDonât talk outta ya pussy, woman.â
âB-but itâs true-â youâre sobbing at this point. Batting your lashes at him in a way that he knew you were pulling out your dirtiest tricks. â-dontcha hngh- want an heir, baby?â
Heir.
Oh, fuck. Heir.Â
Just the word has Sukunaâs head throwing backwards, snarling growls ripping from his strangled throat when his hefty balls clench in excitement. Just the word enough to get him to cum, but no-
âNo.â His hot breath blankets your face, and before youâre able to bare him with that glossy pout of yours, Sukuna sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Pulling. âI want two.â
And itâs like something snaps.
Because in an instant, heâs flipping the two of you over, until your snug cunt was filled to the brim with both matchingly hefty cocks. Sliding down, down, down. Sukunaâs creeping one of his large hands to your thighs, nudging them even more shamefully open.
Heâs gifting the curve of your ass with a stinging swat, grinning, âIf ya wanâ my heirs s-so badly then ride me for it, brat.â
And fuck, Sukuna underestimated how sheerly eager youâd be, shuffling your hand precariously onto his bulging pecs. Bouncing up and down on the rock-hard upright curve of his cocks like you were addicted to it.
God, he could feel those hoarse whimpers bubbling up into his throat. He could feel the way his heavy lids were fluttering shut every time your velvety walls constricted tightly around his girths, swirling around in wet gyrations.Â
And he finds it in himself to laugh - laugh, âOh- oh god, I shoulda done this hngh- sooner. Soo much sooner-â Running those pinkish strands hastily out of his eyesight to drink you in even better, âWoulda b-been able to see what a cockdrunk slut the madam of curses becomes fâme, isnât that right?â
All you can do is nod pathetically, and heâs gesturing his head much the same way in a half-mocking sense. Simpering, âMhmâ really wanâ me to fuck- fill you right up-â Running down one of his palms across your abdomen, â-here, right? Want to get p-pregnant on my cocks, brat? Should jusâ said so sooner-â
Sukuna canât stop now. He doesnât even know when it started but right now that slurring nonsense was tumbling out of his slack-jawed mouth faster than he could register it.Â
Rutting his hips up like an animal to plant pound after pound into your already battered insides, rummaging around his fat cocks.Â
One of his mean thumbs comes up to massage over that inflationary little bump where he could feel himself spearheading into your g-spot and your cervix. At the same time. âJusâ like this, heh- j-jusâ like this but yer gonna be ngh- so much rounder, s-so much-â And one of his globular divots weep a stream of milky precum. So close. â-fuller. Gonna give me t-two, huh? Two brats- a girl and a boy.â
Milking himself for all that heâs worth, itâs impossible not to get absolutely hypnotized by the sultry grinds of your hips.
Itâs all that he can think about right now.
Sukuna feels his tongue loll out - both of them, much larger one veering from that slit on his stomach to drag sloppy stripes up the areas of your puffed up clit. Rolling over the very peak, âNgh- gonna have y-your pretty eyes nâ my hair. My strength and fuuuuck- so tight- your smile.â His eyes clench droopingly closed, glaring up at you lovingly. âIsnât that right, my queen?â
And when you cum, itâs with those same eyes on you - and when he does, shit, theyâre rolling to the back of his head.
Decadently royal bed creaking with protest at the aggressive crushes of your sweat-sheened bodies. Sukuna couldnât get enough when one of his angrily rugged cocks cums, the swirling slosh of his warm seed spurring the other to burst just as much.
âSh-shit-â youâre gasping, toes curling with the explosion of bliss. Peak after peak being fucked out when your shaky knees firm to ride Sukuna out of his mind. âSo much- too much- fuck fuck fuck-â
Heâs stirring your insides until youâre overspilling, flashes of white-hot pleasure melding with the steady stream of Sukunaâs voluminous cum seeping from your wet slit.Â
So much of it that he really canât help but swipe his larger tongue easily across the absolute mess of a puddle. And you swear you hear his voice crack, âHeh, guess ya r-really were talking outta ya ngh- pussy, huh, woman?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Madam Gojo
âLet them see-â Gojoâs panting, fingers so jittery where heâs pushing your trembly leg apart. Abs rippling and aching with just how long heâs been wracking his fatigued body. Heâs kissing hungrily at your lips, âLet them- let them see- fuck I donât care donât-â
And Gojo canât even bear to think about finishing his sentence before heâs being hit with another vicious clench of his sensitive balls. Heaving out another burst of stars behind his eyes. He throws his head back, teeth grit when his angry cockhead spazzes with another dry orgasm.Â
Youâre blinking back the tears in your eyes, reaching up and arm to wipe away his own. âS-sâokay, Toru- weâve been at this for hngh- hours.â
âNo-â Gojo gasps, snowy brows knitting together furiously. And heâs shaking his head like heâs trying to wash away any thoughts of stopping. Because Gojo Satoru didnât want to stop. Didnât know if he could stop.Â
His bleary eyes focus on the circle of elders standing stock-still at the very end of the traditional tatami room, heads bowed so low that they touched the floor.Â
âIâve got s-somethinâ to prove-â And another one of his harsh French-kisses into your very bruised cervix sends a gush of his stringy cum glossing down your inner thighs. Slipping and smearing everywhere when Gojo messily dances his fingers up to roll over your puffed-up clit. â-got to show âem. T-talking about fuck- my wife nâ my h-heir. Gonna show them-â
And youâve never seen him this furious, blazing eyes driving down your body. Seeping into every one of his lewd movements when heâs drilling his swollen cock into your dripping cunt even more riotously.Â
No care or concern for the marks heâs sure to leave for the next week at least - his curvaceous balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, fingers everywhere and anywhere on any bit of skin that his ravenous self could reach.
Gojo couldnât get enough.
Your pussy lips like velvet, swallowing him up inch by solid inch so greedily despite however long itâs been by now. An hour? Two hours? Five? Fuck, he doesnât even know right now. Doesnât care.Â
Doesnât care what those shuffling elders have to think, either.
Canât even imagine thinking about anything but stuffing your tight channel overly full, eyeing down with his hazy gaze at the way that makes his seed salivate out of you. He twists his deft fingers on your clit, itâs enough for your teeth to just sink into the tender junction at his throat.Â
And it makes him cum.
Sensitively. Depravedly.Â
Over and over in dry grinds of his hips, while his overstimulated head wrenches out nothing but wispy little beads of pearling white.Â
âA-again?â youâre gasping. Eyes blowing wide and resting on Gojoâs fucked-out face - oh how pretty the clan leader looked. With his innocently rosy blush, and eyes drooping so low itâs like they were almost shut, mouth pecking syrupy glides across yours. âDid you just ah- c-cum again, Toru?â
He shutters his head into your throat, darting out his tongue to run down that rapidly thumping pulse of yours. âYes, madam. Your pretty pussyâs got me s-so fuck- hooked. Canât s-stop-â
But he wanted to cum again. Properly, this time.
To fill you up over and over, adding another layer to the sloppy skin of creamy white that already stuck to your cunt. He was going to make those old gossips pay for having your name in their filthy mouths, for implying that their leader doesnât fuck you properly if you havenât had an heir by now.Â
He was simply going to show it to them.
âNeed- ah- need you to cum fâme a-again, sweetheart-â Gojoâs babbling out the words, but his greedy eyes are locked on the sinful sight of your cunt, instead. âC-can you do that? Can the future m-mother of my kids do that?â It pains him to be slurring these out over your pretty keens, and heâs swiping a finger over and over on your clit as a tiny apology. âCâmon now, n-need to give me an mmpf- heir, right?â
You nod, hips arching up to make you feel like such a slut. âW-want it so badlyââ
âI know, honey, I knowââ his words come out in raw whimpers, cupping your face with his free hand to connect your foreheads together. âWhich is wh-why youâve gotta shit- cum, right? They say you donât get p-pregnant if the hah- mother doesnât cum, hm? Câmon baby, gimme an heir- please, please, please let me breed you f-full-â
Itâs just about all the garbled mess heâs able to get out of his mouth before Gojoâs reeling you headfirst towards your nth orgasm of the night. Waves of pleasure making you convulse underneath him, forcing his big beefy arms to wrap around your waist to get you to stop moving-
âShit-â heâs gasping, eyes blowing almost comically wide. âMâcumming, sweetheart- mâcumming again- fuck fuck fuck- canât stop, canât h-hold back.â
His drool-worthy back muscles flex when Gojoâs bending all the way down to snap you in half. And you feel his heavy hanging balls twitch once. Twice. Before flooding your tight pussy with thick, smearing loads of cum, glissading down your thighs.
Spurts of it splatter down your slit, all the way to Gojoâs wrist when heâs circling your throbbing clit to wring you even harder through your high.
âTh-there we- there we go-â heâs shuddering, bursts of his hefty gulps of cum swirling around all of your sweetened spots. Stretching out your taut walls to their limits with how much he was inflating you from the insides. And it takes everything in Gojo to stray his eyes away from his wife - from his madam. Everything in him to focus on the crowd of silent elders, âSo- sâthat ânough of an heir for you or do I hafta make another one?â
A/N. Also hugging my babygirls in the US of A extra tight tonight <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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how do you get over imposter syndrome? iâm asking for a friend.
#currently my job role is editing copy for the organization I work for and making sure everything is on brand in our company voice and tone#my manager approached me last week Friday about editing our company magazine cause our current editor is moving onto a new opportunity#and im like đïžđđïž uhhhhhhh#I have a background in journalism from my undergrad studies and I already edit copy for work but this feels so much bigger#Iâm responsible for making sure the grammar/spelling and voice/tone is correct and if something is wrong itâs my ASS ON THE LINE#Iâm honored and grateful that my manager thought of putting my name forward for this role and I know deep down I can do it#but Iâm so SCARED#our current editor is so talented and comes from the OG newspaper editing so she knows her shit#I feel like my grammar and spelling is abysmal half the time#and I know if I was a man (especially a white man) I would do it whether I felt like if I was capable or not#so I need to give myself more credit and grace cause I know Iâm smart and I have important skills/perspective I can contribute#but Iâm freaking out yall#I also donât want my job to become my whole life or focus and take away from outside pursuits of happiness and hobbies#but itâs an amazing opportunity and I feel like Iâd be dumb to not do it#so my rambling about it is pointless but i need to quietly freak out here cause I canât let them know Iâm scared and shot myself in the foot#but imposter syndrome is BREWING and BUBBLY hot and fiercely#Iâm such a control freak and I need to feel like Iâm *ready* to do things before I do them but I know most of the learning comes from doing#researching will only get me so far#but I gotta sharpen my grammar skills (I know Iâm bound to make a mistake Iâm human) but I canât let the previous editor see me slip#sheâs like âthis magazine is my baby and now itâs yoursâ and Iâm like BABE I DONT EVEN WANT KIDS#I feel like Alex in that TLSP interview when heâs in the mirror hyping himself up âitâs gonna be okay. just say your goodbyesâ
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Ama zoe
Me: *sighs*
It's beautiful and weird on so many levels.
Get Round Tuit
#mmm something curious there certainly#you are going to look very pretty with both of you on your knees#it's so good I just Have to see it though#on some level always.... listen bro i wanna play with her as bad as you#just rituals of hard drugs and mind melting sex#shivering....giving a forehead a kiss#it was....so strangely intimate#one of those small things to look back on and be like I think she was really into me#sigh.....#the real reason for the honeymoon wait is you need all parties there#yeah I was captive of the way she moves though#one must focus until there is nothing but the orgasms rolling in waves#not by interaction no conferences#language skill drops as the full body approaches#I see all these videos...#and perhaps after you ascertain body control with practice#like maybe you think you know#but I always have tricks even I don't know I can do up my sleeve#your so small it doesn't matter#you can just have your head go down prone and I will simply contine to pull you up to full head at entry and back#I sense my crotch getting wet down there....#uh whoa she a really sweaty#Hot sweat juice#has a distinct smell of pussy though#I catalyze your glandular production with my hands on celestial mechanics#but yeah you were contorting involuntarily and you might as well give me access to *sniff#flick my tongue just on the hairs#rub my lips into your neck....but it's not a kiss#it is just telling you I own you#pot holder
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While at first your owners were overjoyed about the fact that you, a Mouse Hybrid, and your mate, a Cat Hybrid were getting along so much better than before, their concern quickly grew. They began to wonder if you two were getting along too well, not knowing how far your relationship had already progressed.
They worried that their silly little cat was playing too rough with you. Having seen the way he would tackle you, his hips pinning you in place so he can paw at your body. Or the way his sharp teeth nip along the fold of your neck, leaving dark claiming marks in their place.
They got you for him so he could have a friend but they didnât want him bothering your cute self too much if you were unable to fight back when the intensity rose.
And as his heat got closer and closer to starting they only began worrying more. They knew heâd become even more rough and raunchy. The last thing they wanted was for their precious plump mouse to get scared or hurt.
So, for your safety, they decided to set up their cat hybrid with their friendâs cat hybrid. With an agreement from both owners she would come stay over at the house so they could mate in peace. Only until his heat had passed and he was able to control himself as usual; if only they knew.
Your big mouse cheeks puff up in anger as the female cat walks into the house. Parading into your territory. Your mate didnât even notice, too busy loudly purring while licking at his marks on your neck and making sure they stayed dark. Something he was doing more of recently with his heat coming up.
When your bfâs heat fully started, it began to affect all the hybrids in the house. Your bf kept clinging to you, taking every chance he could to get away and take you somewhere he can relieve the heat you cause to burn inside him even hotter.
The other cat hybrid could smell his alluring scent and it grew harder to resist despite being scared off by your scent always mixed so deeply with his.
For you, your bfâs heat only heightened your need to claim him in every way possible.
The tension was growing thicker and thicker the longer things went on without you properly laying claim on your mate. Especially now as the other hybrid eyes your mate from the other side of the living room.
Your bf, too caught up in the consuming lust of his heat to notice anything else, still only ever has his hands on you. Sensing her eyes on you, you finally decide to settle this one and for all.
You straddle your bf and he immediately sighs in relief, already needing to have you all over again. You rub against his hardening cock, letting him know you need him now too.
In the blink of an eye heâs flipping you onto your belly, ass high up in the air. His body molding against your own, his loud purring rumbling in your ear.
âLook at you, such a good mate. Taking care of me when I need you so bad,â he coos.
Your eyes flash as you look at the other hybrid. Your tail intertwines with your bfâs and you reach back, rocking back against his aching cock and sinking your claws into him to keep him close. He growls, pawing at your clothes so he can get to you. Your unusual behavior not going unnoticed by him but it only gets him more hot and bothered.
His eyes follow your line of the sigh to the strange hybrid leaving the room in a frenzy and he growls. The heat within him threatening to explode as he realizes what youâre doing.
With a swipe of his paw he shreds the rest of your clothes off. The sight of your glistening fat cunt has his mind spinning. He yanks you closer and sinks his length deep inside you in a long smooth stroke, stretching you out till your insides are burning just as his are.
âAnd staking claim on your mate too. Such a good girl fâme. Now let me take care of you,â he growls, wanting to properly reward you for showing another Hybrid whatâs yours.
You still have your claws in him, keeping close as he desperately fucks his cock into you. The close proximity forcing his thick tip to slam against that soft spot deep inside of you with every hard snap of his hips. You can feel every inch of him against you and it helps soothe the feelings controlling you.
Loud moans and cries of pleasure echo throughout the house form you both. Ensuring the other hybrid can hear. His ribbed length rubs along your gummy walls. The friction has your toes curling and your back arching into him as you meet every thrust.
Every inch of your form shakes as the pleasure he gives you doubles over. Your body practically seizing as he has you coming hard in his cock. But just when you think he might start slowing down, he quickly pins your wrists over your head and rams his length into you.
âI donât know if sheâs gotten the message, little mouse. Might need to make it a little more clear,â he says, a feral glint in his eye.
He fucks you until you forget another hybrid was ever here to begin with. He makes you forget everything besides his name as he forces you to scream it each time he brings you to release.
When his heat ends not longer after, the other hybrid leaves to go back home to her family. You and your bf watch her from afar, his frame hovering on top of yours as your owners happily chat away.
As soon as goodbyes are shared and the door closes, your bf rolls over to pin you against the couch. That look in his eye making you wonder if some of his heat hasnât totally gone away just yet.
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Ovulating girlfriend who is too shy to ask her towering demon boyfriend to breed her. He can smell and see her desperateness, so he teases her to try to coax out the begging but she is just too flustered. The way she smells and her flustered form almost drives him to madness, so he takes matters into his own hands...
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He knew with just a whiff that you were ovulating and needy, and without much ado he was between your thighs, his thumb pressing against the large wet spot in your panties and rubbing against your clit.
âMmm, someoneâs made a mess. You need me, baby?â
Your face felt hot, and you turned your head away, refusing to look at him. This only excites him more, and he began to circle his thumb around your clit, applying more pressure.
âCâmon, we both know youâre desperate to be bred. Canât you just say it, sweet thing?â
The scent of your body being so fertile and ready to breed was making him a bit light headed, and he knew he wouldnât be able to tease you for much longer before he snapped and mounted you himself.
âP-pleaseâŠâ
Your eyes were full of needy tears, your hips bucking lightly as you struggled to keep your movements under control. Your body was screaming at you to let him pump you full of his seed, to give you a babyâŠ
âPlease what, darling?â
The desperation in your eyes and the needy tears falling down your cheeks nearly moved him, but he stayed quiet, staring down at you.
âPlease⊠I need you⊠w-wanna have your baby!â
With that he growled, pinning you roughly as his cock pressed against your tight, soaked cunt.
âShh, youâll get your baby. I wonât stop until youâre so full of my cum you canât even think.â
His cock pushed into you, and he but down on your shoulder as he fucked you like a wild animal.
He couldnât hold back, not when you smelled like a bitch in heat.
Your pussy clenched deliciously around him, and you were able to cum almost instantly. He had teased and riled you up, edging you, all now you were bursting.
He filled your belly with his cum, only stopping when your fat tummy bulged with his seed.
Tomorrow, heâd breed you again until you were no longer ovulating.
Heâd be getting you pregnant, thatâs for sure.
ââââââ
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hiii!! may i request for headcanons/ an imagine about the crew with a bubbly and cute crew member who playfully; innocently flirts with them? (preferably someone younger than the crew as well, but not minor đ. say early 20s?) the crew member really is a solid team player and person, but they also just wanna see if they could get the other crew members flustered (and see if they have a chance with them đ). hope this makes sense! thank you so much! ^^
Flustered;
Crew Members x A young! And incredibly flirty! Reader. [ Reader is not a minor just younger than the crew members]
warnings: slightly suggestive.
Captain Curly
God help this man. He is just trying to keep everyone on the ship happy and secure and was definitely not up for the challenge he was now facing.
A young intern probably like half his age is constantly on the prowl to catch this guy off guard.
He liked you very much already,due to how much of a breath of fresh air you were on that ship,always taking care of stuff. But this? Oh boy.
He's had a fair share of people try and flirt with him,to try and get into his pants,but with you? It's different,very different.
He just couldn't pin point as to what it was about you,the way your words would roll off your tongue like butter.
The way your voice was so sultry and raspy...or was it the way you looked at him that would make his blood run hot.
He was trying, trying so hard to control himself, he's the captain after all.
But lord knows,a man can only control his nerves so much.
Co-Pilot Jimmy
what. the. fuck. ?
no seriously,what the actual fuck? he had no clue in the fucking world as to why someone as fucking drop-dead gorgeous as you was hitting on HIM of all people?
It didn't help how you were like SO YOUNG compared to him.
He thought you were probably joking around,teasing him. To make him feel like shit. And he started to almost resent you for it.
But by god- can someone seriously be THIS PERSISTENT with a joke???
He was on fucking edge all the time,because he simply, couldn't think straight whenever you would hit on him.
A part of him just wanted to snap and makeout with you in an instant,but he was just holding it together,for the sake of who knows what.
But patience always runs out, doesn't it?
Nurse, Anya
This poor,poor girl.
She already was stressed due to how things were going on.
she couldn't handle a young intern, who also happened to be a bit too, attractive was hitting on her.
she got so flustered that you had to apologise on several occasions.
She admired how you were so efficient at your job,always making sure to get things done.
But she always stuttered whenever you would pull those one liners on her.
The nurse was falling,and she was falling hard.
Mechanic, Swansea
he isn't paid enough to deal with this shit.
sure,he appreciated how useful and competent you were compared to his other intern.
But was the price of your competency...uhh this?
Flirting with a guy who's old enough to be your dad?
He would just shrug all of your advances off,just shooing you away whenever you tried to pull any crap.
but he's also..just a guy,lord help him wanting to indulge in some good ol' flirting.
The old man is trying his best,he is.
Mechanic Intern, Daisuke
Is this his lucky day? Another intern,just a little younger than him,was hitting on him?
HE WAS ON ANOTHER PLANET. ( No pun intended )
He would get incredibly shy and flustered tho, he's not used to this.
It doesn't help just how pretty you are. He's not even used to talking to pretty people.
He was just trying to pull his big boy pants up and face you like a true man.
But he would always just melt away at your words.
He wants to ask you out so badddd but he's scared that you're just casually flirting with him.
Seems like you're gonna have to make the first move.
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loser! sev getting all whiny and pathetic when she eats you out, rutting her hips against the mattress, cumming in her pants, accidentally overstimulating you like crazy because she's just loves it so much.
accidentally overstimulating HERSELF from eating you out?????? GODDDDDDD
HEHEHEH i said i was gonna respond to these as small little thoughts but i wanna write a real blurb about this because. wow. so true and real it brought tears to my eyes. THANK U FOR THISSSS i wish i could keep it in my asks forever hehehe⊠18+
your wife has had one of the worst weeks of her life. the undercity has just completely gone rogue ever since silco has passed, and every effort sheâs made to have everyone band together against topside is just worthless. nobody wants to listen to her, too obsessed with their own personal drama to see the bigger picture.
to make matters worse, sheâs had to keep jinx under control too. when sevika imagined silcoâs death, she didnât imagine him leaving jinx in the will. and as if the sudden addition of jinx into her life wasnât enough to stir the pot, jinx has found her own stray now too.
sheâs exhausted. sick of sleepless nights spent erasing and rewriting silcoâs mistakes, the bitter frost lingering in the streets leaving everyone in a tense and irritable mood. of fucking course sheâs the one who has to deal with it, nobody else wants to take a stand or set things straight.
seeing her this way breaks your heart. she barely comes home anymore, usually to be found slumped over silcoâs desk with a half empty bottle of whiskey at her side. her arm thrown across the table, an empty promise of getting it fixed and reattached hanging over her head. what she really needs is a new arm, but she refuses to take smeech up on his offer.
god damn it, your wife is so fucking stubborn. it turns you on immensely. because sheâs loyal. sheâs offered a brand new arm with all of the bells and whistles she could ever ask for, as long as she turns in jinx. easiest job ever, and sheâs never liked the blue haired kid anyways. yet, she stands her ground. instead sheâs been taking insults like âa bird without wings is just a funny lookinâ rat.â and trying to navigate her life with only one half of herself.
but tonight, sheâs gonna make her absence up to you. she wanders home through the dark streets and alleys of zaun, straight to your shared doorstep. one could barely call it a house, as there werenât really any dwellings that have survived this long in the undercity without being overtaken by moss and vines or crumbled to piecesâ but it certainly was a home. especially when she gets to walk in and see you looking cozy and domestic.
you stare up at her when she saunters through the door, a crease between her brows and wet, red eyes painting her face as usual. she sighs, walking over to you and joining you on the couch. in an instant, sheâs in your arms again. just the way you like it. without a word, you massage her temples as she nuzzles her face deeper into your hold. your touch is magic, she can feel the month long migraine sheâs had suddenly disintegrating.
before she can stop it, before she even realizes whatâs happening, hot streams of tears leak out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. you coo at her and swipe them all away, kissing the top of her head repeatedly as a reminder of your love. yeah, itâs been a day or two since youâve seen her, and sure, itâs been even longer since youâve been on a date or had any sort of alone time, but you know that it isnât personal. sheâs trying her best, even if that means stumbling over her words and tripping over her feet.
âbad day, huh?â you ask, another kiss to the top of her head.
âbad week, bad month, bad yearâŠâ she responds with a sniffle. âi just wanna be close to you.â
she peeks up at you though her wet eyelashes, some of her black eye makeup smudged around her eyes. you giggle at her, sheâs so fucking adorable. and so sweet, so hardworking, so gentle. before you can muster out an âi love youâ, she bolts forward and catches your lips in a sweet kiss, pinning you to the couch.
âsev, god, youâre so needy.â you pant when she finally releases your lips to catch her breath.
âiâve missed you, shit. wanna taste you so bad.â
with that, she shoves your pants down, already eagerly sucking bruises into your neck. you groan, youâve forgotten how good your wifeâs touch feels. a big, warm hand wraps around your own, and although theyâre rough and cracked, youâve never felt anything softer. tears threaten to spill out of your own eyes with the amount of love and adrenaline pumping through your veins, but sevika grounds you by shuffling on top of you.
you think sheâs about to sit her cunt on top of yours as she strips herself of her pants, but youâre mistaken, and you realize this when she whimpers out a little âhand me thatâ and nods toward one of the pillows behind you.
confused and turned on as you are, you do as she asks and hand her a throw pillow which instantly gets shoved between her thighs. she wastes no time in diving forward to lick up all of your arousal, her eyes growing starry as a little string of white connects itself from your clit to the tip of her nose. you almost faint. fuck, youâve missed her face, even more what it can do to you. so you buck your hips up and slowly grind yourself against her face, sevika matching your pace with her own hips.
in an instant, sheâs lost in the pleasureâ more specifically the taste of you and the slow grind of her cunt against the pillow. moans vibrate through your folds as she buries her face between your spread legs, and you whimper, already embarrassingly close to the finish line.
surprisingly, sevika cums first, the pillow cradling her wet cunt as she humps against it in time with her licks and sucks. that doesnât stop her, and she doesnât even stop after you cum and start yanking her head away out of intense pleasure. she canât stop, though, not now. sheâs in too deep. literally. her tongue is buried inside of you and her nose runs over your clit with every thrust, her mind absolutely racing with emotional thoughts and horny feelings.
âsevika, please!â you grunt, her grip on your hips is relentless. âbabe, i already came, thatâs enough.â but judging by the way she completely ignores you, you wonder if she even heard you at all.
she whines when you tug on her hair or push her shoulders away with the heels of you feet, her face completely melted to your cunt. she never stops fucking her pillow, and now her clit is red and rubbed raw by the cloth. she doesnât know how many orgasms sheâs had, it could range between three and twenty. she lost count when she came for the umpteenth time after you pulled her hair and moaned her name at the same time.
tears spill from her eyes again, but this time theyâre happy tears. god, sheâs missed you, and she doesnât ever wanna stop. you take her face in your hands when you notice the sobs and sniffles sheâs letting out, along with more whimpers and groans. this time, she relents, slowing her own hips first and then licking up the rest of the cum and spit between your thighs.
âsev, baby, whatâs wrong?â you ask, concerned that maybe you hurt her or she hurt herself.
âi just missed youâŠâ she starts. âand i love you so much.â she crawls up your body and lays her head on your stomach while you both catch your breath, the pillow being discarded on the floor. your fingers work wonders on her scalp, and she almost falls asleep after half an hour of matching her breathing to yours.
âdonât fall asleep yet.â you warn, although youâve been yawning more than she has. âyou still need to carry me to bed and tuck me in like a gentleman.â
âyou might have to be the gentleman tonight,â she giggles. âi donât think my legs are sturdy enough to carry us to the bedroom right now.â
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Analogous
Shin Yuna x Im Nayeon x M reader
(2nd instalment of De Selby)
Word count: 14k+
âA younger girl⊠And Iâm talking much younger. Eight years younger than me I think.â
Normally, it feels like youâre worlds apart from Nayeon in her bed. Youâre just her toy, her plaything, her doll.
Tonight though: it feels like sheâs in the same world as you. She feels here â emotionally and physically present as her nails trace circles on your bare chest. Maybe itâs a trick of the light, or maybe even classic manipulation, but she feels like more than just someone who you fuck on the weekends.
âAnd you wonât be jealous?â you ask, indulging yourself and playing with her hair a little. She scoffs.
âYou talk like weâre dating.â She shifts so that she has a cheek on your shoulder. A relationship with her wouldnât really fly: sheâs not gonna let you take care of her when she loves control more than anything. Still, itâs nice to dream about holding her hand sometimes. âI have no reason to be jealous, so why would I be?â
(Itâs a question youâre asking yourself too honestly.)
âDunno,â you muse, admittedly a little disheartened, âmaybe itâs cause youâre kinda freaky⊠Just a thought.â
She smirks. âTrust me. A younger girl in this thing weâve got going on isnât gonna affect anything.â She starts tapping her nails against your chest. âBesides⊠You know youâre mine.â
OhâŠ
(Not sure how to feel about that last part.)
*
Last you checked: you werenât expecting a guest today.Â
âUh,â you canât help but mutter past her lips as you stagger back into your own apartment. She lifts her lips off yours out of consideration, and she takes a few moments to soak in the look of mixed emotions that has made its way onto your face. You donât mean to be rude when you point at the other girl and ask, âdo you wanna perhaps wanna, you know, fill me in on whatâs going on here?â
Im Nayeon turns, looks over her shoulder, smiles. She turns back, cups your cheek with her hand.Â
âThought Iâd bring some company tonight, just to spice things up.â Nayeon tells you, turning your head in a way that lets you get a good look at the younger girl standing at the door to your apartment. âHope you donât mind.â With her other hand, she makes a come hither motion, and tells the girl to close the door on her way in. The girl does as sheâs told, and when sheâs next to the both of you, Nayeon takes her by the hand and pulls her closer.Â
âIntroduce yourself sweetie,â Nayeon instructsâfirm yet almost saccharine. Nayeon lets her thumb rub over the girlâs knuckles, a deceivingly sweet smile playing on her lips. âTell him what weâve rehearsed. Go on.â
Sheâs an eye-catcher for sureâthe other girl, not Nayeon. Not that Nayeon isnât already turning heads when she walks just about anywhere, but more that the other girl is just a rather far cry from what you're comfortable with. Youâre so used to Nayeonâs gentle, piercing eyes that can probably break you with a look from her; those small, plump lips of hers that kiss you with precision and passion; those bunny cheeks that you love pinching so damn much that it probably should be considered an addiction. But this girl brings something new to the table, and you have to admit that itâs refreshing.Â
Smoky, kinda innocent eyes that have a whole foot in the territory of doleful and another foot in the realm of entrancing; luscious long black hair; a face that could make just about anyone melt. Nayeonâs guest is certainly a few years younger than her, and certainly less lecherous than her senior at first glance. You donât really know where or how Nayeon could pick up a girl that looks as sweet as this, and you certainly want to find out how a girl that looks like the textbook definition of âsmoking hotâ could ever end up in a place like this. Sheâs clearly nervous, but you give her credit for being able to stand perfectly still with Nayeonâs hand starting to roam up her arm.Â
âIâm Yuna⊠But you can call me whatever you want.â
The sentence has Nayeonâs fingerprints all over it, and you can assume with full certainty that sheâs had this idea stewing in her head for at least a week or two. The smug grin on Nayeonâs face tells you that things are going according to plan, and her fingers latch themselves around Yunaâs forearm.Â
âSheâs a fun one to play with.â Now sheâs directed her attention to you, looking right at you as she pulls the younger woman even close to the both of you: till you can literally feel Yunaâs breath in your ear. âA young little slut to spice things up.â
Nayeon takes her attention away from you, and with gentle hands on Yunaâs cheeks, she pulls the younger girl in for a kiss. Itâs simpleâno tongue or anythingâbut itâs enough to make the younger girl squirm a little where she stands. Nayeonâs clearly taking pleasure in this. Even with her lips locked with a girl younger than her, you can clearly see the whisper of a cheeky smile playing on the corners of her lips. You wonder if sheâs gonna get more joy out of this than you at the end of the day.
The younger girl is released from the fierce lip-lock. She looks dazed, like she just took a hit of a blunt. Nayeon admires her craftsmanship for a moment, taking in the look on the poor girlâs face as she chuckles softly to herself, âoh my⊠Someone wasnât quite ready, was she?â
Yunaâs at a clear loss for words. She tries to speak; her words fail her. You canât exactly blame her though. Nayeon just kinda chooses when and where to be a bit of a minx, and you just have to roll with it. Itâs fun, kinda hot; but not when youâre in a horrible place to get it and she decides that she just wants to blow you at some restaurant that youâre at. Itâs a bit of a handful really, and you donât quite know what to do with her sometimes. Wonder how Yuna fares?
âItâs okay,â Nayeon assures her, âyouâre in good company now, though you're free to just watch if youâre still shy.â
The younger girl looks at her senior, then at you, then back to her senior. âI think Iâd like to join in on this.â
Nayeon beams, her smile almost sweet if it isnât for the fact that sheâs quite literally happy to see a younger girl get it on with you and her. âThatâs the spirit.â
And itâs confusing really: figuring out which of them is gonna make the first move. Yunaâs energy gives her an air of uncertainty, but you can sense some mischief within her that resonates at the same frequency of Nayeonâs. Yet thereâs something a little different about her that you canât quite place your finger on. Her youth is a breath of fresh air; thereâs that young energy in her smile towards Nayeon that tells you that sheâs eager but somewhat cautious. You would call her a mirror of Nayeon as they start discussing how she wants it, but you pick up on a bit of pickiness in her voice that strays from Nayeonâs attitude. The older girl before you will take it however she likes, fuck herself on your cock till she cums and kinda leave you high and dry. Yuna on the other hand has some grungy ideas of where she wants you to cum and how she wants it to happen.
Okay, letâs return to home base and consolidate: they're similar but different; kinda conflicting yet go together like dinner and diatribes on a family reunion. Thereâs reason to believe that they are somewhat two sides of the same coin, yet simple observation contradicts the notion. Bottom line â itâs confusing.
âYou know what?â Nayeon has a finger twirled in Yunaâs hair as she casts a glance at you. âHow about we get you naked first⊠Then we figure out what we can do?â
Yuna seems to enjoy the proposal. The two women look at you, and Nayeon gestures with her head to come closer. As your feet land on the wood floor, Nayeon goes at a slower pace of walking as she rounds Yuna and stands behind her. Sheâs shorter than her by a considerable amount, but it doesnât make her any less imposing as she pokes her head out from Yunaâs right side.
âGo on. Unwrap her,â Nayeon whispers, running a hand up Yunaâs stomach. âLetâs see what she has in store for usâŠâ
And Yuna is more than glad to lift her arms up for you as you pull her sweater off her body. The girl has an amazing body â youâd give her that. Slim waist, wide hips, hourglass figures so defined that the sands of time would be jealous. A body to die for really, and the appeal only increases as she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra. Nayeon smiles as she tosses her article of clothing aside.Â
âTight and forthcoming?â The older woman muses. âLooks like we have quite the toy on our hands.â
Yunaâs gaze is almost searing as you step up to her. Her breathing is kinda unsteady, but you canât exactly blame her. Sheâs half naked in front of two older people, with one of them running her hands along her smooth skin while the other cock their head and examine her from head to toe. If you were in her shoes, your blood would be racing and boiling fast.Â
âDo what you want with me,â she whispers. She reaches forward and grasps your crotch through your pants. âIâm yours to take.â
You raise your eyebrows. âDid Nayeon teach you that?â
âNope.â Speak of the devil and she doth answer on the younger womanâs behalf. âI only told her how to introduce herself, didnât tell her what to say after,â Nayeon explains, a glint in her eye as she stares up at Yunaâs face. âIs it kinda fucked up if I wanna see her suck your dick?â
Yuna glances at her senior, then returns her gaze to you. âA little⊠But we can make it happen.â
Another point of difference â 2 actually: she doesnât play around with her words and sheâs pretty proactive. You like that.Â
Itâs a mess as you fumble with clothes, but it doesnât take long for you guys to rid Yuna of the rest of her clothing and have her on her knees in the living room carpet. Her hands are delicate as she pulls down on the waistband of your boxers and frees your cock, and their even more so when she grips your throbbing shaft with both hands. On the chair that Nayeon pushed you onto, you watch her eyes as they survey what sheâs working with.
âWowâŠâ she mutters, looking over to the right where Nayeonâs lounging on the sofa. âYou had this all to yourself?â
Nayeonâs lips slant at an angle. âI know right? Better than any dildo you can find on the market.â
Yuna takes a moment to really look at the cock in her hands, eyes full of lustful wonder as she takes it in from all angles. She lets her mouth hang open for a little as she processes what sheâs seeing, then she asks, âhow does she even walk the next morning? I mean⊠This thing is girthy as fuck. Would probably split me open if Iâm not careful.â
âIt wonât,â Nayeon answers rather spontaneously, tapping her finger against a cushion as she watches Yuna pump your shaft with her lanky fingers. âItâll fill you just right,â she leans against the handrest of the couch, watching intently as you push away some hair from Yunaâs face, âthough I think itâll look the best in your mouth.â
Yuna gets the gist. Her cheek presses itself against the inside of your thigh as she lifts your shaft and kisses it at the base, and she works her way up to the tip while one hand keeps your twitching cock steady. She gets to your head, and her lips take the sensitive part of you about halfway in, making sure you're looking (and you mean, like, really looking) as she lets her tongue lick the precum off from your leaking tip. Once sheâs certain that she has your fullest attention, her jaw slacks and her shoulders rise; she takes a breath, closes her eyes.
Thereâs the hiss of an inhale â from you â as your head tilts back against the backrest while your cock enters the warm wet tavern of her mouth. Sheâs almost methodical in the way she takes you in, stopping halfway to adjust the angle of her head so that she can push forwards and down and drive the rest of your meat into your mouth. Her hands steady her, resting against your thighs as she tears a little. Sheâs a little more patient than her senior, waiting for a bit before she starts moving at a steady pace. Spitâs starting to drip down to her chin â will probably ruin the carpet if you cared enough (and you donât). Nayeonâs been meaning to change this damn thing anyway. Itâs seen too many juices and some dog piss in it from when her pomeranian was over those few times.
âJesus,â is all you can hiss, through closed teeth of course. The young girl is nothing short of heavenly; sheâs almost perfect at taking your dick as she starts to bob her head. The gurgling is kinda loud; spit flows like a stream down your shaft, only to be collected by that fastidious mouth as it traces a path â up and down and up and down. You wonder if thereâs some make-up to be ruined.
âWonât you look at that?â And you donât even need to look over at the couch to know that Nayeonâs playing with herself. The squelching tells you lots, but the way her speech is kinda breathy tells you more than you need to know. Sheâs probably really turned by the sight of a younger woman taking cock into her mouth, riled up at the sight of tears flowing down her youthful cheeks. Itâs borderline voyeuristic, pretty fucking freaky but also kinda hot. Thatâs her whole brand anyway. âSheâs fucking taking your dick. My godâŠâ
Yuna gurgles on your dick â probably some reply sheâs trying to give but fails to because she has dick in her mouth. The suckle of her lips; the slide of her tongue against the base of your shaft; her throat kinda convulsing as she struggles and struggles â you donât know if itâs all gonna be a bit too much, but now youâre really focusing on not trying to hurt her while your hands grab a handful of her hair in a fist. Youâre assistingâor maybe forcing⊠Low-key goes both ways when thereâs a very, very fine line between the two in this contextâher, pulling her into your crotch and pushing her off just to pull her in again. Itâs a vicious cycle â kinda doubling on the meaning while also butchering it: harsh and repetitive but thereâs not a fucking instance where this produces a detrimental result.  Â
She comes up for air, your shaft pretty much dripping with spit as she takes a moment to gather herself. The gasping is hot, and so is the way she wipes her spit towards her mouth with the back of her hand. âGod this is⊠Fuck...â she mutters, licking her lips while her fist is in constant fluid motion. Bruce Lee would be proud: she is like water.
âKeep it up darling,â the motions of Nayeonâs wrist have gotten quite sharp, sudden and lacking interval. Okay, maybe not sudden, but more⊠Desperate. Itâs not like she isnât gonna get her fair share of cock or anything, but she hasnât been over for a while. Thereâs only so much that a vibrator and her fingers can do; she kinda needs to see it and revel in it for her to actually get off properly. You donât know if watching a young girl take dick into her mouth is softening the blow dealt to her senses, but you kinda know that itâs still doing a number on her because sheâs completely hiked up the hem of her dress to fuck herself with her fingers. Thereâs not much thought behind her actions, but sheâs definitely letting herself go a little wild for the night. She is being indulged after all.Â
âAm I doing good?â Yuna inquires, and itâs a question directed to both of you really. You give her a nod; Nayeonâs answer is verbal: Keep that up and youâre gonna make two people cum in the next five minutes. The young girl is pleased. She lets her tongue swirl around your tip, lick the cock before her from base to tip and sneak in some scissoring flicks of her tongue. Your hand finds itself on her cheek, thumb massaging the bone just above the flesh as she giggles and tosses her hair.
âYouâre a doll,â you tell her. She smiles.
âThatâs one of the many names Iâve been called,â she replies, letting your spit-covered head rub against her cheek. âThough I like the name cumslut the most.â
Oh.
Your grip on her cheek becomes more firm. âOkay then,â and your pushing her to the left so that her lips are in line with your head. âOpen wide you fucking cumslut.â
The enthrallment in her eyes is apparent. Obedient, subservient, forthcoming, whatever; she parts her lips and lets her tongue hang out. Her eyelids flutter shut. You pull her forward. Nayeon cusses.
You're unbelievably hard in her mouth, and your member is ever so sensitive to every movement inside those cheeks of hers. The softness of her tongue, slickness of her drool, warmth of her cheeks⊠Too much to focus on with so little space for appreciation. You settle on fixating on the suction, the sweet vacuum her lips form around your length as she quite literally lets her mouth get used. Two hands around her head â pulling, pushing, pulling, pushing. A hot rhythm, not quite a dance but kinda cyclical like a routine. More perverse than any street jazz choreo youâve seen though.
âYuna,â you mutter, â youâre so â fuck I â ugh⊠Your mouth.â
Somewhere in her throat, thereâs space for a hum. Her hands are behind her back, locked in place by her own accord as she lets you fuck her mouth with no qualms. Itâs smooth, almost natural till she gags a little on your dick and has to blink a bit. Slip nâ slide; front and back â she just takes your cock like an obedient little slut. Itâs amazing, kinda dark, but still amazing nonetheless. The gurgling and the sound that comes from her throat thatâs almost like swallowing; your fingers grasping the silky strands of her hair; eyes meeting hers. Fuck.Â
You're desperate for a taste of heaven. You pull her down harder, faster.Â
She gags, chokes, sucks a little harder.Â
âFuck this,â Nayeon hisses. âIâm joining in.â
And she straddles you before you can even blink, kissing you fiercely like sheâs gonna die the next day and this is the last time sheâs seeing you. Somewhere along the way, sheâd shed her clothes. Now sheâs nude and kissing you, jabbing her tongue into your mouth and exploring the feel of your teeth. Your cheeks are hers to hold, your mouth hers to own.Â
She breaks the torrid kiss, âYuna,â she drawls, playing with your hair as she speaks to the girl while looking at you. âDonât ruin him too much. Leave some fun for me.â
The vibrations sent down your shaft make you tingle from head to toe â a product of Yunaâs attempted reply. You canât see her anymore, but you can continue to just flow with the movements of pulling and pushing against her hair as Nayeon dives between her legs to get back to work. The older woman lets a sigh escape from her lips, pushing her fingers a little deeper. You can feel the heat against your crotch. Her hands move a little faster.
âDo you have any idea,â she whispers, her voice kind of striking that middle frequency between the gurgling and the squelching. âHow fucking pent up I was in that damn dorm?â
Through your teeth, you reply. âNo,â and you kinda twitch a little in Yunaâs mouth. âDo tell.â
She leans in, moans into your ear for good measure. âI was dripping every other day,â she reports, a lilt in her voice as she continues her work between her thighs. âDidnât help that Momo was bringing a guy over and I could hear them fucking through the walls⊠My vibrator almost died that week.â
âWellâŠâ you shudder as you speak, a familiar tingle building up from the base of your shaft. "Youâll have to wait your fucking turn.â
She smiles, quite sadistically you might add.
âThatâs alright,â she tells you. Her forehead pressed against yours. âJust leave a load for me.â
And you have to hit her with an honest reply. âIâll always have a load for you.â
âThatâs what I thought.â She straightens her back and looks down at you. âI own this dick,â she announces to her audience of two. âNow cum in her mouth. Iâm gonna get her to fucking swallow your load.â The orders are barked, not said. âI wanna watch.â
And she turns her toned back to you, leaving you with the view of the delicious curve of her back as she arches it while slicking her fingers with her own juices. Youâre trying to hold on, desperately, but thereâs only so much you can do when the mouth around you and the two women before you are this hot.
You donât get to see it when it happens, but you can hear it and kinda imagine it when you cum right into Yunaâs mouth. You bet itâs kinda messy, but youâll never know. Nayeonâs ass blocks the view â a trade off: view for a view. You hear the older woman hiss her commandsââSwallow. Fucking swallow you filthy little whoreââenvison the sight of the young woman struggling to down your load as it pumps ito her wet hot mouth. A groan spills from your lips; a long-drawn sigh filters from Nayeonâs chest; Yuna gulps as she takes it all.
Your dick pops out of her mouth, all messy and slick with juices. Nayeon grabs it, pumps it, and without warning â shoves it into her cunt.Â
And all at once it becomes too much: your over stimulated member twitches wildly in the grasps of her slick, hot walls as it begs for a break. The pleasure is horribly abundant, so much that it almost hurts. Thereâs no time to process the tight heat around you, voice your need for a break. Nayeon starts bouncing on her knees.
âOh fuck yes.â Her hands shoot behind her, the left one failing to catch the handrest the first timebut gripping it tightly on the second attempt. Her knuckles go white. âI needed this. I needed to be filled by this fucking cock of yours.â
Itâs too much; another load surges forth almost instantly. The hot semen paints her walls, shoots up from your already over-sensitive head and flows down her cunt. It leaks out; the squelching gets louder. Yunaâs tongue laps up the mix of juices that flow. Nayeon continues to ride.
Your fingers dig into the flesh of her waist, desperate to assist you in grounding yourself in this seemingly unreal reality. Thereâs a lack of words that can really describe your predicament, and if youâre to actually bring it across in a coherent sentence, itâll probably something along the lines of âfuckâ repeated at least a million times. Youâre stuck in the chain of entry and exits of her pussy, a bundle of nerves beneath Im Nayeon while she mercilessly fucks herself on your cock. Right now: your dick is nothing but a mere toy for her to get off on, and she made that very clear from the moment she started throwing herself down onto your dick.
âNayeonâŠâ you heave. Itâs an effort to even breathe.
âShut it,â she hisses, not even casting a glance behind her. âIâm cumming on this cock one way or another and I donât care how many fucking loads you give me.â
Yuna crawls around to the side of the chair. You hazard a glance at the young girl. Sheâs messy, sweaty and has residues of cum and drool at some areas around her mouth. She reaches out into the chair and takes you by the hand, squeezing it tightly in hers as if she knows that youâre fucking fading by the second. Every slam of Nayeonâs crotch against you is a mix of pleasure and pain, her moans almost like animalistic grunts.
âFuck⊠Youâre really filling her,â Yuna muses, watching the older girl take her liberties with your dick. âShe must be so fucking tight right now.â
You swallow. âYeah⊠Itâs⊠FuckâŠâ
Yuna chuckles. Watching you struggle must kinda humour a little. She gives your hand a squeeze, encouraging you to hold on to what grasp of this world you have left. Her eyes sparkle, almost envious as she sees her senior bouncing on the dick she was taking into her mouth just a few moments ago. Her other hands snakes between her legs, flits circles of respite. Two girls getting off before you, similar but different.
Go ahead. Call this shit Tuesday.
*
âBe nice to her when Iâm gone.â
You arenât sure why Nayeon would need such a huge suitcase for a 10 day trip with her family. Thereâs no doubt in your mind that thereâs probably tonnes of products in there that she wants to bring along for the fuck of it, but the damned thing looks like it was harbouring a small child. Not that Nayeon would ever do that, but it does help to paint a clearer picture of the sheer scale of her luggage. The airport X-ray is about to have a field day with this.
âOf course.â Youâre kinda obvious about your ogling from the doorway as Nayeon does her hair with nothing but her leggings on. Yuna is still fast asleep in the room that youâd prepared for her, but you still kept your volume down just to play it safe.Â
Nayeon smirks at you through the mirror. âIâm sure sheâll feel right at home with you.â
âIs that sarcasm Iâm hearing?â
âTake it however you like. My eyes are up here by the way.â
You chuckle and walk up behind her. âGuilty as charged mademoiselle,â you apologise, though you're not all that ashamed of th fact that sheâs caught you in th act of fucking her with your eyes.
Nayeon hits you with a scoff, a rather aloof one that screams âgot you. Thought you were slick huh?â even though it was within your fullest intentions for her to catch you looking. She had to be fair to you in this situation â kinda hard to look at anything else. Or maybe youâre misjudging her, maybe she knows full well that you were (and still are) catching a good look at those firm, perky mounds that sit proudly atop her chest. They fit perfectly in your hands, quite like a gloveâOJ Simpson would hate that it fits that wellâand a nicely-fitted set of bed sheets. What the fuck does that even mean? Frankly, you canât quite put an explanation to it yourself; youâre kinda listing things that sound and feel right to you â things that give something enjoyable that little kick it needs to become something more congenial.Â
(That sort of encapsulates her whole personality honestly. Sheâs already something to relish, cherish; the type of girl that makes other guys say âsheâs a keeperâ even though they donât have the slightest idea of what she really was like beyond cameras and public appearances. Kinda horny all the time, but also wants to cuddle you to sleep and call you all sorts of pet names after youâve blindfolded and fucked her against three different flat surfaces â maybe breaking some expensive furniture in the process. Dominant, a little stubborn and a little pissy. Need you say more?)
âBut for real: make her feel at home,â she says, setting down the curling iron and switching it off. She leaves it to cool down, puts on a sweater while she waits. âPoor girlâs been through enough. I promised her a safe haven, so try to make it one.â
The context behind her request is a little baffling. Just this morning Nayeon told you of Yunaâs falling out with an alleged highschool sweetheart, and she's taking shelter with you guys till legal matters are dealt with and sheâs safe and sound. Guy started stalking her apparently, threatened her once or twice too. Fun times we live in.
Helping her hook the clasp of her necklace, you assure Nayeon that only your best effort would go into creating a safe space for her younger companion. Not to brag, but youâre pretty good at making friendsâtrust me. Weâll be tight before you even know itâwith strangers. Itâll be like walking the dog; easy peasy. You get the idea right? Kinda running out of sayings. Nayeon seems pretty pleased with your promises.
âIf you guys have fun, do send some videos,â she tells you, opening her drawer to pull out a pair of jeans. âIâll be missing out on a lot if you donât. That girl has a body even I wanna ravage.â
âSo cock is not enough, huh?â you tease. She flicks her eyes to the mirror.
âWho said it wasnât enough?â She cocks her head and makes eye contact through the mirror. âI literally ride you till youâre sore. Yunaâs just⊠an add-on. Like a side dish if you will.â
You chortle. âAnd Iâm the main course?â
âNope,â she giggles, unfolding her jeans. âThat would be me.â
âThat doesnât even make sense.â
âIf you want an admission of my wrongs, youâll have to fuck it out of me.â
And she meets your eyes in the mirror. You smile, knowing that sheâll probably let you get away with this one.
âItâs really a shameâŠâ you sigh. âThese leggings were, like, really nice.â
*
Couple minutes later youâre giving her a kiss on the cheek as she hurries for the taxi that arrived five minutes ago. In the midst of the commotion, Yuna emerges from her room dressed in one of your shirts â just in time to wave goodbye to her senior before Nayeon slips away. You're not too sure if sheâs fully registered the fact that sheâll be stuck with you for a full week, but hopefully once the realisation sets in, youâd already have made her comfortable.Â
You turn. The way you meet her gaze is kinda awkward. She has a look of intrigue on her face as she rubs her arms and gazes back at you with those doleful eyes.
You clear your throat. âYou uh⊠You like omelettes?â
*
On your phone screen, Nayeon just kinda stares back at you with a hundred-yard-stare type of look. Hotel wifi has her video freezing at a rate that would make Elsa proud, and sheâs barely a human through all the pixelated fuck-what that clouds in front of her.
âI feel like we're focusing on vastly different things here, Nayeon.â Youâre hoping that she can hear your voice over the roaring silence of shitty network bandwidth. âNot even a day too⊠Iâm pretty sure the poor girlâs scared shitless of me.â
And while Nayeonâs video and audio buffer, itâs a good time to remind yourself of your mistake. Not that you forgot it or anything, but you just gotta make sure that everything that you tell Nayeon is accurate.
So it turned out that Yuna and breakables donât really go well together. Nayeon seems to have forgotten to ask you to read some fine-prints, and you basically went in raw when you witnessed the young girlâs clumsiness. Quite the butter-fingers: she broke a mug and a plate in one slip of her tray from her hands. The sound of shattering porcelain jarred her, and as she attempted to move out of her mess, the Dad in you spurred you to cry out in panic. Donât move! you practically roar. Poor thing flinched like sheâs being held at gun-point, started shivering a little as you rushed over to clear up the shards. You donât quite know how to comfort her, and so you just tell her to just eat in her room if sheâs uncomfortable. She took you up on that, and that ended the first non-sexual interaction you had with her.
Way to go⊠You deserve a star.
By the time youâre done pacing the room and have thrown yourself onto the bed, Nayeon reconnects back to the call. Sheâs in a bathroom, wearing airpods and sitting in what looks like a bathtub. From the fact that she's wearing a robe, youâll bet good money on the really (and you canât stress this enough) high chance that sheâs wearing nothing else beneath that.
âFive star hotel and I get two bars of wifi everywhere except the damn toilet,â she huffs. Guess you were right about what the two of you were focusing on. No prizes for being right though; lifeâs a bitch. âAnyway, donât think too much about it. Sheâs clumsy but sheâs not unaware. Iâm sure sheâll understand where youâre coming from.â
âHonestlyââyou slide under the covers and heave a huge sighââI think I might find my thirteenth reason if she hates me tomorrow.â
Nayeon rolls her eyes. Yes: sheâs painfully aware that you certainly wonât kill yourself over the fact that you may or may not have made a girl re-live her trauma, but the knowledge of that doesnât stop her from expressing her disdain towards your little joke.
âSleep on it. Youâll be fine tomorrow,â she assures you, now in full resolution and crystal clear audio and image. She segways into something else, âBy the way, check out the link Iâm sending you.â
Toilet wifi is truly doing her wonders cause you get the link in question right after she says it. And you arenât sporting a fedora when you confidently identify the source as a Reddit thread, but it feels like you should be heading online to buy one and get it delivered via next-day delivery. (Ugh⊠You can feel the word mâlady threatening to burst forth from your mouth already.) Yuck.
Clicking on the link brings you to a community youâre no stranger to. Youâve heard of it once or twice, but never really had the time or energy to delve into the posts. Nayeon seems to have done some homework though â youâre taken to a very specific post, a clip that kinda blew up when it debuted.Â
It takes no Oppenheimer to draw the conclusion that the post addresses Nayeon herself, and sheâs clad in that all black bodysuit from that one Talk That Talk performance that hugs her figure and really makes all the curves on her body pop. Youâd know: you fucked her in this outfit; railed her on the bed from the back with a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs on her wrists if you want specifics. And if you want even more details: she didnât let you cum till sheâd came 3 times. Fun.
Itâs a stunning outfit, and the appeal of the wonders it does to Nayeonâs body is only emphasised by how she runs her hands up from her hips, tracing the hourglass shape of her figure before she flips her hair. A pretty good Gif. Seems to have all 1410 commenters on their knees.
Now mind you: youâre on speaker phone with her right now. With that in mind, it sure as hell feels like Nayeonâs in the room with you as low sighs and salacious squelching starts filtering through Nayeonâs microphone and into your ears. A quick glance at the call window (thatâs so helpfully converted to a small rectangle at the top right-hand corner of your phone) confirms 2 things while surprising you with a third find:
1) Sheâs very much naked under that robe. A bit of a no-brainer
2) Sheâs playing with herself â legs wide open and one of them (you canât be arsed to really say which one) propped up on the rim of the bathtub as juice-slicked fingers work themselves between flushed folds.
3) The whole reason you can see the stuff in 2) is attributed to the fact that she's somehow leaned her phone against something in that bathtub to give you an almost artistic view of her. Emphasis on âalmostâ because the close-up of her pretty, pink pussy is foreground to an even more sordid display of her half-lidded eyes and parted lips â baseness personified really.
Yuna becomes a secondary thought. âSo⊠Has anyone told you that youâre kind of freaky?â
âHey. Iâm just a girl,â she muses, the look on her face a strong contender for the symbol of pure depravity. âRead the comments would you?â
âTwitterâs a much better place for this ifââ
âJust stop being a smartass and read the fucking horny comments.â
Youâre not intimidated by the aggression behind her voice for once, and itâs probably because she isnât here to edge you if you donât shut up. You take a moment to admire just how good she looks in this seemingly sempiternal display of what looks like lust itself, the Gif looping at least 3 times while youâre at it (and itâs like, the best 14 seconds of your life). The sun hits her at just the right, illuminating the best parts of her while shadows further define the shape of her curves â bringing forth the swell of her hips while making her tits and ass look bigger by a rather generous amount. Frankly, she looks good in just about anything really. Clothes on or off; hair tied up or let down; lingerie or fancy dress; lace or solid, she is the embodiment of sex.
âHurry the fuck up,â she hisses, and itâs dripping with lethal lust and desire like venom from serpent fangs. Okay⊠Thereâs some mutual interest here with you and Nayeon. Youâll oblige.
âHow nasty are we getting?â you inquire, all while you work the waistband of your pants down past your crotch so that your cock can spring free. You enlarge the window of the call, silently hypnotising yourself with the sight of Im Nayeonâs hand busying itself between her legs. âAre we going from the tame ones and progressing orâŠâ
The look on her face tells you that she doesnât give a shit; and sheâs about this close to ending this filthy call and getting off on her own. Better conscience guides you to pick a random comment from the middle and get going with it.
âThis oneâs a thought provoker,â you preempt, scanning through the rather raunchy statement left behind by some undoubtedly turned-on user. âIt says, âI wonder what she tells her stylist when she has to wear such outfits. It's like she must be really asking: I want something that will reveal my whole curvy figure. Nayeon is really the best girlâ.â
âMnphâŠâ â she tilts her head back and lets out a gasp â an implosive suction of air thatâs sharp yet so pleasing to your ears. âCurvy and⊠What was that again?â
âBest girl,â you reiterate, watching with a half-parted mouth as your hand matches the pace of Nayeeonâs fingers pumping in and out of the wet mess on the screen, âlooks like someoneâs got an eye for details.â
âTheyâd better. I think I looked fucking hot in that thing.â
You could second that opinion, though it was probably in your best interest to keep reading. This is basically your equivalent of putting fries into bags. Youâre kinda okay with it, but youâre struggling to read this next one because of its horrible grammar, âher pussy must feel like heaven. With a tight body like that, she must know how sheâs draining balls around the world.â
In the bathtub, she twitches. Her ring and middle finger are drenched when theyâre removed from her pussy, but they donât rest and find solid ground on her clit. They rub circles into Nayeonâs swollen nub, no doubt applying just the right amount of pressure onto the area while Nayeon is breathing all shaky and sounds like sheâs been winded. In your books: this is basically her doing a backflip over the fine line between freaky and kinky, and basically exposing you to some new kink that sheâs probably picked up from Sana. If any of these commenters ever really had a sliver of an idea of what sheâs really like behind the scenes, you doubt that the comments would be as merciful as this. Anyway, next.
âI bet she likes it raw. She probably loves being a good little fucktoy who takes unprotected dicks into that tight pussy and letting load after load fill her. I meanâ âNayeon starts to shudder a little, quaking and sighing as you get to the more explicit section of his commentââsheâd probably like it if I just ripped that dress off her body and spread her legs. Sheâll moan like a slut when I put it in her and just start doing her raw. Imagine the way her tits will bounce. Fucking slut, she was made to be bred.â
She lets out this moan â inexplicable and undescribable. She urges you to keep going. You do just that.
âI want her mouth so bad. Bunny has those dick sucking lips that are made for cock, probably gives mad head and is so fucking sloppy with it. I bet sheâll let the drool drip from the corners of her mouth while she takes me in all the way, and sheâll probably thank me with her eyes when I grab her by the hair and start fucking her throat. Iâm gonna destroy that pretty little face so bad, leave her so fucking messy and ruined that sheâll have to stop singing for at least a week. When I cum, Iâm gonna make sure it goes down her throat and get some on that slutty face. Sheâs earned it.â
Youâre watching her, pumping your fist around your cock while she lets her jaw slack and lets her moans sort of tumble from her mouth in batches. âMore,â she pleads, fingers trembling as she lets her free hand slip beneath her robe and start giving attention to her tits. Youâd kinda kill to see them now, but this view will have to do. âRead more. I want to hear it.â
âThey're getting nastier,â you inform her. âThis whole thread of comments is just 3 guys discussing how they want to share you in a gangbang.â
âFuck yes. PleaseâŠâ
She never finishes the sentence, but you get the gist. You persist.Â
The next one is kinda paraphrased, partially because youâre projecting your own fantasies while simultaneously deciphering what this guy is trying to say across 5 separate comments.Â
âI want nothing moreââand itâs getting really hard to breathe while Nayeonâs fucking herself senseless halfway across the world. Maybe if she hadnât worn those damned airpods, you wouldnât be hearing every single sordid little sound she makes (gasps, sighs, moans and a bunch of phonetic mish-mash that began with the letter âoâ). You canât tell if sheâs already lost to the haze of pleasure, and even if she hasnât sheâs probably holding on by a thread thinner than hair; on the way there and probably reaching within the next five minutesââthan to pound her little pussy raw and give her a fat load.â
âOh my fucking godâŠâ sheâs descending a little further into her own head, sinking beneath the sheer thrill of masturbating while her partner reads out all the perverse things that people would do to her. Her breaths are almost desperate â earthy and kind of like a product of raw emotion; akin to a groan or maybe even a grunt. At the same time, itâs like sheâs struggling to take in the air she needs, fighting to find a reason to take a breath and distract her from this debauched world that sheâs dived into. It isnât just her mind thatâs twisted here, but the minds of others too. âKeep going. I need to know how theyâre gonna ruin me.â
Youâre trying to memorise the next line so you can watch, watch the subtle twitch in her right leg and the grunt-moan hybrid thatâs produced from that pleasure stricken throat; the way she becomes a bundle of nerves like you and just starts losing it; the way her fingers go from rubbing to fluttering small circles of heavenly release into her body; the way the round breast thatâs slipped out of the robe ripples with each movement from her shoulder. Youâre more than happy to watch really; be a witness to the act of her bringing herself to the point of no return as she practically brims with pleasure and bliss that sheâs bringing herself. Youâre reading is like an add-on, some sick twisted DLC if you really think about it (youâre not really thinking much, but itâs a fun thing to consider). Itâs quite like making a drink, albeit a little bit butchered â sheâs pouring herself a glass while you wipe the rim with a lemon. The alcohol can spill on your fingers for all you care, you just wanna watch her make it overflow.Â
TL;DR: you really wanna make her cum.
âIâll fuck her mouth while you take her pussyââthis one is read word-for-word, verbatim, letter-for-letter. You like how itâs phrased, not quite poetry but beautiful in its own wayââmake her gag on this cock till sheâs ruining her mascara. We cum together. Give this little slut the spit roast creampie of her life.â
She half-sigh-half-moans â the type of noise sheâd make when sheâs on her back and being fucked into the mattress. She shifts, undoes the knot holding her robe together and lets the thing part from the middle and falls at her sides. Leaning back against the end of the bathtub, her pleading comes in the form of whines, soft ones that kinda float around the room while she endeavours to work her fingers a little harder. A free hand kneads her breast. Your breath hitches, cock pulsing in your fist as she arches her back and starts to gasp. You read the next lines, the boner-fueled words of some guy who probably had his cock in his hand while typing this out.
âI want her ass. Iâll make her ride it while she takes it up that bubble butt, then you guys an still fuck her pussy and mouth. Sheâll be so messy, probably dripping from her pussy and her mouth while three dicks fuck the shit out of all three of her holes. You know what? I bet sheâll enjoy it. The slut flaunts her body like itâs a fucking prize. Sheâs asking for it.âÂ
There are like 2 more comments, but you never quite make it to the next parts. With a cry, Nayeon leans forward in the bathtub. She digs her fingers back into her slit, restarts the squelching and lets your speakers flood with a sordid symphony; squelch after squelch after squelch feels like music to your ears. âYour cock.â Itâs a demand, really raunchy, kinda racy and really (and you really mean really) fucking raw. Canât quite figure out which part of her strips her of the filter that takes away the pure intoxicating venom that coats her words, but you couldnât really give more of a shit right now. Itâs hot, like, really fucking hot. âShow me your cock. Let me see you stroke it.â
And itâs almost at once that you switch back to the call and flip your camera around. Youâve been going at the same tempo for some time now, and you hope Nayeon can see the utter mess sheâs made of you â precum leaking from your tip and your head all swollen and red. She moans, slips another digit inside of her and starts working all three of her fingers harder inside of her.Â
âNgh⊠I really wish that I could be filled with your cock right now,â she drawls. Youâre not too sure if she knows that sheâs projecting a shared desire right now. Itâd be great to feel those warm walls wrapped around your shaft, slicking it with her juices while she rides you at a steady pace. Fuck⊠Sheâs ruining you, isnât she? âWith me baby. Cum. Make a mess for me.â
Her words are a little jumbled, but coherence doesn't really matter when sheâs spitting pure filth from her lips. It doesnât take long for either of you to get there, but you like to think that you meet her where she already is and kinda just go from there. At least thatâs what you tell yourself as she convulses and is marred by her orgasm, and your cum leaks down your shaft and flows over your knuckles while you watch Your respective cameras capture it all â witnesses the mess you make at the hands of each other (and yourselves). You have to take a second, sit in the warm puddle of your own mess. Itâs pooled on your stomach; cleaning upâs gonna be a chore.
âGodâŠâ Nayeon breathes. âAlways wanted to try this.â
âGuessed as much,â you reply, sitting up in your bed and looking around for tissues. You spot a box of them on your desk. Great.
âGotta go. Be in touch soon.â
She leaves you in the darkness of your room. From the corner of your eye, you spot a set of eyes watching you from the ajar door. You make out Yunaâs features before she closes the door, no doubt fleeing the scene. You arenât sure how much she saw, but you hope that whatever she did see hadnât scared her shitless.
Anyway, there are larger issues at hand.
*
Itâs somewhere on the third or fourth night where it happens. For the record: you donât go to her. She comes to you.
Weather forecast predicted hail, and for once theyâre actually correct. Itâs pissing it down â the glass on your room not left unscathed from the assault of hail falling from the sky. Itâs awfully noisy, helluva hullabaloo. Hard to sleep in this weather really. You warned Yunaâwho seems to have gotten a little more comfortable around youâabout the horrid weather that you guys were about to be blessed with, and you canât help but wonder if sheâs fairing alright.
The knock on your door comes around a quarter after one. Yuna steps into your room, her silky nightdress kinda glowing in the low light as she sort of just stands there awkwardly. Itâs quite like a child entering their parents room in the middle of the night to inform them that theyâve shat the bed. You look at her from under the covers for a bit, and when she continues to be a deer in headlights, you sit up in your bed. âYou okay?â
âIâm umâŠâ she begins, fiddling with her fingers as she speaks. âI-Itâs noisy⊠AndâŠâ
You understand what sheâs attempting to convey. You move to your right in bed, open the covers and pat on the space youâve left for her. She smiles, grateful. When she settles into the space where Nayeon usually sleeps, you tell her to holler if she needs anything else. You leave her with that, and your back faces her when youâby the grace of some divine powersâdrift off.
You wake up again in the early morning. The sleep wasnât bad â kinda peaceful and dreamless and you want to close your eyes and drift back off. Unfortunately (actually kinda fortunately in this case), Yunaâs legs entangled with yours snaps you awake. Youâre worried that you might have rolled into her while you were asleep (you really didnât want to fuck up again), but her arm around your torso tells you otherwise. Sheâs cuddled up to you, head against your back and hugging you like youâre her personal soft toy â the usual kind of cuddling. Frankly, youâre at a loss for words. What happens in between is kind of a blur. You remember her stirring, and you remember turning around as slowly and gently as possible. What you donât quite remember however, is how she ends up with a hand on your cheek. You vaguely remember her asking for some sort of permission, but your heart is beating so loudly in your ears that you canât really hear or process much. Sheâs in the most vulnerable of positions right now, and the worst thing you could possibly do is fuck up. Your mishaps from the first day have you on edge.
And now youâre running through the events again in your head, doing your best to pick up on critical exposition that probably would explain the situation you're in. Words fail you as Yunaâs thumb traces a path across your cheek, sweeping back and forth languidly with the smallest of smiles on her face. Her eyesâthose hypnotic doleful eyesâstare into yours, and youâre sniffing out some longing behind that gaze.Â
âNayeon put in a really good word for you,â she whispers, letting her gaze wander across your face. âShe said that you were a trustworthy man⊠Someone whoâll take care of anyone because you can.â
Youâre happy to hear of Nayeonâs positive appraisal of you, but it doesnât stop your bad habit of cracking a joke in tense situations. âAnd whatâs the customerâs review?â
Youâre glad that she laughs. If she didnât, youâd have to expand your list to include a 14th reason.Â
âShe told me to trust you and that I can feel safe around you,â she reports. She takes a moment to bring her eyes back to yours. Her smile grows wider. âIâm happy to say that I do⊠Largely.â
And all at once: a two tonne weight around your chest feels like it just dropped a twenty-story height. You arenât sure if Yunaâs giggling because of the fact that youâre visibly relieved or because you heaved the loudest sigh of relief of your career.
âMan⊠I thought Iâd completely fucked up after the first day,â you admit to her, relishing the feeling of your body relaxing in bed. âNever quite got to apologise for that.â
âAnd you donât have toââher smile is quite soothing to be honest, puts you right at ease after looking at it for a second or twoâ âI was just kinda shocked⊠And I kinda have a bad experience of being yelled at. Working on it though.â
Huh. Guess Nayeon was right about her.
âStill though,â you raise, rubbing your eyebrow. âIâm sorry.â
Yuna chortles. Her lips slant at an angle. âForgiven and forgotten. Happy?â
You smile in response to the progress. âHey. You go girl.â
She graces you with a wink. A moment of silence follows.Â
âDid Nayeon ask you to be touchy with me?â you canât help but inquire. Itâs out of the blue, but hey: a burning question is a burning question. âI mean⊠Itâs not everyday that a cute girl just pulls up in my bed and caresses my cheek.â
âShe said that youâll be fineââshe retracts the hand on your cheek. The two tonne weight starts rising to the 5th floorââand are you flirting with me?â
(Two tonne weight falls. Phew⊠What a workout.)
âMaybe.â You donât really like being blunt cause thereâs always some merit in a bit of playing around. Now that you think back on it, you may or may not have picked this up from Nayeon. Damn girl is ruining you. âTake it how you want, just donât think Iâm being sarcastic.â
Yuna smirks a little. âNayeon did say you like to play around with your words,â she lifts a finger and points away from the bed, ânot sure if she influenced you,â she points towards you, âor if you influenced herâ.
âWhat if weâre both a little guilty?â
âThen Iâll be the outlier. Can I kiss you?â
And it feels like time stops. For the seconds that you stare at her in silence, one brain cell exerts maximum fucking effort to process the weight of her words. You wouldnât have been as hesitant if sheâd just kissed you directly, but now that sheâs asking for consent first, youâre high-key at a loss for words. The sunâs starting to rise and the roomâs being filled with this sorta radiant glow⊠Or maybe itâs just her.
âWoah,â you canât help but muse. Of course, youâre exaggerating by quite a bit. âYou are⊠Super blunt.â
âFigured you could use a change of pace.â
Then Yuna closes the distance between the two of you. She hesitates for a little, hovering over your lips for a bit before she finally decides to press her lips onto yours. Itâs kinda sweet; her lips feel amazing and sheâs really going down on you. You comb your hands through her hair, let the smell of sweet shampoo kinda intoxicate you a little while she tugs at your lower lip with her teeth. Unlike Nayeon, it feels like sheâs kissing you because she wants to. The older girl sometimes makes it feel like sheâs doing it for the sake of it, and then proceeds to tear through your clothes to get to your dick. Yuna takes her time, lets her hand on your face get familiar with the structure of your jaw as fingers graze them gently; introduces her index finger and thumb to your chin as she tips it to deepen the kiss a little.
âHey,â she calls once the kiss is broken. Sheâs glowing in the light of the room, the smile on her face pretty fucking adorable. âDid Nayeon ever tell you that I look the best when I take it from the back?â
Again: super fucking blunt.
Clothes are never a hassle when youâre kinda in a rush, and Yunaâs night dress slips right off her body like the plate she dropped from the tray. You have her on her back, kinda half-mewing-half-keening as you catch a nipple in your mouth and suck on on it. The toned muscles on her stomach tense and relax, the rapid ebb and flow of pleasure in her system making her body move in all sorts of sensual ways as you palm her other breast.
And hereâs the thing you like about Yuna: she lets you take her time with her, really revels in the sweetness of the moment while your trailing kisses down to her crotch. She moans for you â sweet music that tells you yeah thatâs the spot while you acquaint and familiarise yourself with her body; she shifts herself accordingly â rolls to her side when you were kissing her plunging collarbones and opens her legs for you when you get to that pretty, pink pussy. Itâs like sheâs wired to please you, responding to your every move with a move of her own like youâre locked in a dance with her. Itâs a welcome change of pace from having to fight and dirty talk your way to even get the chance to fuck Nayeon.
(In case youâre wondering: you do eat her out, but you kinda get lazy to really put into words. All you need to know are these few key points:
Firstly, sheâs delicious, sweet and salty and kinda tangy. A bit of a subjective taste but you like it.
Secondly, her moans are really fucking adorable. Theyâre not even, like, purposefully made that way. She just kinda lets them flow from her mouth â choked-up cries of pleasure while warm thighs wrap around your ears.Â
Lastly, when she cums, itâs fucking amazing. Itâs like she brings heaven down to earth with her cries and makes sure you get to touch it as much as she can. Her body is fucking riveting â arches deliciously when she arrives and makes you twitch in your pants.
Bottom line: sheâs really fucking hot, quite like Nayeon in the way she tries you on sometimes but patient and actually giving you the chance to talk dirty with her. Damn⊠She really is a change of pace.)
And so: reaching between your bodies with her on all fours, you grasp your cock in your right hand, slipping it between Yunaâs legs. The young woman spreads her thighs as best she can â readies herself for entry. Your head pushes between her lips, waiting for only a moment, before you thrust hard inside her, filling her to the hilt with your cock. Sheâs awfully tight, really fucking wet and God is it hot in there. You almost think molten iron seems to be brewing in her core.
âTell me,â she huffs, a sly smile on her face as she props herself up on her elbows. âAm I better? Or is Nayeon still the best?â
You caress the swell of her ass. âBaby⊠I think youâll be the best fuck Iâll have in a while.â
Itâs almost cruel: the way you kinda just start thrusting without any warning. She likes it though, and you only know because she possesses the bluntness to do so.
âGod youâre fucking big.â And her ass ripples with each thrust you deliver into that slick little pussy of herâs. âFuck⊠How does Nayeon even manage you?â
(The thing you like about her is how she asks a question like it was some sort of objective statement â not a rhetorical question, just something for you to respond to.)
You fuck her harder in response to that, kinda push yourself all the way into her. The tip of your cock slams against her cervix and her cries ring throughout your room. Your room fills with the sort of visceral sound one would associate with skin slapping against skin. There are definitely some more words to be shared during sex â the girl has a little more things she wants to get off her chest, but what the whole exchange boils down to is a back and forth of her gasping and crying out and saying youâre the best dick she'll ever get and you telling her you love the feel of her little cunt.
(It's really not like you're trying to prove something by being super rough. Yuna just happens to really, really like the feel of a thick cock pounding into her. Maybe Nayeon was right â her taking it from the back was a good idea.
Or maybe she's just a slut.
Who knows?)
"Yeah," you growl. You reach forward and grab a handful of her hair, pull her body against yours. "Take my cock baby."
"I can take it," she gasps, the breath knocked out of her. Her fingers curl against the bedsheets and she's just taking your cock. She's a lot easier to please than Nayeon â less stubborn about being in control, but also much, much more willing to please. "Oh God, fuck me, please..."
You slam deep inside her. Her body jerks forward and the sound that comes from her mouth is a mix between a cry and a gasp. "Please what?"
"Fuck me harder," she says. She's practically begging for it. "Make me cum. Please, please make me cum!"
Taking up her request is all you really wanna do. She didnât need to add the multiple pleads, but you took some pleasure in hearing it.
You grab ahold of her shoulders, pull her close till she's almost upright. "You're gonna cum around my dick," you growl. You start a series of rapid, hard thrusts and her body goes limp in your arms. "And you're gonna make a mess of yourself."
She nods frantically. She's a mess already, all sweaty and red. The sounds that leave her mouth are incoherent. With two fingers pressing hard and directly against her clit, you start circling on it, making her a complete fucking wreck in the middle of your room as you really try to get her off. There's a sweet spot you find after a moment â the pad of your digits slipping around the nub and her knees give, almost making her buckle until she's flat on her stomach on the bed, crying and shaking as you use her like a toy.
"Please... Fuck... Don't stop, oh God don't stop!" Her cries are like a prayer to you. You've never heard anything like it. You fuck her right through it, watching as her back arches and her legs twitch, until she's almost completely gone. There's only a little bit more left. She just needs a little extra push.
So you decide to go a little hard. You hold her by her hips, keep her legs shut, and thrust directly down onto her pussy with a force you'd only reserve for someone like Nayeon. Her eyes roll back in her head as you really take her like you've wanted to ever since you started; it's almost animalistic how you really try to get her to cum as hard as she can. You can almost feel her orgasm build up in her body. Her breathing grows shorter and more erratic and she's mewling in her throat â so close. You can taste it.
"You like my cock don't you?" You reach around, give her tits a squeeze. She almost cums from that.
"Yes," she whimpers. You know she's not playing the part â she genuinely wants your dick. "Please... Let me cum on your cock..."
(You donât admit it verbally, but you like it when girls beg. Nayeon never does, and itâs a novelty now that sheâs doing it.)
You hold her down with an arm on her lower back. Her head's to the side, hair plastered to her skin with sweat as you fuck her from behind. She's panting and whining, begging you for more; âplease please moreâ. You like that. It's cute. You wanna hear it. So you go harder. She screams into the sheets, but the sounds are muffled, but she's pretty loud nonetheless. It's good to see her let go like this, really let loose and not hold anything back. There's a fire that she ignites inside you. "Fuck..."
It's like a little fire that ignites and grows bigger, burns brighter with each thrust. She's so tight and so fucking wet; the wet sounds that accompany each thrust really turns you on. Your body feels so hot. There's this warmth that spreads across your entire body with every passing second. She moans and cries, whimpering as you nail her into the sheets.
Then there's this moment of clarity that hits her, and she looks back at you â she smiles, eyes half-lidded and she whispers something to you.
"Cum inside me," she says. She's shaking. "Please..."
Your rhythm grows sloppy as you edge closer and closer to the climax. Your cock feels like it's growing harder, bigger â there's this throb in it and your body's all tensed up. It feels like something inside you is going to snap, break loose and make you cum. It's not the best feeling in the world, but the way it grows stronger and stronger really makes your toes curl and your skin tingle.
And she's so beautiful like this: spread out for you, skin sweaty, cheeks red, and ass in the air as you fuck her. It's the best way you can ever imagine her â she looks like she belongs to you like this, her body a playground for your lust, and she wants it just as much as you do. There's a mutual feeling between the two of you.
The pleasure comes and it hits you like a train. It feels like something inside your balls tighten and then snap and then there's this euphoria that envelopes you. You feel your cock pulse with every burst of semen that spurts from the head. Yuna cries as her pussy gets filled and filled, until it's running out and dripping from her cunt, but you can't stop fucking her. You want to feel that sweet, sweet release, to see how long it will go, to really enjoy this moment. She feels amazing, and your heart pounds and you want her so badly. You need her.
She cums â It's a hard, shuddering orgasm that wracks her body. She cums and she screams for you, and she makes a mess of herself as promised. It's really fucking hot â the way she completely loses her composure and her legs shudder violently as you pound her pussy through it all, soaking in the perverted pleasure she brings you while you fuck her freshly-creamed pussy till your hips kinda give. You collapse on her, panting and grunting on top of her while she struggles to breathe.
In this moment. She isnât like Nayeon in the slightest.
Sheâs a welcome change of pace.Â
*
âThinking back⊠There were signs in highschool that I probably ignored.â
And the water sloshes around as Yuna shifts a little in the bathtub. Sheâs found it to her liking to prop herself up against you, let her head rest against your shoulder while you hold her close to your chest. Youâll admit that itâs a bit of an awkward arrangement, but there was no way you could just not indulge her after she asks to take a bath with you.Â
âThe worst part is that they werenât even, like, subtle,â she tells you, just sort of staring out into the distance while she talked. âHeâd punch things when he got angry, even slapped a referee after he lost a game⊠Love is blind huh?â
You held her a little closer to your chest. âItâs okay. We all make mistakes.â
âYeah, well, my mistakes left me with no physical scars but the emotional ones are plenty.â
You hope she canât see you grimace. Itâs hard to recover from these types of things, especially if you realise the stupidity behind your decisions.
âIâm sorry that happened to you,â you tell her, and you really mean it. âIt must be difficult⊠You know: recovering.â
The front of her lips curve up. âThanks. I try not to let it weigh me down too much but⊠Just kinda happens to come out every now and then.â
You get it, you really do. Not that youâve been in an abusive relationship like hers before, but you understand what itâs like. Itâs sad really: being unable to break out of a cycle that hurts you the more you try to stay and change it. You admire the young girlâs strength, envy her courage for finally breaking the cycle and freeing herself for good.Â
âYouâre safe now,â you whisper, moving some wet hair out of her face. âI will never hurt you. I promise.â
She smiles at that. âThank you,â she says while pinching your cheek, âthat means a lot to me.â
Then you bask in the silence for a little, taking in the smell of the bath salts and the feel of Yunaâs soft skin against yours. Itâs a pretty romantic moment till Yunaâs bluntness breaks it.
âIâm, like, really wet,â she announces, gazing up at you from her position on your shoulder. You laugh.Â
âDidnât you just cum?â
âGood things come in threes.â
She fixes you with a look, like she knows that youâre gonna give in.
(And you know what? Sheâs absolutely right. Canât say no to a pretty girl.)
*
âWell hello to you too.â
Nayeon sounds almost angry on the other side of the video call. On your end, you have your phoneâs back camera pointed to the current situation: Yuna atop of you, thighs locked around your cock as her hips rock up and down steadily. Her thighs are warm, pillowy; makes you grit your teeth while she moves languidly.
âNayeon!â Yuna exclaims, almost too saccharine as she keeps her eyes locked on yours. âWe were just thinking of you.â
She isnât lying. Just moments before her call came, you two were making a joke about how sheâd never let you get away with as much as Yuna did. It was a pretty humorous conversation, almost comedic if it wasnât for the fact that Yuna was tugging your sweats down your thighs.Â
But, there she was, still moving in your lap. Yuna leans forward, hands planted on your chest as she continues to rock her hips, ass bouncing a little against your thighs.
You can hear a scoff from Nayeon.
Yuna turns her head to the screen, eyes looking at the phone but her hands still pushing on your chest, fingers flexing. "We really were," she whines, lips jutted into a pout. You watch her as her lips curl into a small smirk just a second later, her teeth peeking out, and you can feel your face grow warm when she looks back at you.
"Tell her what we were talking about," she orders, her voice soft but firm.
"Um...we were just, umâ" you stutter out, and your throat goes dry as her hips keep going, her thigh muscles clenching around you.
"Go on."
"We were...just, uh, talking about how you're not here," you finally manage to get out.
"Aww, baby...â Nayeon is smiling. Itâs sarcasm by the way; she's enjoying this as much as Yuna is.
Yuna's pout returns. "See, Nayeon?" She continues to roll her hips against you. "We were thinking of you,â she reiterates, making sure she has your eye contact while she fucks you with her heavenly thighs, âI know it's not fair that you aren't here, but heâs just so fucking hard⊠Someone had to do something about it.â
Nayeon gives a snort. âYou two are lucky Iâm not alone in my room right now.â
âAnd what would happen if you were?â Yuna challenges. You donât recall her being this daring.
âPlaying with myself, obviously,â the older girl replies. âYou think Iâd just watch you get him off with your thighs? I barely let that boy dominate me.â
Yuna chuckles and smiles your way.
âWhat a horrible situation,â she whispers, moving a little faster. âLuckily Iâm here to pamper him.â
âAnd heâd better enjoy it while it lasts,â Nayeon smirks. âWhen Iâm home heâsââ
Yuna cuts her off by hanging up. You stare wide-eyed in shock as she tosses the phone aside. âToo noisy. I canât multitask,â she explains. âCall her back later. Letâs get back to it.â
With that, Yuna leans over you, her chest pressed to yours as she gives a slow grind in your lap, her hips moving in a figure eight. Your head rolls back, and you release a loud, drawn-out groan. Her thighs are so smooth against your cock, so warm, so soft. You wish you could bury your face in between them. The way her hips move is incredible; she knows what she wants, knows how to work you.
You try to sit up, but Yuna pushes you back down by your chest. Her lips curve into a smile, and she shakes her head.
"Stay down," she whispers, "you don't wanna ruin this, do you?"
"No."
"Then stay still. I'll make it quick."
Quick is an understatement. She's barely rocking her hips in your lap, but with how soft her thighs are, and the way they grip you like a vice, you know it'll probably be over sooner or later. You make a note to try and make this last for as long as you can. Yuna leans over you again, hands on your chest as she gives a rough buck of her hips. Your head snaps back and you let out a loud groan. She continues to grind against you, slowly, making sure to hit every sensitive part of your cock. You reach up to grab her hips, but she slaps your hands away.
"No touching," she tuts. "Let me do the work. You relax."
Your lips open to protest. She shushes you with a finger.Â
"Own me later," she whispers, sliding the finger down to the point where your collar bones meet. "Let me take care of you now."
You gulp, nodding.
Yuna's hands settle back on your chest, nails dragging across your skin, making you shiver. She's looking at you with those doe eyes, those pretty pink lips curled into a smirk as her hips pick up pace. The friction is incredible; Yuna's thighs feel like silk wrapped around your cock, warm and soft; the way they're clamped around you has you seeing stars. Your breath hitches in your throat when Yuna moves faster.
(And another thing about her: sheâs so fucking good at pleasuring you that she always makes you lose your ability to think.)
"Fuck..." You moan, throwing your head back. "Feels so good..."
She smiles at that, giving a small hum of approval. "Does it?" She asks. "Good."
You look up at her, watching her roll her hips. She's really putting in work, moving in all sorts of ways to make sure you're feeling the most pleasure. It's not lost on you; she's an angel, and you thank every god there is for having her. Your cock throbs between her thighs, aching. The head is flushed red and leaking precum, which smears all over Yuna's thighs as she keeps moving. Your toes curl in the sheets, fingers gripping the fabric as she rides you.
Yuna continues to roll her hips, giving a few rough bucks when she feels like it. You're groaning and moaning under her, letting out all kinds of sounds that make her chuckle. She's having fun teasing you, getting you close to orgasm only to slow down and watch your face contort with pleasure.
"Don't cum yet," she says softly, running her hands over your chest. "We just started."
"I-I know," you reply, breathless. "But I...fuck..."
Yuna giggles. "That good?"
"Yeah. Fuck⊠don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby."
You throw your head back, your hips twitching under hers. Yuna chuckles, keeping her thighs locked around you. Your cock aches, throbbing between them as she moves; precum drips onto her legs, which only makes the slide easier for her. You're starting to sweat; your body's temperature rises with each passing moment, the feeling of her thighs overwhelming you. Yuna's so warm against you, so soft and pliable; you can't help but imagine her underneath you, moaning and writhing as you fuck her. The thought has you bucking your hips up into her, causing her to gasp.
"Someone's eager," Yuna teases, running a hand through her hair. "What's going through your head?"
You groan in response, your hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. "Nothing," you lie.
She snorts, knowing full well what's on your mind.
"Liar." She rocks her hips forward. "What are you thinking about?"
You gaze at her for a moment. "If I said you... Would you believe me?"
She rolls her eyes. "Wouldn't put it past you," she stops moving for a bit to give you the attention. "What are you doing to me in your head?"
"I never saidâ"
"Please," she interjects "We both know you want to bend me over the nearest fucking surface and fuck my brains out right now."
Her thighs start moving again. Your head falls back and a moan escapes you.
"Can you blame me?" You say. She smiles.
"No, not really. I am pretty hot anyway."
(Thereâs that little bit of Nayeon in her.)
You nod. "You're so fucking good to me." You manage to get out.
Yuna chuckles. "Wanna know something?"
"What?"
"I love the way you feel between my thighs," she tells you. "And I love how you sound when I'm making you feel good. I want to hear more of it."
With that, she leans forward, pressing her lips to yours. Her hips keep moving, rolling against you at an agonizing pace, causing you to moan against her mouth. She's quite literally giving you everything you want, injecting some mischief here and there that makes it feel like Nayeon possesses her sporadically. She's more gentle though, more kind and more caring too. Okay, not that Nayeon doesn't care, but she's kinda ruthless when she's horny. Yuna's much more caring, and a lot more willing to be a pillow princess. She likes being pampered. She likes being loved on and adored. She wants to be fucked and she wants to be taken care of. It's a mutual feeling between the two of you. You'll worship her, and she'll love you for it.
Yuna pulls away from the kiss, moving to your neck. She gives it a few open-mouthed kisses, nipping at your skin. You sigh, letting your head fall back. She continues to rock her hips against yours, grinding down onto your cock. Her hands slide up your chest, nails digging into your skin, eliciting a gasp from you.Â
Yuna chuckles, kissing up your neck to your ear. "You're so big," she whispers. "So fucking thick... Feels so good."
You groan, fingers gripping her hips.
"You like that?" She asks. "Like me talking about your cock?"
You nod.
"I love it," and she talks with a purr. "Love how it feels inside me... How deep it goes... How hard it throbs..." She whispersâno. Moans all this right into your ear. "Fuck... I really want this thing inside me right now."
"Later," you quickly propose. "Please?"
She laughs â sweet and melodic. "Never said that I would put it inside of me," she reminds you. "Now, you zip up and make a mess for me, okay?"
You moan in response, nodding your head. You can't deny her, not when she's making you feel this good.
Yuna keeps moving against you, her thighs clenching around your cock. She moves slowly, her hips rolling at an agonizing pace. Your cock is aching; you can feel yourself getting closer to your climax with each passing second. Your eyes are glued to her thighs, watching them move. She looks so good on top of you. Her hips are hypnotic; your mind spins as she fucks you.
Your eyes move up to her face. Her eyes are closed, lips parted slightly as she focuses on her movements. Her hands are still on your chest, fingers flexing. Her breathing is heavy, warm breath fanning over your skin. You take in her beauty, letting it consume you. She's so fucking perfect, so angelic. Hard to believe how much of a slut she can be.
"I'm close," you manage to get out. "Yuna..."
She smiles. "Go ahead, baby."
"Don't wanna make a mess." You say.
Yuna giggles, her hips picking up pace. "Too late for that."
That's what sends you over the edge.Â
You cum; itâs fucking messy.Â
Cum fills the space between your dick and her thighs, slathering and flowing and spurting onto everything it can possibly get on. It slicks the insides of her legs; gets on her ass a little and pools beneath her crotch. Yuna hums in satisfaction, a smile on her face as she turns behind her to survey the damage.
âClean up on aisle four,â she mutters, reaching back to wipe some cum off her ass. She sends her fingers into her mouth â makes a big show of sucking them clean. You canât help but chuckle a little at the sight.
âHey,â you call her, your hands reaching down to grope her ass. âIâm planning to change the sheets tomorrow.â
She gives you a look. âAre you saying that cause youâre actually going to? Or because you just want to fuck me right now.â
Oh and sheâs perceiving you almost too accurately. You wonât admit your answer, even to yourself.Â
âI dunno,â you shrug. âEither way: weâll have to change the sheets.â
Yuna matches your game.
âCall Nayeon back,â she instructs. âLetâs show her what sheâs missing.â
*
Again: Nayeon just kinda chooses when and where to be a bit of a minx, and you just have to roll with it really.
The decisionâfor todayâwas made somewhere halfway through the drive to fetch Yuna. You were just talking about how Nayeon had picked that girl up, and her voice trails off as she passes the exit sign. She just keeps on driving while pretending to look like sheâs in the right. The GPS doesnât lie though: it keeps on promoting her to U-turn at every opportunity thatâs available to her. She ignores it of course, kinda tunes it out even though the instructions are really getting annoying now (and not to mention it sounds like itâs demanding her to go back this instant, like a mum who just canât get her kid to listen). Itâs like how she ignores you lately.
âSheâs probably gonna think we crashed or something,â you muse, lurching in your seat a little as she takes a left. âWeâre like, what, fifteen minutes late or something?â
âNah,â Nayeon quickly refutes. She stops to let a BMW swerve around the corner before she gently taps on the gas. âSheâs probably still packing her things,â the turning signal clicks at a steady tempo, stops after she takes the 3rd exit on the roundabout, âmaybe even settling a bit of her make up or whatever.â
This is the most sheâs spoken since her return.
You hazard a glance at the GPS. The blue line leading you back to your intended destination only grows longer, sometimes glitching a little as the turn of Nayeonâs car gives it the illusion that youâre heading back when sheâs really just turning into a one way street. You canât tell if she knows where sheâs going or if sheâs just throwing out random bullshit.
âDonât look at me like that,â she grumbles, casting a rather nasty glance your way. âIâm just taking a shortcut. Thatâs all.â
(Is it not painfully obvious where this is going?)
And a few minutes later, sheâs got you gritting your teeth in the backseat of her car. No smug remarks from her â she has your balls in her mouth and sheâs getting real sloppy in some alley sheâs parked in. You donât know where to begin, where to find solid reasoning for what youâre witnessing and feeling right now. Itâs pretty fucking asinine (and she probably knows that it is) and damn straight goes against all branches of logic. In no world does she have a valid reason for being this horny at 11am on a Saturday.
(Actually, thereâs one reason: she just feels like it.)
âYou do know that weâre both astronomically fucked if anyone so much as glances our way.â Youâre ashamed to admit that this actually has you hissing, partly out of annoyance and partly out of pleasure. âYouâre fucking ridiculous. I hope you know that.â
Nayeon spits on your cock. Her hands close into a fist around your shaft, her eyes almost empty as she spreads her saliva in a close to even layer over you. âAre you quite done?â She asks. The emptiness in her voice is kinda scary. It makes her sound exasperated, like sheâs sick of your reasonings. âYou know, you talk an awful lot for someone who literally writhes when I quite fucking literally touch your cock. Donât act tough on me. We both know who you are. We both know youâre my toy.â
Figuring out if this is part of the bit is the hardest part of your predicament. She plays too much as of late: with her eyes, her tone, her facial expressions⊠Sometimes it makes you wonder if she really keeps you around just to satisfy her cock cravings or if she really wants you around. Ever since sheâs gotten back, it feels like sheâs been fucking you and Yuna with nothing but pure hate. You feel it in her eyes, in the violent buck of her hips when she rides you or even in the way she spanks Yuna with a little too much glee. It confounds you; admittedly: youâre petrified of the possibility that sheâs straight up jealous of how your relationship with Yunaâs been going since she roped her into this mess.
You canât help it. You need to know.
You grab her by the wrist, a little harder than youâd like but itâll have to do. âStop,â and you donât mean to be assertive, but itâs all you can summon now. âI need you to answer me honestly.â
In the passenger-side seat, Nayeon fixes her gaze on yours. She tries to struggle from your grasp; you keep a firm grip.
âWhat are we?â you ask, straightforward; direct. Youâve been with Yuna enough times to know that thisâll elicit an honest response from her. âCause it just feels like Iâm just your piece of meat to fuck and own. We donât talk, you donât even look at me when we go to sleep⊠What are we Nayeon?â
And it makes her freeze. Your sincerity is scary to her â ropes her into your thoughts more than you usually do. Sheâs silent, face blanker than paper. Her fingers on the hand that youâve got in your grasp curl a little. âWeâre just fuck buddies⊠Thatâs all.â
You just stare at her for a second, soak in the weight of that statement. âThen why does it feel like youâre jealous of Yuna?â
âIâm not. What are you evenâŠâ You can tell sheâs surprised â her eyes do that thing where they widen, and then she blinks. Your question is loaded to her: it catches her in a place where sheâs made privy to the fact that her emotions are more out there and perceptible than sheâd like.
You raise an eyebrow. âCome on⊠We both know thatâs not true.â
Her plump lips purse. She looks away for a moment.
âAnd what would you do if I said I was jealous?â she raises. âKick her out? Stop fucking her?â
She raises a valid argument. Frankly, you didnât bring this up with the end goal of sorting this out. You just wanted the older girl to accept her emotions, maybe acknowledge that itâs a little petty and then kinda just move on. Of course, nothing with Nayeon is ever really that simple.
âYouâre the one that brought her into this,â you remind her, partly because you feel like she isnât acknowledging her fault in this situation and partly because you have nothing else to say.
She rips her hand away. âSo itâs my fault then?â
âWhat?â you sit up a little in your seat. âNo. Thatâs not what Iâm saying.â
âThen what are you saying?â
Her eyes sear your soul with her frustration. This hurts her more than you think. âIâm saying weâre both a little guilty here,â you clarify. âWe both have a part to play in how you feel, so maybe we should just talk this out.â
She goes quiet. Too quiet considering the circumstance.
âLater.â She decides. âI think better with a load inside of me.â
*
So to reiterate: they're similar but kinda different.Â
âJesus⊠Did you really have to get it on my dress?â Nayeonâs clearly pissed. The wet wipe in her hand rubs at the stain of her dress furiously, as if the aggressive motion will kinda just get it out magically. Yuna retires into your arms, her sweat-matted hair sticking to your chest a little. The syntax behind how you got to this point is more complicated that youâd care to elaborate on, but letâs just say: Nayeon was happier a second agoâŠ
(Okay but to be fair: her dress was in the way when you pulled out. So itâs like, half your fault, but you like to play the victim.)
âRelax,â Yuna assures her senior. âItâll wash right off.â
Nayeon clicks her tongue in annoyance. âYou stop defending him. He knows what heâs done.â
Yuna giggles. She smiles up at you. âYeah⊠He does.â
They donât know it, but theyâve got a pretty good dynamic going: Mother-daughter; Spicy and Sweet; Sour Cream and Onion. They contrast, diverge; but they compliment each other almost perfectly.Â
(Itâs no family reunion; but itâs dinner and diatribes from here on out.)
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hope you will be full of joy and fulfill your dreams next year!
Anyway! This is lokwey the start of a series where I just kinda explore more filthy and complicated things, stuff thatâs just not quite right but somehow works. I wonât be following the same idols and people, so this isnât exactly an interlinked series. Hard to explain but you guys can just come to your own conclusions really.
~Nichu
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Ë â .Squid Game characters x Flirty!reader Headcannons
Ëâșâ§â Ëâ§Hc squid game characters with a flirty reader.Ë â
Character: Thanos, Myung-gi, Gi-hun, in-ho, jun-ho, Sae-byeok, dae-ho.
-Thanos (Choi su-bong)
â If you flirt with him, oh, he's gonna flirt with you back, and he's not gonna stop. He'll flirt right back, one-upping up your flirty comments with exaggerated gestures. He'll say some corny shit like, "Is it getting hot in here, or is it just you, senorita?" He teases. He loves attention and knows how to turn it into a game.
âHe'll randomly just start rapping just for you, making sure the attention is all on you. "Yeah, she's so fine, no need to pretend, got me rapping for her, again and again," he'd rap while laughing.
â Thanos loves when you react with his flirty antics, and he'll keep pushing boundaries. He thrives on attention and will keep making bold moves to keep your attention on him. He's not subtle with it he'll always make sure you know he's interested, even if it's a bit obnoxious.
â He might be playful and goofy and making jokes. He's really stubborn if you play hard to get. He'll keep coming at you, pushing your buttons just to see how you'll react. He just loves the chase.
-Myung-Gi
âMyung-gi isn't the type to outwardly flirt back, but he'll notice you more than anyone else. If you flirt with him, he'll most likely respond with a long, intense gaze, his expression unreadable. He doesn't get flustered, but he's intrigued by your flirty personality and the attention.
â if you continue to flirt with him, his responses would be quiet and calculated. "You seem different." He might say showing interest he isn't loud or bold he just wants to keep things mysterious and make you wonder if he's truly interested
â he's the type to observe before making any moves. He wouks keep you on your toes with his silent and subtle actions. While he's not overt with his affections,he'll make an effort to be around you more often, taking mental notes of your reactions
âHe's not going to say to much outright, but if he's drawn to you, he might offer small, thoughtful comments like, "You stand out among the rest." Or someone that feels cryptic yet genuine.
-Gi-hun
âGi-hun would likely be nervous and awkwardly if you flirt with him, especially in such a dangerous environment. He'd provide laugh nervously, unsure how to rest, "Uhh... thanks?" Hell say, completely unsure of how to handle the attention.
â Despite his awkwardness, gi-hun would be genuine in his responses. If you continue flirting with him, he might get more comfortable, offering sweet but clumsy compliments. "You really think I'm.. worth your time?" He might ask, unsure of himself but flattered.
â as he grows more comfortable with you, he might begin to flirt back with his own goofy charm. "I'm not the best guy, but I'm glad you're giving a chance," he might say, trying to make you smile.
â His flirtation might be quiet but sincere. He might offer to help you with something or share food, showing affection in ways that aren't loud but are deeply caring.
-In-ho
âIn-ho, is always in control. He's never caught off guard, and he'll never be overwhelmed by flirtation. If you flirt with him, his response will be calm and composed, and even a little cryptic. He honestly finds the flirty tension a game.
âHe might use his flirting to keep you intrigued, but it's all a part of his bigger plan. He'll charm you, only to make you feel like you're in his grasp. "You don't realize how much power you have, do you?" He might say while gently manipulating the conversation.
âHe won't overtly show interest, but you can tell he enjoys having your attention. He might drop hints about how you're a valuable player in the game, subtly praising your actions, all while keeping you at arm's length, maintaining the upper hand.
âHe won't hesitate to make the flirtation feel dangerous, and if it's playful, it's always with an undertone of power and control. He might enjoy the chase, but he's always thinking one step ahead.
-Hwang jun-ho
âHonestly the flirtation might catch him off guard. He's not used to attention being drawn to him in that way, so he might act a little surprised. "Why are you flirting with me in a place like this?" He asks, trying to stay focused.
âDespite his initial surprise, he would still be protective. He would probably respond to your flirtation by trying to shield you from danger in submitting ways.
âHis flirtation would be hesitant at first, but over time, if you show genuine interest, he might soften, but he'd still have his guard up.
â if you continue to flirt with him, you might find that hwang jun-ho shows his affection through small acts of kindness, like bringing you someone to eat or standing up for you when others threaten you. He may not say much, but his actions would speak volumes.
-Dae-ho
âWhen you flirt with him, it throws him off. He responds politely at first, thinking you're just teasing. "Persistent, aren't you?" He says with a small smile.
âyour playful remarks or brushing against him make him freeze for a second, followed by a subtle blush. He clears his throat and tries to redirect the focus, but his stiff posture gives him away.
âHe's fiercely protective of you, standing close in dangerous situations or subtly moving between you and others. If someone flirts with you he won't confront them directly but will watch them with a quiet intensity.
âOver time, he starts to enjoy our teasing, responding with calm, understated flirtation that catches you off guard. "If you're trying to distract me it's working."
âIn quieter times, he softens, showing affection through small but meaningful gestures-offering you food, ensuring you rest, standing watch.
âDae-ho is so cute, loyal, and protective, making you feel deeply cherished even without grand gestures. His calm demeanor compliments your playful energy.
-Sae-byeok
â if you flirt with Sae-byeok, she'll probably be taken off guard. She's not used to receiving attention in such a forward way.
â Sae-byeok might get sarcastic with her responses, trying to deflect the flirtation. She'd tease you, turning the tables to see how you respond. "If you think I'm impressed by yourcharm, you're wrong." She says, but you'll know it's half-joking.
âThough Sae-byeok's hard to crack, the more you flirt with her, the more she starts to soften, though she'll never admit it. If you show genuine interest, she might get a little less cold over time, even if she'll always keep up her tough exterior.
âAfter a while,Sae-byeok may surprise you with moments of quiet affection- like a unexpected compliment or a protective gesture when you need it. Her flirting is more subtle, but when she does show her interest in you, it'll be in an unexpected but meaningful way.
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hotch's sister x spencer where hotch notices she's wearing spencer's clothes?
âYou and Spencer get one another in trouble with your older brother. fem!reader, 1k
Your brother, though youâre adopted, has passed down onto you many things. Mostly his frown, but more embarrassingly his high-pitched giggle when something is startlingly funny.Â
You laugh like a hyena at something Spencerâs said. He tries to grab you before you walk straight into his desk corner, but heâs too slow. You whack your hip and laugh again, this time in pain, bending over to grab at your wound in defeat.Â
âOh my god,â he says, trying not to laugh loudly, his efforts turning his own laugh into a giggle like yours as he bends down to see you, âare you okay?â He laughs so much he can barely ask. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â you squeeze between a laugh, letting him pull you into a standing position.Â
âWhat is it?â he asks, grabbing your hip, which worsens your laughter all over again. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre super handsy, Dr. Reid.âÂ
A sharp clearing of the throat echoes. You tense up, begging Spencer mentally not to give you away, but his hand practically flies back into his chest like youâve burned him.Â
You turn to the office. âHi, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron Hotchner stands at the balcony overlooking the bullpen where you and Spencer stand. âHoney. Just give me two minutes and Iâll come down, okay?âÂ
You give a big smile. âYes, sir.âÂ
His eyes move to Spencer. You watch Aaron decide to leave it alone and canât help laughing for the hundredth time today as your brother turns around to head back into his office.
âHeâs ridiculous.âÂ
âHeâs gonna fire me,â Spencer says, though he doesnât sound serious.Â
âAnd then you can come work with me.âÂ
Spencer doesnât want to work at your new job, that much is clear from his expression, but he has enough social wits to realise youâre flirting. âThat wouldnât be the worst thing in the world,â he says.
Spencer leans back against his desk, hair curled just under his ears, his hand reaching for you though he doesnât touch. You sit down in his seat, the backs of your thighs sticking to warm leather. You arenât working today, hence your social visit, and Spencer had distracted you on the way to Aaronâs office (through no fault of his own, youâd just wanted to see him again) with a shy wave. Like you hadnât spent yesterday night together walking through fountains.Â
You didnât mean to fall in. Spencer helped you up onto the round basin of the fountain and youâd held hands, walking in circles so heâd have an excuse to keep rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Seconds turned to minutes, the conversation unhurried, and one wrong move had you slipping. You fell calf deep into cold water, but his laughter had been worth it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asks.Â
You cross one leg over the other, your jean leg riding up your shin. âIâm thinking about what Aaronâs gonna buy me for lunch.âÂ
âWhat do you want?â
âI have no idea. Itâs so hot out I barely wanna eat.âÂ
âWell, too bad, you have to.â He picks up a file from his outgoings and fans it at you nicely. When he talks again, his voice is lowered. âI was thinking, if youâre not busy, they have a movie playing in a couple of days at the independent, I think itâs in Portuguese, and I really think youâd like it.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask, lavishing in the cold kiss of his manufactured breeze and the idea of another date.Â
âAbout a little girl that turns into a star. They have popcorn bigger than anywhere else Iâve seen, too. Enough for three people in one bucket.âÂ
You try not to act too shy. âWell, hopefully itâs just me and you.âÂ
Spencer smiles at you between waves of his fan. âIs your hip okay?â he asks.Â
âSpencer.âÂ
âAre you ready?â Aaron asks.Â
You spin in Spencerâs chair toward your brother, shocked heâs there. Heâs been funny since you and Spencer met, never controlling or cruel, yet clearly having a tough time coming to grips with the connection youâve formed with his smartest employee.Â
When you told him Spencer had given you his number, his eye twitched ever so slightly, and he excused himself for a glass of water. Youâre not sure what is about the situation that irks him: he loves you, he loves Spencer in his way, heâd do anything for both of you, except acknowledge your burgeoning relationship.Â
You nod but donât stand. Your hip aches weirdly and the sitting is nice. Plus, itâs a sisterly duty to wind up her brother, even if you love him more than anybody on planet earth.Â
âSpencer was just telling me about your accident in Scottsdale.âÂ
âHe was,â Hotch says. He looks at you, and his eyes follow down the line of your leg to your shoes, where they stay.Â
You glance down.Â
âIâm trying something new,â you say, sitting up quickly. Scottsdale doesnât seem so funny.Â
âI can see that.âÂ
Youâre wearing Spencerâs socks, odd ones sticking up past his borrowed converse. âItâs summer,â you say, standing up.Â
âMm.â He gestures for you to stand in front of him, his hand on your shoulder kind but firm as he steers you away. âAnd the odd socks, thatâs a conscious choice?âÂ
âDonât be mean.âÂ
âIâm not.âÂ
You glance back at Spencer and grin at him as youâre shepherded away. Hopefully heâll call you later, but for now he looks like heâd like to dig himself a shallow grave.
âWe went for a walk last night and I ruined my shoes,â you explain, turning your gaze to Aaron and his reluctant smile. âThey were still wet this morning.âÂ
âWhat about those loafers I got you for your birthday?â he asks.Â
âWell, I didnât have them with me.âÂ
Aaron nods. Thereâs a certain impassiveness to his expression that youâre familiar with, even if it signifies disappointment. That youâre not so used to.Â
âI thought you liked Spencer?â you ask.Â
âI do. But I love you, and heâsâŠâÂ
âHeâs what?âÂ
âAt risk.âÂ
âYouâll just have to keep him safe for me,â you say, smiling at him breezily.Â
Aaron seems to agree silently. Youâre almost to the elevators when he says, âPlease, wear your own socks. I know you know how to do your laundry, Iâm the one who taught you how to do it.âÂ
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