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Gang I'm getting the program together to make video game and if I quit this in like a week hold me accountable I really want to do this
#I like really want to make this game#it's in roblox tho#had to convince my dad to let me get it#moots if you want I can dm you the basic ideas#(please ask me about it đĽş)#also suggestions are welcome for it#I'll mainly just be fucking around with it today#maybe look at some videos to tell me what stuff does#damn this is a Lot of tags#sry guys#the jester speaks
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also uh im kind of not thinking about it much because its insane. but if everything goes right (and i mean a considerable amount of things that probably wont go as planned) but if they DO... i will have a major surgery in like two weeks
#vertical sleeve gastrectomy to be exact insert nerd emoji here#i might document a lot of whats going on with it and even take some videos honestly#not to share here other than some oversharing text posts about probably constipation LMAO#but like no one shares whats it like to be mentally ill and go thru vsg and like the process and not many people as young as me get it#feels weird calling myself young on the chronically 13 year old website#but anyone that does post about it posts for like a year and then falls off the face of the earth#genuinely there are so many youtubers that start talking about this stuff#then you find their channel three years deserted and its like man.#i sure hope this means you found better ways to spend your time#and like okay time to get sappy and corny as hell in the notes so go ahead and skip this part idk who even reads my notes hello#but basically everyones that gets this shit is like you gotta find your why#and most of them have kids or like a husband or plans to travel the world or do better at their job#and none of those things really apply to me#i kind of have the perfect storm for being fat#i dont do anything work wise that encourages any kind of movement#im chronically afraid of planes and i cant afford that shit anyways rn#also not very good at romance LOL and never want kids and my entire family is also fat barring my brother#thats not to absolve myself of any of the blame for this shit either like i know i put myself in this situation#i just think like wow my life is pretty much perfect for staying fat but i DONT WANT THAT#I want the highlight of my week to be more than eating takeout man#i want to live life instead of meal to meal to something better#idk what yet maybe jewelery piece to jewelery piece#i could do some serious kandi making while im down for the count#but i dunno man my therapist tells me that in order to feel like a person and not get tired of life i have to do people things and#participate in life yknow?#and its hard to do things like go to the gym talk to people explore fashion styles when i have this overloomingness of being fat#so i guess that could be my why? like i want to experience more of life#i want to be able to walk in a mall and look at all the stores. i want to walk in a mall period. cause it fucking hurts the way i am now#thats all to say the actual âwhyâ that i have is Goddamn it i want to be able to jump from a swing#and not break my fucking ankles
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Some more dick-related brain rotâŚđ
We take the self serve dick bar and use monsters for the monster hotel. We are going to have that full âcontinental breakfast.â So we have a forest entity cumming maple syrup, a Minotaur cumming milk/creme, a yeti who cums slushies, a slime who cums various jams depending on whatever fruit we feed it, and any more monsters who we can utilize âşď¸
When you were talking about your rats, it made me think of some rat-hybrid monster where reader can steer him via. his dick, like a reverse Ratatouille scenario đ
Having a robot/android partner, I could use his dick as a literal joy stick when playing video games. Also, if I have to charge robot/android, do you think his dick acts like a giant extension cord I could just plug into the outlet in the wall? Also does that mean he technically âeatsâ with his dick? I assume when traveling with him internationally, I gotta get a lot of compatible adapters so he can get plugged in successfullyđšď¸
A Hydra monster would be kinda funny to have sex with, cause maybe if you cut its âheadâ down south, two more will grow back đ¤
I think thatâs all for now. Tell your man that he is very much appreciated, and itâs nice heâs in this club of debauchery đ
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This amount of thirst and depravity is exactly what the monster guests would come up with just to have Reader employee touch them. đ Content: gender neutral reader, rancid NSFW!!! (more white sauce I��m afraid), monster smut
The latest fad your centaur manager has been into is food cooked with bodily fluids. This has had several implications, all of them regrettably involving you.
While the idea has been gripping at his mind like a great plague, he can't possibly ask you to just...let go over his breakfast toast. He can already see how exhausted you return after being used by the starved guests. They stuff you just enough for you to wonder if you'll survive it, then make sure to clean up their mess, politely aiding your speedy recovery, almost as if they weren't the cause of destruction to begin with. The manager has heard it one too many times that your nether regions are numb from all the monstrous tongues and appendages.
Maybe a change of scenery will help.
"Kitchen staff? I thought I'm supposed to clean the rooms", you inquire, somewhat confused by the sudden proposal.
"It's not quite...kitchen duties, per se. We need someone to help with the hotel's breakfast. We have a new experimental menu, though not enough...hands."
You should've expected it. How bad could it possibly be, you told yourself, pouring some orange juice for the seated guests? You had your first suspicions from the big, flashy sign now propped outside the room: service provided by our esteemed and loved human employee. You didn't need to ponder much on its meaning. Once inside, your task became painfully clear. You were to milk the guests for the required ingredients.
Having their way with you is a treat in itself, but seeing you struggle with your small, human hands, trying to figure them out? Priceless. Well, for them, anyways. Despite your protests, you have left your morning shifts with a ridiculous number of tips. Maybe it's the way you look up through your lashes as you explain: "Of course I know your weak spot. You're one of my- our regulars." Or maybe it's the way you tease your favorites, wondering out loud, with a grin, if you should have some of the generous release for your own lunch later.
Your hard work has not gone unnoticed. The centaur head manager recently made the sheepish suggestion of having you at the receiving end of this new service, trying his best to sound convincing, and hiding the fact itâs been his most ardent wish for the past couple of weeks. Maybe he will get his breakfast topping, after all.
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Academic History YouTuber Premodernist released video recently on "State Flag" discourse, and flag discourse more wildly, that I thought was pretty good! I agreed with 50% of it. For those who don't know, there is a longstanding movement in the vexillology community to push for more simplified flag designs, and they hate the state flags of the US as their antithesis; a movement that catapulted into the internet mainstream when YouTuber CGPGrey released a video riffing on that debate and grading all the state flag designs.
That video is great by the way (it's hilarious, CGP Grey is just very talented as a performer), and the biggest thing Premodernist is wrong about is that the state flags do suck. But what he gets right is that the so-called "principles" briefly referred to in the video are themselves pretty weak; some are fine but others do not hold up to much scrutiny. The state flags largely suck for the boring reason that they just suck; they are shitty designs and often repeat each other in a domain where "standing out" is the point. Like what the fuck Montana:
This is something a 5th grader whips up in PowerPoint for a class presentation. Helvetica Bold?? "Mandated by law in 1985" yeah I didn't need Wikipedia tell me this decision dates to the 80's.
But that is boring and subjective, right? You can't just say they suck. So you had to make a theory about it - and I won't go into too much detail but it generally boils down to:
Make it simple, "something a child could draw"
Make it "distinct at a distance", since it is a flag you are supposed to see it at a distance
Three colors or fewer
No words on flags
Which I think you can get the philosophy for. These principles, which CGP Grey outlines, actually come from the work of Ted Kaye, who is a big figure in the aforementioned flag reform movement and the focus of most of the video. As part of the original CGP Grey video I just rolled with that, but I did remember him showing Utah's newly designed flag at the end which embodied these principles, and uh:
This is kind of mid? Like it doesn't suck, but it looks like a corporate redesign of a hockey team logo or something. A bit of a red flag (hah) if your front-and-center case is weak.
Anyway this is what Premodernist digs into in the video. The stuff I agreed with the most are the parts where he just ???? at some of these rules. "No finicky bits", a "child must draw it", "distinct at a distance"? None of these actually track for say this one:
A child drawing the US flag does not draw 50 stars and 13 stripes unless they are a budding librarian; you absolutely cannot tell if this flag has 50 stars on it from a distance, and that level of detail is clearly some kind of finicky. Of course your response is "okay sure but still, I can tell what the flag is from a distance, I can't count the 50 stars but I get the gist". But that is true for almost all flags!
It's a fern and a peace pipe and a brown thing and the word "Oklahoma" below it, you absolutely, 100%, will be able to tell what this flag is at a distance. You don't need to count the leaves to get the general shape, and when you think about it, it is actually kind of silly anyone would claim otherwise. There just isn't any need to appreciate the tiny details on a flag to understand whose flag it is. (the only valid critique here is that everything should be bigger - too much dead space)
Not to mention the "see from a distance" thing even being a metric. That isn't how you encounter flags most often today? Maybe in the 19th century on a battlefield that was (and even then you had battle standards), but it isn't now. You see it in textbooks, on your computer screen, as an icon for a football game team, right next to you in a government office. Why privilege distance? You just made that up as a value. 99% of "flag consumption" is not seeing it at a distance.
The "only use ~3 colors thing" is the funniest, you can just argue this with...no? No you don't. You don't. What? No. You can...you can just use more colors? Here is an example from the "manual" Ted Kaye wrote on the subject:
And the 5 bands on the chinese flag are fine! They are not "hard to look at" or whatever. Also, I am screenshotting a tiny corner of a youtube video, this image is like 240p, and I can tell its a dragon - and that isn't even the color point it is trying to make, dude just deviates off into another critique. Meanwhile the Amsterdam flag looks like a traffic warning sign. Chinese flag needs to not have the white stripe connect into the white seal background, that is an error, but otherwise I prefer it.
It is annoying how many of the state flags are a blue banners with a round seal in the middle. That does make them hard to distinguish from each other. But that isn't a problem with seal-on-blue, that is just a collective action problem! Flag-reform-favourite the tricolor can run into this too - here are the flags of the Netherlands and Luxembourg:
Like one of your needs to go home and change, that is ridiculous. Though if you had a complex seal in the middle that might avoid this problem! Funny that.
Even the "no words on a flag" argument, which I am more sympathetic to, doesn't hold up too well because too often you find yourself going "unless it is good" which just isn't a rule. The Iranian flag is the stand-out he mentions:
The middle crest is a stylized rendition of the name Allah, and the cursive lining on the tricolor bands are text as well - God Is Great, 22 times, marking the anniversary date of the Islamic Revolution. Stylistically beautiful, also words on a flag. The state flags just didn't try to do anything artistic.
I think the best point Premodernism mentions is a sort of stylistic unity Kaye & Co are pursuing above all else - everything sacrificed for corporate minimalism. Kaye's book will say it respects history and symbols should be meaningful, but then hates any symbols that require complexity. He singles out Turkmenistan as an ugly flag for example:
And as I said I only 50% disagree sometimes, I do think there is a complexity limit, and this flag goes over it, that is too detailed. Though the main reason this flag is bad is the weird choice to not put the banner at the edge, and have the crescent just...float off center? If it was this:
Two seconds in paint, already better, you can play with it. But anyway, you can say the symbols are too complex, but if you also say you care about historical meaning? Turkmenistan is a nation of traditional semi-nomadic tribes, who populated the Silk Road and made textiles as their ultimate expression of art. These carpet guls are traditional symbols used in those carpets that represent the five major tribes that compose the country. You can't just invent new symbols that have equal meaning to these, right? Like you can try if you want, sure, new symbols become meaningful all the time. But a rule that says "all art from before 1950 is tossed in the dumpster because it wouldn't pass muster as a Pepsi logo" is a weird rule to adopt if you say you value historical meaning. Turkmenistan does not have to look like France, and it is weird to want every national symbol to be aesthetically coherent to each other. Let 100 flags bloom! It is certainly "distinct at a distance" lol.
Anyway that is enough summarizing of a YouTube video - as I mentioned, he actually likes the state flags, I don't, I do think you have to balance a lot of this with just "general design principles". Never have your name on a flag in Helvetica Bold, amazing I had to write that one down for you. But a lot of these flag-specific rules derived from Kaye's work I often see bandied about are silly, and I was glad to see someone point that out.
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Season 1 Episode 2 : A busy Sunday
(Tiffany X Yoona X Eunha X Minju X Male Reader)
You check your phone as you walk out of your room. After waking up, your throat is feeling kinda dry, so youâre on your way to the kitchen. It seems like Tiffany sent you a message an hour ago. You smile when you read what it says. She wants to make another video. She uploaded the other two yesterday.Â
âI got some positive feedback, so why not go for another round?â
âIâm down, but I was gonna head to the gym later.â
You remember that you also have to work on your homework with Minju and Eunha separately today. Your Sunday is already packed.
You sigh as you walk down the stairs. Maybe you shouldnât have slept this long.
âNo problem. Meet me there.â
Raising an eyebrow at Tiffanyâs message, you reach the end of the stairs. What is she up to? Does she expect you to sleep with her at the gym? You have to admit, youâve never really had sex in public. But maybe, if no one is thereâŚ
You get yourself a much needed glass of water, before leaning against the fridge in the kitchen. While you drink, you quickly respond to Tiffany.
âWould you mind putting some clothes on?â
Your mom is now coming down the stairs. She told you last night that she has an important meeting at another company on Tuesday, which means she will be out of the house until then.Â
âI just woke up.â
You see that Eunha sent you a message too. Probably about the homework she has to do.
âThat doesnât mean you can just walk around in your underwear.â
Lifting your head, you earn a disapproving look from your mom.
âEspecially when my assistant is here.â
Your heartbeat stops for a second, before you turn towards the living room. There she is. Chou Tzuyu gives you a slim, but visibly amused smile. Now youâre very aware of the fact that you really are almost completely naked. But you try to play it off. In your eyes, youâve worked out more than enough recently, to feel comfortable in your own skin.
âGood morning, Miss Chou.â
âGood morning, Mr. Seo.â
You smile at her, hoping you donât look awkward.
âHow are you doing?â
âIâm good. Thank you.â
Now she looks around you, focusing on your mom.
âMs. Seo? We need to leave now, if we want to catch the plane.â
âRight, Right. Give me one more minute, Tzuyu. Why donât you start the car? I will be there in a moment.â
Chou Tzuyu slightly bows in your direction, before heading towards the door.
âBehave yourself.â
You turn around, your mom now grabbing a cup of coffee Tzuyu probably bought her on her way.
âMom, you donât have to tell me that, everytime youâre gone for a couple of days.â
âOh, really? Do you want to go over this again?â
You roll your eyes.
âGood. Now, Jisoo will be staying with you two, while Iâm gone. And I will ask her what youâve been up to, once Iâm back, got it?â
âYes, mom.â
You finish the water and place the glass on the counter.
âShe will be here in two hours. So please stay here with Seri until then.â
âI will.â
âGood.â
Your mother grabs her purse and walks past you.
âGive me a kiss.â
She smiles at you, before presenting you her cheek.
âMom. Iâm not a child.â
A glare from her makes you shut up and place a kiss on her cheek.
âHave a safe flight.â
You mumble, before you watch her heading out.
âIâm struggling with homework. Could you maybe come over and we can do it together?â
You read Eunhaâs message as you walk back upstairs. You already planned on doing homework with Minju today and now you are determined to not miss out on going to the gym. So you first think about saying no. But maybe the three of you could work together?
âI have a lot of stuff to do today. But I was going to do the homework with Minju anyway. Iâm gonna ask her if itâs okay if you join us.â
âThanks, oppa. I appreciate it.â
You send Minju a message, before taking a shower and getting dressed.
âOppa, Iâm hungry.â
âI know. You already told me that.â
You reach for a drawer and take out Seriâs favorite snack. Cookies.Â
âBut only two. Jisoo will be here later and she will make you lunch.â
You hand Seri the cookies. You watch her as she starts to munch on them. They arenât big, at least for you, but Seri is holding one with both hands.
âYouâre cute.â
You pat her head, before opening the fridge.
âThanks, oppa. I get that a lot.â
âReally?â
You barely suppress a laugh as you fix her a glass of milk.
âYes. Mom says it everyday.â
âShe is not wrong.â
You slide the glass over the table.
âBut she never says it to you.â
âYeah, because I'm not as small as you, shorty.â
After taking your momâs leftovers from last night out of the fridge, you put them in the microwave.
âI think youâre cute, oppa.â
âWell, thank you, Seri.â
You lean against the fridge as you watch her take on the second cookie. She threw a fit, when your mom bought a different kind than usual a week ago. But it seems like Seri has forgotten all about that already. Actually, she even declared that these are now her favorite.Â
The sound of the front door opening makes you look up from your phone. Minju just texted you that she is fine with Eunha being there too. But since her sister has a friend over, the three of you canât work at her house. After informing Eunha, she happily invited the two of you to come over to her place.
âOh god, yes! Make them watch!â
Tiffany cries out as you keep up the pace. She is bent over the big, silver stability ball. Only her hands and feet are touching the ground.
After youâre little roleplay a couple of minutes ago, you are now fucking her from behind, while filming her with one of her cameras. Tiffany made you pretend to walk in on her pilates class and then accused you of staring at her inappropriately. After some back and forth, she then acted surprised by your visibly hard cock in your shorts, completely forgetting about the imaginary people who are attending her class. She said something about adding some chatter and gasps here and there during editing, to really make it seem like there are more people in the room.
But right now, itâs only the two of you.The second camera is placed between you and Tiffany and the other people, filming her from the front, while you capture the view of her ass from behind. She is still wearing her white sports bra, but the sweater she tied around her waist is already lying in some corner of the pilates room. Her white leggings are only pulled down to her knees, so her ass and thighs are exposed.
Being stuck in this compromising position means for her, that she canât do anything, but take your pounding like a good pilates instructor.
You hear her nails scratch on the wooden floor as you tighten your grip on her waist. Pushing her forward a little, you make sure that her cleavage is perfectly captured by the other camera. You put the camera you were holding down on the floor to your left, making sure it films the both of you. Now that you have two free hands, you hold her waist with both of them, squeezing her skin, as you fuck her as hard as you can. The sounds of your hips meeting her nice, tight ass echo through the room, accompanied by her moans.Â
âYou like being watched, huh?â
You give her right cheek a slap.
âYes, make me your bitch.â
Tiffany whines as you give her another spank.
You lean over her a little more, pressing her body further into the plastic ball. Tiffany lets out a deep breath as the air gets forced out of her body. Another spank makes Tiffanyâs head drop. Her weak body is getting thrown around by your thrusts, her face now covered by her hair.
âDonât hide.â
You reach down, pulling her head up by her hair. Tiffany groans in pain and pleasure as she feels her scalp burning and your cock sending spikes of ecstasy through her body.
âLet them watch.â
Another hard and deep thrust from you makes Tiffanyâs whole body sink further into the ball. It enables you to reach forward with your other hand as well. Now, one is holding her hair in a fist, while the other is rudely holding onto her chin.
âLet them see what a whore you are for my cock.â
You are speaking through your teeth by now. Tiffanyâs pussy is slowly becoming too much for you to handle. Her wet slick is making it so easy for you to fuck her hard, so now youâre in way too deep.
This wasnât your idea to begin with. This over the top degrading and manhandling her. That was all Tiffany. To use her words:
âUse me like a toy. I want this to look really dirty.â
And now youâre holding her hair and jaw, while fucking her from behind, making her groan and moan into the camera in front of her.
âYes! Fuck me deeper, please!â
Itâs hard for Tiffany to talk with your hand on her chin, but she still manages to do so, earning a couple of particularly deep thrusts from you.
âTell them how much you love it. Beg for it.â
You pull her hair a little harder, making Tiffany yelp in response.
âI need it! I love your cock!â
You take a step closer, so youâre now almost standing above her ass, instead of behind her.
âI canât live without it anymore! Please! Give it to me!â
When she first explained how nasty this was gonna get, you wondered why she would do something like this. But now, her way too exaggerated words even turn you on. They make you treat her even rougher.
âIâm gonna cum so deep inside of you.â
âOh, gosh! Please breed me! I want to show how well I can take your cum!â
You untangle your hand from her hair and place it on her chin as well. Now, youâre holding her jaw with both hands as you fuck her from behind, arching her back like a bow. Her cleavage is on display for the camera once more. But the only thing you care about right now is to finally cum inside of her.Â
Tiffanyâs cries and whines have been reduced to weak moans, because she canât open her mouth properly. You fuck her as hard as you can, feeling how her pussy is squeezing your cock. How her walls are trying to coax you into breeding her.
And finally, you do exactly that. You paint Tiffanyâs pink walls with your sticky cum. A comfortable warmth spreads through her body as it welcomes your seed. You thrust as quickly into her as before, but with much less power. Youâre falling off your high, your thrusts chasing after every tiny bit of pleasure you can get from Tiffanyâs cum filled pussy.
âOh wow.â
Tiffany laughs, back to her old self.
âSeems like you got really into it at the end there. Nice touch with holding my jaw. I liked it.â
You feel a weird sense of pride as Tiffany compliments you.
âThank you.â
You look down as you slowly start to pull out of her. Yejiâs mom doesnât move, even when your cum starts to run down her thighs. Only a weak moan escapes her lips.
âDo you need a hand?â
A proud smile is playing around your lips.
âDonât act all cocky. â
Tiffany is still facing away from you, but she probably heard it in your voice.
âJust give me a moment.â
Once she gets off the ball, you hand her the pack of tissues that she brought in her bag. You watch her clean herself. Even after just fucking her, you canât help but admire her body. You wonder if you will ever get tired of it.Â
âLet me change into something else and then we can go again?â
âAgain?â
You didnât expect her to be this into it. But then again, it is basically how she makes a living. So it does make sense that she wants to shoot as much content as possible in one go.
âWhat? You canât keep up?â
Tiffanyâs teasing smile makes you shake your head.
âI can go for another round right now.â
You step closer again.
âI see.â
With the same smile, Tiffany reaches down and wraps a hand around your cock.
âFucking a younger guy really has itâs benefits.â
You feel her stroking you and you reach down to let a finger glide along her labia.
âDamn.â
She sighs, her voice already shaking a little, her pussy still sensitive from the rough pounding she just took.
âJust let me get changed.â
Tiffany shoots a more seductive smile your way.
âTrust me, youâll love it.â
You already thought that Tiffany looked amazing in the outfit she wore for the first video. But you feel yourself getting fully hard as soon as you see her standing in the door again. The white sports bra doesnât just show off her nicely shaped bust, but also her tight midriff. You have to admit that, despite her age, Tiffany really has an amazing body. Her legs are clad in black leggings, which are mostly hidden by the black and yellow jacket she tied around her waist.
âAlright, young man. You up for round two?â
âYeah.â
You try to sound relaxed, but youâre sure Tiffany heard that your voice was an octave higher than usual.
âNow, this will be the second part of the video we did yesterday. âMy daughterâs classmate is back to work me out againââ
âWell, thatâs a catchy title.â
It does sound a little over the top. But you do have to admit, if you saw that title on some porn site with Tiffany on the thumbnail, youâd click on it without another thought.
âDonât get cheeky with me.â
Tiffany raised an eyebrow at your comment and is now reaching for her water bottle.
âJust because youâre dicking me down doesnât mean you can come up with some snappy replies here and there.â
âWhat do you mean âhere and thereâ? Thatâs just me.â
âReally? And where is the boy, who almost begged me to have sex with him yesterday?â
âI didnât beg for anything. I was just hoping you would see this as an opportunity for you.â
Tiffany chuckles.
âFor me? I have a feeling that you might be getting more out of this than I am.â
Her slightly raised eyebrows and her mocking tone seem to insinuate something.
âYou mean the sex? I could call a girl in my class right now and she would be down for some fun.â
You try to sound relaxed, despite knowing that thatâs not entirely true. She might. But you arenât certain.Â
Despite always being more comfortable with skinship than others, Eunha has become more handsy recently. At least it seems like that to you. Her sitting on your lap in school did happen before, but the fact that she let your hand rest on her thigh⌠Interesting, to say the least.
But all of your thoughts on Eunha are quickly thrown to the side, when Tiffany steps in front of you.
âAlthough I donât believe you, I think we should start with round number two.â
You nod, waiting for her lead. It still feels odd to you that this feels way more like work or a transactional relationship than it should be. But then again, youâre getting to have sex with Tiffany, so who are you to complain?
After she told you what to do, you sit on a bench nearby. Tiffany makes sure the camera is facing you, but not showing your face.
âOkay then.â
She nods at you, which is the signal for you to pretend as if youâre drinking.
As you do so, Tiffany starts the recording. She waits a moment, before walking into the frame.Â
âOh, how are you doing?â
Her sudden cheerful attitude almost surprises you. She is able to switch so quickly. You wonder if Tiffany ever thought about being an actress.
âIâm good, thanks. Iâm surprised to see you here, Ms. Hwang.â
âWhy would you say that? Do you think all of this comes from nothing?â
She gestures down on herself. The camera, focused on her face, captures her satisfied smirk, when you look her up and down.
âNo, I just-â
Tiffany puts a finger on your lips to shut you up.
âListen. The gym is empty. Weâre alone here. And I still remember what you did to me that night.â
âWhat are you trying to say, Ms. Hwang?â
âI want you to properly stretch me out again. Right here.â
She straddles your lap and you can feel her tight ass rubbing against your clothed cock. The second camera films the two of you from the side.
âR-Right here? But what if someone-â
Tiffany shuts you up once more, but with her lips this time. She makes sure to slowly grind herself on your cock, while the two of you deepen the kiss.
âI canât wait to ride you again. I already started to miss your dick inside me.â
She speaks into your mouth, her words making you even harder than before.
You feel her tugging at the waistband of your shorts. Reaching around her, you grab two handfuls of her cheeks. Tiffany quickly pulls your shorts off your cock. Just enough, so she can wrap her hand around it. The other reaches for her bra, squeezing her own tits. You quickly undo the knot that holds up the light jacket around her waist. After throwing it away, you hook your fingers between her waist and her leggings.
âDonât bother. Just rip âem.â
You look up at her with genuine surprise. Youâve never tried this before. But Tiffanyâs lust filled eyes make you act quickly. You grab the black fabric right above her pussy. Itâs already damp. Digging your fingers into the soft material, you pull at it. Tiffany gasps in arousal as she hears how you rip open her pants. You reveal her cleanly shaven pussy, her lips and the skin around it visibly wet. Youâd have loved to give it another taste, but Tiffany has other things in mind. She spits into her hand, before wrapping it around your cock once more. Her wet hand now stroking your cock has you thrust up towards her.
âI canât believe youâre this hard for me.â
Tiffany lifts herself off your lap and aligns your tip with her brown folds.
You watch how your length slowly disappears inside her already familiar pussy. Her eyes close quickly after. Your hands on Tiffanyâs waist start to move her up and down. Her thighs flex on top of your lap as she follows your lead. Her own hands sneak around your neck, which pushes her chest further in your direction.
Tiffanyâs moans become louder as the two of you pick up the pace. You thrust upwards, whenever you pull her down on you. You hit the deepest spots inside of her, which makes her hold onto your neck even harder. Her nails slightly dig into your skin.
âReally make me bounce on it, baby. I need it so bad.â
Her sigh makes you reach around her and grab her cheeks once more. The thin material almost makes it seem like she isnât wearing pants at all. Having more leverage now, you lift Tiffany higher every time, before letting her fall onto your cock.
âGosh, yes!â
Her cry tells you, youâre doing it right. Tiffany feels how you part her walls, how you stretch her out, with every bounce you make her do. Her eyes have been shut tightly this entire time. The pleasure overwhelms her as she completely forgets about the cameras surrounding the two of you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â
Her lewd words are timed with every bounce, with every spike of pleasure you send up her spine. By now, her head is buried in your shoulder. Her hands have fallen down onto your back, her body slowly getting drained of its energy. That energy gets replaced by ecstasy. You can feel it too. How Tiffany keeps tightening around you. How her ripped open pants get wetter. She isnât moving at all anymore. Youâre doing all the work, lifting her up and down.
While you do so, the growing urge to just ruin her entire being becomes unbearable. Making her bounce on your length is nice and all. But you need to be more active. You really need to rail her, like you did before. Tiffany has awakened something in you. Something primal. Something that needs to use her body for its own pleasure.
You stop lifting her up. Tiffany lets out a cute whine of disappointment. If only you knew how close she was to-
You stand up, still buried deep inside of her.
âWhat are you doing?â
Her weak sigh leaves her lips, her mouth right next to your ear.
âI need to fuck you so bad.â
You speak through your teeth as you walk towards the pilates cadillac. Only glancing behind you once, you make sure the two of you are still getting filmed. Once you reach it, you do your best to let Tiffany down gracefully and turn her around. The feeling of her pussy doing this circular motion around your cock almost makes you creampie her right then and there. But you hold it together. Grabbing one of her legs, you lift it over one of the bars. Her ass looks even better from behind now. You make her take a step to the right, making sure the camera captures such a beautiful view.
Except for a moan here and there, Tiffany has kept quiet so far. But now that youâre thrusting into her again, her lips become busy once more.
âFuck yes, harder!â
One of your hands is still holding onto her waist, while the other now reaches around her. You canât help but give her tits some nice squeezes through her top. Tiffanyâs moans become louder as she feels your hand groping her mounds, occasionally pinching her nipples on accident, due to the thin material.Â
âShit, youâre good.â
Your hips smack against her thinly covered ass from behind, while you keep holding onto her waist and tits. But you can feel how Tiffany tightens around you once more. You feel her juices dripping down your cock.Â
âYour young cock feels so fucking good!â
Tiffany becomes louder and her words dirtier. It gets worse the harder and faster you fuck her. You catch a patch of red skin underneath your hand and you feel how she pushes your other hand further down. Your hand wanders over that tight midriff of hers. You still canât believe you are able to touch it right now. So often did you stare at it, when you saw her around the neighborhood or at a school event. You always wondered how sexy she would look, with your cum all over her toned tummy.Â
âRight there, yes.â Tiffany mewls, your hand now reaching the torn part of her leggings.Â
You keep your pace steady, making sure your cock thrusts into her tight snatch as deep as it can go. At the same time, you now let your fingers touch her clit, turning her into a begging mess.
âRub it harder, yes. Give it to me. Use me.â
âFuck.â
You groan, feeling how Tiffanyâs tight pussy slowly pushes you towards your orgasm. But you do your best to hang on. You canât stop now. The feeling of her juices on your cock, how her walls give you these tight squeezes at random intervalsâŚ.It just feels too good to stop.
Your fingers on her clit keep rubbing it, forcing Tiffany to shut her eyes once more, her mouth spewing more and more curse words. But soon, you can feel a new level of tightness. Her walls squeeze you harder, her body seems to have become warmer. Her moans are more frequent. And then, it happens.
âOh! What the fuck?!â
You almost lose it as well. The both of you are surprised. But Tiffany is cuming on your cock. You feel her pussy tightening around you. Her walls massage your cock, her cute moans are higher than her usual ones. Unable to see it, you can only feel how her juices make your cock dripping wet. Some of her liquid spills out of the connection between the two of you, leaving a long trail on her skin, before it disappears underneath her pants
âOh my god.â
Tiffany has calmed down and you think youâre ready to keep going again. It was almost too close for you. But you canât help but smile, knowing you just made her cum.Â
âThat was actually amazing.â
She is still breathing heavily. Youâre not quite sure what did it for her. The position? The fact that youâre filming? The way you fucked her? Or the way you played with her clit? Maybe a mixture of some of them.
When she turns her head to look over her shoulder at you, you see a tired, out of breath Tiffany. But her eyes tell you to do it again. Make her cum around your cock, until she loses control.
You move her again, this time laying her down on the pilates cadillac. The black fabric feels cold against her bare back, but Tiffany is only distracted for a second. A moment later, she feels you entering her once more. You kneel on the bench she is lying on, now holding onto both her thighs.
âThatâs it. Right there.â
She moans, her pussy stretching around your cock easier now. Both, her hole and your dick, are wet with her juices, which ensures a smoother fucking.
âLift my hips.â
Her moan, or rather order, makes you hold onto her waist. You lift her up, but not without a little bit of embarrassment. You would like to think that you are fine with learning more from her, but at the same time, you already want to be the best. You want to turn her into a mumbling mess, without her needing to tell you what feels best for her.
You raise her ass off the fabric, wanting to prove how well you can do. Soon, Tiffanyâs hands land on her white top once more. You watch her groping and massaging her own tits through the thin material.
âThatâs it, baby. You stretch me out so good.â
Your fingers dig further into the skin on her waist. One side is already red from the previous position you put her in. This way, you can drive yourself even deeper inside of her. The angle makes it possible. Gliding along her smooth walls, you suddenly hit a slightly rougher spot. The touch makes Tiffanyâs back arch as she throws her head back.
âFuck, yes! Thatâs the spot! Right there!â
She sounds almost desperate. As if she is afraid you wouldnât be able to hit it again. But your next thrust lands on the same spot. You tip grazes along its small length, sending jolts of pleasure through Tiffanyâs system. As you feel your own orgasm starting to approach, you pick up the pace a little, hoping you donât cum too early.
Soon, the both of you are almost there. You can feel the familiar signs around your cock. Tiffanyâs tight walls, her juices, her lips, which stick to your length whenever you move. And Tiffany can feel your cock throbbing, how you get thrown off your rhythm. Your thrusts become irregular, which surprisingly turns her on even more. The fact that she is about to make you cum again. That you canât fight her pussy.
One last, deep trust is all it takes for the both of you to groan in union. You shoot your cum deep inside Yejiâs mom once more, while Tiffany milks your cock with her tight snatch. Her pink walls squeeze every drop out of your cock, until youâre completely spent.
After the two of you have recovered, you scoot back a little. You watch how your cum leaves her freshly fucked pussy. When you look behind her, you realize that this last part was barely filmed. Tiffanyâs head was definitely in the way. But you donât really care right now. You are still catching your breath, while one last jolt rushes through Tiffanyâs body. You feel proud of yourself, knowing you made her cum. Twice. This feels even better than just fucking her, or getting to cum inside of her. The fact that you were able to make her orgasm and it even got captured on camera, places a dumb smile on your face.
You empty your bottle after your third rep of squats. While sweat drips from your soaked hair, you walk towards the water dispenser in the corner of the large room. Tiffany left barely fifteen minutes ago. After she looked presentable again, you accompanied her outside and waited for her to drive off, before you started your workout. The loud sound of the water hitting the insides of your bottle echoes through the otherwise silent building. Thatâs why youâre more than just surprised, when you hear a door open on your right. Itâs the womenâs locker room. The menâs is on the left. Turning towards the door, you are greeted by a gorgeous and welcoming smile.
âHello, Ms. Im.â
âYouâre Minjuâs friend, right?â
Im Yoona doesnât stop smiling at you as she walks out of the locker room.Â
âYes. We have most of our classes together.â
âOf course I know you. My daughter talks a lot about you. Plus, Iâm your motherâs friend, remember?â
Thatâs true. Ms. Im and your mom are more than just business partners. But lately, you barely do anything but focus on school and working out, so you donât see Ms. Im often.
She leans forward a little, before putting her hand next to her mouth as if she doesnât want anyone to read her lips. The gym is completely empty, but she only whispers.
âOne might think she wants to be more than just friends.â
Youâre not sure what to say. Minju is a pretty girl. But just a friend.
âI got you there, didnât I?â
Ms. Im lets out a satisfied laugh, visibly amused by your flustered reaction. While she collects herself again, you finish filling up your bottle.
âYou should come over more often though. Minju mentioned the two of you are doing your homework together today?â
You nod. Since your place is closer to school than Minjuâs, the two of you usually hang out at yours after school.
âIn the afternoon, yes. Ms. Kim told us to write an essay.â
âAh, history. Thatâs why Minju asked you to work together.â
Youâre surprised that Ms. Im knows that thatâs your strong suit.
The two of you walk towards the other side of the gym, where you left your towel.
âAre you going to continue?â
You look up at Ms. Imâs question, after sitting down on the floor.
âUhm, yes I am.â
You use the towel to clean the sweat off your face.
âWell, youâre totally wet. I donât know if sweating this much is healthy.â
âIâm sorry.â
You feel a little embarrassed, remembering that youâre a soaked mess. You probably donât smell so great either right now.
"No, it's fine. I just donât want you to do too much. You look like youâve already been working out a lot recently.â
âThank you, Ms. Im. Iâm just⌠You know, trying to get a little more physical.â
âOh, I can see that.â
You feel an embarrassed flush on your cheeks. Youâre not used to getting compliments. Especially not from a gorgeous woman like Ms. Im. Now that youâve calmed down a little, youâre finally able to take in her outfit. She is wearing tight black yoga pants and a gray sweatshirt. But the sweatshirt is only covering the upper half of her upper body. You marvel at Ms. Imâs toned midriff for just a moment.
âThank you, Ms. Im. You look veryâŚâ
You search for the right words to describe Minjuâs mother. After getting drained by Tiffany twice in a row, your dirty mind is still active. Sexy or fit donât really seem appropriate.
âVery much in shape too. But I usually donât see you often here.â
âThanks, sweetie. I do a lot of my workouts and stretches at home. Privacy and all that, you know?â
When she mentions that she stretches, your dirty mind is working overtime once more. It almost feels like Tiffany has corrupted you. Now, you just want to place your hands on her thighs, run them over her leggings, feel her ass, touch that midriff and-
You stop yourself. She is still Minjuâs mother. This isnât right.
âI get it.â
You smile at her, before taking a gulp of your water.
âBut what are you doing here then, if you donât mind me asking?â
Ms. Im lets out a melodic chuckle at your curiosity.
âWouldnât you like to know?â
With a teasing wink, Ms. Im disappears into the room you and Tiffany defiled earlier. You just hope you cleaned up everything.
You continue on with your workout. You and the two girls decided on 4 pm, which is in two hours. So you still have about an hour before you have to head home. After taking another sip of water, you pick up two dumbbells and continue with your routine. Watching yourself in the mirror, you catch how sweaty you are yet again. Ms. Im probably didnât mean anything by it, but her comment made you a little self conscious now. You finish the first set with ease. The second one is a struggle towards the end. And the third makes your arms burn. Your sweat is dripping off your brows now, you can taste it on your lips. Just when youâre about to start set number four, you see the door to the pilates room open behind you through the mirror.
Ms. Im walks out of the room. You canât help but stare, especially since she opened her sweater while she was gone. She is now showing off her black sports bra, which is matching her pants.
You only realize she is walking towards you when your eyes meet through the mirror. Putting the dumbbells back on the rack, you reach for your towel. Turning around, you wipe your face, just when she comes to a hold right in front of you.
âIâm sorry to interrupt your workout, but would you mind lending me a hand?â
Once more, your dirty mind goes into overdrive. It wouldnât have been a problem anywhere else. But her choice of words, the empty gym⌠You canât help but fantasize just a little.
âOf course, Ms. Im. How can I help you?â
âWell, I play a dance teacher in an upcoming drama.â
Minjuâs mom is a famous actress. She is in a lot of good movies and dramas. So youâre actually excited to hear that she is working on something new.
âAnd so Iâm working on my flexibility and learning a couple of dance moves. But Iâm still having some trouble with specific positions. Since no one else is hereâ
She gestures around the empty gym.
âI had hoped you could spare me a couple of minutes.â
âIâd love to.â
âGreat.â
Ms. Im beams up at you, before taking your hand and leading you inside the pilates room.
âBy the way, do you know whoâs bottle this is? I found it here.â
She points at the blue bottle, which is standing on the dresser to your right.
"Ah, yes. Thatâs Ms. Hwangâs. We worked out together earlier today.â
âReally?â
Ms. Im turns around to look at you. Her expression looks a little weird to you. Her brows are furrowed, her lips pressed together. Does she know that TiffanyâŚYou hope not. You donât want her to think you slept with Yejiâs mom.
âYes, since she is a fitness coach and all that, she gave me some pointers. We ran into each other outside.â
Youâre surprised to see her scoff. She mumbles something under her breath, before she leads you past the mats and the pilates cadillac.
You couldâve sworn you heard her say:
âSons too now? Slut.â
But why would Ms. Im assume you slept with Tiffany, just because you two worked out? Weird. Maybe you heard wrong. Or did she catch her sleeping with someone else and now thinks you slept with her too because of that?
Your thoughts come to a halt, when you see Ms. Im choosing a song on her phone. She presses the plus button on her speaker a couple of times and the room starts to fill with music.
âIâm sorry Ms. Im, but Iâm not really a good dancer.â
âDid you never learn how to dance?â
âJust a little. With myâŚex.â
She definitely caught your pause. Because her face changes a little.
âOh no. The two of you broke up?â
Ms. Imâs voice is full of empathy. She strokes your arm, looking at you with pity.Â
âYeah. Couple weeks back.â
âIâm sorry, dear. I know how much that sucks.â
While it is nice to get comforted, you also feel a little off. You donât need anyone's pity. Youâre not five anymore. You can deal with this on your own.
âItâs alright. We didnât have a big fight or something.â
âIs that the reason why youâre working out so much recently? Trying to get over your breakup?â
âI think Iâm over her already. But thank you for caring.â
Ms. Im looks like she is about to say something, but decides to stay silent.
âIf you show me what you need me to do, I will try my best.â
âThatâs sweet of you, honey.â
You can still see the sympathy in her eyes, but she starts to explain what she needs you to do.
After the fourth song you feel like youâre already an expert. Ms. Im really is a good teacher. You can now move to the rhythm easier, while focusing on actually helping her practice. Your hands are connected, while her other one is resting on your shoulder and yours is placed right on her waist. Youâd usually wear something more formal like a dress and a suit for this kind of dance, but itâs nice nonetheless.
Being aware that your hand is occasionally grazing her naked waist makes you a little nervous. This is Minjuâs mother after all. Your mind keeps going places it shouldnât. If you would just pull her a little closer, so her body is flush against yoursâŚOr lean down a little, admiring her gorgeous eyes⌠Let your hand move further up, so itâs fully placed on her naked skinâŚ
So many inappropriate thoughts are running through your head, that you couldn't hear what she just said.
âI think I got a hang of this. It feels natural now.â
âOh, sure.â
The two of you come to a hold. Ms. Im turns off the music, before walking up to the ballet bar close to the wall where the mirrors are.
âI hope you still have some time to spare? There are one or two positions Iâm still struggling with.â
âNo problem. I have more than enough time.â
You smile at her as you step closer.
âGreat. So, there is a scene in the drama , where I teach a ballet class and I need to show off my flexibilityâŚâ
Ms. Im takes a hold of the bar on her left side and raises her right leg. You watch in awe as it goes higher and higher, until her foot is almost the same height as her chest.
âWow, thatâs pretty impressive.â
âBut I need to get my foot on the same height as my head. So if you wouldnât mind lifting it for me further, I would really appreciate it.â
âSure.â
You hesitate for a second, not exactly sure on where to grab her. But you eventually decide on her thigh and her calf, pushing her leg upwards.You donât stop, until you see her furrow her brows and hiss in pain.
âSorry.â
You mumble, about to lower her leg again.
âNo, itâs fine. Give me a second.â
The two of you donât move for a couple of seconds, until Ms. Im nods.
âOkay, keep going.â
The determination on her face makes you lift her leg further. Youâre almost there, but she shakes her head, obviously in pain again.
âYou almost got it.â
You try to encourage her and Ms. Im gives you the signal to keep going. You feel yourself leaning against her a little as you push her leg up to her limit. Eventually, her foot does reach her ear. You see her other leg shake slightly, but she doesnât say anything. Looking down, you lock eyes with her. When you catch her stealing a glance of your lips, you realize how close the two of you are. You back away a little and lower her leg. Ms. Im sighs in relief.
âThank you. Can we try again?â
You help her out five more times. When she lifts her leg for attempt number six, you watch her foot finally reach her head on its own. Ms. Im lifts her head to look at the ceiling, doing her best to copy the exact stance. You only last a second. You canât help but give her center a quick glance. Since her leg is raised high, you have a perfect view of the outlines of her lips. Barely visible, but they are definitely there.
âAlright.âÂ
You immediately focus back on her face as she slowly puts her leg down again.
âI think this was enough for today. Thank you for helping me.â
âIt was my pleasure, Ms. Im.â
You see her putting on her thinking face, her elbow resting on her other arm, her chin placed in her hand.
âI feel like I should help you out too. And I think I know just the thing.â
Your eyes widen, when hers focus on your shorts.Â
âMs. Im?â
âWell, you say youâre over your ex, but youâre clearly not. So why donât I help you see clearly again, hmm?â
Youâre surprised when she suddenly steps forward and reaches for your crotch. Her hand cups your length through the thin material of your shorts.
âI donât know-â
âItâs okay, honey.â
Ms. Im smiles up at you.Â
âI can see, you still like her. But trust me, itâs not healthy for you to keep thinking about her this way.â
You swallow hard, fully aware that your friendâs mother is gently stroking your cock through your shorts.
âMs. Im, I donât know if this is really appro-â
âCome on, honey.â
She whispers, her hands already pulling down your elastic waistband.
âLet me give you a treat.â
Her eyes focus on your crotch again, when your shorts drop to the floor, your boxers with them.You see her smirk as she wraps a hand around your shaft.
âLooks like Iâm in for a treat too.â
You canât believe this is actually happening. Ms. Im, Minjuâs mother, squats down in front of you, her hand still around your cock. She looks up at you with a caring smile, before slowly opening her mouth and guiding you inside. You hold your breath, feeling hers on your skin. But before she closes her lips around your shaft, she pulls back.
âJust teasing you a little.â
Her mischievous smile makes you bite your lip. Suddenly Ms. Im places her lips on your naked thigh. She gives you a kiss and then sticks out her tongue. You let out a deep breath as you feel her licking up your thigh, towards your crotch. You can see how your sweat leaves your skin and finds itself on her tongue.Â
Still too stunned to do anything, you watch her do the same to your other thigh.
âDelicious.â
She kisses your abdomen, right above your cock.
You canât believe that this is actually happening. This is way different from what you have with Tiffany. For some reason, this feels more intimate. Her smile tells you how much she likes the taste of your sweat as she licks her lips. You never expected Minjuâs mother to act like this.
Her hand is still giving your cock long, slow strokes, while she peppers the skin around it with small kisses. She gives you an occasional lick, which sends goosebumps up your spine every time.You never had anyone do this to you before. But it looks like Ms. Im is thoroughly enjoying it. She gives your inner thighs a long, slow lick on either side. You hear her humming with satisfaction, before she backs away again.
âYour body tastes so good. I could do this for hours.â
Pictures of Ms. Im, cleaning your whole body, flash through your head. You feel yourself getting harder at the thought. This feels dirty to you. Too dirty for Minjuâs mother to do it. Or even consider doing it. But there she is, squatting in front of you, with your dick in her hand.
âYou can relax, honey. I can feel how tense you are.â
Ms. Im gives you another loving smile as she gives your thighs gentle squeezes.
âLet me take care of you. And enjoy yourself.â
She places both hands right next to your cock, her palms pressed flat against your skin. You hold your breath as she leans forward yet again, mouth open to welcome your cock. You feel her warm breath, You see how your cock disappears inside her mouth. And finally, Ms. Im wraps her lips around you.
With her eyes closed, she stays in place, her tongue swirling around your tip. Your dick is getting wetter by the second as she warms it with her mouth. Her tongue keeps dancing along on your skin, until it finds the underside of your shaft. She presses it flat against your cock from beneath. And then Ms. Im starts to move her head. Lips still wrapped around you in a tight seal, she begins to slowly fuck her mouth with your cock. You canât help but thrust forward a little, whenever she moves further towards you. Your hands hang loose on either side of you, your fingers scratching the empty air. Reaching forward, you place your hands on her head. Ms. Im moves a little faster, but you make sure that she is the one who is controlling the pace.
When she moves back far enough to let your cock fall out of her mouth, she looks up at you with a satisfied smile playing around her lips.
âI canât tell what it is. But your cockâŚâ
She doesnât continue. Instead, she gives your tip a kiss, her eyes closed as she seems to be enjoying the taste.
Itâs not like youâre complaining. Actually, itâs kinda hot to hear Ms. Im say how much she loves your taste. But you never had the same reaction with your ex or Tiffany. The thought of Tiffany reminds you of your earlier session with her. Is that it? Does Ms. Im like how Tiffanyâs pussy tastes on your cock? Who could blame her? Tiffany tastes amazing. You can vouch for that.
âI havenât had such a delicious dick in ages.â
Ms. Im continues to swoon over your cock. You still vividly remember how Tiffany orgasmed around your cock. How she drenched you in her juices.Â
âI really canât get enough of it.â
Ms. Im takes you into her mouth once more. Her eyes closed, enjoying the taste. You feel her tongue roaming all over your cock, making sure she is giving attention to even the smallest of places. Right underneath your tip, circling around it. And then moving along your length, letting you feel her tongue almost slip out between her lips. As Ms. Im increases her pace further, you occasionally feel yourself hitting the wall in the back of her mouth. It almost seems like she is teasing you, by only giving you an idea what her throat might feel like. She becomes sloppier as well, the result of sucking you off too quickly. You see a strand of spit escape the corners of her mouth here and there. Your whole cock is glistening with her saliva by now and yet she wonât take you deeper.Â
Which you are actually thankful for. Because you doubt you would last much longer, if Ms. Im would start to deepthroat you now. Tiffanyâs throat game is deadly, and Ms. Im seems skilled enough to make you cum immediately too.
But to your surprise, she moves her head back, until your cock falls out of her mouth. You let out an involuntary sigh of disappointment, when you leave her warmth.
âYouâre doing great, honey.â
Her teasing smile shows that she knows that you wonât be able to take her blowjob much longer. You feel her hands, which have moved to your cock, stroking your length once more.
âTell me. Is there a place you ex wouldnât let you cum, after a blowjob?â
You slowly nod.
Ms. Im hums in understanding as she places your length right over her lips.
âPoor boy.â
Her sympathetic tone and eyes, which are looking up at you, are making you shudder.
âI promise you can do whatever you want. Let me help you to forget her.â
âIâŚâ
You take a deep breath. Youâre reminded of the fact that this is Minjuâs mother. Your friendâs mother. She knew you since you were little. The two of you shouldnât be doing this. But your lips move, before your brain can take control.
âIâd like to cum on your face.â
You hold your breath, afraid you asked for too much. But Ms. Imâs reassuring smile makes you sigh in relief and anticipation.
âI was hoping youâd say that.â
Her lips move against your cock as she speaks.
For a moment, you feel like Ms. Im is very similar to Tiffany. How she acts, how she uses this seductive tone, the way she smiles at you as if she knows exactly what you need, even if you donât know that yourself.
You watch her open her mouth, taking your cock back inside. Your ex honestly canât really compare, you realize. Ms. Im was right. She does help you to forget about her. Her and Tiffany, to be precise. You wonder if itâs because of their age? Their experience? Maybe. It just feels different with the two of them. Better. More natural.
The sound of Ms. Im, fucking her face on your cock yet again, brings you back to reality. This time, her hands arenât placed on your hips, but wrapped around your base. She doesnât use them though. Only her lips and tongue work to make you cum eventually.
Now that youâve realized how similar Ms. Im and Tiffany are, you also catch some differences. Ms. Imâs lips are wrapped around your cock in a tighter manner. Tiffany likes to take more of you in one go. The younger of the two uses her tongue more, while Tiffany likes to use her throat.
But Ms. Im doesnât take all of your cock. Just enough to make you hit the wall. She could probably take all of you, if she wanted, but it really does seem like she is playing with you. Just thinking about how she is toying with you turns you on even more. Her blowjob shows that she isnât just doing it to make you cum. She likes it too, she plays with you, giving you what you need, but not enough of it. Until there is no return.Â
Ms. Im lures you in, making your own orgasm sneak up on you. It builds slowly, then it drops again, but then she picks it back up again. And suddenly, you feel the inevitable urge to cum. Your fingers dig into her scalp a little, your hips bucking forward. Within a matter of seconds, Ms. Im has pushed you to the edge. The edge, which youâre now about to fall from.Â
âI-â
You canât warn her. Canât hold back. The last part of her blowjob defeats you within seconds.Â
But Ms. Im feels how your cock suddenly becomes harder. How it pulsates inside her mouth. How you thrust into her, ready to finally cum.
But she isnât quick enough for the first hit. Or maybe she did it on purpose?
A long streak of your cum hits the back of her mouth. Before you can release more, Ms. Im opens her mouth wide, pulls your cock out and aims it at her face. You try your best to watch as your orgasm overwhelms you. You see how you paint most of her face. Her nose, her left cheek, her lips. Your cum stains her beautiful face. But instead of complaining like your ex wouldâve done, Ms. Im smiles up at you, letting out a satisfied sigh.
âYour cum tastes just as good as your sweat. Warm. And salty.â
She licks her lips and you can only marvel at how beautiful she looks with your cum all over her face.
You never thought about someone being into sweat. Specifically yours. But Ms. Im returns her attention to the rest of your body now. With a cum covered face, she licks along your thighs once more. Her eyes closed as she enjoys the taste.
You feel completely drained. The combination of your prior workout and Ms. Imâs blowjob proves too much for your body. Your legs slightly buckle as her tongue swipes over the skin right above your cock. Trying to recover your strength, you stand in place for a while, watching how she licks more sweat off your body. But when you feel Ms. Imâs tongue dip lower, giving your balls a drawn out lick, you feel your cock slowly hardening again. You wonder if she would give you another blowjob, if you asked her for it. The thought of her sucking your dick again, almost makes you fully hard once more. Just when Ms. Im wraps her lips around one of your balls, you hear chatter outside.
Fuck, someone is coming. By the sounds of it, a group of women. Which usually means theyâre heading right for this room. The room youâre in. The room in which Ms. Im is still sucking the sweat off your balls.
âMs. Im, someone is coming.â
She doesn't respond, her eyes closed, while yours scan the room for something to wipe her face with.Â
âMs. Im, we need to hurry.â
âHm? Right.â
She almost looks like she woke up from a trance. She gives your cock one last long lick, which sends sparks up your spine, before she gets back to her feet. You quickly rush over to get her the small box of tissues, which is standing next to Tiffanyâs forgotten bottle.
âHere.â
You watch her clean her face for a second, before you pull your boxers and shorts back up, which you almost tripped over on your way to get her the small green box.
âOppa!â
Kim Minju waves at you as she sees you crossing the road, on your way to Eunhaâs place. As she walks closer, she notices how your hair is still wet. You probably took a shower before you left the house.
âHey, Minju!â
She canât help, but send a smile your way. Momentarily forgetting that she is kinda angry at you. She asked you to come over to her place, so the two of you can work together. She doesnât need a third wheel. Especially not someone like Eunha. The other girl always does what she wants. She gets away with almost everything with her stupid aegyo and the boys in class always have red faces, whenever Eunha decides to wear one of those ridiculously short skirts.
Itâs not like Minju hates her. Thatâs not it. And she isnât jealous either. Eunha isnât a ten out of ten. And there are worse girls than her in your and Minjuâs class. But she was hoping for a quiet and relaxed Sunday afternoon with you, before Eunhaâs party starts. And Eunha will probably get a little too comfortable with you again. Like touching your shoulder or arm or thigh, or even sitting in your lap again. Minju shakes her head. She should try to stay positive. Afterall, this is mainly Eunhaâs personality. Most of the time, that's just who she is.
The two of you finally meet in front of the driveway. You give Minju a quick hug, before you walk towards the front door. Minju trails after you, taking a glance at the cars parked nearby. She saw Eunha drive the white Mercedes once. That was the only time Minju was ever really jealous of her. Because she doesnât have her drivers license yet. Minju has always been more focused on studying for school. She can always get it later anyways.
âHi, guys!â
You must have rung the doorbell without Minju noticing, because Eunha has opened the door already and is giving you a hug. Minju escapes a scoff, when she sees what Eunha is wearing. Relaxing afternoon, goodbye. Luckily, she is standing too far away, so the both of you didnât hear her.Â
Minju takes another look at Eunhaâs outfit as she walks up to her. She is wearing a skimpy pink top with a white bra underneath, the edges peeking out from under the pink fabric. Her whole midriff is exposed. And her skirt is way too short. Minju can even see a hint of Eunhaâs white panties, because the hem of her skirt is almost at the same height as her center.
The two girls exchange a quick hug, before Eunha invites you and Minju inside.
âYou guys want anything to drink?â
âMaybe some of the stuff you have for the party?â
Your joke earns you an elbow to the ribs by Minju.
âYouâre not drinking now, oppa.â
âThen a coke, if you have some.â
âMake it two. But zero please.â
âSure. Make yourselves comfortable.â
Eunha gestures at the dinner table. If only you had known how often youâd sit at that table in the future.
You and Minju take your places next to each other. While Minju is already taking her stuff out of her bag, you quickly check your phone. While you reply to a message in your class's group chat, you get a notification. A picture sent by Tiffany. You open it. Your eyes grow wide, focused on the picture. But when you hear Minju rustle around next to you, you quickly glance at her. She is busy with herself. Thank god. You tilt your phone a little away from her, hoping she wonât be able to see what youâre looking at.
The picture is a full body shot of Tiffany in a mirror. She is clearly showing off her ass, while she is standing sideways. Itâs clad in tight white lace panties, which show off every curve of her peach. Now, you see the text that was sent with it.Â
âA gift from one of my subscribers. They want you to fuck your friendâs mom again.â
You swallow hard as you feel yourself getting hard once more. How is that even possible? You came three times already today. The words friendâs mom make you realize what you just did in the gym. Minjuâs mother gave you a blowjob. Your friendâs mother. You came on her face even. A cold shudder runs down your spine just thinking about what would happen if Minju finds out.Â
âWould you mind putting your phone away?â
You almost fall off your seat at Minjuâs words.Â
âYeah, sorry.â
You say unnecessarily loud.Â
Eunha has just reached the table, placing two cans of coke zero in front of you and Minju, while also holding a glass of apple juice for herself. She takes her seat on your right and you take your tablet out of your bag. Minju has already started working a little it seems. Her own tablet already shows off a couple of notes.
âAlright then.â
Minju looks at the two of you.
âMs. Kim said that our essay has to be about the Roman gods. So do we just name them and say what they stood for? Maybe add a legend or two?â
You have to admit you havenât really thought about the task, until now. But Ms. Kim often gives the class only vague tasks for homework, because she likes to see how everyone interprets her words. You like it. It gives you freedom. And while she is usually quite strict, especially if you did nothing at all, the bar isnât very high.
âI think everyone would do that though. It canât be that easy.â
âWell, her last topic was the birth of Rome. And now godsâŚâ
Minju gets lost in her train of thought, while you are searching for an answer as well.
âWhat do you think?â
You turn to Eunha.
âWell, didnât she say something about the birth of Rome having two versions? A historical one and a fictional one?â
âTrue. Romulus and Remus. But apart from their father supposedly being Mars, I donât know how the gods tie into this.â
âOh.â
Eunhaâs pen hits the floor underneath the table. It slipped out of her hand. But instead of getting up and crawling under the table, Eunha leans in your direction and downwards. Suddenly, her head is resting in your lap, her cheek pressed flat against your thigh. You hold your breath as she blindly searches with her fingers for the pen. Once she gets it, Eunha gets back up.While she does so, she places her hand on your thigh as well. Her pinky dangerously close to your crotch.
âSorry, my bad.â
She gives you a cute smile. If you wouldâve turned around, you would have seen Minju, rolling her eyes.
Now you need a moment to collect yourself, before youâre finally able to come up with an idea.
âMaybe itâs not just about Roman gods. I mean, there are similarities between Greek, Roman and Egyptian gods. Ms. Kim couldâve thought about that.â
âBut then, she wouldâve said that.â
 You nod at Minjuâs comment, but Eunha shakes her head.
âI think youâre right. It makes sense. Since the Romans did kinda copy the Greek gods, right?â
âThey did. You think thatâs what she was talking about?â
âYouâre the best at history.â
Eunha pats your thigh, giving you a cute smile.
âI trust you.â
âFine. Letâs go with that then. Minju?â
You turn towards her, trying to ignore Eunhaâs hand, which is still lying on your thigh.
âSure. Where do you want to start?â
The three of you get to work. While Eunha makes a list of the most important gods, you and Minju search for their Greek and Egyptian equivalents. Minju is very aware of what is going on in the shadows though. Eunhaâs hand, which sometimes lingers on your thigh too long. Her naked leg touching yours, when she scoots a little closer. And especially how Eunha occasionally fixes her top, while you talk to her. Itâs not jealousy that is fueling Minjuâs growing anger. Itâs the fact that Eunha even dares to do all of it right in front of her. And that you donât even seem to notice. Minju expected you to tell Eunha to stop. Or at least acknowledge it in some way. But to her, it looks like youâre completely oblivious.
Which is definitely not true. Because from the moment Eunha placed her head on your thigh, you keep trying to focus on your homework. Eunha is cute. And hot. There is no doubt about it. And if Minju wasnât here, maybe youâd fool around with her a little. But Minju is here. And you donât want to make her feel uncomfortable.
âThe next one is Venus. I forgot what she stands for?â
Minju rolls her eyes once more. But instead of saying anything, she takes a big sip of her coke, trying to drown her anger.
âItâs the goddess of love and sex.â
âKinky.â
Eunha wiggles her eyebrows at you. You clear your throat, trying to prevent any escalation.
âYeah. Her Greek equivalent is Aphrodite and her Egyptian one is Hathor.â
âThatâs the goddess with the cow head, right?â
âYes.â
Minju writes it down after getting your confirmation.
âWhat do you think the sex goddess looks like?â
Eunhaâs question makes you silently dig your fingers into your own thigh. She couldnât be more obvious. And if Minju didnât notice yet, she now must know for sure.
âIâm not sure. I mean, she isnât real, right?â
âWell, if she would be. What do you think sheâd look like?â
Minju hesitates for a moment. She can sense how youâre trying to avoid the question. But she's had enough of this. She canât let Eunha toy with you the whole afternoon and she canât stand the fact you only seem to notice now whatâs actually going on.
âThere are a lot of different statues of all three of them. You can just check them out and-â
âOh come on, oppa. Tell us. What do you think she would look like?â
Minju places her hand on your shoulder. Her question makes your heart drop. You swear you heard a slight hint of anger in her voice. And while the two of you annoy each other from time to time, youâre still great friends. You donât want to hurt her. You think about it for a while, trying to come up with an answer, which would get you out of this once and for all.
âLike my ideal woman. My type.â
âYes, but what is that?â
You focus on your can of coke, which means you miss the anger filled eye contact the two girls share. Minju is annoyed by Eunha and by you. And Eunha canât believe Minju is now trying to compete with her for your attention. This was her idea after all. Itâs not like she always had a crush on you. But Eunha did notice how you grew up over the last couple years. You work out more and take care of yourself better. But when she sat in your lap a couple of days ago, she could feel that you were more than happy to have her sit on you. Eunha couldnât help but slightly grind on it for a second, hoping you wouldnât notice. She got curious how big you actually are. Thatâs why she planned on seducing you today. Minju coming along completely ruined this day for her.
âI donât know. A beautiful face? A fit body?â
âThatâs all?â
Eunha places her hand on your thigh once more.
âThere must be some other features on a girlâs body you find attractive, right?â
âCome on, oppa.â
Minju makes you focus back on her.
âTell us. We donât bite.â
Minjuâs smile does seem genuine, but you are not one to take these kinds of risks.Â
âSorry ladies, need to head to the bathroom real quick.â
You quickly get off your chair.
âDown the hall, on your left.â
âThanks, Eunha.â
You leave the two girls alone. Once you reach the bathroom, you sigh in relief. That was close.Â
âWhat the hell, Minju?â
âWhat?â
Minju plays innocent.Â
âOh, please. Keep it in your pants.â
âExcuse me? You are the one who is barely wearing anything to begin with.â
âThis is my house. I can wear whatever I want.â
Eunha gets off her chair to put away her empty glass.
âWhy are you suddenly trying to get in my way anyway? The two of you have been just friends for years. You suddenly got the hots for him, or what?â
âEww, no.â
Minju makes a disgusted face, but even she canât fool herself anymore. The stupid, dumb, childish boy she once knew is already mostly gone.
âBut I donât want my friend to start seeing a slut like you.â
âWhat did you just call me?â
Even when she is angry, her hands at her waist, her brows furrowed, Eunha is still hella cute.
âHave you even looked at yourself?â
Minju, who is still sitting, gestures at Eunha, who is standing in front of the table.
âI can see your panties from here.â
âThatâs the point. Do you think he saw them too?â
Eunha wiggles her eyebrows and gives Minju a satisfied smile.
âTrust me, Minju. I donât wanna be rude or anything, but you donât have much going for you, that you could show off anyway.â
Minjus scoffs in disbelief, rolling her eyes.
âWho says I want to show off anything to begin with? And I do have enough to show off.â
Eunha shakes her head.Â
âYou donât have big tits. Or ass. Not even thighs.â
She lifts her leg, placing her foot on a chair.
âLook at mine. Do you know how many guys stare at my thighs at school?â
Eunha places her foot back on the ground with a victorious smile playing around her lips.
âAll of them.â
âOh, really? If I wanted to, I could make every guy fall for me. But Iâm just not a slut like you are.â
âProve it then.â
Eunha crosses her arms in front of her chest.
The two of them stare at each other for a while, without saying a word. Eunha doesnât want to back down. She knows that she has bigger thighs and a great butt. On the other hand, Minju isnât sure what she should do next. But when she hears the bathroom door open, she acts quickly.
Eunha raises an eyebrow as Minju reaches for the zipper on her top. She starts to pull it down. The two girls keep eye contact, right until you walk back into the dining room.
âThere you are.â
Eunha reacts first, giving you a cute smile, while Minju lets go of her zipper. She quickly glances down, to see how far she pulled it down. She sighs in relief. Not too far, but enough for you to notice the top of her black bra. Now Minju regrets not putting on the one with the lace on it, when she was deciding on what to wear earlier.
âHow do you guys feel about snacks? Iâm starving.â
âSure, thanks Eunha.â
You reciprocate her smile, before sitting down.
Minju pulls her collar a little to the sides, making sure you have a better view of her cleavage. But her jaw almost drops, when she sees what Eunha is now doing.
The older girl reaches up to grab a box of sweets, which were placed inside one of the higher drawers. But she is way too small, so she has to get on her tiptoes. Your eyes are focused on her as well now. Because as Eunha stretches upwards to get the colorful box, her skirt raises as well. You get a very good view of her thighs, then a hint of her white panties. And eventually, Eunha basically shows off her whole ass. If you werenât hard before, then you are definitely hard now.
Minjuâs body heats up in anger. No way that wasnât intentional.
âOppa.â
You quickly turn around to look at Minju. She didnât catch you staring, did she? As you look at her face, you notice how her top is now more open than before.Â
âSo for the second partâŚâ
She is focused on her tablet while she speaks, but you canât focus properly. Youâre busy with giving her cleavage a glance, and another one, and another one, and-
You shake your head. What is the problem with you today? How is it possible youâre still this horny after going two rounds with Tiffany and receiving a blowjob from Ms. Im?
âHere you go.â
Eunha places the box of sweets in front of you as she sits back down. But instead of sitting normal, she puts one leg up, her foot resting on the chair. She reaches for a chocolate bar and starts to eat it with her chin on her knee.Â
Youâre almost too scared to look down. At this point it feels like the two of them are doing this on purpose. But that sounds ridiculous. Minju has been your friend for years. Why would she suddenly try to make a move on you? And Eunha? Well, she is always a little handsy, but today itâs a little much. Or is this your dirty mind speaking again? Are you trying to make more out of this than it actually is?
You pick a chocolate bar as well and start to eat it to calm your nerves, as the three of you get back to it. But your situation doesnât improve much. Now Minju is the one who places her hand on your arm more often than you can count. She touched your hand as well, while she was reaching for the small box. And at the same time, she leaned over, giving you a proper look down her top. Youâve never seen this much of her. And only now do you realize how pretty Minju really is. Not just her chest, but her face as well. Her big eyes seem to constantly look at you with affection, her brows furrow, whenever she concentrates on the task at hand. And her lips look better than you remember.
Meanwhile, Eunha has unbuttoned two more buttons on her top, saying itâs way too warm for her. She is basically giving you a full view of her clothed pussy and her thighs look better than ever.Â
But Eunha notices how your attention slowly drifts more and more towards Minju. And you canât deny it either. While Eunha is beautiful and all, itâs Minju with whom you share a deeper connection with. Your eyes keep wandering between her tablet and her chest, while the two of you start to finish the assignment. Eunha gets annoyed by your lack of attention. After all, this is her house. And she is the one who planned on having fun with you. Not Minju. You and her are turned towards her tablet, your backs almost facing Eunha by now. To be fair, Eunha isnât really working anyways.
âFine then.â
She thinks to herself, ready to finish this once and for all.
Eunha lifts herself off her own chair and gets closer to you. In one swift motion, she lands on your lap, pretending nothing is happening, while looking at Minjuâs tablet as well.
âEunhaâŚâ
You try to protest, but you know itâs already too late. She must feel how hard you are. How your clothed cock is slightly rubbing against her panties as she gets comfortable on top of you. And Minju is starting to scream on the inside. How can Eunha be this daring? This slutty? Right in front of her? And why arenât you stopping her?
Minju tries to suppress her emotions to the best of her abilities. You arenât her boyfriend. So technically, itâs not her place to say anything. But stillâŚ. She canât just sit here and watch.
As subtle as possible, Eunha takes your left hand and places it on her naked thigh. She smells like vanilla, her scent almost making you forget about Minju. But when she lets your fingertips slip in between her thighs, you quickly look at your friend. Minju has slightly turned away, so you canât read her face. Unbeknownst to you, she is pretending to get a text from Yeji, just to get her out of here.
âSorry, guys. Yeji just sent me a message. She needs my help, so I better get going now.â
Your hand escapes Eunhaâs dangerous trap to hold Minjuâs shoulder.
âYouâre leaving already? Weâre almost done.â
âI think itâs an emergency.â
âOkay, Minju. It was fun to work with you today.â
Minju can tell Eunhaâs smile is fake from a mile away.
Once the front door closes behind her, Minju hangs her head. What is she doing? Why is she getting so worked up about this? She clears her throat and zips up her top again. Minju shakes her head, her cheeks still slightly red from her anger. No. You can do whatever you want. You arenât her boyfriend. And she doesnât like you like that anyway. Itâs more like Minju is almost envious of Eunha. She doesnât want to walk around with a skirt that shows off her panties. No, thatâs not it. But Minju wants to have the same confidence as Eunha. Sheâs always been a little more introverted and she definitely missed out on stuff because of that. But it always seems like Eunha is always just doing what she wants. Thatâs what Minju is really bothered by.
You try your best not to stare, but itâs in vain. Who could resist? Your eyes are focused on Eunhaâs panties, which are only partially hidden by her skirt as she closes the front door. When she turns around, you quickly look at her face instead.
âDo you want to finish this?â
Eunhaâs sweet smile makes you nod.
You watch her walk over to the table. But instead of sitting down in her own chair, she straddles you once more. But this time, she is facing you.
âEunha, what-â
âYou said you want to finish what we started.â
Her smile turns into a mischievous grin, before she leans forward to press her lips against yours.
âThis is too fast!â Screams the voice inside the back of your head, but your hands have already taken a hold of Eunhaâs full thighs and your lips are already inviting her tongue inside.
âWaitâŚâ
You finally push her back a little.
âWhat? Donât you think Iâm sexy? You kept looking at me this whole time.â
Her lips land on yours once more. And you have to admit, you donât know how to respond. You did imagine how it would feel like to have those thighs wrapped around your head. Or how cute Eunhaâs moans would sound like. But that was just imagination. Because you didnât think she actually wanted you.
âFuck.â
You break the kiss, your head falling back as Eunha grinds herself against your hard dick. She uses this opportunity to tilt her head and attack your neck. Determined to mark you, wanting to show Minju that she got you, she sucks and bites your skin. Her own hands roam your back, keeping you close and pressing your chest against hers. You feel the heat inside her body, especially at her center.
Your fingers dig further into her thighs, making a moan escape her lips, before you start to actually move her back and forth in your lap. Her clothed pussy rubs against your pants and you canât wait any longer. You need to feel her. Now.
You stand up slowly, Eunha instinctively wrapping her legs around your hips. The two of you quickly reach the sofa in her living room. You sit down on it with Eunha still in your arms. The whole time she kept on kissing your neck and cheek and is now backing away.
âI can feel how hard you are. Let me help you out.â
Her cute wink makes you let out a deep breath, before you watch her climb off of you. But instead of getting onto the carpet, she makes you move over, so that youâre lying down. The sofa is big enough for her to kneel next to you and it only takes you a moment to realize why she did that. While Eunha starts to take your pants off, you reach behind her, her skirt barely covering her ass. You give her right cheek a hard squeeze, making Eunha gasp.Â
âYou can play with my body all you want, oppa.â
You slightly raise your hips, making it easier for her to finally pull your pants off. At the same time, you feel the fabric of her panties against your fingers. You hook one finger underneath it, right when Eunha wraps a hand around your cock.
âI knew it.â
Her eyes, which were focused on your cock now look at yours.
âYou have a really nice dick.â
Before you can reply, you see her opening her mouth and leaning down. A low groan escapes your mouth as you feel Eunhaâs lips wrap around your tip. Even if you see Tiffanyâs blowjobs just as foreplay, this would already be your second of the day. First Ms. Im and now Eunha. Unconsciously, you dig your fingers into her full cheek, right next to her pussy. It makes Eunha lean forward a little further, taking your dick deeper into her mouth.
âGod, EunhaâŚâ
You feel her smile around your length. Wanting to repay her, you reach for her panties and pull them slowly to the side. Theyâre slightly damp already. You let one finger glide around her labia, collecting a little bit of her juices. But you come to a hold, when Eunha starts to properly suck you off, her tongue dancing around your tip. For a small while youâre unable to do anything but watch. Eunha looks so hot in this position. Bent over on your side, her mouth around your dick, her cute face showing signs of pleasure and her ass completely visible, due to her skirt, which has fallen down around her hips by now.
Eventually you do pick up where you left off. Reaching a little lower, you let your fingers glide over her clit, which is partially covered by her lips. Eunha moans around your cock, making your head roll back in response. Soon after, you let a finger slip into her pussy. A lustful hum sends vibration into your cock and all the way up your spine. Once youâve established a proper rhythm, you and Eunha pleasure each other at the same time.
While she sucks you off, you finger her. You can feel how Eunhaâs pussy becomes wetter, how it occasionally clenches around your first and now your second finger as well. At the same time, Eunha can feel your hard shaft inside her mouth. It does take her some effort to properly suck you off. She did feel you before through your clothes, but youâre slightly bigger than she anticipated. Not that she is complaining. Not at all. Eunha is already thinking about her next move. As she lets her lips glide along your shaft, she is already planning on taking you inside of her properly. Does she want to do it right here? In the living room? The thought alone gets her going as the pace of your fingers quickens. She imagines herself bent over the backrest, your cock being the thing that moves in and out of her and not your fingers.
Eunhaâs eyes close, her body slightly sways back and forth, her lips still sealed tightly around your shaft. You do your best to satisfy her, not wanting to disappoint. After all, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Your classmate giving you head.Â
You need to take a deep breath when Eunha decides to go even deeper. You feel the back of her mouth hitting your tip. She gags once, twice. Her spit coats your shaft. Your head rolls back and your eyes stop at a picture of her. Of Eunha and her sister. The two of them on holiday, at a visibly hot place. Her crop top and skirt are almost as short as the ones she is wearing right now. You canât help but glance at her sister. You havenât seen Wonyoung in almost a year, but she is as sexy as Eunha is. For a moment, you imagine how hot it would be to have both their mouths around your cock. You doubt you would last long with the Jung sisters. Especially if they would start doing more than just giving you head.
You let out a deep groan as you think about the two of them a little too long. Eunha can feel your hips bucking upwards as you almost start to fuck her mouth. Your fingers inside of her move faster now, fueled by the images inside your head. The teasing from earlier and now this⌠You know you wonât last much longer.
Eunhaâs eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels your thumb circling her clit, while your other two fingers keep pumping in and out of her. Her body becomes weak due to the pleasure that is rushing through her system now. She slumps down a little, almost impaling her mouth on your cock. Her warmth around almost your entire length makes you almost cum right there.
And then the phone rings. Your eyes grow wide and Eunha quickly lifts her head off your cock.The two of you look at each other. You catch a thin strand of her saliva sticking to her chin.
âYours or mine?â
âMine.â
Eunha quickly gets off of you and heads for the table. As you watch her, reality seems to finally hit you. This actually just happened. You got a blowjob from Eunha. And you had your fingers inside of her. You canât help but smile. After getting the opportunity to sleep with Tiffany and receive head from Ms. Im, one would think youâd be used to it, but who could get used to that? You feel like the luckiest person on earth. How did you manage to pull this off?
Eunha quickly glances at the callerâs ID, before picking up.
âYes, Zuha?â
âHi, unnie. Just wanted to let you know we are done with buying the stuff for the party. Do you want anything else?â
âUhâŚNo Iâm good.â
Eunha suddenly remembers that youâre still here. Half naked.
âA-Are you already on your way back?â
âYes. Iâll be at your place in around five minutes. The party is starting soon.â
âOkay, thanks Zuha.â
Eunha hangs up and turns around. She knows itâs dangerous to continue. But her eyes automatically focus on your cock. Just a little longerâŚShe feels her core still tingling. She has five more minutes anyway.
âWe have five minutes.â
The determination in Eunhaâs eyes puts a little bit of pressure on you. Does she expect you to make her cum right now? You watch as she steps closer. But this time, instead of kneeling next to you, Eunha straddles your face, placing both her thighs on either side of your head. Before you can react, Eunha is already pressing her pussy against your mouth as she leans down to swallow your cock once more. As her taste takes over your mouth, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her even closer. The two of you focus on pleasuring each other once more. You feel Eunha slightly grinding against you, while she feels how you slightly thrust upwards whenever she takes you in deep.Â
You both know you have only limited time. And eventually, Eunha is the first to lose it. You feel her tremble on top of you. Her moan around your dick sends you right to the edge as well. You place your hands on her ass, making sure she stays in place as her thighs shake. But the feeling of her soft cheeks and the way her mouth coats your cock with her saliva finally prove too much for you.
You join Eunha in her orgasm. For a couple of moments, the two of you are just a shaking mess, until you both calm down. Only as you lap up Eunhaâs juices, which are glistening on the skin around her lips, do you realize that you just came inside her mouth.
Eunha climbs off of you and then turns around. Her cheeks are a little red from her orgasm. And when she opens her mouth, you see your cum inside of her. She closes her mouth and gives you a sexy smirk. You can tell she is playing around with it with her tongue. By the way her right cheek bulges, it seems like she pushed all of your cum into that one cheek.
âIf only we had enough timeâŚMy pussy is just so wet right now.â
She lifts her skirt and your eyes dart back and forth between her wet pussy and her cum filled mouth. You canât decide on whatâs hotter. But Eunha quickly helps you decide by opening her mouth once more, pushing your cum around with her tongue again.
âYou should give me more of this later. It tastes very good.â
âFuck, Eunha.â
You get up as well and take a step closer.
âStay here after the party. I need you to use my body to make yourself cum.â
She closes her mouth once more and your eyes widen when you watch her throat bulge slightly. Eunha gulps down your cum with a satisfied smile on her face. She opens her mouth again, showing off that she swallowed the whole load.
Youâre about to say something, when you see a car pull onto the driveway through the window behind her. The two of you quickly try to look normal. You put your pants back on, while Eunha pulls down her skirt a little further. Just when you finish packing your things, you hear the doorbell ring.Â
âHi, Zuha.â
The two girls share a quick hug, while you down the rest of the Coke Eunha gave you earlier. Kazua seems to have noticed you, because she calls your name.
âHey, how are you doing?â
You havenât seen her for a couple of days. The only class the two of you share is Ms. Kangâs PE class.
âIâm great. Are you going to help us set everything up?â
Before you can answer, Eunha shakes her head.
âHe was just here because we did our homework together. He was just about to leave.â
She turns around to face you.
âYouâre coming back later, right?â
Eunha gives you a seductive wink.â
âYeah, Iâm just gonna change and be right back.â
You feel a little awkward talking to Zuha after cuming inside Eunhaâs mouth mere moments ago. But Eunha seems to be unbothered as she helps the younger girl get all the booze out of her trunk, while you head back home.
âYes!â
You laugh triumphantly, raising your arms. The ping pong ball just landed inside the red plastic cup across the table from you. You ignore Yejiâs glare with practiced ease as you give Eunha a high five. Your teammate changed her clothes as well. Instead of wearing a pink top and a black skirt, she is now wearing a pink top with a white skirt. They are both bigger now, which means no one can see her panties while she just stands around. But her skirt is still short enough to show off her thighs. And by the looks of it, you arenât the only guy at the party who appreciates Eunhaâs outfit choice.
âEunha unnie!â
One of her friends calls her and a moment later, Eunha disappears inside the small crowd in her living room. You head for the kitchen to get yourself another drink. While reaching for the bottle of whiskey, someone bumps into you from behind, before she takes her place next to you and holds out her cup.
âPour me one, loser.â
You roll your eyes as you open the bottle.
âSuck a bag of dicks.â
Someone just turned off the lights, so you canât see her face, but you know itâs not Yeji. She would never talk to you voluntarily.Â
âRight back at ya.â
You fill your cup, before you let the bottle hover over hers.
âChanged my mind.â
You hear her scoff as you put the whiskey back down and put the lid on.
âYou suck.â
She reaches for the bottle.
âSays the cheerleader who has the flexibility of my great grandfather.â
The two of you would have continued your daily amount of banter, if it wasnât for Minju, who suddenly appears on your other side.
âOppa, wanna dance?â
âNot really, no.â
Minju ignores you and takes your hand. Youâre reminded of her mother from earlier today. Another wave of guilt washes over you. You quickly drown your feelings with the whiskey in your hand as she drags you towards the middle of the living room.
It seems like the music becomes louder as you watch Minju starting to dance. Her body moving to its rhythm.Â
âCome on.â
Her smile warms your heart as she sees you just standing there. You take her hand and Minju playfully lifts it over her head and twirls around underneath it.
Soon after, the two of you are surrounded by only lights. Only the two of you exist. And the music. The music makes Minju move. Move against you. Her back presses against your front. Her head just right where your heart is. Her arms are raised as she lets the feeling of ecstasy rush through her body. You look down on her with a smile on your face. Minjuâs happiness captivates you too. You reach down, placing your hands loosely on her wide hips. You feel the black denim on your skin. Minju keeps on moving her body to the music as you hear her laugh. You move closer, pressing yourself flush against her from behind. The two of you were never this close. But now, Minju is dancing in your arms.
After a while, you feel her ass brush against your crotch once. And then again. And again. You can feel how Minju almost grinds herself back against you as she dances in the middle of the room. In the middle of the crowd. You donât know if itâs intentional or not, but Minju starts to make you hard. Your hands on her hips were already a start, but her ass against your clothed cock quickens the process.
A moan almost escapes her lips as Minju feels your length between her cheeks. Up until this day, there was never any sexual tension between the two of you. You were always friends. Nothing more. And yet, Minju can feel how right this is. How good it is. Itâs the first time she is even thinking about your cock. Even during the competition earlier, she didnât really think about sleeping with you. It was just to prove to Eunha that Minju can be as sexy as she is, if she wants to be. But now, your length makes her let out another moan. The loud music stops it, before it reaches your ear. Minju closes her eyes as she keeps dancing. As she keeps grinding against you.Â
Minjuâs warm body against yours almost makes you forget what you planned on doing today. But when your eyes fall on Yeji, who is talking to Kazuha, you remember vividly. For some reason it almost turns you on even more. That Yeji will be seeing a video of you fucking her mother.
Minju makes you focus on her once more, when she reaches for your neck. Your eyes leave Yeji and you look down on the girl in front of you. She slightly pulls your head down while she keeps her eyes closed. You wouldnât dare to kiss her right now. Not even on her forehead. But you can smell her shampoo as you get close enough. You close your eyes as well, inhaling Minjuâs scent. You wonder what couldâve happened next. But the music stops. Everyone around you stops dancing. Minju turns around to look at you. Before she can say something, you take your phone out of your pocket.
âI gotta show you something, Minju. Itâs important.â
She nods and you take her hand and lead her outside the living room. Once the two of you reach a quieter place, you take a deep breath. The dancing just now makes you see Minju in a different light, but you have to focus.Â
âHere. Someone sent it to me.â
You click on the video and let it play. You see Minju narrowing her eyes as she takes a closer look.
âT-This isâŚThey areâŚâ
Her eyes are now wide open as she realizes itâs a video of two people having sex. It looks like the guy is holding the camera.
âI wanted to show it to you first.â
You try to sound as concerned as possible. You hate to lie to Minju, but if this is the way to finally make Yeji pay, so be it.
âWhy?â
âYou see the woman? Isnât that YejiâsâŚâ
You donât finish the sentence, but Minju surely understands what you are hinting at.
She leans in closer, wanting to make sure you are wrong. But when the camera zooms in on the womanâs face, Minju lets out a gasp. She looks up at you with shock in her eyes.
âWho sent this to you?â
âThatâs not the worst part, Minju.â
You point at the lower right corner of the video. The hallway is almost completely dark, but your phone is bright enough for Minju to read the watermark.
onlyfans.com/tiffany
âOppaâŚâ
Minjuâs worried face almost makes you confess, but you stay strong.
âI-I have to tell her.â
Minju has already walked past you, but she stops and turns around.
âCan you send it to me? She wonât believe me otherwise.â
âSure.â
You see the disgust on her face. She doesnât want that video to be on her phone. The video of her best friend's mother having sex. But she has to tell Yeji.
âThank you.â
Minju disappears inside the living room and you lean against the wall behind you. You sigh, shaking your head. Now that you did it, you wonder if this was too hard. What if it destroys Yeji? Will she confront her mother?
While youâre having second thoughts, Minju has already reached Yeji.
âCome with me.â
Another shot of whiskey burns your throat. You just saw Minju and Yeji disappear upstairs and you know there isnât a way to undo this. And now that you did it, you feel horrible. But then again, Yeji has tormented you since you can remember. You are just the first person to strike. Youâre sure that Yeji has something up her sleeve as well.
âSlow down, oppa.â
Eunha appears next to you and grabs your cup, before youâre able to drink more.
âYou donât look so great.â
âIâm fine.â
You reach for the bottle, but Eunha slaps your hand away and shakes her head.Â
âNo more drinking, oppa.â
âI said Iâm fine.â
âI donât believe you. You look down. But that's okay. There are other ways to lift your mood. Better ways.â
Her last words make you look at her and her smirk tells you what she has in mind.
âEunha-â
âShhh.â
Eunha places a finger on your lips, while her other hand reaches for one of yours.
âIâve been so fucking wet since you made me cum.â
She kisses your cheek as you feel your fingers brush against the hem of her skirt.
âDo it again.â
âThere are people here.â
âSo? No one is watching. And because of the counter, no one can see my lower half.â
You know itâs true. And the idea of being able to have your fingers inside of her again makes you hard. You know you shouldnât. Itâs too risky. And yet you donât fight it, when Eunha guides your hand along her thigh.
You arenât surprised by her lack of panties. She already told you what she planned on doing with you later on. Her hand rests on your arm as you insert two fingers inside her snatch once more. Eunha is facing the crowded living room and you stand behind her. She is forced to look at all the people here, trying to pretend like nothing is happening. Eunha can almost feel like somebody's watching her. In the far right corner of the living room. But she doesnât dare look up. Her eyes close as you put your thumb on her clit.
You can tell that Eunha is still wet from earlier. Her breathing is already getting faster. She begins to lean back against you as the pleasure turns her legs into a shaking mess. She reaches forward with one hand, supporting herself on the counter in front of her. The other hand is still holding onto your arm, her nails slowly starting to dig into your skin. Eunha tries to stand straight, but she falters as your thumb begins to circle around her clit.This got her going before, so why not do it again?
Soon, Eunhaâs full body weight is on you and her ass is pressed against your clothed cock. Her breathing is shallow and quick as if she just went for a run. Youâre actually impressed by how quiet she is, but then again, the music is quite loud. You see that her eyes are closed, before she buries her face in your shoulder. It sounds like she lets out a cry. A second later, her whole body shakes. Her pussy contracts around your fingers and you almost feel how her clit is pulsating against your thumb.
âOppaâŚâ
She sighs into your shoulder, visibly satisfied after her orgasm. But now you are hard. And you canât help but let your, with slick covered, hand run over her naked thigh. Eunha notices how your dick pushes against her ass from behind. With a cute smirk on her lips, she reaches behind herself.
âLet me help you too, oppa.â
It takes her a while, because she canât see what she is doing and because she only uses one hand, but eventually, Eunha has unzipped your zipper and fished out your cock. Your pants stay on and so does Eunhaâs skirt. You lean forward a little, sliding your cock between her thick thighs.
Another sigh leaves her lips and you try to act normal by not looking down on what youâre doing. Thatâs why youâre now able to see Minju and Yeji walk through the living room. They are heading to the front door. Yejiâs head hangs low, her face covered by her hair. Minju seems to be comforting her as her hand rests on her friendâs back. You feel a sting of regret in your chest, but Eunha quickly makes you focus back on her.
âFuck my thighs, oppa.â
You plant a kiss on the back of Eunhaâs head and start to thrust in and out of the gap between her thighs. The thought of Minju and Yeji is soon gone as you take your pleasure from Eunha. Youâre careful to not go too fast or hard, afraid someone would notice. Instead, you enjoy Eunhaâs softness with slow and long strokes. Both your hands hold her waist, keeping her in place.
âYou feel so bigâŚâ
Eunhaâs eyes are closed once more, her head slowly sinking back against your shoulder again. Youâre tempted to give this beautiful face a kiss, but now you feel it too. The same thing Eunha felt earlier. The feeling of someone watching you. Your heart pounds faster and you slow down your thrusts. You look around, trying to make out the person who is looking at you two amongst the crowd. When you donât find anyone suspicious, you shrug off the feeling. Maybe youâre just nervous. Or itâs the alcohol in your system.
Another sip of vodka burns Kazuhaâs throat. Her eyes are fixated on whatâs going on in the kitchen. Youâre still standing behind Eunha. Earlier, it seemed like you had a hand under her skirt, almost as if you were fingering her. But now, Kazuha is sure that youâre actually fucking Eunha. Slow and careful, but not unnoticeable for anyone who looks at you more carefully. The older girlâs head has dropped back against your shoulder and Kazuha can see her pleasure wrecked face. Eyes closed, nose slightly scrunched, lips twitching. She canât believe the two of you would do something this daring. She already suspected you, when she saw the two of you earlier. The way Eunha was dressed only meant one thing. And now she got proof. After another gulp of the burning clear liquid, Kazuha canât help but place a hand loosely over her shorts.
Her fingers just slightly press against her core. Sheâd never do anything intimate in such a public and crowded place. But the sight of you fucking Eunha only a few meters away from the crowd turns her on. Kazuha bites her lip as she presses down on her core a little harder. Very very slowly, she moves her hand up and down. The alcohol and the increasing need slowly makes her body burn up. If only she couldâŚÂ
Her fingers linger on her belt. In that moment she sees someone walking towards you and Eunha. She sighs in disappointment. Kazuha watches how you quickly step back and reach towards your pants, while Eunha, still a little out of it, straightens her hair and her skirt. The two of you pretend like nothing happened. And after a couple of words, Eunha and her friend exit the kitchen.
âGoodbye! Get home safe!â
As soon as the door closes, you press Eunha flat against it. The two of you quickly lose yourselves in a heated make out session. After getting interrupted earlier, the both of you are too horny to even wait a second. Eunhaâs house is now empty. Everyone is gone. Only the two of you are here. And you make use of that.
Because you are still hard from earlier, Eunha doesnât bother with giving you another blowjob. As soon as your pants are off, she spits into her hand and reaches for your shaft. The two of you look into each otherâs eyes as she strokes you, coating your cock with her spit.
âI need you so bad. Fuck me hard.â
Her words make you kiss her once more, your hands roam her body. You enjoy the feeling of her curves under your palms. Eventually, you push her towards the couch. Eunha quickly throws away a jacket someone left there and puts an empty bottle on the table next to it. Now that you have enough space, you bend Eunha over the armrest. You are doing this quickly. You canât wait any longer to finally feel Eunhaâs pussy properly.
âFill me, oppa.â
She sighs as you lift up her skirt, exposing her ass and her pussy as well. Your hand slides over her wet labia, making sure she is wet enough, before you align yourself with her core. Slowly pushing inside of her, you press Eunha further into the soft armrest. The two of you take deep breaths as each of you try to get accustomed to this new feeling. Your length makes Eunha feel full. She can tell how youâre stretching her out. At the same time, you canât help but compare Eunhaâs pussy with Tiffanyâs. She is tighter. That much is clear. But Tiffany is also a little smoother than Eunha on the inside. Maybe thatâs because Tiffany is just wetter than Eunha. Either way, both of them feel amazing. And now, Eunhaâs snatch lures you further inside. Her body wants to feel more of you.
You place your hands on her back, leaning over her. Now she canât escape, fully trapped in between you and the armrest. After pulling out almost entirely, you thrust back inside.Â
âHoly fuckâŚâ
Eunhaâs lust filled sigh makes you smirk as her body gets rocked forward.Â
âHow was I able to wait this long? It feels so goodâŚâ
Youâre not sure if she is talking to herself, but you lean down further and kiss her neck.Â
âYouâre so hot, Eunha.â
Another thrust makes her move once more. Her face is now on the same height as the small coffee table next to the sofa. Eunha canât help but stare at the picture that is standing on it as you give her another thrust. Her and her sister on vacation. The one you saw earlier.
âIâm such a slut. Fuck me hard.â
She whines, turned on by the thought of having her sister in the picture watch her getting fucked.
You notice how her eyes are glued to the photo. You hesitate as you keep fucking her, but eventually you decide to speak your mind.
âWonyoung is so hot, Eunha.â
âYou really think so?â
Her breath quickens, but she almost sounds disappointed. You can feel how tight her pussy is around your cock. How it holds onto you, whenever you retreat.
âOf course. I bet she is the thightest.â
âOh, fuck!â
Eunha didnât think this would turn her on so much. She bites into the leather armrest, trying to prevent another yelp.
âAnd her faceâŚI just want to ruin it. This little brat.â
Eunhaâs eyes roll to the back of her head as your cock reaches her deepest depths. She cantâ belive she is getting fucked in her parentâs living room. Right in front of a picture of herself and her sister.Â
âYes, ruin her. Make her cheat on her stupid boyfriend. I bet your cock is way bigger than his.â
Her whines make you kiss her neck again, before whispering into her ear.
âDo you like it when I talk about fucking your sister, while I use you as a fleshlight?â
Another whine. Eunha nods weakly, your cock seems to push all of her energy out of her with every thrust.
âYes, I like it. I like it when you use me like a slut.â
You fuck her harder, too turned on by her words to hold yourself back.
âThatâs what you are, Eunha. A slut.â
The word rings in her ears as you pound her from behind. She can almost feel how it invades her mind, how it makes her feel good.
âYes, Iâm a slut. Your little slut, oppa.â
Her cries have you press down on her back further. You can feel how her body tenses under your weight. How her pussy clenches around your length.
âThatâs why you always wear these short skirts. You love it when everyone can see your thighs and ass.â
âThatâs true. I love to feel like a slut.â
You push Eunhaâs body further over the armrest, until she almost falls over. Your thrusts now reaching even deeper inside of her. Her ass is now at the perfect angle for you to give it a nice slap.
"Harder, oppa!â
Eunha cries out, when you hit her cheek. The flesh ripples even more, because you keep fucking her. Her walls tighten around you with every following thrust.
âDamn, Eunha. Youâd do anything for my cock, wouldnât you?â
âYes, I would. Anything.â
Another slap almost makes her sob.Â
âYouâre such a pathetic slut, Eunha. Iâd rather fuck your little sister.â
The volume of her whines increase with two more slaps on each of her cheeks. Her head is hanging so low by now that Eunha has to look up to see the picture of her sister.
"Do it, oppa! Please! Iâm just a worthless slut.â
Her cry almost makes you feel pity. Her pussy still has a tight grip on your cock and her walls massage you during every thrust. How could you ever think about someone else while you fuck her?
âNo you arenât, Eunha.â
Your kiss on her lower back is more affectionate this time. More loving.
âYou are a good girl. And so fucking hot.â
Instead of spanking her, you now squeeze her cheeks softly, soothing the pain from earlier just a little.
âIâm not. You are right, oppa. Iâm a huge slut.â
Her whine makes you fuck her harder. Your hands are both now holding onto her waist. You rock her body back and forth. Every thrust makes Eunha lose control further. Her legs canât support her anymore. They are too weak by now. She is just hanging off the armrest, while you fuck her from behind.
âDonât put yourself down like that. Youâre beautiful, Eunha. Iâm in love with your body.â
You hear her gasp and moan at your words. Eunhaâs body is all warm and light. Her pussy is taking your cock so well, her walls stretching around it to take in as much as possible.
âThank you, oppa. I really want to be a good girl for you.â
âThen ride me.â
You peel her off the armrest and lift her up. Sheâs lighter than you expected. As you move her around to sit on your lap, her foot hits a bottle on the coffee table in front of you. She knocks it over and it falls to the floor.
âIâm sorry, oppa.â
Eunha whines, but her pussy tingles as she looks down to see your cock lying against it.
âI changed my mind. You really are a bad girl. A slut.â
Eunah whimpers as you lift her and ease yourself inside her once more.
âI-Iâm not a slut. You said-â
âI lied. Youâre nothing but a set of holes.â
A moan leaves her lips as she glides along your length.
âOppaâŚâ
Her disappointed sigh makes you lift her up and drop her again.
âShut it.â
You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her close.
âI wish you were Wonyoung. She is way prettier than you. And tighter.â
Eunha whines as you make her ride your cock. You lift her up far enough, so her feet are planted on your thighs, while her pussy moves up and down on your cock.
âBut Iâm doing my best. Isnât my pussy tight enough for you?â
âYou mean this pathetic little cunt?â
You give her clit a light slap.
Eunha gasps and moans. Her body shakes. You feel bad for a moment. Was that too much? Did you hurt her?
âIâm sorry, oppa. Youâre right. Wonyoungs pussy is better than mine.â
Her sobs tell you that it did hurt. At least a little. You kiss her neck, wanting to ease the pain.
âBut please use me, while she isnât here. Iâll do my best for you.â
âI donât know if thatâs gonna be enough, slut.â
Throughout the next couple of hours, Eunha proves what a good slut she can be time and time again. By now, the two of you made it to her room. You donât remember how many times youâve already filled her pussy up, but Eunha seems as hungry for your cum as before. Now she is riding you again. You lie flat on her bed, while she keeps bouncing on your cock. Her clothes are all gone by now. Her naked body captivates you, your eyes currently focused on her tits. You reach up to them. You play with them, squeeze them, pinch her nipples. It all makes Eunha ride you faster.
âAm I a good slut for you, oppa?â
You were able to taste the alcohol on her lips during your kiss at her front door. But now it seems to be completely gone as she leans down to give you another kiss.
âYes, you are. Such a tight, good little slut.â
Her proud smile turns into an O as your tip grazes her deepest spot. Her tight pussy squeezes you hard. Her hands on your chest make her nails dig into your skin.
âOppaâŚ!â
Her cry rings in your ears as Eunha almost collapses on top of you. But you hold her in place. Her limb body too weak to move. You start to thrust into her from underneath. A couple of weak moans leave her lips. Youâre close as well. You can feel it. Her small orgasm has pushed you towards the edge. Her walls still give you irregular squeezes. Her cute face wordlessly begs you for another load.
You tighten your grip on her hips. A couple of more ups and downs, until you finally hold her in place. Eunhaâs ass is pressed against your lap as you shoot your cum deep inside of her. Your classmate moans, feeling your seed invade her pussy.
âOppaâŚâ
You let go of her waist and she sinks onto your chest.The two of you stay in place after a long night of partying and sex. You feel her chest heave and her face on your chest. You listen to Eunhaâs breaths. They become slower and slower. And eventually, she falls asleep.
You wake up alone. Itâs a slow process. But eventually you are able to realize where you are. Still at Eunhaâs. You hear her rummaging around downstairs. After a couple of minutes, you finally reach the foot of the stairs. Youâre worn out and still tired. But since today is a holiday, you donât have to go to school.
It seems like Eunha has already cleaned up most of the party from yesterday. You spot her standing in the kitchen. She is wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. You can already feel how the sight of her makes you hard again. Why are you so horny lately?
âHello, there.â
Eunha gives you a bright smile. Walking up to her, you watch what she is doing. Breakfast.
"Morning."
You walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist.
âIs that oatmeal?â
Eunha definitely caught your lack of excitement.
âIt is. But only for me. Your breakfast is over there.â
She points at the bag of cereal on the edge of the counter. A bowl and milk next to it.
âGreat.â
You start to make your own breakfast.
âIs this Wonyoungâs?â
You catch her hesitating, before she nods.
âIt is.â
âHey,...â
You reach out for her arm.
âSorry about last night. I got carried away a little.â
Eunah smiles at you.
âItâs fine. It was kindaâŚhot.â
You smile back at her and pour the milk into the bowl with the cereal.
âBut just to make things clear: This was just pure sex. Nothing more.â
You look at her and nod.Â
âNo problem."
You walk up behind her again. You just canât help it. She just looks so good when she wears only underwear. Eunha bites her lip when she feels your cock press against her cheeks.
âBut I hope we can have some more fun now?â
âIâd love to.â
Eunha leans back and captures your lips with hers. You let your hands wander over her chest, giving her tits a couple of squeezes.
âBut Iâm sure my mom is coming home soon. We will have to be quick.â
âDonât worry. This wonât take long.â
Eunha chuckles as she feels you pulling her panties off her hips. Your boxers lie on the floor a second later.
âOh, yes.â
Eunha sighs, her hands pressed flat against the surface of the counter in front of her as you push inside. Her pussy feels familiar to you by now. Warm and tight. Just wet enough for you to fuck her properly after a couple of slow thrusts.
âWe definitely need to do this again sometime.â
She sighs dreamily, eyes only half open as she feels you slowly pushing in and out of her. The two of you are still sleepy, so you donât go too hard. Another moan leaves Eunhaâs lips as you push a little deeper. Her head falls back. You kiss her upper back, her shoulders, her neck. Her skin feels smooth under your lips. You close your eyes as the two of you get lost in the pleasure that both your bodies provide for one another.
Suddenly, the two of you freeze.
âWas that a car?â
âShit, shit, shit! My mom!â
You can see the fear in Eunhaâs eyes. It was already dangerous enough to throw a party at her house, without permission. But if her mother catches her while she gets plowed in her kitchenâŚ
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SAY IT BACK ⪠letting them leave without an ily
finishing up some smaller things from my wip folder before i buckle down and work on the big stuff again. here's this doofy little fluff piece.
characters included: chris redfield, leon kennedy, jill valentine, ada wong
content: fluff. just fluff. established relationship. mildly ooc behavior for the sake of fluff (also known as being in a relationship and acting stupid)
You found it on TikTok - or maybe it was Instagram, or Facebook - doesn't matter. One of the media conglomerates had given you a horrible idea about how to tease your loving, devoted partner.
It's simple - when they said 'I love you' before they left for work, you just wouldn't say it back. What could go wrong?
Chris Redfield âŞ
Did not notice. Secure. In his lane. Unbothered. Probably not moisturized. (Get him a nice oil, fragrance free. He'll like it more if you massage it into his muscles for him, spend a little extra time smoothing along the curve of his spine, up and over the tightness of his shoulders.)
If you're at the point with Chris where he's saying âI love youâ in place of a goodbye, he doesn't need to hear you say it back. He's confident in your relationship. Hearing it is just a nice bonus.
You're going to get your own feelings hurt here. Sent yourself into a spiral. Like, damn, does he not listen? Does he not care? What the fuck is his deal?
Chris is legitimately confused when you bring it up to him later. Doesn't get the point of the whole thing. âWhy wouldn't you just say you love me?â Head cocked to the side, so puppy-like you can practically see the velvety ears flopping over.
Really doesn't do the whole social media thing. Even when you show him videos as an example, he's just shrugging. "I'm pretty sure those are skits, honey. No one really reacts like that."
If only he knew. Hey - at least now you know that Chris is perfectly content in your relationship and won't let anything silly like this bother him. It's just a sign to ramp up the pranks - more practical jokes, less subtle, harmless emotional manipulation.
That's what you thought, at least, but when Chris flips the light off that night and sidles up behind you in bed, strong arms slipping around your middle and tugging you back to him, his voice rumbles in your ear - "You gonna tell me you love me, or is this gonna be a problem?"
And Chris is really good at extracting confessions. How badly do you actually want to get some sleep tonight?
Jill Valentine âŞ
Doesn't seem to have noticed that you ignored her. Walked right out the door without missing a step, didn't even glance back. Her car pulls out of the garage, her sunglasses on - she seems entirely unbothered.
Oh, sheâs bothered.
Jill Valentine is Not Pettyâ˘ď¸. And she does not pout when her partner doesn't say âI love youâ back. She's in a pissy mood at work for a completely unrelated reason. She's not returning your texts because she's busy at work, not because she's trying (and failing) to give you a taste of your own medicine.
She definitely doesn't carry that storm cloud all the way home with her, doesn't rain on your parade when you cheerfully announce that dinner's ready and on the table.
You're trying everything you can think of to cheer her up. Asking about work got you a noncommittal shrug. You'd offered to draw a bath for her - or (preferably) for the both of you, but she'd dismissed the idea, talking about how it would take up too much time.
She didn't have the heart to shrug you off when you started massaging her shoulders. Despite your silence in the morning, you were clearly intent on taking care of her. Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe you just hadn't heard her.
Her palm presses against your cheek, turns you to face her. She searches your eyes for a moment, her gaze unreadable. "Thanks for dinner. I love you."
Nothing. Fucking nothing. "You're welcome."
Jill knows that look on your face, that shit-eating grin that you're trying to cover up by glancing down, by pretending to be flustered. Her hands grip your hips. She manhandles you into her lap, chair scraping against the floor to make room for the both of you.
"Okay - spill. What's up with you?"
Once you explain, she's not mad about the whole thing, not really. But you can't help but notice that she's been withholding kisses lately, and-- wait.
Fuck. Now she's turned the tables on you.
Leon Kennedy âŞ
Keeps finding new and inventive ways to double back inside the house. He's not going to outright ask you what's up - that would make him look desperate, which heâs totally not. Heâs definitely not concerned at all that you didnât complete your morning ritual and send him out the door with an âI love youâ. Heâs a big boy - this isnât high school, this is his very mature, very adult relationship.
Excuse number one: âSorry, forgot my keys,â as he makes a show of dropping his keys out of his pocket, onto the living room floor. His eyes are on you when he reaches to grab them. Leon tosses them in his hand, making as much noise as he possibly can. âAll right, love you.â
You hold strong. Still no âlove youâ back. Heâs gone for all of 60 seconds when he comes back with excuse number two: âAh, damn, forgot my badge. Iâd lose my head if it wasnât attached.â
His badge is attached to his belt. You can literally see it. When you point that out to him, he makes a show of being relieved, goes so far as to press a kiss to your temple, and says, âGod, what would I do without you? Love ya. Have a good day.â
But you hold strong. Until excuse number three:
âBabe, have you seen my gun?â
You laugh, which only makes him laugh - and then he hits you with âno, seriouslyâ while he leans against the doorway, hip cocked. Heâs got you figured out by now, knows that if he can make you laugh then youâre not doing this because youâre mad at him or anything. He can't even be mad when you explain it to him. He can only warn you:
"I'm gonna get you for this. Now, c'mon - say it."
Ada Wong âŞ
I don't know why you would do this to her to be honest. She just said âI love youâ. You should be marking your calendar and turning this into a holiday.
She doesn't say it often, at least not while you're conscious. Whether she presses her sentiments into your hair while you sleep against her, drooling against her collar bone, is up for debate. You have no hard evidence and she'll deny the allegations.
It simultaneously is and is not a big deal. She didn't say it because she craved the validation of having you repeat it to her. She said it because she meant it. There's so few concrete truths about herself that she can share with you, but that was one of them. Does it sting a little not to have it returned? Maybe.
She turns the moment over and over in her head, letting it haunt her. You had given her time, she thinks, why can't she give you yours? But your silence is a specter that tinges every moment. It creeps at the edges of every thought, itâ
âHey, you forgot your coffee.â
She turns to see you in the door of your apartment, hanging from the frame with one hand, her cup extended to her in the other. She clicks back to you in her stilettos, and your press a kiss to her cheek when she claims her drink. The guilt of it all ate at you before you could let her leave your sight. âLove you. Be safe.â
She'd spiraled before she even got down to the parking lot. Total loser in love.
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You should write a smut about reader being horny and shit and wants Chrisâ attention but he tries to focus on something else but she starts touching on him and he gives in and finally lets her use him to get off or something like that!!(you can add some stuff)
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Get Yourself Off
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
Contains: SMUT!!/Use of âwhoreâ and âslutâ/fingering/grinding/heavy teasing/No use of Y/N
Chris knew what he was doing. I knew he knew what he was doing. His touch lingered on me leaving shivers up my spine. His hands crept too far down my body every time he touched me. Every time he kissed me he pulled me in; one hand on my ass the other on my thigh. It was leaving me a needy mess.
And he was engrossed in editing a vlog.
I knock on his door lightly, entering the room before he responds. Iâd been in and out of his space countless times unable to stay put in one room for over five minutes. It was kitchen, stairs, playing with the dog, checking my appearance in the bathroom mirror, then back to Chris. Over and over again.
Iâd even contemplated taking a cold shower in Nick's room, but I didnât want to weird him out. He knew Iâd already taken a shower this morning. What was I supposed to say? âIâm extremely horny for your triplet brother and I need to chill the fuck out.â YeahâŚno.
âChris?â I call. He hums bluntly in response showing little interest. âBaby,â I whine, approaching his chair slowly. I feel bad taking him away from his work. The one time heâs not all over me Iâm all over him. I justify my actions with his own; he had no reason to kiss me and grope my thighs this morning, or smack my ass when we were walking upstairs, or squeeze my tits and tell me theyâre âso prettyâ â this is his fault.
I rest my hands on his shoulders leaning my head against him. I feel my heart rate picking up. Weâve had sex before yet I still find it awkward to ask. Usually, Chris initiates any talkâa perk of his perceptiveness.
I peek over his shoulder to his laptop, heâs editing a solo video. Him unboxing Ransom merch. How much editing does one video need?
I run a hand through his hair feeling the growing heat between my legs. Chris takes a second to respond, âDo you want something?â He questions with a head tilt. From the tone of his voice, I can tell heâs frustrated, knowing he wants to work on his video, he promised his followers Itâd be out tonight. Is it bad the sourness in his voice only turns me on further?
I weigh my options, concluding there is no good outcome without Chris being inside of me. âI need you,â I mumble faintly.
He tilts his head to the side slightly hinting he didnât hear me. âWhat?â He questions. My cheeks flush red, I swallow my pride and cough out my words. âI need you,â I repeat more sternly.
Chris raises a brow, returning his focus to his laptop. âLast night wasnât enough for you?â He starts, resuming the jamming of keys on his laptop. I groan, irked by his response. âThatâs not fair.â I pout, âYou were squeezing my tits like thirty minutes agoâyouâve been handsy with me all morning!â
Chrisâ tone deepens. Finally turning his focus to me. âMaybe youâve just been a needy slut all morning.â
I flush at his words but smile slightly knowing if heâs talking like this Iâm going to get what I want.
âChrisâŚâ I drawl letting my words trail off, âPlease fuck me.â
He shuts his laptop off and stands, groaning loudly pushing me against his bed. âYouâre such an attention whore, left you alone for two hours, and you're begging to be fucked.â He chides. His dirty talk only turns me on further.
I view the growing bulge, concealed by his sweats and smirk âIt doesnât look like Iâm the only one begging to be fucked.â I counter. Chrisâ eyebrows fur together. âShut up.â
He presses two fingers to my lips. âSuck.â I donât hesitate to draw his fingers into my mouth. He smirks widely when I wrap my tongue around his index. âSo needy.â He almost laughs pulling his fingers out of my jaw slowly grazing them against my teeth as he does.
He wriggles his fingers, admiring the spit coating them. Heâs so unserious itâs painful. âYou want these inside of you.â He smirks. His voice rumbles against my neck, sending the vibrations straight to my sex. âPlease just do something.â I plead.
He presses his hand beside my thighs, pushing me back to prop me against the headboard. His fingers push away the fabric of my panties.
He stares at me with lazy eyes teasing my hole with his fingers and grips my hips, pressing me down into the mattress. âSo wet for me maâ.â I let out a loud moan as his fingers sink into my core. He lets two digits plunge into my walls, stretching me out but intentionally missing my G-spot.
âChris, that's not fair,â I whine softly, the agonizing lack of friction in my pooling heat turning me into a wanting mess.
He curls his fingers once, slightly, but then completely stops any movement.
âChrisâplease. Move.â
I know heâs teasing. His fingers are long but he won't sink them more than halfway in, drawing out the intense swelling of my heat.
He laughs ignoring the aching throbs between my thighs. âYouâre going to get yourself off on my fingers.â He sterns.
What?
I pinch my eyes shut. âButââ I try to protest. He cuts me off. âYou're going to make yourself cum on my fingers or you're not going to cum tonight.â He barks, his fingers at a standstill inside of me.
âChris pleaseââ I gasp. He starts to retract his fingers, pulling them back slowly. I squirm slightly but Chris grips my hips deeply. âIf you donât start moving in the next twenty seconds Iâm going back to my desk.â He grits.
I sigh and look at him. His eyes are half-lidded hinting that heâs serious. Jesus Christ.
I whine and start to rut against his fingers, bucking my hips against his hand. The tips of his fingers merely brush my gummy spot. I buck again trying to gain enough friction to draw an orgasm. It was no use. Every time his fingers would draw close to my gummy spot heâd pull them back slightly only letting his digits brush my sex.
âChris I canât!â I cry. He smiles at my desperate self and without warning twists his fingers inside me. I gasp out a moan. âNeedy slut canât go twenty-four hours without getting fucked.â He starts pumping his fingers in my cunt lazily, withdrawing them every time my face shows heâs giving me pleasure.
âFuck!â I draw softly, needing him to move fasterâknowing heâll stop if I ask him to. I pinch my eyes shut trying to find pleasure in what heâs giving me. He won't put his fingers fully in my cunt, purposefully drawing them away from my G-spot.
âChris I need to cum.â I cry âPlease make m-me cum please.â He moves his left hand up and pinches my clit. I yelp in surprise, my hips mindlessly stuttering up. A tear slips from my cheeks and Chris grins, slowly pulling his fingers from my cunt. âMaybe I should stop teasing you youâre dripping down your fucking legs.â Chris rasps.
I nod frantically.
He pushes two fingers in one quick thrust plunging straight into my G-spot flicking my clit with his thumb. My moans fill the room as Chris hammers his fingers into me with rapid thrusts. âYesyesyes.â I stammer, his thrusts knotting my words.
My insides feel meshedâmy breaths come out in whiney pants. So close.
He circles my clit faster, pushing me over the edge. I whine loudly, lolling my head back. âChris! Fuck!â I stammer with a whine, struggling to speak with his fingers pummeling into me.
âCum for me maâ I know you can.â
I moan his name as my walls release. My legs shaking with my crushing orgasm.
âFuck maâ youâre dreanched.â Chris laughs. He pulls his fingers from my slit, my legs continue to shake at his drawn stimulation. My chest heaves, seeing white from the waves of bliss washing over me. Chris strokes my head pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips.
âYou can open your eyes now maâ.â He laughs, pulling his body level with mine. I hum wobbly in response, blinking my eyes open groggily to look up at him, âDidnât realize they were closed,â I mumble sheepishly.
Chris pulls himself level with me, his hair hangs slightly over his eyes. He smiles at me. âYouâre so cute.â He presses a kiss to my collarbone. âAnd so sexy.â He grins, pressing a kiss to my chest.
He sighs, laying his head on my chest slightly before meeting his eyes with mine.
âIâm telling my followers the reason my video isnât out on time is your fault.â He jeers, brushing my hair off my clammy forehead with his thumb.
âIt was worth it,â I mutter letting a yawn escape me. âIâll clean you up, you can go to sleep.â Chris smiles, getting out of bed, presumably grabbing a towel from the bathroom.
âMâkayâ I mutter, shutting my eyes. Seconds later my thighs are met with a warm towel, steamy water dulling the soreness between my legs.
âMm Love you, Chris.â
âI love you too ma.â
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Pairing: Seungmin x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Fluffy smut (tiniest bit of angst)
Warnings: Oral (F), Praise, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Slight mirror sex?, lots of use of beautiful, sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.
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You were out shopping with some friends, looking for some new clothes for the summer. You found a few pretty things taking a few pictures to ask your boyfriend what he thought of them. Like normal he just replied kinda bland.
You: How do these look? I really like this black one.
Mongđ: Looks good
You: Should I get them? I donât knooow :(
Mongđ: Get them if you want
You felt a bit sad, I mean he wasnât being mean or anything. However you were at least hoping for a âyou look prettyâ or something more. This is how Seungmin is though he doesnât express himself really well and sometimes it makes you feel bad. Like youâre either boring him or he doesnât care. You signed a little not even wanting to get it anymore but your friends made sure you did.
When you got home you put the stuff away walking past seungmin who was sitting on the couch scrolling his phone. You thought to yourself âmaybe if I show him it now heâll say something?â You could only hope. You slipped the pretty black dress on walking back out to the living room.
âYou got the dressâ he said looking up for a moment from his video.
âYeah! Howâs it look?â You asked with a small hopeful smile.
He didnât even look up shifting a bit in his seat before replying âGoodâ he said bluntly.
The small smile on your face faded looking over at him before walking back to the room. You felt defeated like maybe he just didnât find you attractive anymore. You crawled onto your bed hugging onto a pillow and felt a tear fall. You didnât even realize you started crying. A whirlwind of thoughts spun around in your head. âDid I do something wrong?â âDoes he even like me anymore?â âAm I just not attractive?â Your heart sank more and more as the thought just kept swirling.
Seungmin however was still sitting on the couch he let out a small breath situating himself. Realistically he loved the dress on you, you looked so fucking good. When he saw the picture of you in it his cock god instantly hard and seeing you in front of him was the same thing. He didnât wanna seem like a horn dog so he just kept his thoughts at bay. He did that a lot, knowing how men have treated you in the past. Unbeknownst to him how he was making you feel.
You eventually took the dress off putting it back in the bag. You were just going to take it back. When seungmin had came back to the room he noticed the dress sitting by the door folded in the bag. âNot hanging it up?â He asked looking over at you.
âNo. Iâm.. Iâm just gonna take it backâ you said softly not meeting his gaze.
âWhat why?â He asked confused.
âI just am ok..â you snapped a bit curling yourself into the pillow.
âIs there something wrong with it?â He asked.
âI donât know is there? Or is there just something wrong with me?â You snapped again this time sitting up to glare at him.
He was taken back a bit âwhat?â
âNothing just forget itâ you said getting up to walk into the bathroom.
You shut the door behind you feeling like you were gonna cry again. You heard a small knock before seungmin slowly opened it. âAre you alright?â He asked softly.
âSeungmin..â you said choking back your tears. âAm I not attractive to you anymore?â You said voice almost a whisper.
âwhat? Why would you think that?â He asked more confused than ever.
âYou barely touch me, you didnât even look up from your phone when I came out.. you couldnât even tell me I looked good in it..â you could feel the tears slowly falling now. Seungmins heart dropping.
âHeyâ he said reaching out to you. He cupped your face with his hand whipping the tears away. He turned your head to look at him where you could see the hurt on his face. âIâm sorry.. I didnât mean to make you feel like I didnât- like I donât like you..â he said softly.
âThen why are you so bland when we texts? Why does it seem like Iâm just.. ugly or something..â you said in a whisper.
âSweetheart, youâre not ugly. I find you so attractive.. I guess Iâm just really bad at expressing how I feel towards you because you make me feel so much.â He says. âThat dress looks so phenomenal on you. You look- god you look so good in it.â He admits.
You look over his features trying to figure out if heâs being genuine. âPut it back on. Iâll show you how much I like itâ he says with a smile.
Although youâre hesitant you do, you go back out slipping it back on before opening the door once more. He smiles taking your hand to bring you over to the mirror for a second. âLook at you. Look how beautiful you look. Those curvesâ he says placing his hands on your hips. âYour tits look so good in it too, theyâre just sat so nicelyâ he says as he brings his other hand up to fondle them over the fabric. The suddenness of it making you jump a little.
He massaged the softness of your skin, he pushed his body against you letting you feel how hard he was. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his touch, the feeling of his cock. âAnd the nice thing about dresses is that I can see those sexy thighs of yours.â He says letting the hand from your ho caress at the plush skin. âAnd even better thing is that I can do thisâ he says hiking your dress up a bit to expose your panties.
His hand slid up pressing firmly on your clit. You let out a gasp before moved your panties to the side slipping his fingers under the fabric. He slid his fingers up and down your folds. You felt yourself becoming soaked as he played with you. âLook at yourself sweetheart. So beautiful. Iâm sorry I made you feel like I didnât think that. But actually I was trying so hard not to just jump you. Fuck. This dress just looks so good on you.â He says before pushing his fingers into your dripping core. His hand that was playing with your tits pulled down on the fabric, Letting your breast spill out.
âMy beautiful girl, let me show you how much I love you. How beautiful you are to me.â He says against your ear. You could only let out a groan in acceptance. He moved his fingers into curling them as he picked his pace up a little. He left sloppy kisses to your neck sucking at it, his other hand playing with your nipples. His body rutted against you and in all the pleasure your legs started to wobble.
âSeung- I-â you stuttered out not being able to finish your sentence.
He smiled before removing himself from you for a split second. He moved your body to face him kissing you hungrily. His hands gripped you close to him he slowly moved you backwards, letting you fall back to the bed. He got on top of you meeting your lips again. He fumbled to take his pants off as he kept kissing you not wanting to pull away. His tongue darted into your mouth wrestling with yours.
You could feel his cock now against your panties. However they werenât there long before seungmin was pulling them off. He let his cock glide up and down your folds collecting all your wetness. You moaned into the kiss hands finding his hair deepening the kiss. You could feel the warmth from his body against yours his hands wondering lower and lower before they slid into you once more. Fingers pumping into you as his cock slid against your clit.
âMinâ you said between breaths.
âYes sweetheart?â He said pulling away.
âPleaseâ you begged not knowing exactly what you wanted.
He hummed in response before pulling his fingers from you once more. You whined feeling the emptiness only to have seungmin pushing his tip against your entrance.
âThis what you want?â He said in a teasing tone.
You nodded âyes, want youâ
âAnything you want sweetheart Iâll give youâ he said.
He pushed himself slowly into you savoring the feeling as your walls clenched around him. He leaned down to kiss you again as he started to move. His hips rolling into you, cock hitting so perfectly at your cervix. He started off with slow, shallow movements before picking his pace up.
âY/n- fuck youâre so prettyâ he said looking down at you. The way you looked back at him eyes already hazy lost in the pleasure made his cock twitch. His hips snapped harshly pushing him deep into you.
âFuck!â You moaned out hands scrambling to hold onto him.
âShit- shitâ he said pulling out of you. He was so close already. He didnât wanna cum yet, he wanted this to last longer. Needed it to last longer, needed to make you cum first.
He moved his body down you, hastily attaching his mouth to your gaping hole. He pushed his tongue in to you. Hands coming down to grip your thighs, as he ate you out like a starved animal. His nose brushed against your clit making your body arch off the bed.
âMin! Seungmin!â You almost screamed hands gripping at his pretty locks. You bucked your hips into his tongue feeling your high getting closer.
âThatâs it- use me sweetheart- make yourself cum on my tongue.â He groaned. He let you move against his tongue. His cock twitching at your moans and the grip you had on his hair.
âShit! Min- Iâm- Iâm cumming!â You said gripping his hair harder. Legs clamping around him as your body stuttered chasing your high. Seungmin lapped at your juices licking everything you gave him. He rode out your high letting your body settle a bit. He pulled away from your core eyes glazed. His lips glistened with your juices licking them clean.
He moved quickly hovering over you once more. He pushed himself into your sensitive cunt moving sloppily into you. âMy beautiful baby. The love of my life. Mâsorry for making you feel the way you did. No more. Fuck- Iâll remind you every day how much I love youâ he babbled on.
You felt another orgasms sneaking up on you and as if seungmin could read your mind he moved a hand to your clit. Rubbing the overly sensitive nub in unison with his thrusts. The moans that escaped your lips drove him closer and closer to his high.
âGonna cum for me again? Please- fuck please cum with meâ he pleased. Eyes locked on yours now.
âClose Min, Iâm- Iâm close!â You admitted and he knew. He could feel your cunt clenching around him. Walls pulling him deeper into you.
He moved his hand once more to interlock with your hands. His body pressed against you as he rutted into you deeply. You felt his cock twitch before a guttural moan left his lips. You felt his warm cum spraying your walls coating them as his thrusts slowed a bit. The feeling of his cum mixed with the sounds he was making drove you over the edge. Fuck did he sound so hot.
Your legs gripped around him pulling him in even more before you came. The feeling making him let that sweet sound out again mixing with your own moans. Seungmins body fell to your side pulling you close to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around you kissing your shoulder softly as you both caught your breath.
You could feel his cum dripping out of you making you shiver a bit. âY/n, if you ever feel this way again tell me ok?â He said softly.
âI will, Iâm sorryâ you said breathily.
âHey, none of that donât apologize. Iâm the one that made you feel that way.â He said turning you to look at him. âI love you y/nâ
âI love you to Min. So so muchâ you said smiling fondly at him.
âLetâs get cleaned up, donât wanna ruin the pretty dressâ he said with a smile.
âOh yeah, I was gonna return itâ you said teasingly.
âNope. Never getting rid of itâ he said with a little chuckle.
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this is for you, @ttsbaby01
here's the piece that inspired this
1.5k words because who knew i needed to write something like this today. i kinda edited it, just a quick skim, though.
simon x f!reader,
tw: explicit smut, p in v, the usual, MDNI
Simon teaches Johnny some new tricks
The moment Simon saw you wince when Johnny pushed himself inside of you, that was all he needed to see. Incredible. For someone that brilliant, Johnny is obtuse when it comes to sex.
Maybe he's blinded by lust, who knows, but Simon almost grimaces at the pace he starts off with, and when he sees you flatten your feet on the bed to meet Johnny's thrusts, Johnny simply pins you down with his weight, forcing you still.
Poor you. All you wanted was to come, and Johnny couldn't even tell, too focused on pistoning his hips into you to meet his own end.
How greedy.
And when Johnny does come, Simon chuckles when he sees your face. Itâs mildly disappointed but unsurprisedâ like youâre used to it.
He watches Johnny kiss you before he pulls out and immediately gets up to shower. That's his cueâ the sorry excuse of a show is over. Simon's about to shut his laptop when he sees your hand slowly travel down to your aching pussy and circle your neglected clit with your fingers. Oh?
When he hears your pleasured moan again, he sits up on his chair, pupils expanding as he takes you in. Now this is what he wants to see.
Every delicious whimper and mewl that slithers out of your throat makes his cock twitch in his trousers. He can't help himself. Simon takes himself out and starts to pump according to the rhythm you've set.
Oh, you take it slow, sensual, for a bit, and then pick up the pace. Your moans start to get a little louder as you circle faster and press much smaller fingers into your abused cunt. He knows that his one finger could stuff you better than two of yours.
He knows that he could pull those sweet sounds out of you with his tongue flicking your clit, his stubble scraping your inner thighs raw, his fingers curling inside to find the rough patch of skin on your slick walls.
His eyes are shut as he squeezes himself, precum dribbling onto his knuckles, and when he hears you climaxâ airy, high-pitched moans that's a bloody symphony to his earsâ he also comes. Simon spills all over his hand and stomach, seed sticking to his happy trail, and he couldn't give a fuck less. You're the best thing he's heard in a very long time, and he's debating replacing the classical music he usually listens to at work with your voice.
Simon languidly opens his eyes to look at you on his screen, and the fucked-out, blissful look on your face is something that'll be engrained in his head forever.
He watches Johnny step out of the bathroom with a towel around his trim waist and lowers himself onto the bed to kiss you.
Simon shakes his head, and with his clean hand shuts the laptop. It seems he's gotta teach Johnny how to treat his girl right.
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"How was it, LT?" Johnny gloats.
Sighing, Simon pulls him into his office and takes out his personal laptop. "You tell me, Sergeant."
Johnny looks gutted when the video gets to Simon's favorite part.
"Yer jokin'." He sounds miserable, and Simon would feel bad if Johnny hadn't been a braggart about how he fucked you in the beginning.
"'Fraid not' Johnny. I gotta admit, I didn't take ya to be tha' selfish."
Johnny opens his mouth to defend himself when Simon silences him with a swipe of his gloved hand. "I can help ya, though. Let me teach ya how t'please her so tha' this embarrassment doesn't happen again, yeah?"
Johnny's eyes, colour a mix of sea and sky, shine brightly as he looks up at Simon. "Are ye serious?"
"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't."
Simon clenches his jaw painfully tight when Johnny agrees.
Only once Simon stands alone in his office does he let his emotions show. The sound of his fist hitting the desk fills the room, first with one resounding thump, then with another, leaving his knuckles throbbing. He's going to bloody ruin you.
Maybe Johnny will be willing to share you after all of this is said and done.
--
Johnny came to him later that day, letting him know that you had also agreed, but no mask at home. You won't sleep with someone whose face you can't see.
Simon almost took his mask off in exhilaration on the spot.
--
Simon has your legs propped on the edge of the bed as he lapped at your sopping cunt.
"Johnny, ya gotta focus here," he pointed his tongue and circled it around your swollen clit, making your back arch, and Johnny has to tighten his hold on you. He sat behind you, your back to his chest, his arms around you as he looked over your sweaty shoulder to watch Simon eat like a man starved.
"And gently curl your fingers inside, you're looking for..." he paused, the tendons in the middle of his wrist fluttering as he prodded until you were squealing, dripping slick down his hand. "That. You're looking for her sweet spot," he instructed.
Simon keeps rubbing your walls, and every movement has the obscene squelching of your drenched cunt getting noisier. "She's about t'come, I can feel her startin' to squeeze my fingers. Look at her, Johnny. That's the face ya wanna see," and then he turns his attention to you. "Come f'me, pet, let me hear ya."
He encircles your clit with his lips and sucks, and you shatter in Johnny's armsâ head thrown back onto his shoulder, trembling violently, loudly dry sobbing at the toe-curling ecstasy that's searing through your veins, stealing the very oxygen in your lungs. Simon doesn't stop thrusting his fingers, prolonging your pleasure, taking every bit of it for himself. It's the only time he'll be selfish.
Your head is clouded with arousal, numb from pleasure, and you can vaguely feel yourself being laid flat on the bed, limp legs hooked over shoulders, feet resting on a strong backâ muscles rippling with each movement.
There's a buzzing sound in your ears, and you can see Johnny's lips moving, talking to you, and then he's stepping away. You lazily turn your head to the side, and watch Johnny kneel by the side of the bed, gaze intense as he looks towards where Simon is. Then there's something hot, heavy, and thick pressing into your entrance, splitting you open, sensitive walls stinging at the stretch, and it goes deep, and even deeper stillâ it seems never-ending until there's a pinch in your lower stomach.
"Atta girl, love." Simon grips your jaw with one hand, and commands, "Eyes on Johnny, sweetheart. Let him see ya and let me hear ya."
And starts to pump his hips. The depths that he's in are devastating, it feels like he's rearranging your insides, which is strange because Johnny's got a monster in his pants as well, but this.
This is different.
You're so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it feels so much more intense, and you can't even try to hold back the keens that are being wrenched from you. Your vision is blurry with tears from overstimulation, but you keep your gaze on Johnny, and he looks painfully aroused. His cheeks are bright pink, his mouth slightly open as he pants, eyes molten as he looks at your cunt swallowing up someone else's cock.
God, he's so pretty.
You're brought out of your musings when Simon places a pillow underneath you, lifting your hips and changing the angle.
The way Simon fills you to the brim with his cock, pushing you to, if not past, your limit is just plain disrespectful.
And then he grabs your legs by the ankles, your thighs touching your chest, folding you in half like a napkin to start thrusting shallowlyâ the tip of his head gently jabbing into your g-spot.
Your head goes blank, vision white, and your mouth opens into a silent scream, or maybe not so silent, who knows who cares.
Simon thrusts 4 times before that coil in your stomach snaps like a pencil. Your cunt clamps down on him like a vice, unwilling to let him move, but he only grunts and starts to slam his hips into your soft arseâ spine rattling from the strength of him. He unrelentingly fucks you through your climax, hips never losing their rhythm.
He's bottoming out now, and you swear you can feel him in your throat, and he starts to pound into your used cunt. When you hiss from how tender you feel, Johnny cups your cheek and leans in to give you a soul-stealing kiss. It's sloppy, you can hear the slick sounds your mouths make, and when you moan into him, Simon's thrusts turn sloppy, choppy. Then he pulls out with a loud snarl to spurt thick, viscous cum directly over your puffy slit, coating your mons with it tooâ only to push himself back inside, head dripping with his seed, and slowly thrusts until he's overstimulated.
Simon gently lowers your legs back onto the bed, and you groan at the ache when you feel your blood rushing back to them.
"Fuck me," you mumble tiredly, and Johnny chuckles in response.
"Simon already did tha', bonnie." Johnny presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead and looks at Simon.
"I now ken what ye mean, LT. This was a different beast altogether."
You huff out a laugh because beast indeed.
Jesus.
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Part two of this story, where Robin discovers Steveâs type. A lot of people seemed interested in more, so here you go!Â
The conversation doesnât go quite the way Robin is expecting it. Sheâs fully prepared for Steve to launch into saying how confused he is because heâs feeling weird pants feelings for Eddie, but how does that work because he likes girls? Sheâs been mentally preparing herself for that exact discussion since she watched Eddie Munson call her best friend âBig Boyâ in the middle of committing grand theft auto. So when Steve starts talking, curled up on the gross linoleum tile of Family Video, sheâs taken by surprise. She doesnât even get the chance to answer his question before heâs throwing her prepared speech out the metaphorical window.Â
âThatâs stupid, you already told me that. Sharon Parker in the 5th grade, holding hands for Red Rover, blah blah blah, I know that. But likeâŚHave you ever acted different around a girl, and then one day, you realize itâs because you like her? Like, you had a crush on a girl without even realizing it? Does that make any sense?âÂ
It takes Robin a second to reboot, but the second she manages, Steve throws her even further off track.Â
âItâs just, Tommy H came by the other day, and he said some stuff that really has me thinking and-âÂ
Robin canât stop herself. As soon as she hears a name other than Eddie Munson, she has a hand out covering Steveâs mouth. He gives her a look, surprised and confused. Maybe a little annoyed. She valiantly ignores him because what he just said has her head spinning, and she needs to put a stop to it right now.Â
âSteve. My best friend in the whole universe. Iâm here for whatever you need and whatever you might be figuring out about yourself. You know Iâm going to support you 100% no matter what happens butâŚPlease. PLEASE tell me that you didnât just discover you have a crush on TOMMY H! He isnât even your type, Steve! He isnât even in the ballpark of your type! Heâs so far off itâs honestly kind of laughable and-âÂ
Now itâs Steve who puts a hand over her mouth.Â
âJesus, Robin! First of all, gross. Iâm not into Tommy, okay? Never gonna happen, not in a million years. And second, what the hell do you mean âmy type?â What the hell would you know about my type?âÂ
Robin carefully removes his hand from her face and shakes her head. She has absolutely no clue where this conversation is going, but thereâs still a chance it can work its way somewhere good. Somewhere Munson-related. And she owes it to Steve to listen to his crisis properly.Â
âNevermind, forget that. What happened with Tommy?âÂ
âOkay well, he came over, like I said. He was super wasted, and I guess he and Carol broke up? And he started talking about when we were friends, and how he always used to try and get closer to me. He said he almost asked me if I wanted to practice kissing once? And he talked about like, trying to touch me all the time, trying to make me laugh? Basically saying he had a crush on me, which was super weird.âÂ
Robin nodded, because really, she had no idea what to say to that.Â
âAnd then he kissed me. Which was kind of gross because he tasted like whisky and he was being all sloppy, like he wanted to eat my face. ButâŚâÂ
âBut?âÂ
âIt wasnât as gross as I would have expected I guess.âÂ
âI thought you said you didnât like him!âÂ
âI donât! It just, wasnât a totally horrible kiss okay? Only a little horrible.âÂ
Robin sighed and let her head tip back against the wall.Â
âOkay, Iâm not seeing your dilemma yet. Tommy liking you and kissing you is kind of weird sure, but it doesnât change anything about you.âÂ
Steveâs eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a puff of air. He looked small in this bathroom, scared in a way that Robin hated. They had faced down monsters, torture, long shifts with Keith. A conversation with his best friend should never have Steve looking that afraid, ever.Â
She reached out and took his hand in her, giving it a gentle squeeze.Â
âHey, itâs okay Steve. Tell me whatâs going on in that head.âÂ
âItâs justâŚSome of what Tommy said. About how he tried to get closer to me, to touch me and make me laugh and shit? I guess I realized that Iâm doing that stuff. With somebody else. And if Tommy did it because he liked me thenâŚâÂ
âYou think it might mean you like this person. ThisâŚguy?âÂ
âYeah. This guy.âÂ
There it was, the Eddie Munson of it all. Because Robin only knew of one guy that Steve spent his time with and would be trying to be touchy and close with. She had watched it happen with her own eyes, the way Steve would look for reasons to lean past Eddie, to put a hand on his shoulder, his back, once getting brave and putting a hand on his waist. Sheâd watched Eddie do the exact same things around Steve, too.
Part of her almost just comes out and tells Steve, that she knows who heâs talking about. Except he still looks unsure. He looks like he wants to throw up a little, and Robin has to fix that.Â
âYou know itâs okay right? For you to like this guy?âÂ
âI know. Itâs just weird, to realize I might like him that way. Normally I can figure out when Iâm into someone.âÂ
âWell, normally you arenât friends with the people youâre into first. That makes it confusing.âÂ
âAnd Iâm normally into people with boobies.âÂ
âThat too.âÂ
Steve lets out a tiny laugh, and it makes Robin beam. Something about Steve is lighter now, like somethings been lifted off his chest, something thatâs been there for a really long time without him knowing. She wants to tell him how much sheâs loves him. How much she cares about him and supports him. She wants to tell him about all her research, and fully explain to him her findings when it comes to âhis type.âÂ
She wants to tell him that she knows the guy he likes is Eddie. That she thinks Eddie might like him too.Â
The âring for serviceâ bell ruins her chance at saying any of it.Â
She and Steve both clamber off the floor, adjusting their vests before exiting the bathroom to greet whoever keeps ringing the stupid bell over and over again. Robin canât decide if itâs the best luck in the world, or the worst, when itâs Eddie Munson himself standing at the counter.Â
She leans towards best luck when she sees the way Steveâs cheeks go red.
A few people asked to be tagged if I did a part 2, so hopefully I do that right! Iâve got a few more parts planned, so if anybody else wants to be tagged let me know and Iâll do my best!
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Completely Yours â Miguel OâHara
pairing: Miguel OâHara x f!reader
warnings: non, itâs a good old fashioned hurt/comfort fic đ
an: I had a lot of fun writing this, thereâs nothing more comforting than a story where your love being in danger makes you realize youâre in love. anyway I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think â¨
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âUgh, Miguel, youâre brooding too loudly over there.â You groan, pausing the video playing on your tablet and looking at the tall man pacing on his platform.
Itâs easy for anyone who knows you to hear the lack of annoyance in your tone, and rather the concern laced within each syllable. As far as friendships go, the one you have with Miguel is the most meaningful one youâve had with anyone. Thereâs a sense of home and protection that falls between both of you whenever youâre together, at least on your side of things. You know thereâs nothing he wouldnât do for you, and the same applies to you; he might be taller, stronger, and smarter but youâd protect him with your bare hands if necessary. The fact that you have a ridiculous and hopeless crush on him doesnât help.
Setting the tablet down, you stand up and shoot a web towards the freakishly ominous platform before hauling yourself upwards. âDid they cancel your telenovela, hot stuff?â
Miguelâs back is turned to you, and he glances at you over his shoulder when you make your way towards him. âItâs more complicated than that.â He sighs and steps aside, gesturing towards the big screen in front of him.
âNo internet connection up here.â You say solemnly; from where you stand you can tell the blinking letters on the screen are an error message âa failed code, but youâre not about to tell Miguel that. It would undermine his surprise when you whip out some smart rhetoric in a moment of need. âTragic.â
âNo, smartass, Iâm trying to improve our algorithm, but I canât figure it out how to do it yet.â Miguelâs eyes scan the screen, his hands placed on his hips and his weight settled on his right leg. You shift your eyes from his back to the error message and smile.
âCan I try?â You ask, concealing the mischief that possesses your body at the idea of getting under Miguelâs skin. âMaybe I can fix it.â
The fact that your grump of a friend steps aside to let you take a look at the code speaks on his stress. Heâs tired, you can tell, the shadow under his eyes is darker today; he most likely didnât sleep trying to get this to work. You shouldnât make fun of it, you know that, and making a joke is not going to help fix this. But you also need you friend to relax before he gets a neck spasm. Miguel is grumpier than usual when his neck hurts.
You step close to the screen and analyze the code, itâs impossible to know whatâs wrong at a glance âthis isnât your forteâ but you pretend to. Biting your tongue to keep from laughing you tilt your head and hum. âI see whatâs wrong.â
âWhat?â The sliver of hope in Miguelâs voice tempts you to abort mission and leave him alone. But who would you be if you didnât annoy him?
âThere is not a single legible word in this mess, babe.â You shake your head and place your hands on your hips as he always does. âNo wonder your computerâs struggling, this is gibberish.â
âI thought youââ Miguel groans and covers his face with his hands staring up at the ceiling. âPor que yo? Por que yo? Por que yo?â
Naturally you start laughing, arms around you stomach when it begins to hurt. âHonestly, itâs on you. Crazy that you didnât see it coming, baby.â The endearment falls easily off your tongue, all of them do, you gave up hiding how smitten you are a long time ago. Itâs not like Miguel is ever going to act on it or make things weird. No matter how much it hurts you on the inside, this is a one-sided thing youâve gotten used to.
Miguel turns to look at you, clear annoyance in the pinch of his eyebrows before it lessens when you smile at him. He sighs in defeat, shaking his head at you. âWhy do I even let you come here?â
âOh, come on.â You smile stepping closer to the edge of the platform and shooting a web at each opposing wall. âYou were so stressed; Iâm trying to get you to relax.â Making sure both webs are safely attached, you jump on the makeshift tightrope finding your balance at once.
Miguelâs amused, you can tell by the way his eyes seem to catch on your actions before he goes back to his computer. âThis isnât a game, the algorithmââ
âIs not as serious as you think either, try to relax. You should join my yoga class.â You shrug, jumping up and down on the rope before it snaps. Having seen it coming you shoot a web at the ceiling and catch yourself at the same time Miguelâs red webs pull you back to the platform and towards him.
âCuidado.â
His eyes lock on yours, vexed at first before the shift into something softer when your arms go around him. You press your cheek on his chest, trying to push your affection onto him, let him know how appreciated he is. You hope the nano-tech allows it. âSorry.â You mutter, voice muffled.
Miguelâs arms go around you and he holds you to him; you resist melting into his hold. âItâs okay, you were right.â
Those three words are enough to make you step back and look up at him, smirk on your face. âWhat was that?â
He chuckles under his breath and looks away. âThereâs no way Iâm repeating that.â
Youâre about to say something else when you hear someone call from the labâs floor âMIGUEL!!â
A chorus of voices follow the initial call, all coming from the labâs entrance, and youâre quick to jump down and greet the three teenagers that walk in. âCareful guys, heâs moody today.â You warn with a smile.
âSame as always then?â Gwen says before all four of you giggle.
âThisâll cheer you up!â Pavitr says, before messing with his watch and sending something Miguelâs way. âAnother mission complete.â
âSo you did your job.â Miguel says once the platformâs closer to the ground. âCongratulations, hereâs another one.â
Lyla pops up in front of Milesâ face and fixes her pink glasses. âNew anomaly on earth 55. Itâs a Vulture variant, Gwen takes point.â
âWhy is she always the leader?â Miles complains, gesturing towards Gwen.
But the teenager ignores him and nods once, a determined look on her face before Lyla blinks away. âLetâs go.â
âWait just one more thing.â Pavitr says, stopping Gwen and Miles on their tracks. âI have a question!â
âWeâre full of answers.â You shrug before Miguel can shut down the kid. âAsk away.â
âIs there a monarchy on earth 928? It seems too futuristic to have one. Please tell me they got rid of it.â
âOther than the one in here?â You ask, a smile on your face as mischief makes another grand appearance.
Miguel mutters your name in warning, almost as if thinking youâd reveal the details of Miguelâs earth to the young Spider-Man. It makes you throw your hands up in mock surrender. âWhat? There is a monarchy here! I mean after allâŚâ
Miguel turns to look at you, eyebrow raised and an unamused look on his face. The teenagers wait expectantly as well, until you open your mouth.
âYouâre the king of my heart.â
Everyone groans at your bad joke, and you throw your head back laughing. Resorting to humor to let out all the feelings you have for the one you love, pathetic but necessary. Miguel sighs and turns back to his computer, but youâre almost sure heâs holding back a smile.
âDonât you have work to do?â Miguel calls over his shoulder, arching a menacing eyebrow at the teenagers. Itâs enough to make them scramble out of his lab, pushing each other to get to the entrance faster.
âGet ready,â Miguel then tells you. His mask covers his face once more, and you mourn not seeing his handsome face anymore. âAnomaly on earth 7832, youâre coming with me.â
âYou got it baby.â You smile brightly, hopping onto the platform again and putting your mask back on.
âCome on.â Miguel huffs, but his tone is lighter than before. The hug helped, you smile in triumph though he canât see it.
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âThe anomaly is a goblin variantâ Miguel explains once the two of you make it out of the portal. âWe need to take him away from this dimension.â
As you look at the buildings around you, shiny and modern, Miguel keeps briefing you on the matter at hand. The Goblin is going to Oscorp, thinking he can have his revenge on those who wronged him. However, this Oscorp hasnât wronged him, it might have before but the goblin from this dimension already took many lives years ago. Miguel needs your camouflage, as youâre the only Spider-Man with this power other than Miles âthough youâd rather have his venom powers instead, theyâre so much cooler.
âI need you to trail him.â Miguel turns to look at you and places a hand on your shoulder. âLyla will track him for you, and I wonât be far behind. Just stop him before he gets there and⌠be careful.â The last two words are said with emphasis, and it makes you smile. He worries so much; it gives away just how much his heart feels.
âCarefulâs my middle name, handsome.â You blow him a kiss before you swing yourself off the building.
âOh really, most of your records might disagree.â Miguel tells you on your watch and you can hear that cocky smile on his face.
âI hope you caught my kiss.â You ignore his jab, smiling under your mask as you swing yourself upwards and let go, doing a flip mid-air and shooting another web. âLyla, am I close to our guy yet?â
âClosing in.â Her voice comes from your watch. âThree blocks.â
âBetter turn invisible.â Miguelâs voice follows, itâs more agitated that before which you know means heâs trailing after you. Though youâre not nervous, a sense of relief washes over you at the knowledge that heâs close. âAnd no more talking, this is a stealth operation.â
âSure thing, baby cakes.â You agree, âCatch you in a bit.â You make sure youâre camouflaged one block before you intercept the anomaly, staying silent, and focused on the mission. That is, until you pass a lilac and orange storefront. âOh that milkshake place closed last year! Can we go back, later. Please.â
Your voice is merely a gasp, but Miguelâs chastises you. âY/Nâ
âIâm gonna take it as a yes.â You shrug before going silent once more.
You spot the Goblin when you turn the corner of the last block. Heâs green and wears a yellow hood on his head, his glider looks a lot like wings with green lights on the bottom. The anomaly is heading for a window, to break into the building mode likely but your donât let him.
Shooting a new web and launching yourself upwards, you kick his glider to destabilize him and miss his shot. Heâs definitely confused at what happened and even more so when you shoot two webs at his feet and pull. âIâve engaged the anomaly, where are you?â You ask Miguel, showing yourself to your opponent so he can follow you to the rooftop.
The Goblin is faster than you, especially with his high-tech glider âyouâve never seen one so advancedâ and he snatches you from the edge of the building then proceeds to throw you on the rooftopâs floor.
âHow rude.â You shake your head at him, camouflaging again and slipping underneath the floating board heâs perched on. You shoot your webs at the blue ventilation system, knowing it will overheat it until it explodes before a series of red ropes latch onto the equipment and pull it away from the Goblinâs feet.
You roll to your right to avoid his body falling on top of you, at the same time an explosion goes off in your vicinity. Miguel stands there, as the gliderâs smoke clears behind him, head cocked to the side. âIâm here.â He states when you stop camouflaging.
âYou know, you really have to work on your one liners.â You shake your head. âMiss me? Wouldâve been a much cooler thing to say.â
Neither of you can do anything else as suddenly six explosives are thrown both your ways. In a second, you shoot your webs are them, pulsing the shooter three times to change the webâs pattern and create a net-like trap you throw to your left. âExcuse me, we were having a moment here?â
The empty parking lot on the neighboring building shudders at the explosion and thatâs when the Goblin attacks.
You try to put up a fight, and so does Miguel but the Goblin stronger than you. Though you manage to get some good punches in, his are stronger and knock the air out of you. Heâs fast, too fast for one person to catch up with him, and even with you and Miguel running yourselves ragged, itâs hard to keep up. His bombs run out eventually âyou kept throwing them to the empty parking lot, which worsened his moodâ and you can focus on keeping Goblin still. The issue is, that no matter how many webs you shoot at his limbs, he snaps them easily before going back to exchanging punches with Miguel.
You try to pin his arms one more time, but he sends you backwards with a kick to your stomach.
You scream one of Miguelâs most common expletives, frustrated with yet another failed plan. âOkay. Babe, I have an idea, but you gotta help me out.â You tell Miguel, voice breathless, as he struggles with the anomaly.
âTell me.â He grunts, trying to keep Goblin from escaping the rooftop, if he reaches the door and gets inside there would be too many people to look after.
âI hold him still and you bite him; I think itâs the only way to cage him.â
When you see Miguel nod, you get to work. You begin by shooting webs to the side of the buildings, much like you did back at Miguelâs lab, before attaching them to the Goblinâs body. His arms and legs are next, which you manage to hold down by circling him until theyâre tight enough that he canât move. Miguel uses his red webs to hold him too, and the front of his mask disappears showing his teeth as he approaches the anomaly. But the Goblinâs stronger than anything youâve fought before and in mere seconds snaps one web, then another, until suddenly and with an ear piercing scream heâs free and sending a well-placed blow to your chest that leaves you breathless.
Youâre out of webs thanks to your plan as he stands before you âto finish the job youâre sureâ but itâs hard to focus on anything other than your shortness of breath. Miguelâs voice is muffled when it reaches you as he tackles the Goblin, grabbing at his neck with his claws. You take the opportunity to take off your mask, gasping for air and trying to get your rising panic in check. It barely lasts though, because the anomaly gets away, slipping through Miguelâs clutches, and going back to you. His green claw snatches you from the floor, making you grunt in pain as he jumps to the other building. Next thing you know, the Goblin lets go of you between the two buildings and your stomach drops. You activate your web-shooters in the hopes that even the smallest bit of web can help you but it isnât your lucky day. Your body is in free-fall and the wind mutes the words coming out of Miguelâs mouth.
All you manage to hear is his scream, a desperate sound, followed by him diving to rescue you without hesitation. You can sense how his mind goes over the million ways he can grab and not injure you. Not even his bright-red webs can help you, heâd snap your back in two or detach a limb. But he will help you, youâre sure of that. You see him get momentum from the building in front of you before he dives in your direction, arms tight to his sides to gain speed. Once youâre within reach, his arms go around you, enveloping you completely before he turns around so his body receives the impact as you crash through a glass window on the opposite building.
âGo get him.â You groan, body limp on top of his.
Your lack of comment on your position is enough to worry Miguel. He was expecting something that would make him roll his eyes and hold back a smile as he always does when heâs with you. If you wanted some alone time, you couldâve asked, big guy. Woah, take me out to dinner first, handsome. He can hear it so clearly in his mind that your silence at present causes a wave of anxiety to rise in his sternum.
âYouâre hurt.â Miguel states, voice strained as he lies you down gently on the floor.
âIâve seen worse.â You shake your head. âGo find him, Iâll catch up.â Itâs a blatant lie, and you know Miguel can tell. He can see youâre barely awake, how youâve turned a shade closer to grey, how clammy your forehead looks and a quick glance at your abdomen confirms his first guess. He thinks at once, internal bleeding.
He talks to Lyla through his watch but you canât make out a single world after the systemâs name because youâre trying really hard to concentrate on breathing. Since when do you have to think about breathing? Youâre suddenly bathed in tangerine light as a portal opens behind Miguel, and though heâs still in a hurry to get you back to the Society, he takes his time as he picks you up.
The movement is gentle but you still whine in pain, a string of curses flying past your lips. âHow do I say motherfucker in Spanish?â You ask Miguel as your eyes fall closed.
âItâll be over soon. Just look at me, okay?â His voice is tight yet calm despite the disastrous turn the missionâs taken. âDonât close your eyes, you have to stay awake.â
You open them weakly âitâs so hard to stay awake all of a suddenâ and look at his illuminated profile. His chiseled jaw, beautiful but so tense youâre sure heâll crack a tooth. Youâre in pain, slowly feeling like youâre fading away into nothing, but you canât bear to see Miguel so stressed.
âHey,â You whisper, and he looks down, his expression softening. âItâs Guasha right?â
âWhat?â Miguel looks so confused youâd laugh if it didnât hurt to breathe.
âThe secret to your cheekbones, babe.â You mumble.
Miguel squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, not annoyed but something else you canât figure out. âAs if Iâd tell you.â He tells you, rolling his eyes at you in that fond way of his.
He steps through the portal and a moment later youâre back at the society, spidermen walking left and right to their own dimensions and missions. Miguelâs quick to bring you to the med-bay, at least thatâs where you assume you are until you pass out.
It turns out, you were put under so the Spider-Medics could operate on you. Everythingâs fine, they reassure you when you wake with a start, a couple of needles pricking your skin. Your eyes search for a familiar tall figure, brooding, handsome, the light of your eyes, but you canât find it. So, you let the doctors run their tests and give you their diagnostics without another word. It takes a whole day for you body to heal and feel better, all while waiting for Miguel to show up.
He doesnât. Not once.
Once youâre dispatched with an all clear and a lollypop, you immediately open a portal back home. Thereâs no use going to see Miguel at his lab. If he doesnât want to see you, thatâs fine. You get it, you ruined his mission and heâs gorgeously pacing in front of his many computer screens. But thereâs also the gentle way heâd spoken to you, the look heâd given you before you passed out⌠No, itâs just childish wistful thinking. Youâre the last person he'd like to see at the moment. Youâre sure of that.
When you get home, youâre quick to turn on the radio and sync it to the police channel. Maybe chasing some bad guys will clear your head, take your mind away from the heartache threatening to consume you âitâs even worse than your previously broken ribs. But you shower and change back into your suit and no such luck; not even a small robbery to stop. With nothing else to do, you go up the fire escape and to the rooftop just in time to see the sun set in the horizon. It bathes your New York in orange; itâs not nearly as modern as Miguelâs but itâs loud and fun regardless.
âOne would think that after that fall, youâd avoid heights for a while.â Miguelâs voice comes from somewhere behind you but it doesnât startle you.
âOccupational hazard.â Is all you say, staring ahead as your heart aches in more ways than one; for your own feelings and his likely regret of bringing you along to Earth 7832. âIâm sorry.â
âWhy are you sorry?â
You refuse to look at him, guilt eating you up from the inside out. âMiguel, I ruined your mission.â
âYou didnât.â Miguel sighs. âWhy would you think that?â
You huff, then look down at your hands and twist your gloved fingers. âI know youâre mad, donât lie to me.â
You hear him approach you, his footfalls getting closer before he places something next to you. You look to your right and see it, the lilac paper cup with the orange logo and white straw. What? You take it in your hand and examine it in the sun. âIs this?â
âThey closed a year ago, right?â
You turn then, and the sight of Miguel standing there increases your yearning tenfold. Heâs bathed in orange light from the sunset, it casts sharp shadows on one side of his face as the wind tousles some rogue strands of his hair. It should be illegal really, to be so beautiful you bring people to tears.
The worst thing is that heâs not mad, you can tell by the way his jaw isnât tense like a day ago. His brows are relaxed, and his eyes scan your face as if drinking you in. It makes your eyes tear up, much to his shock. If heâs not been angry at you, then he didnât go to see you because he doesnât care. You thought you were good friends, despite him trying to conceal it; heâs let you hang out with him all the time, never once has kicked you out of his lab, has taken you with him to multiple missions. YetâŚ
âYou left.â You murmur tearily.
Miguel sighs and sits next to you, his back to the sun and his hands falling between his legs. His shoulder hunch, as he shakes his head. âDo you know how close you were toâŚâ
âThey said everything was fine.â
âYou almost died.â Miguelâs voice isnât loud but the pain with which he murmurs those three words make you grimace.
âOh.â
Miguel shakes his head. âI was scared to lose you.â His right hand reaches for yours and you take it, moving the milkshake to your other side to scoot closer to him. âI might be strong, but not when it comes to seeing you in pain.â
âAnd after that?â You turn to face him, big fat tears fall down your cheeks, and Miguel wipes them away, setting your skin on fire and comforting you at the same time. âYou still didnât come. I thought weââ
âI was thinking.â He tells you softly, a hushed confession.
âOf course you were.â Even though youâre confused by his words, a grin makes its way to your face. Heâs ridiculous. âAbout what? the multiverse perishing âcause of the bad guy we let escape?â
Miguel shakes his head before holding your chin between his thumb and index finger âThe fact I was so overtaken by fear when you got hurt I could barely think; that I canât live without you; that Iâm completely yours without even knowing when it happened.â
âYouâre mine?â You question, eyes widening in surprise, heartbeat raising at the same time as your hopes with his words. âYou meanââ
âThat I love you?â He chuckles at your expression, his eyes looking at yours fondly; âAccording to Lyla, everyone knows I do but you. I thought the milkshake would give it away.â
âMiguel, I thought I was the obvious one. Iâm always ââ
âYou were, baby, you wereâ Miguelâs hand slowly moves to your cheek, eclipsing it in size as your body lights up at the endearment. âI was hesitant but Iâm not anymore.â
âSo you got me a milkshake.â You smile, widely this time as you move even closer to him. Damn this man and his acts of service love language.
âI would get you whatever you want, you know that.â Miguelâs voice drops to a whisper at your proximity, his hold on your cheek pulling you closer to his face.
âAnd you looove me.â You tease him, brushing your nose tenderly against his; thereâs nothing youâve wanted more than to shower him with all the affection you have for him. It turns out you have a chance to do it after all.
He rolls his eyes with nothing but adoration, and love. âNever stood a chance.â
âWish it didnât take falling to my death to tell me, hot stuff.â You murmur, brushing your lips against his, drunk with your feelings and the idea of loving him freely, no jokes needed. âYouâre the one that bites out of both of us.â
Miguel chuckles and you lean close, closing the gap between you and kissing his lips like youâve dreamed of for a long while. Your hands move to his hair as you pull him closer and a noise gets caught in the back of Miguelâs throat. His own hand on your cheek tilts your face to the side before his tongue brushes your bottom lip to open you up to him. Thereâs no testing the waters, no hesitation. No, this is something youâve clearly wanted for a long time and after the events from yesterdayâs mission thereâs no way youâre delaying this anymore. You sigh into his mouth, intoxicated in the best way from the taste of him, coffee and something sweet that makes you gravitate even closer to him.
Youâre left dizzy and happy beyond words when you part, your lips chasing his for a moment before you press your forehead against Miguelâs.
âHermosa,â Miguel murmurs. You can feel his eyes on you as he ghosts his lips across your chin, your cheek and jaw, as your mouth shifts to a grin. No one but you knows your moody vampire is so loving.
You move to sit on his lap, your side to his front, smiling widely at the content look you find on his face when you look up. Completely unguarded, for you.
âOkay moment of truth.â You announce, reaching over and taking the paper up in your hands. Your hands cover your face as soon as you take a sip, the creamy chocolate taste coating your mouth and releasing endorphins to your system.
âWhat?â Miguel asks, his protective mode rising to the surface for a moment before you smile. It makes him shake his head.
âOhmygod, I missed this so much!â You cry out, taking another sip and sighing in content. âMight have to pop by and get another one every now and then.â
âIf thereâs another mission there maybe,â Miguel concedes, arms going around your waist to pull closer. âMaybe.â
âYou did it though.â You remind him, cheek resting on his chest, making your words come out muffled.
âIâm in charge,â He shrugs, self-assured smile clear in his tone.
âYouâre no fun.â You sink against his chest, breathing him in and taking in his warmth. Until a memory flashes in your mind, making you light up and look at him again. âWAIT. Was that a joke earlier?â
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*por que yo? (why me?)
*hermosa (beautiful)
*cuidado (careful)
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WHAT DOES YOUR PERSON WANT TO DO TO YOU? 18+ themes.
This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesnât. If you donât feel the pile resonates with you, donât be scared to try another, if it still doesnât feel right, thatâs ok! Maybe our energies arenât as connected and my readings are not for you.
I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I donât change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 20-30 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.
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I asked my spirit guides what the person youâre thinking about would do to you if they could, this was crazy so pick a picture to find out!
Pile 1 âââ> Pile 2 âââ> Pile 3
PILE 1
Broâs fantasising, I put my music on shuffle and got this one song which triggered a memory of when I had a crush on this girl and sat in the car staring out of the window creating scenarios about her to the song lmao, so I feel as though your person may be on the same wavelength as me.
My entire body hurt during this reading, I was having full body channeling which was crazy for me, but as soon as I wrote down that my back and stomach were killing me, the pain went away, so your person may want to metaphorically break your back and possibly even get you pregnant, I was also randomly sweating like crazy so itâs gonna be steamy when they get to have you, I feel like you guys will be going for multiple rounds until both of you are absolutely exhausted and canât take anymore.
Not going to lie, I see this being someone from the past? #Fuckexes. (Not literally.)
Firstly they may stalk your social media or keep tabs on you, I notice someone gasping at the others breasts if you have those, if they have breast than Iâm pretty sure you love them, this is the type of conversation when someone canât stop looking at the others breasts and is barely paying attention to the conversation.
They wanna watch you play with yourself, they may even want you to send them a video of you touching yourself.
For some of you I can see that they like butt-play, and they like having from behind cus they really enjoy your butt and shoulders, they may like to leave kisses or hickeys on the back of your shoulders. They may also only really see you in a room full of people romantically, but I do get senses that this person may have or might cheat if you were or get into a relationship.
PILE 2
They wanna wine and dine you prior to having sex with you, and I think that they also want to learn what youâre into and have a long winded conversation about both of your boundaries. They also really enjoy your breasts, or you enjoy theirs, I can see that either of you may want to leave a lot of kisses or hickeys there; maybe even for other people to see if you or they enjoy wearing low cut shirts and dresses.
They seem very gentle and worry about your pleasure more than their own, they do want to do some type of butt stuff with you. (What is it with the butt stuff today?) They want to eat the booty or go the full way with it.
At the end they want you to reward their hard efforts with some good oleâ head.
PILE 3
They want to offer a relationship before having sex with you, I do get the vibe that this could be a future spouse who picks you up after heartbreak as we have both the 4 of wands and the 3 of swords. This is the tile of sex that has you forgetting about all the bad things in your life and in the world.
Thereâs only one card in the spread where sheâs not covering her stomach and itâs while sheâs watching him count his money so you may only think about getting pregnant after you know they have enough money to sustain you and the baby (they do, they live a life of luxury.) Or you may show them that you have enough money before they think of allowing you to get them pregnant.
They want to take you from behind, finally we have a pile that doesnât refer to butt-play (amen.) Theyâre pretty masculine so they would want to take over all of the masculine roles.
You may find them sneaking a glance at your breasts when you first meet.
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I Wanna Ruin Our Frienship (Geto x F!Reader)
Summary: You want to try out a tiktok trend with your friend who you maybe have a crush on
Word Count: 1.1k
Content: Fluff :)
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Youâve been seeing this trend all over tiktok for quite some time, but you never got the time - or courage - to try it out. You had a not so low-key crush on one of your friends, Suguru. His beautiful appearance was easier to resist when you didnât know him closely, but lately his soft voice, his pretty eyes, and his silky hair have been plaguing your thoughts.
So you finally got the time and the courage to try this trend on him, confessing your attraction to him in disguise. And you could use the trend as a perfect cover-up, in case he didnât like you back. Easy-peasy!
Youâre both sitting in the parking lot in your car, having just done shopping for your essentials, snacks, instant ramen, coffee and period care stuff.Â
âSuguru, thereâs this trend on tiktokâŚâ You start, setting your phone on the dashboard and turn to him with your best puppy eyes. âWill you do that with me, please?â looking straight into his pretty eyes is never easy, but with the plan in your head itâs even difficult.
âYou know I canât say no when you look at me like that.â He whines, but the steady smirk on his beautiful face says otherwise. You love the way his bangs fall on his face, they compliment him well, you think. âWhatâs the trend?â
âI canât tell you that yet,â you giggle. âIâm recording it just for us anyways,â
âOkay,â he relents with a sigh. âAt least tell me how to act.â
âOh, just be yourself,â you keep it vague. âIâd prefer your honest reaction,â
âReally?â he draws out, almost purring in your ear. You have to deliberately suppress the shiver that threatens to come down your spine. Sometimes, you think he does stuff like this deliberately just to get a reaction out of you. Instead, you grin at him, and press record on your phone and the audio starts to play.
Jenny darling, youâre my best friend, you lip sync, looking at Suguruâs smiling face in the video. You just pray that he hasnât come across this trend yet.
But thereâs a few things that you donât know of, the song continues, and Geto turns to you with a confused frown on his brow. He looks you up and down as if trying to decipher you, to see through the lyrics.
Why I borrow your lipstick so often, you lip sync, and Geto wets his tongue, pretty eyes jumping back and forth between the camera and you, extremely confused at the lyric.
Iâm using your shirt as a pillowcase, you continue, finally turning to him. You bite your lip as you think of your next move, body heating up in anticipation of his reaction. Heâs looking at you now, foxy eyes focused completely on you.
Leaning forward, you put your hands on the collar of his t-shirt and pull him close so that your noses touch as the speaker says, I wanna ruin our friendship. You could swear he looked about as nervous as you felt and when you let him go without kissing him, he too had a pretty pink flush on his face, breathing heavily.
We should be lovers instead. He doesnât look very happy with that. Youâre scared that youâve pushed too far, but then his big hand gently wraps around your throat and pulls you to him, kissing you properly. His lips fit against yours perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle meant to go together, so soft, so delicious and all-consuming. Geto has the best pair of lips that youâve ever kissed.
Youâre flustered, shocked, delighted and feeling like a dream all at the same time with the intensity of Getoâs kiss. His hand doesnât leave your neck as the song continues to play, long fingers pressing down on your pulse point, making you shiver. The video stops when the time exceeds, and you finally pull back, nearly panting with the intensity of your emotions.
âIf you needed an excuse to kiss me you shouldâve said so,â Geto tries to sass you, hiding his pink face behind his hand. Heâs playing with his bangs, a habit youâve noticed he does when he is nervous.Â
âI think both of us know who actually kissed who, Mister,â you sass him, suddenly feeling very confident. âI can still feel your hand on my neck,â
He clears his throat again, attempting to gather himself. His pretty eyes, usually full of confidence and looking straight into your soul, are averted as he asks, âSo⌠did that song mean anything?â
âOnly if this kiss means something to you,â you say, shying away from his words.
âGods, Iâve wanted to do that for so long now,â he says, the tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. If it wasnât for his damned voice, heâd be easier to ignore. âIâm sorry I kissed you so suddenly,âÂ
âWe both know you donât mean that, pretty boy.â You say, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk. You put your hands on his collar, pulling him close yet again to kiss him. He hits record on your phone once again, putting his hands on the small of your back to pull you as close as he can to the passengerâs side. This kiss is less intense than the first one, but so much more intimate - your lips move in a graceful dance, savouring each other's perfume, taste and the feelings that the kiss surfaced.
âDarling,â Geto purrs against your lips, forehead resting on yours and noses touching. âYou should let me take you out to dinner first,â
âYou need to ask me to dinner first then,â you whisper, lips brushing against his.
âIâm asking you now,â He says. âLetâs have dinner outside tonight, just the two of us. What do you think?â
âIâd love that,â you whisper before planting another peck on his lips then separating. You pat your thighs, getting ready to drive back to Jujutsu Tech. You can feel the change in the stale air of the car, but itâs a good change. Geto takes your phone to send the tiktoks to himself, grinning like an idiot. You like Suguru just a bit too much, and you hope that he likes you a bit too much too. But there are still things to figure out, and you donât want to worry about that yet.Â
The two of you are awfully cheery on the drive back, and it doesnât go unnoticed by your friends. They donât question you, yet. Youâre getting ready, dressed in a lovely shade of red and applying a lipstick to match when a loud shriek deafens you. Getting out of the bathroom, you see Shoko and Satoru sitting on either beds of the room, a hastily dressed Suguru rushing in, trying to snatch away the phone in Satoruâs hand, veins popping out on his forehead.
âGive me back my phone!â Geto yells, lunging at Satoru.Â
A/N: Man's so pretty I wanna kiss him stupid
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I'm Sorry
Billie Eilish x female reader !
A/n: saw this video on tiktok of this girl accidentally breaking a gift her bf got her and her being so apologetic, and I can just imagine how bill would be with you:(
Summary: Billie reassures you when you accidentally break her gift.
Warnings: none just fluff ! Kinda angst tho ??
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It was time again. Your birthday, just another year of getting older. You were currently laying in bed, half asleep as the sun was shining through the curtains. You then feel hands on your shoulders. "Babyy, its your birthday!" Billie sings as she says that. You cover your face. "Does it have to be." She plops down on the bed. "Oh come on, it's not every day you're 21!" You open an eye to see she had a few gifts. Your other eye opens as you look at her. "Bubba, I thought we agreed on two at most." She puts her finger up to your lips. "I couldn't help myself."
You sigh with a bright smile, sitting up to prepare for her little gifts. She hands you the first one, some clothes you had been wanting. Next up, some skin care. She was always so thoughtful of the things you needed. And lastly, maybe your favorite. You open up the wrapping revealing a glass red rose. You marvel at it. "I know how much you love roses and how upset you get when they start to die, but this way you can have it all the time." She smiles at you. Your eyes meet hers as you almost have tears in them. You leap over to hug her tightly.
"Thank you baby! I love it so so much." She smiles. "Knew you would." Her hands grab your face, thumb swiping over your cheek. "Happy birthday angel." She leans in to kiss you softly, so glad you like the gifts. "Some of them came from your mother. I put them in a vase already for you." You then kiss her cheek, placing the glass rose down on the bedside table. "Thank you babe, I'll go smell them soon."
A few days pass and you honestly had the best birthday ever, Billie was spoiling you like crazy. Took you out for a nice meal too. Today you were working from home, doing some needed chores along the way. Bill was at Finneases working on some stuff in his studio. You did take a small break though. Getting into bed and scrolling for a glass case to put around your new gift. Just to make sure it's safe. You go to grab your water, but as you do. Eyes glued to your screen. You hear a shatter. Uh oh. Your head turns slowly.
Panic rising within you. "Fuck. No no no." You say frantically trying not to freak out. You get on the floor picking up the pieces. Shit. It was really broken. You cry. Cry because you broke the sweetest gift, given by the sweetest person and you broke it. You curse at yourself. You feel so stupid. You're an idiot your brain tells you.
How.
Could.
You.
You grab the pieces, but as you do you accidentally cut your finger. "Shit!" You winced. How could this get any worse. You pick up any remaining shards. Standing up and contemplating. She was gunna hate you. You thought. You don't blame her, you had only just got it. Your hands go to your hair, all these bad thoughts rushing through. You were going to have a shower after you got the case. But now you don't even need the case because you stupidly broke the rose. So. Stupid. Your tears still streaming down your face, you felt so awful. The image of Billie being so hurt right after she was so excited giving it to you.
You get into the shower, sliding down the wall. All you could think about was how she was going to react when she comes home. The hot water ran over your crying form. You hadn't even heard the front door open and Billie calling out like she always does. Until you hear faint footsteps and the bathroom door open. "Baby?" Had she seen it yet...
"Y-yeah.." You reply, she opens up the curtain to see you in the position you were in. Confused as anything. "What's going on love?" She always knew when something was bothering you. "I'm so sorry." You pathetically cry out. "Baby, talk to me." She says stopping the water from running. You just shake your head, lip quivering. "Sweetheart, please." You take a moment. "Don't hate me." You weakly say. "How could I ever?" Her bewilderment made your heart ache more for what you are about to tell her.
"Go look on my bedside floor." Your voice was hushed. So incredibly worried as she goes to do so. Her eyes land on the last little bits of glass, looking at the shattered mess on your table. Her heart breaks, but not because you broke it and most definitely by accident. It was because you were so upset, she hated seeing you upset. She comes back in the room to you still in tears. "Bub, hey. It's ok." - "it's not. Im so sorry I'm so-" She stops your apologies. "Baby. We can fix it. It's fixable. And if not I'll just buy you another. I swear to you. It's all ok."
Her voice was tender. So soft and reassuring. Your crying settles just a bit. "Are you sure?" She nods. "So incredibly sure. I'm not mad my girl, never ever would be." Her hand extends out for yours. You take it and get out of the shower. "Are you hurt?" You pout at how sweet she was, you loved this woman to absolute death. "What?" She chuckles. You just shake your head. "Youre just so kind, I love you." She brings you in for a hug, you wrap your arms tightly around her. She couldn't give a single fuck that your body was dripping wet.
It lasted for a long time, before she pulls back and looks at you. "I did just a tiny bit but I'm ok." You state. "Where abouts?" You show her the red mark on your thumb, she grabs it. Bringing it to her lips as kissing it gently. "Like I said before if we can't fix it I'll buy a new one, this time with a case."
"Great idea."
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No lies last forever, part 2: the (over)due confirmation
With the Happy Sad Confused Tenth Anniversary Live Special being made available online, I think all doubts have now been lifted about the entire Intergalactic Bullshit this fandom has been deliberately fed for years and years in a row, by a cheap, sad troll and his accomplice. Both imbeciles' determination being only matched by the cast's complete indifference to fandom drama and, as I already wrote (https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/764711074507390976/no-lies-last-forever?source=share), ***'s incompetent, tone-deaf PR.
You can watch the entire recording here, by the way:
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The part where S specifically addresses his (non-existent) 'friendship' with William Shatner has been explicitly planted by the end of Jack Quaid's dedicated segment. That it has been discussed and planned prior to the show is obvious. And this time, Josh Horowitz wasn't even subtle - he announced the topic way before it 'spontaneously' popped into the conversation (39:42):
Transcription follows:
Josh Horowitz (JH): 'So, what's the dream for further voiceover roles, do you want a Pixar movie, do you want Outlander -the cartoon, what do you want?'
[laughter throughout the panelists]
S: 'Oh, I'm a Star Trek fan, actually' [women in the audience boo and shout - I wonder why, seriously], 'I am a Star Trek fan, I grew up watching Next Gen, so maybe Below Decks is... come on, guys.. '
[Note: yeah, he's such a fan, he has no idea the correct name of the cartoon spin-off, in which Jack Quaid has a voiceover role, is Star Trek: Lower Decks]
JH: 'We'll get him out in a second' [note: Jack Quaid], we'll talk some Star Trek, amazing...'
See? Not even subtle, if you ask me. I think this is something S wanted out for a good while now. It doesn't erase or even ease the pain and the trauma brought to so many people in this fandom by a pair of idiotic bullies, but I think it was very brave of him and, at any rate, it's better later than never.
And so, I waited. And waited. And waited. And then, here it went (01: 02: 54):
JH (consulting notes):' Um, we also should mention Star Trek: Lower Decks, we talked Star Trek a little bit earlier...'
Jack Quaid (JQ):'And, by, the way, this is the last season of Lower Decks, but we would have loved to have you! What the fuck, I didn't know you watched the show! [inaudible, if someone caught it properly, something like 'that was so close', I'd love to know more and especially who said it - thank you] Unbelievable!'
S: ' That is so cool, man!'
JQ: 'Oh, thank you, dude! Oh, yeah, hey, let's get rendered (?), let's do this, we keep going, let's get him on, let's do it!'
JH: 'Isn't...isn't William Shatner a big Outlander fan? I feel like he is...'
S (very uneasy): 'Ah... erm... yeah... (scratches back of his head)...I hung out with him once, we went to his stables and I watched him like riding a horse and stuff.... And, I don't know, it was really weird, cause sometimes I wonder if I am speaking to him via messages and stuff, or if it's actually his assistant [JQ: 'oooh!'], I don't know...'
JQ: 'Does his assistant look a lot like him?'
S (chuckles): 'Kind of...Yeah, you can't tell them apart. Yeah, no, but I believe he was a fan, until he saw me ride'.
Despite the jocular tone, I think everything is pretty much clear, here. Definitely a prepared conversation, despite Horowitz's efforts to make it sound playful and spontaneous. Something he even took prior notes about and made sure to include in the panel - nothing more serious than that, in fact. As for the sad cretin mentioned there, what would be left to say... S sent the guy to Coventry in barely two phrases and actually poked fun at his appearance and demeanor ('you can't tell them apart'). So long for the fictional 'friendship' and 'communication' between S and The Assistant, so long for the braggadocio that horrible little man exhibited all the way, pretending he actually had a personal relationship with S (well, as we all see, he actually doesn't: he doesn't even have a name, in S's book, as acquaintances, let alone friends, do). His only claim to fame was what, in reality? Answering some X DMs sent by S to his employer? Hello? How about his threats, then? How about his repeated calumny of people he didn't even know, calling them 'crazies', 'in need of medical attention', etc?
And please, don't come after me with that sorry excuse that 'it's S's humor'. There was nothing humorous about it and I have proven it already.
I will leave you draw your own conclusions about the non existent friendship with Shatner, something that has probably been 'encouraged' ex nihilo by *** and taken to dramatic cheapness and conflict with and within this fandom by The Assistant himself, mainly, and his friend, the OG Troll. I do not remember hearing/seeing Shatner himself saying all those horrible things (please correct me if I am wrong), so until I am proven the contrary, it's only logical to have many thoughts and questions about these people's strange, very strange obsession with OL and its two main co-stars.
Not to mention the most idiotic threat I have ever read in this fandom. Something I fell upon by absolute chance this morning. I mean, I couldn't even believe people actually bought such primitive, kindergarten bullshit:
[July 29th, 2017]
' Do you still want OL to continue or not, people?'
Empty, illogical threats: why would *** cancel its actual cash cow show, just because two co-stars had something SO obvious, that people realized there was more than the official narrative to it? And what about the crazy story about Albrecht & co. investigating and allegedly menacing fans with going to court? Has this cretin ever realized the potential media scandal would have far outweighed the inanity of such a claim? That it could very well have a serious impact on ***'s company profile and future projects, even?
I really, really think both of these Unsavory Clowns should find another playground and another obsession to cling on (wasn't the first, would not be the last). Elsewhere. In a galaxy far, far away.
PS: Thank you, regular attendee who bravely spilled the tea and thank you, old shipper who came forward and confirmed. And many heartfelt thanks to all of you shippers, old and new, who also bravely stepped forward with their personal take on everything these two have done to this place.
Dare we hope this is the beginning of the end? What is sure, is that no lies last forever. Or as we say in Romanian: minciuna are picioare scurte Či adevÄrul o ajunge/'a lie's got short legs and truth will always catch up with it'.
[Later edit]: edited to add a new, improved clip that actually does include the entire conversation.
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Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]
Rating: General
Human Edition | Monster Edition
Please remember: There is strength in softness.
Cas
Absolutely brings you flowers.Â
Hear me out: fruit picking!
Something like strawberries
Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits.Â
Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together.Â
Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.
Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, heâs in love.Â
Cas wonât partake in the consumption, but heâll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.
GabrielÂ
Brings you chocolates/candy.
(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, donât give him choices because heâs very much a âwhatever you wantâ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is.Â
What do you want for dinner? âWhatever you fancy sugarâ, your wish: my command.â Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? âI think you look smokinâ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.â Do you want pasta or pizza? âI want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?â
Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs. Â
Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple.Â
Like a coffee date.
Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant.Â
Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in.Â
Heâll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on.Â
Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table.Â
Jack
Isnât sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it!Â
But then he gets nervous and thinks itâs too much, so he only gives you the flowers.
Until youâre halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date.Â
As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating.Â
If itâs score-based, he wonât be competitive, but also will not let you win.Â
If the venue does food, and youâre struggling to pick heâll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.
Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout.Â
LuciferÂ
Does not bring a gift. Come on, heâs all the gift you need.Â
Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (Heâs not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.
If heâs earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure. Â
And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies donât tend to do well in the vacuum of space.Â
Plus, heâs so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas).Â
Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self.Â
No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.  Â
MichaelÂ
Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didnât specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy.Â
Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach.Â
Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together.Â
If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories.Â
Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation.Â
Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so.Â
Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder.Â
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