#mmm the cool answered tag

[ulmaria29]

breh i can send questions to myself

first askFAN MAIL ❤️

Edit: about to remove the image, IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE BIG

edit 2: no, it’s staying i dont like how it looks

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Starting The Morning Off Right » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky start the morning off the right way.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, female receiving, unprotected sex, morning sex, praise kink, vibranium arm kink, Bucky’s Army dog tags, pet names

A/N: This is based off of a dream I had a couple nights ago. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You stirred in your sleep when you felt your boyfriend’s lips kissing along the back of your shoulders, his stubble scratching along your skin. You smiled at the feeling. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to look at him.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky murmurs softly, his voice raspy from waking up a moment before you.

“Good morning, baby.” You smiled at him.

You rolled over onto your back so you could give Bucky a proper morning kiss. You carded your fingers through his messy hair as he kissed you. The kiss started off sweet, but quickly got heated. Bucky moved himself on top of you, hovering over you. You could feel the cool metal of his Army dog tags in between your breasts.

“How about we start the morning off the right way, babydoll.” He suggests seductively, moving his lips down to your neck and kissed the hickeys he put there last night.

“Mmm, you read my mind, babe.” You hummed against his lips.

Bucky threw the blanket off the two of you. You guys were still naked from last night’s activities. You watched Bucky kiss his way down your body. He spread your legs so he could lay on his stomach in between them.

“You���re so fucking wet for me, doll.” Bucky almost whispers, rubbing a finger from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned softly. You could also feel his breath on your pussy. Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe on your pussy, moaning at your taste. The tip of his tongue circled your clit before he latched his lips onto your clit, sucking on it. Your mouth fell open, strings of moans fell from your lips. You reached a hand down, tugging on his hair.

“Oh fuck, Bucky!” You moaned.

Bucky picked up the pace with the movements of his tongue. Your head fell back against the pillow. Your hips moved slowly on their own accord against his face.

“You feeling good, doll face?” Bucky asks, taking his mouth off of your pussy momentarily.

“Yes!” You answered in a moan.

Bucky smirks to himself, knowing he’s doing an amazing job of making you feel good. He put his mouth back on your pussy. He began to wiggle his tongue against your folds, catching you off guard.

“Yes, fuck!” You moaned. “Keep doing that, baby!” You tell him.

Bucky continued to wiggle his tongue against your folds. He slowly moved his tongue upward to your clit, licking it in a flicking motion. That made you arch your back off the bed in pleasure. You moaned his name multiple times in a row as if you were chanting. It was music to Bucky’s ears.

You felt your lower stomach tighten, feeling your orgasm beginning to build up. Your legs began to shake from the amount of pleasure you were receiving from Bucky. Your grip on Bucky’s hair tightened. Your toes curled, feeling your orgasm coming closer and closer. Bucky could sense it. He can always sense when you’re about to cum.

“You getting close, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Mhmm yea.” You nodded. “Please don’t stop!” You moaned.

Bucky’s tongue quickened its movements. He’s determined to make you cum before he fucks you. Your mouth fell open, strings of moans leaving your lips. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He says.

You moaned his name loudly as you came hard, soaking his face. Bucky’s tongue circled your clit a few times before stopping. He sat up and hovered over you. You panting heavily, staring at his Army dog tags as they dangled over your face. He dipped his head down and kissed along your shoulders while you caught your breath.

“You ready for my cock, doll face?” Bucky asks against your shoulder.

“Yes.” You answered.

Bucky gave you a sweet kiss on your lips before sitting back on his knees. He put your legs over the top of his thighs. His hands rubbed the top of your thighs as he admired your beauty for a short moment. He wrapped his hand around his hard cock, stroking it in his hand a few times before lining it at your entrance. He slowly slid his cock in your pussy inch by inch. Relieved moans fell from your lips and his.

Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size when his cock was fully inside of you. You nodded, giving him the ok to start thrusting. Bucky hovered over you, putting his arms on either side of your head and started thrusting. His pace was slow and loving, something you both love. You put your hands on his back, feeling his muscles flex each time he thrusted into you.

“You feel amazing, doll.” Bucky softly moans in your ear.

You moaned when he said that. You dug your nails in his skin, leaving red line marks on his back. Bucky hissed at the feeling. He loves the feeling of you marking him up with your nails and you know it too. He also likes showing off the scratches you leave on his back when he’s training.

Bucky dipped his head down to kiss and mark up your neck even more. Your hands started to roam his body on their own accord. Your hands found their place on his ass and gave it a squeeze. Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. He didn’t mind one bit. He likes it when you get handsy. He likes to tease you about it too.

“You’re getting handsy, aren’t you, doll face?” Bucky teasingly said.

“More.” Is all you said. “I want more.” You whined.

“As you wish, babydoll. My doll gets what she wants.” He says.

Bucky readjusted himself and spread your legs wider and began fucking you at a faster pace. Your hands slowly moved from his ass to his back. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure. It felt like you were on cloud nine. Bucky looked down at you, admiring how pretty you look with his cock in you and when pleasure takes over you within seconds.

“Oh yes, Bucky!” You moaned loudly.

“That’s a good girl.” Bucky praises. “Keep moaning my name. Let everyone in this fucking compound know who you belong to.” He says, sounding a tiny bit possessive.

Bucky readjusted himself again, putting your leg over his shoulder, which gave him a new angle. A loud moan fell from your lips when Bucky’s cock hit your sweet spot perfectly.

“Right there!” You moaned. “Please don’t stop!” You whined.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. I fucking won’t.” He growls.

Bucky’s thrusts drive into you faster, fucking you at the perfect speed. His cock was hitting all of the right places. His vibranium hand reached in between the two of you to rub your clit. You gasped when you felt the cool vibranium touching your clit.

“Yea, you like that, don’t you, doll?” Bucky almost whispers. “You like my vibranium fingers playing with your little clit, don’t you?” He says, almost in a cooing voice.

You moaned and nodded your head yes in response. His dirty words always get you going. Your nails dug more in his skin when he hit your sweet spot at the perfect angle. You felt your orgasm build up pleasurably. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“I can feel you getting close, doll.” Bucky grunts softly when your pussy squeezed his cock. “Cum for me.” He says.

That was enough for you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and his name fell from your lips as you came. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm and gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm.

His right hand found its place on your thigh and kept it there, giving it a squeeze. His orgasm wasn’t too far behind yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He moans.

He finally came, coming inside of you and painting your walls with his cum. A white ring of yours and his cum formed at the base of his cock. Bucky’s thrusts came to a slow stop. You two gazed at each other breathlessly before he put your leg back on the bed and pulled out of you.

He laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You moved closer to him, laying your head on his chest and your leg on top of his leg. Bucky reached a hand down, holding onto your thigh and rubbing his thumb against your soft skin.

“That was amazing.” You said after a short moment.

“It was.” Bucky agrees. “It’s always the best way to start the day.” He says.

You hummed in agreement and leaned up to kiss his lips softly and sweetly.

“I love you, babydoll.” He says in almost a whisper.

“I love you too, baby.” You say softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[hongjoongtime117]

Dinner and Dessert

Paring: Jeong Yunho/Reader

Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)

Word Count: 963

Warnings: fingering, oral (F receiving), sex at parents house, almost caught, as always, let me known if I forgot anything!

Author’s Notes: this was a request from @mountquokka, I hope you enjoyyyy! 😁

Tag List: @arki-sha @ghostlovesworld @mingi-s-dimples

“I’m still starving, love,” he growls into your ear as he has you bent over the cool counter in your parent’s small bathroom. He leans over you to place heated kisses to your neck, and you can feel his hardening cock pressed against you. 

“Yunho, we can’t! My parents will hear us!” your breath is already quickening due to his intensity. 

“Then I guess you better be a good girl and keep quiet while I satiate my hunger, hmm?” he whispers into the shell of your ear before nibbling the lobe, eliciting a small whimper from you. 

His enormous, veiny hands reach around to make quick work of the button and zipper of your pants, one of the final barriers between him and his second meal. He impatiently pulls down your jeans and panties in one smooth movement, tossing them aside carelessly..

“Stay nice and quiet, baby. You know I don’t like when my meals are interrupted,” his voice rough and dangerous, sending chills down your spine. 

He swipes two long digits between your folds, feeling how wet you are. “The thrill of being caught with my face buried in your pussy turning you on, my love?” You bow forward even further, a choked moan leaving your chest, as you give a small nod. 

He drops to his knees behind you and spreads you open, licking his heart shaped lips hungrily. He licks a purposeful path from your clit to your gushing hole, a groan rumbling from deep in his chest at the taste of you. “Fuck, you always taste so good.”

A small whimper rises from your throat at his deep voice vibrating against your folds. “You love this, don’t you baby?” Not waiting for a response, he plunges his tongue deep inside, making your toes curl.

“Mmm, fuck Yunho.” Your knuckles turn white from the death grip you have on the counter. 

As he continues tongue fucking you relentlessly, his expert fingers find your sensitive bundle of nerves, giving you just the right amount of friction to have your head spinning. The fire in your gut has started to simmer.

He unlatches from you for a moment, and you whine at the loss of his warm mouth. “Let me get a little more comfortable, my love.” He fully seats himself and rests his back against the cupboard, reacquainting his mouth with your pussy.

He tongues your clit, and slides two lithe fingers inside your clenching hole, curling them to hit your sweet spot. Your legs tremble under his ministrations, and you can feel his cocky smirk against your heat. 

You can’t help the filthy noises that are pouring out of you, and the lewd sounds from Yunho lapping at your pussy are only growing louder. Another curl of his practiced fingers has the fire in your gut roaring. 

“Yunho, please,” you beg, not exactly sure what for. You’re so close to cumming all over your boyfriend's pretty face. But there’s a sudden soft knock on the door. 

Your panicked face looks down at Yunho between your legs, his pace never faltering. He looks at you with hooded eyes, and quirks an eyebrow. 

“YN, is everything ok?” your mother asks.

Yunho abuses the spongy spot inside of you and pops off your clit to whisper “You better answer your mother, baby.” He returns to your cunt with renewed effort, attempting to make you cum all over his face with your mother on the other side of the door. 

You do your best to compose yourself enough to give your mother a convincing answer. “I-I’m f-f-fine. I just wasn’t f-f-feeling well, so Yunho came to t-take care of m-me!” Your voice coming out in breathy, choppy words. 

Yunho’s fingers quicken as your mother remains on the other side of the door. “He’s such a great boyfriend, isn’t he YN? Always takes good care of you. I know you’re in good hands.” 

Yeah, really great, giant, veiny hands, that are currently fucking you right towards the teetering edge of your release. 

“Yes, hes great! You can go, everything’s fine!” Your voice comes out high pitched, whiny, and strained. You were sure you weren’t very convincing, but there’s no further conversation.

At the same time you hear her footsteps begin to recede, Yunho gently nibbles your clit and presses hard once more against your sweet spot, and the fire engulfs you.

You cum hard all over his fingers and pretty face, legs giving out and vision blurring, chanting Yunho’s name like a spell, and Yunho lowers you onto his lap. 

“Mmm, you did so good my love,” he praises as he places tender kisses on your face and neck. 

“You could have given me a moment when my MOTHER was at the door!” You lightly smack his shoulder.

“Love, I told you I don’t like being interrupted during my meals, and I meant it. Maybe you should be a little quieter next time, hmm?” If you weren’t still trembling from the aftershocks, you would have wiped that little smirk right off his face.

“Oh, fuck you, Yunho!”

“I mean, right now? Because I’m pretty sure if your mother didn’t know what happened just now, if I fuck you, she certainly will. You make such pretty noises with my dick buried inside you. And I’d want to hear every last one of them.”

“Jesus Christ, Yu. No, not right now.” You snuggle into his neck, trying to hide your heated face, full of embarrassment. “But let’s make ourselves decent, because we’re going to say goodbye to my parents, and you’re taking me home to finish what you started.” 

“Gladly,” he purrs as he places soft kisses to your lips and moves to get the two of you off the floor to bid farewell to your hosts. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Meet the Family 8

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I'm going to be starting my advent drabbles for December today so enjoy.

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You moan at the firm swirl of fingertips against your temples. Lloyd’s hands are so big and warm that they soothe the virulent pulsing, just enough. Your toes curl and you push your skull into his grasp as you sink into the bed. 

“See, Pixie, not too bad, huh?” He purrs. You groan. He needs to just shut up. “I’ve been told I have very skilled hands, you know?” 

“Lloyd, please,” you mutter. 

“Please what? You want more?” He taunts and rocks his hips so his crotch rubs against your stomach. 

You try to shake your head but can’t in his grip. You swat his knee and grumble, “not that.” 

“Ah, come on, pixie, I can be quick but efficient,” grazes his nails over your scalp and you shudder at the cool sensation it sends through your hot skull. “You got goosebumps. I’m getting you there.” 

“No...” you murmur. 

“Mmm, yes. You don’t gotta do nothing. I’ll lick you like popsicle and you’ll melt--’ 

You flick your eyes open as a twinge pinches in your core. That’s not because of him. It’s just your biology responding to the physical stimulation. A dollar store massage pad could do the same thing. You grab his wrists and narrow your eyes. 

“Stop. I’m too tired and miserable--” you whimper at the effort it takes to speak, “to keep arguing with you.” 

“So don’t. Just let daddy Lloyd take over, baby cakes.” 

“Daddy Lloyd?” You hiss and wince at the rattle in your skull. “You’re disgusting.” 

“And you’re just like jelly in my hands. How about this, pixie dust, you just try to stop me. I think that will be fun.” He slackens his hold on your head and caresses your cheeks. Another shiver rolls over you. 

Your hands brush over his as he glides past easily. He tickles your neck and you squirm as he moves back slightly. He walks his fingers along your shoulders then grips them tightly, pushing his thumbs into your muscles. You nearly choke as you feel the tension dislodge as he kneads. 

You put your hand on his stomach and let out a wispy noise. Oh. No. It’s not that good. Oh but it is. 

“See, baby, just a toy for good boy Lloyd,” he slithers. 

You take and breath and curl your fingertips in the muscles of his torso. You’re no virgin, not some untouched nun, but it’s been as while and the feel of warm flesh plucks something deep in you. That tugging is just as much an adversary as the man who has you pinned to the bed. 

Lloyd’s fingertips continue to rub, and roll, and raze your skin. He shifts his hands along your chest and drags them over the rise of your tits. He gropes you through your bra. You bare your teeth and latch onto his middle fingers as you try to peel him away. 

“No, Lloyd--” 

“Shhhh,” he hushes you. 

He raises himself slightly on his knees and slips his hands away from your doughy flesh. He puts his elbows on either side of you, using them to support his weight as he spreads himself over you. Panic swells as you’re trapped under his tall figure. He slips his hands free and frames your sides instead, dipping his head down to bury between your cleavage. 

“Nope!” Your adrenaline spikes, and the yelp reverberates in your head like the clang of a bell. “Lloyd, no! You’re not—Ayeeeee.” 

He bites into the meat of your tit and you hit the top his head. He doesn’t react, only sinking his teeth deeper with a growl. You grab the longer strands of his hair and yank meanly. He grunts and recoils, leaving a throbbing imprint on you. 

“Ow! Don’t fuck with my hair, Pix--” 

“I’m telling you to stop--” You push yourself up on one elbow. 

“You’re moaning like a neglected housewife while you’re doing it. It’s a bit confusing--” 

“Is the word no that unclear to—you,” you put your hand to your forehead at the tick above your eye. You grit your teeth and snarl. 

“I’m trying to help you. Can’t you see that?” He shoves you back down. “I’m not going to put it in, promise. I just want a taste of the pixie pie--” 

He moves back to kneel between your legs. As he grips your hips and holds you down, your anger overwhelms that worrying tingle in your thighs. He bends as his fingertips curl under your panties and you bring your knee up into his ribcage. 

He coughs and pushes himself away. He touches his side and hisses, “Goddamnit.” 

“My head’s about to split and you’re trying to--” you gulp back the words as your cloudy dismay clears to horror. What was he going to do? How far was he going to go? 

“Babe, my balls are about to split open,” he whines. “I was only going to be nice. Get you a little O before the big flight.” 

You stare at him. Who the hell is this man? This isn’t Mr. Hansen and his curt emails and short commands. This isn’t the man who wanted his coffee with a single cream and his daily calendar colour coded. This is an animal. 

Ugh, you knew better than to blur the line of personal and professional. Too bad, he doesn’t. Two million dollars. That little chant is not as encouraging the further you get into this, especially as you realise, this is only the beginning. 

“Come on, baby, we can do it all over the clothes--” 

“Get away from me,” you sit up with a huff, your whole body rebelling at the effort. “I have enough to worry about without you all over me.” 

“Aw, please,” his eyes fall to your chest and flicker. You look down and sigh, one of your nipples peeking out above the bra cup. You fix it and shove him again. “Even the girls are tryna get out--” 

“Sleep on the floor,” you sneer as you turn your legs over the edge of the bed. You stand and go to your bag, unzipping it as you nearly topple over. Your head is a maelstrom. You take out a loose tee and leggings and quickly dress. 

As you turn back, Lloyd watches you with a pout. It’s disarming how he can go from pathetic to putrid and predatory. You near the bed and go around the other side. You take a pillow and throw it at his back. He sighs and stands up. He ignores the pillow and pulls back the blanket. 

“No--” 

“Hey, promise, I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he snaps. “I’m not sleeping on the damn floor. I’m still your boss, Pixie, remember that.” 

You don’t say anything. That’s the Mr. Hansen you know. Demanding. Stubborn. You turn your back to him and stretch out on your side. You cling to the corner of the pillow and close your eyes. 

His weight jostles behind you. He groans and the bed shifts as he leans over. The light shuts off and you nearly sigh at the relief. 

He lays back but doesn’t relax. He fidgets. Tossing and turning, one way then the other. Adjusting the pillows, tugging on the blanket, bouncing the springs. You chew on the urge to bark at him to stop. 

Finally, he stops. You exhale and try to ease your muscles. The tension only feeds the migraine. You focus on your breathing as you try to coax yourself back to sleep. You feel yourself slipping, further and further. A soft drone rises in your ears, rhythmic but harried. 

“Mmm,” the hum breaks through your bubble and frustration sparks in your chest. You were almost asleep. “Mm, yeah, that’s....” Lloyd raspy voice drawls into the darkness between shallow grunts, “fuck--” 

The shaking of the bed spikes your heartbeat. You open your eyes and frown. What is he doing? Is he--” 

“Lloyd!” You spin onto your back and sit up, “Lloyd, stop that--” 

“Fuck yeah, say my name,” he strokes himself furiously. You can vaguely see how the blanket jumps around his frantic motion. “Come on, I’m almost there.” 

“You’re--” 

“Told you,” he groans and pushes his feet into his bed, his knees bend under the blanket, “keeping my hands--- to myself.” 

“Oh, god!” You turn and leap out of bed, stumbling. “Lloyd, you’re disgusting. Nasty--” 

“Keep it coming, pix, it’s helping--” 

“Ew!” You grab the pillow and twist away, stomping out, “absolutely gross!” 

“Ah, yeah, fuck, baby! Thank you....” he voice peters out as you slam the bathroom door, flicking the lock into place. 

You wince at the impact against the frame and sway in the dark. You throw the pillow into the tub and grab the robe hung on the back of the door. Fuck it. You give up. You don’t even want to sleep anymore, you just want to be left alone. 

❄️

Your alarm wakes you through the wall. You’re stiff and sore, but your migraine has relented. The few hours were enough to push it back to a tenuous shadow. One wrong move and it’ll be back. 

You climb out of the tub and turn on the shower. You wash quickly, minding the time, and get ready in the mirror, wearing the same robe you slept under. You emerge to the rocky snoring. You turn on all the lights but Lloyd remains unbothered. 

You grab clothes, a black turtleneck and the same shade of cigarette pants. You dress in the bathroom then zip up your toiletry pouch. You come out to shove it into your suitcase and scour the room for anything forgotten.  

As a final touch, you return to the bathroom and take one of the paper cups and fill it. You go quietly to the bed and tip it over Lloyd’s naked back, exposed above above the messy blankets. He squeals and bounces to life, flipping over as the rest of him is revealed to the room. You avert your eyes at his nakedness. 

“What the fuck?” He snarls sleepily, “what are you doing?” 

“Time to get up, Lloydy poo,” you clap at him. “We got a plane to catch.” 

“Why the fuck would you do that?” 

“What? I'm helping you wake up. Like a good wife, right?” 

He goes to argue then hesitates. He moves the blankets and coughs. He blinks and rubs his eyes. “What time is it?” 

“Well, it’s time enough. You have thirty minutes to get it together, babykins.” 

He winces at your tone. He stares at you as you grin. He moves cautiously toward the edge of the bed. 

“What’s... you did something?” 

“No,” you answer flatly. 

“But...” he eyes you suspiciously. 

“I’m just playing my part,” you say. “Like we agreed. Not everyone is morally debunked like you, my beloved.” 

“Stop it,” he says. 

“Stop what, my manly man. The twinkle in my eye. My other half.” 

“All of that. I don’t like how you’re saying it,” he stands and hides his crotch with his hands. 

“Stop? Oh, teddy bear, we don’t know that word, do we? Stop? What could that possibly mean?” 

“Alright, I get it. You’re mad about last night--” 

“I’m not mad, sweetie, I’m concerned because if you don’t get yourself together, we’re going to miss another flight and if I miss this flight, well, I think I might just lose my mind,” you smile, “you don’t want that now, do you, snookums.” 

“You...” he turns back to you, “you’re a bit deranged sometimes.” 

“Speak for yourself, sugar,” you march up to him, your anger fuming like smog in your nostrils, and you pinch his naked ass. “Get into gear,” your voice deepens, “now.” 

He yelps and pulls away. He looks at you like he’s been splashed with cold water a second time and he swallows tightly. His brows arch as he gapes at you. He keeps one hand over his pelvis and reaches back to rub his ass. 

“Damn, Pixie,” he finally backs off, “you’re something else.” 

“I’m exhausted and I’m annoyed, so don’t push me.” You warn him. 

“Yeah, well, better get this all out now. I’m sure the family doesn’t need you spoiling the holiday cheer.” 

“Me?” You hiss. 

He blanches, “I meant... er...” 

“Go,” you snap your fingers and put your back to him. “I gotta get all this in the car.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he says and you listen to him retreat into the bathroom. 

You get your bags to the door then grab your boots and jacket. Your agitation buzzes just under your skin. You have the flight to rein it in. It won’t be easy like Lloyd’s family. They don’t know you, so you can pretend with them. But your family, well, you are related to them. You share quite a few traits. 

And Lloyd. You can’t have him running round like some goblin wreaking havoc. This whole thing is his idea and yet he doesn’t seem to know the script. He’s unpredictable and uncontrollable. He’s not the type your family would expect. That’s because he isn’t your type. Never in a million years would you choose him. 

You take your bags down to the car and return to the hotel room. Lloyd is half-dressed. A pair of lamb grey pants on as he pulls on a white turtleneck with a silver emblem on the left side of his chest. The clothes won’t help the theatrics. 

You gather up his clothes from the day before. You shove them into his large suitcase. “Is that everything?” 

“I think, I just have my essentials,” he says. “Gotta style the love stache.” 

“Go,” you wave him away. 

“Thank you, honey boo, I know. I do look handsome in this, don’t I?” He taunts. You look at him with all the lack of sleep and rage festering in you from the last two days. He recoils and puts his palms up, “right, I’ll doll myself up.” 

You wait for him to disappear back into the bathroom before you drag his bags to the door. You’ll leave them there so he can pack away whatever else he has out. You go to the bed and sit, running your hands over your face. 

This isn’t just about getting through today. After the bullshit he promised his family, this is going to be months of torment. You don’t know if you have the willpower to put up with him for that long. 

[yoru-no-seiiki]

tagging @onyanjune and @h0ly-l3mb for giving me the idea/motivation to do this lol

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tw/cw: MDNI or you WILL be blocked, DDDNE, (skip for spoilers) yandere! reader, mentioned non/dub con, mentioned filming of said non/dubcon.

yan! cool kid has two siblings, your upperclassman and underclassman respectively. and it hella irritates him how close you are to the two.

ofc yan! reader’s intentions have and will always be depraved yearning. they only befriended the pair for the sake of “getting close to the in-laws.” after all you wouldn’t be a good future spouse if you weren’t somewhat involved in the family side of things.

but your tunnel vision sort of . . . backfired.

“quite a bunch of lunches you’re packing.” he mumbled, raising his head from his arms after a thorough nap through class. he had already studied everything that subject had to offer and thoroughly memorized it thanks to his notes that were covered in photos of you.

“oh these? these aren’t just for me, silly.” you answered. he already knew what you were planning, and you already knew that he knew, but keeping this façade of normalcy was a game you two liked to play, “you haven’t been bringing food to school recently i’ve noticed. so i made some more to share.”

“just one?”

you blinked at him, confused. laughing after you realize where his eyes were focused on. you explain that the rest will be going to his siblings, since you thought it may be a household / financial problem.

soon after that you took off, trying your best to hide the giddy feeling in your body threatening to spill unto your facial expressions.

yan! cool kid stares at his brand new lunch and wonders if you also cut out heart shaped potato for their curries, planning out ways to torture yan! loser later

yan! loser who’s yan! cool kid’s younger brother. they look so different, their demeanors even further apart. the only way you knew they were related was cause you stalked the latter on his way back home and almost killed the former before you found out.

you dropped by his class with a smile. his classmates staring at you with wide eyes as those in higher levels rarely ever go to this section of school.

“i hope you don’t mind, but i made lunch for you. is that okay?”

“is ThaT okAy?” he parroted back at you, his voice cracking, nerves on edge at all the people staring at the situation. he was going to eat lunch alone in the bathroom again like always but was occupied with erasing the marks left by his bullies on the table.

you laugh at his response, and set the lunch you prepared on his table.

you stare blankly at the brutal remarks written across. silently you walked outside before coming back with a spare table. you frown as the food you left remained untouched.

“you should eat first. lunch won’t last forever.”

you pat the poor boy’s back and left.

one last delivery til you were done.

you breathed in, knocking the door to the student council’s room. “mr. president, it’s me.”

“come in.”

yan! school president doesn’t even raise his head to look at you. his focus remaining on the papers in his hand and table. “leave the lunchbox there.” the bespectacled man points to your table in the room.

you set it down obediently and walked out. at least, you tried to until he stops you. “before you go, tell me why i shouldn’t report your actions to the faculty.”

you don’t turn around from the door, but still you answer, “hm, actions?”

“you, using school funds to pay for my youngest brother’s harassment.”

“…mmm…” you turned around, placing a hand on your chin in feigned deep thought “because . . . you love love love me?”

yan! president sighed. you hear paper shredding.

“you may go.”

you giggled. stepping outside of the stuffy room to go finally see your beloved again in class.

you put a hand in your pocket and fished out your phone. briefly smiling at the home screen wallpaper of yan! cool kid and quickly tapping out the password.

you then delete the video of yan! president tying you up as his unclothed hips slammed into yours. your skin covered in bites and slap marks all over. your eyes converging fear as tears fell and your mouth was gagged and unable to voice the feeling. the once prim and proper man man groaning in ecstasy and yelling words of degradation as he defiled you.

but you could only cringed at the words “i love you.” escaping his lips.

“a little reward for mercy i suppose.”

you stuff your phone back into your pocket. wondering if you should also warn him about the laxatives.

[solar4seekstron]

I have a funny little one for TFA so we all know how bumblebee is like the smallest bot compared to everyone right so what if he had a conjux or crush that was smaller than him like he teases them and stuff but still loves affection to them (if you make them femme that be great if not gn is good too 👍)

That’s so cute I’ll definitely give it a try. And the reason I do GN is because I want all different genders to enjoy my work. Male, Nonbinary, and Female lol.

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TFA!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot

Content: SFW

Introduction Movies/Series Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Just Bee being best boi.

Bee has been a part of Team Prime for a pretty good while. He joined because he wished to stick with his pal Bulkhead. And his lovely Conjunx. A small but well built and pretty strong he was able to get to become his Conjunx by pure luck, at least that’s what he yelled himself. Joins them as well.

Someone he just asked out one day at the academy and ever since then. You both never separated. Even despite many other short bots like wasp and the twins who tried to court you.

Good thing too. Going with Bee is the best choice you could’ve ever made. He always made you smile and brought you cheer even when you were supposed to be mad at him. You always stood up for him and comforted him. He always made sure to be affectionate with you. Like holding you and giving you forhelm kisses. The only times he’d not care about how he looked and how others saw him.

You know it’s to show he truly loves you for who you are. As you show how you love him for who he is. You two are basically the ideal couple in the team. Ratchet even saying that only once. Bringing Bee and Ratchet a little closer. Making both you and Optimus happy.

It’s been a good while since you all started living on the planet earth with Sari. Sari always liked hanging out with you since you were the smallest.

Often at times when you and Bee would be sitting on the couch watching TV Sari would walk in and sit on your lap almost like a little child. Sometimes Bee didn’t mind. But if he was feeling a bit “frisky” that moment or day. yeah he’d get annoyed but say nothing.

Your bond always comforting him even when you guys weren’t in battle. Every time there was a close call you guys always stayed close together. You even dressed up as Bee bride for Halloween when he went as a vampire.

Bee is always affectionate with you. And as you are with him. Deposited your size.

The others always treated you as a comrade as if the size difference wasn’t there every day. Despite not having a gender like the mechs. You do at times play at the role of a mother. Something Sari told you, bee and bulkhead about when she came to visit you all. Sari even said that you treat her like your own.

Even at night Bee would try to talk to you about it. Saying if you’re like the mother then he’s the cool uncle. You corrected him since you listened to what sari said about how family works. He’d be the dad.

At least second to Optimus Prime..This would make him a bit sad. Not happy with his not so smart moment.

You’d then comfort him the way you always do. Gently holding him by his cheeks and showering his face with kisses. Smothering him as he chuckled and his cervos gently holding your waist.

”Thanks Sweetspark. You always know how to take care of me.” He chuckled once more. “What would I do without you?”

”Mmm..probably fighting a decepticon.” You teased and this made you ad him laugh before you both looked at each other's optics. And then both of your dermas connect as you both close your optics.

You always and will till the day your spark runs out. Love moments like this with your Conjunx. Although many will always ask you, even repeating it. As you why you stay with him. You can always answer with a bright smile on your dermas. as your optics only show joy and warmth.

”He makes me smile.”

I really had fun making this for Bumblebee. He’s so cute and I tried my best to add as much as I can for him without much of a scenario. Mostly just his relationship with the reader and the femme part gave me an idea. Maybe I’ll do another part with this Oneshot but I’ll need a scenario for the two so I can get a better story out to write so please lay out the ideas. I’m sure I can make a lot of fun ideas with the family dynamic with Sari, Bee, and reader! I hope you all have a good rest of the day and enjoy the next posts as they come!

[winwintea]

A Kiss to Make it Better - Hong Seunghan

PAIRING ↬ hong seunghan x fem!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ FRIENDLY REMINDER TO BOYCOTT RIIZE. RIIZE IS OT7, if ur ot6 briize pls get OFF my profile. guess what it's fei's birthday and it's also seunghan's birthday so double whammy. how does it feel to be born on the exact same day as ur bias huh. like thats crazy. not tagging her account bc she said she wants to remain "mysterious" wtv u suck. anyways happy 21 years old to both u and seunghan <333

GENRES ↬ fluff, romance, seunghan is sick, this is really just a short drabble i whipped up, lil suggestive esp at the end

WORD COUNT ↬ 1K

It was early afternoon, and you were humming as you made your way into Seunghan’s room. 

“Seunghan, isn’t it about time you took a break? I brought you some coffee.” It was right about the time Seunghan usually took a break, and you smiled as you knocked on his door and stepped into his room. 

He was sitting at his desk, hunched over his essays, completely absorbed. He barely glanced back at you, then turned back to face his work again. “Mmm, thanks. Just leave it there. I’m right in the middle of a very good creative burst, and you’re probably busy, too, so… you don’t need to stay.”

“Hmm? Okay, if you say so.” That wasn’t like him though–normally he welcomed you with a hug and kiss, no matter how busy or inspired he was. You frowned for a moment studying his back, and then you stepped closer, putting his coffee down and leaning in towards him. “Arthur, is something… hang on a minute!”

“Y/N, wait–”

You ignored his words and pressed your hand against his forehead, and sure enough… he was burning up. “Seunghan, you’ve got a fever!”

“Damn… you noticed,” he muttered, a weak grin tugging at his lips.

“Of course I did! Now put that laptop away and get into bed!” You shot him a stern look as you half-led, half-dragged him towards the bed. He was so unsteady on his feet that when you gave the lightest push, he practically collapsed onto the mattress.

“Am I dreaming, or are you actually pushing me down onto the bed? You na—” His teasing was cut short by a fit of wheezing coughs that left him breathless.

You crossed your arms, trying to look more annoyed than worried. “I’ll do more than push you down onto the bed if you don’t stop joking around and get some rest!”

“...Okay, okay.” Seunghan let out a long, loud sigh of resignation, and then he slumped back against the pillow, his eyes falling shut.

You tucked him in, and then hurried off to get some medicine, water, and a cool cloth for his forehead. 

Why the hell was he pretending to be fine, though? He clearly felt awful, and all he had to do was just tell you…

You sighed to yourself as you knocked on his door, and then hurried into his room without waiting for an answer. “Seunghan, I’m back–”

“Y/N…” His voice was hoarse, interrupted by another round of coughing. “...ahh, dammit, should’ve just locked the door…”

Wait. Locked the door? What was he talking about? You paused, a flicker of confusion crossing your mind, but quickly shook it off. That could wait. Right now, he needs you to focus on getting him better.“I don’t care about that right now,” you said, determined as you walked towards him, arms full of medicine, cold water, and a damp cloth. “I brought reinforcements.” Your doubts faded as you focused on helping him, determined to make him feel better, no matter what secrets he was keeping.

But before you could get too close, Seunghan lifted his hands, weakly making shooing gestures. “...Don’t come any closer,” he rasped, his voice barely holding together. Then, through labored breaths, he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “When I’m better… I’ll be as wild as you want me to be… to make up for it. I’ll be better soon, right?”

For a moment you just stopped and stared at him, but suddenly everything fell into place in your head. “Seunghan… when you were pretending to be busy earlier, and talking about locking the door– Was that all because you didn’t want me to catch whatever it is you’ve got?”

“...Got it in one.” He let out a deep, exhausted sigh, rolling onto his side as he gave you a tired, lopsided frown. “I knew if you realized I was sick, you’d go into full-on ‘nurse mode’… and I can’t let you get sick too. You’re already juggling so much… you don’t need to be fussing over me…”

Even through the fever and discomfort, his eyes were clouded with worry—worry for you. It was enough to make your heart ache, a bittersweet reminder of why you loved him so much. Even when he was feeling miserable, his concern was all for you.

“Besides, I can’t stand the idea of having you right here… but not being able to do anything with you…”

You rolled your eyes. Never mind. His annoying side was definitely still alive and kicking.

He still sounded so genuinely distressed even while making jokes that you couldn’t help laughing. “If you’re well enough to be thinking about that, then you’ll be feeling fine again in no time. Look, Seunghan, I’m really grateful that you care so much. But I care about you too, okay? So let me take care of you.”

“Fine, fine, alright already. And… thanks, Y/N.” Seunghan sighed again, and the smile he gave you was both troubled and relieved.

His small smile made your heart swell. Even in moments like this, it was clear—he wasn’t just grateful, he was reassured by having you by his side.

—-

Three days later, you stopped by Seunghan’s room first thing in the morning and he grinned at you as he sat up and stretched languidly. “Mmm, see? No more coughing, no more fatigue! I’m quite the picture of health.”

Seunghan had cut you off with a sudden kiss, one hand coming up to twine in your hair and pull you closer as he pecked teasingly at your lips.

You blinked in surprise. “What was that for?”

“Don’t you remember?” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “I promised I’d be as ‘crazy’ as you wanted to make up for things once I was better. It’s been three days, and I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for... and let’s just say, I’m feeling very ‘crazy’ right now.”

His grin was wicked, and suddenly, you knew exactly what kind of “crazy” he meant.

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[seastarblue]

Writemas Day Two!

SO I missed Day One that’s my bad whoops BUT ☝️

I did Day Two! Here are the prompts for today , and if you’d like to join in, go here! (Messed up the link earlier my b)

the prompts I chose were:

“You did this… for me?”

(feeling) Ice

Their eyes met, and it felt better than anything else in the world, it felt right.

(setting) library

I tried to add in a hug but alas! this got a lil too long for my liking :/

ah well. what can ya do.

hope yall enjoy!

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The Azari squires had been in the library for hours now, studying hard for their final examinations. As the sun’s light returned to its place past the frost covered mountains, the squires left, some on their own, most in pairs. Soon, the library was empty save for two squires, still studying hard.

When the room was completely dark, and the runelights flickered on, one of the squires leaned over the table and poked his companion’s arm.

“Hey, hey Kaids,” he whispered.

She ignored him, simply turning the page of her book, which was now slightly more illuminated by his glimmering butterfly wings.

“Kaiiiiiiii,” he tried again.

No answer. Kaiden scratched her nose. 

“KaiKaiKaiKai—“

“Shush, Felix, I’m reading.” she interjected, still focused on her book.

“She finally speaks!” Felix chuckled. “I got something for you!”

Kaiden finally looked up from her book, giving Felix a deadpan stare. “What?”

He disappeared under the table for a moment, then popped back up and plopped a small rectangular box onto Kaiden’s book. “Ta da!”

“You did this…” she took the present, running her fingers along the sloppy wrapping, and the lopsided bow, and the chicken scratch that passed as Felix’s handwriting that spelled out her name.

“…for me? You did this for me?” she repeated, turning the parcel in her hands.

“Yeah! Open it?”

“Mmm.” Kaiden pushed her books to the side, then started carefully unwrapping the present. A small pile of green and red paper formed near her as Felix looked on, bouncing up and down in his seat. After the wrapping was the box, and nestled inside it was a small jewelry chain. Its cool metal felt like ice in her hand.

“So? What do you think?”

Kaiden looked up at her friend, and when her eyes met Felix’s she felt … good. Happy, even. Content? Either way, she felt right.

“I love it,” she replied, giving one of her rare smiles. “Thank you, Felix.”

“You’re welcome~ also—” he got up and collected all the books with a wave of the hand, “—would you like to head back yet? It’s pretty late, and I’d like to see if we can get seconds at the cafeteria before everyone else.”

“Yeah, we should get back. Lead the way.”

———

ME WHEN THEIR FRIENDSHIPPPP ✨☝️😚‼️✨‼️✨‼️‼️💕💕🗣️💕✨‼️💕✨💕😭💕‼️😭✨💕💕‼️🎉🎉💅💅✌️

now I think I’ll tag the General Writing List (lemme know if you’d like on/off plz)

@bunnymermaidwrites @abiteofhoney @aalinaaaaaa @vesanal @cepheusgalaxy

@fifis-corner @urnumber1star @thebookishkiwi @sunflowerrosy @glbettwrites

@threedaysgross @mundanemoongirl @satohqbanana @bamber344 @imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese

@frostedlemonwriter @ash-thedrawer @cc-writes-stuff @anothersummerofsleep @sharkblizzardblogs

@verdant-mainframe @kittrrrr @ruvastuon

and the host of this lovely event: @agirlandherquill ! (Pls lemme know if it’s alright to tag you)

[3-2-whump]

The Scent of Jasmine

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Who's in the mood for some carewhumping after the emotional rollercoaster of almost dying? I know I am!

Thank you @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for being awesome beta readers

TW/CW: aftermath of mock execution, trauma aftermath, extremely dubious consent, nonverbal whumpee, whumper turned carewhumper, dubiously consensual nudity, death threats, chastity devices (yes, it’s back), forced domesticity, food whump (sort of) (tagging it anyway to cover my bases), intimate whumper

The boss noticed Khaled’s grateful enthusiasm slowly fade into a catatonic silence on the drive home. He didn’t think much of it, though. Poor boy is just shocked is all, he told himself, we can work on that. He parked, got out of the car and led Khaled out of the garage and to the elevator.

His first order of business was to strip Khaled when they got home. The poor thing was soaked in melted snow and cooled piss. He was barely responsive as Thomas pulled him into the laundry room and slowly peeled each layer of clothing off his shivering body. “You need a bath, Khaled.”

Khaled didn’t reply, instead opting to stare at his bare feet with empty, starless eyes. I can’t blame him for being quiet. Anyone would be a little messed up after a mock execution, he figured. He sighed, gently taking the slave’s hand in his and leading him to the master bathroom.

Once inside, Thomas deposited him at the entrance and turned on the lights and the fan. Khaled stood silently watching him by the door as he knelt by the large, deep bath tub. “Come on in,” he beckoned. Khaled inched closer to the bath tub as Thomas poured a generous glug of bubble bath solution into the marble expanse and cranked the water full-blast, making micro-adjustments to make sure the temperature wasn’t too hot. As a finishing touch, he uncapped a tiny bottle of jasmine oil and dripped a few drops into the tub. The floral scent rose on the plumes of steam coming from the frothing tub.

Once the tub was full enough, Thomas turned off the tap and pulled Khaled closer to the tub. He effortlessly scooped the young man’s cold body into his arms, settling him on the edge of the bath tub before gently lowering him in. “I’m going to help you wash your hair and body. Nod if you understand me.”

Khaled faintly nodded, eyes fully closing as he slumped into the soapy water. “Good boy.” Nothing but a small, contented sounding whimper answered him. At least he’s becoming verbal again.

Thomas methodically washed the young man’s body and hair, being mindful of not getting any soap in his eyes as he massaged his scalp with the shampoo. He noticed the newly forming chafe marks on Khaled’s wrists as he scrubbed his body. All the while he whispered sweet nothings into his ear, like “good boy, you’re being so good right now, we’re almost done, I gotta rinse you off and drain the tub next.”

The awareness in Khaled’s eyes was flickering back on once Thomas helped him out of the bath tub and began towel-drying him. “Back with me, beautiful?” he teased.

“Mmm.” Inky dark eyes glittered up at him from dark lashes and damp strands of black hair as Thomas wrapped a soft fluffy towel around his shoulders.

“Yeah, good. Very good.” He procured something small and metallic from behind his back.

Khaled instinctively backed away as soon as he saw what it was. “Khaled,” he warned. It was all he needed to say for the boy to stay rooted on the spot. “I haven’t forgotten about you running around and getting an STD,” he explained as he wrapped the cock cage around Khaled’s privates. “And I’m still mad about it. But maybe I will let you out once we’re both all better.” He padlocked it in place and held the small caged appendage in his hand. “Or once I put that dumpster lover of yours under, like the horndog he is. Whichever comes sooner.” He marveled at how it was but a microcosm of Khaled’s greater captivity. As he craned his gaze upwards, he saw Khaled pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look –I’m doing this for your own good!” The boy smoothed his frown back into a neutral expression of apathy as he hid his eyes behind his lashes.

“That’s more like it. Now, can you change into your pajamas and wait in the living room until Master is done in here?” He measured out his words slowly and carefully, explaining it as if Khaled was a child again. Another quiet hum answered him. “Good boy. When I’m done, we can eat, and then we’ll watch whatever you’d like.” He gestured him out with a small wave of the hand, then hopped into the shower for a quick rinse off himself.

When he got out of the shower, towel-dried himself, and changed into a fresh pair of flannel pants and a wife-beater tank top, Thomas made his way to the living room, where Khaled sat on the floor, at the foot of the couch, gazing down at the carpet with desolate eyes. He was still wrapped in the bath towel. Seeing him there brought back memories of when Khaled was younger, when he would lean against his shins and let him brush his thick black hair. The memory brought back fond feelings in Thomas’ chest. He turned around and went back to the bathroom for a hairbrush.

Once he was done brushing his slave’s hair, they ended up sitting opposite each other at the dining room table, each with a plate of reheated takeout from a new Indian restaurant Tom had wanted to try. While the boss himself ravenously devoured the bhuna ghost, Khaled kept tearing the same corner of buttered naan between his fingers while staring apathetically at the murgh cholay.

“Are you sure you don’t want any more food?” he asked again. “You hardly touched your portion.”

The boy merely shook his head.

“Come on, at least two more bites, Khaled,” he coaxed. “Give me at least two more bites before I put it away.”

Khaled cast him an empty, weary stare, not breaking eye contact as he tore off the weathered chunk of bread, dipped it into the curry, and ate exactly two more bites.

They ended up cuddling onto the couch together after dinner, a rarity in their household. Thomas man-spread on the couch and rested his arms outstretched along the back. Khaled, still wearing nothing but a damp bath towel around his shoulders, leaned against his side with his head resting on his chest. His hands curled around a steaming mug of chai, which he occasionally sipped as they watched a rerun of the AFC World Cup. Khaled didn’t cheer, or groan, or offer any commentary of any kind throughout the whole match. It was unusual for Khaled to remain this quiet and glum during a game. Thomas gently took the mug from his hands and set it on the table. “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet this evening? Is it –oh, is it because of that little scare off the side of the road?” he guessed. Khaled pushed his weight up against him, just short of burrowing into the man’s side.

“I guess I scared you pretty badly, didn’t I? Look, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know now it wasn’t you, but I had to be sure. I promise I will never fake you out like that again.”

The young man remained silent as he leaned against his chest.

“If anything, you should be blaming that boyfriend of yours,” he continued. “I bet he never would’ve attempted that hit if he knew what I was about to do to you tonight. But, what’s done is done, and now you’ll never see him again.”

Khaled did not respond.

It took about an hour more of mind-numbing soccer footage for him to realize the boy had fallen asleep on him.

Oh. He softly smiled as he turned off the TV. He carefully got up and lowered Khaled onto the couch, disentangling the towel from his unconscious, nude form. He propped a throw pillow behind his head, then unfurled a fleece blanket and draped it over him, making sure his feet were covered and he was properly tucked in for the night. “Goodnight, Khaled,” he whispered, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the side of the boy’s parted lips. “I… love you...”

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[waterfallofspace]

Who are your favorite artists/writers in the community?

I see this one has been going around!! I actually got two, so forgive me for answering only just the one, but thank you both for sending this in!! Absolutely gonna emphasis *favourite*, not best, so I'm CERTAIN I'm gonna miss people that I just haven't seen

Okay so this is gon be a long list, and tagging people is scary so I really apologize if any of you didn't wanna be tagged <3 and I'm certain to miss a few, so if I don't mention you, please know that you're still amazing and it doesn't mean I don't melt to bits at your content!!!~ <3

(also gonna include a few wav makers bc that's honestly an art too!!! and i feel they deserve to be praised for that!!~)

(and gonna copy snzdreams here <3) People I know/Friends:

--- @onetrickponi is an absolute TREASURE, not only so kind and fun, but also genuine triple threat, despite what her name suggests~ --- @zensations35 one of the BIG names on here, at least to me~ someone I've adored for years, such a kind person too!! Not super close, but adore her!~ --- @snzdreams Absolute dear, and SUCH a fun person, and honestly honestly honestly the best g/ojo writer ive ever had the pleasure of reading, girl i stg that closet fic will live with me forever --- @bestwhumpist SOOOOO good!!! and so sweet, i have the honour of calling you a friend and also the honour of enjoying your WORK bc mmm girl yes --- @ithadtobesneezing also one of the sweetest people, so many people on here are so sweet and it makes me insane, and SUCH a good writer, like hello??? hi???? made me fall in love with y/uta i swear --- @6pmsoup AMAZING art like AMAAZZZINNGGG art, looks so good i'd swear it was straight from a manga --- @hachiibun some of my favourite art on this entire site, hachii is not only INSANELY impressive, also so nice!!! genuinely amazing~ --- @goodlucksnez makes some REALLY good wavs, and Vic is also such a kind and fun person!~ --- @ezynse REALLY good fics, personally seen a few a/ce a/ttorney ones making the rounds, but also just a funny and sweet person~ --- @lycheeehehe made this one w/olfwood drawing that made me feel things AND AND AND then also made a list of hcs for t/oji and ik hcs arent what you asked but literally made me insane over this man --- @devilscastle69 THE h/otwings writer on A/03, absolutely go check them out if you like h/otwings, some AMAZING stuff on there!! (also just such a cool person hi <3) --- @themiseryandcompany older fics but SOOO worth it, tasty lil morsels, and also one of my first friends on here!!! so adore her forever <3 --- @snzluv3r hi so honestly this one is so hguahguh for me to admit but some of the hottest wavs on here, and more than that!! literally a sweetheart, SUCH a sweet person!~ <33

People I don't know, but really appreciate:

--- @whiskey-tango-matcha such good stories about their lil guy ocs, they're SO alive and I honestly feel like they're characters from a published media with how much I know them and feel certain of them!! --- @autumnsneezes some of the best wavs (and snzs) that i've heard, absolutely amazing!!~ --- @gemsden some REALLY good content over here, mostly just posts with vague ideas, but some writing too!~ and just sooo good!~ --- @kotyonoksnz literally SUCH amazing art, released a few comics of it, and SPOILED snzblr with a beautiful h/azbin partial one, absolutely incredible art!!

omg this has been SO long im so sorry!! and im so sorry if i missed someone/you, i PROMISE it doesn't mean I don't love your stuff, just means i forgot T-T but I hope the length (and tags) are alright, and thank you for asking non!!~

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bittersweet 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc. 

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU 

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Your startup business catches the eye of a powerful rival.

Character: Loki Laufeyson

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved. 

“So, the Green Bundle includes a Match truffle, chocolate mint smoothies, and green tea infused fudge,” you explain to the trio of women across from you. “The deluxe includes peppermint cocoa as well and comes in a this mug.” 

You present one of the few kits you have left in your inventory. As big a deal as getting a stall at the event was, you hadn’t expected the crowd. You’re overwhelmed, especially realising you’re the only stand with only a single body. 

“That’s so cute,” the taller brunette remarks, “what about the Pink kit? It says strawberry and creme?” 

“Ah, yes, that one sold out rather quickly today. I can offer a voucher for my online boutique or I can sell you a sampler box? It has the strawberry and creme as well as my more popular flavours.” 

“Do you do this all yourself?” The curly blonde asks as she eyes the chocolate dipped cherries. 

Another body crowds in, a tall men bending to peruse your hand-painted sign listing all your bundles and boxes. He pays you little mind as he eyes cling to the letters and he reaches to pluck up one of your cards. You return your attention to the blonde. 

“Yes, they’re all hand-crafted. The mugs as well but I don’t do those. I’ve a friend who makes those.” 

“The packaging is so pretty,” the first preens, “can I have a sampler then?” 

“Sure,” you answer, “I do the packaging as well. All the stickers, the bows I tie myself, and I decorate each box.” 

“Wow, that’s so cool,” the middle on remarks, “I’ll have a sampler as well and the green bundle.” 

“Sampler for me,” the third agrees. 

You go through the same process with each. You grab the product, put it in a bag, seal it with a sticker, and ring them through with a tap of their card. They all seem excited for their purchase and it’s contagious. It’s been a hectic day but you’re running low and you don’t think you’ll make it through to closing. Still, it’s good advertising. 

“Green tea fudge?” The tall man slithers towards the center of your counter, “an unusual combination.” 

“Yes, that one took a lot of experimenting.” 

“Mmm,” he still has your card in hand, bending it slightly as he flicks it with his thumb, “the red bundle. Cherry, red velvet, and...” he leans back to check the sign, “cayenne. Interesting.” 

“I try to make sure there’s variety in each,” you explain. 

“Yes, so it seems. I’ll take a red then.” 

“Sorry, sir, um, I’ve sold out of most. I still have the yellow, the black, and the green--” 

“Sold out?” He raises his wrist to give an emphatic glance at his watch, “either you’re very popular or ill-prepared.” 

You’re surprised by the accusation. He’s rather blunt. You’ve dealt with many different types today but they’ve all been relatively pleasant, after all, it’s hard to be in a bad mood at a Baking Show. 

“Fair, I wasn’t expecting so many buyers, sir. But you have my card, you’ll see my online boutique is listed--” 

“But I want to buy now,” he says as he tilts his head, dark brows rising just slightly. 

“I understand, I apologise for the inconvenience, but I just don’t have the red on-hand. I do have a sampler here--” You grab one of the variety boxes, “it would have the cayenne and the cherry.” 

“Do you think a one-person operation like this is sustainable?” He inquires sharply. 

You wince and shake your head, “sir? I’ve only just started. I’m sure with growth I’ll have to adjust.” 

“And do you have a business plan or is this some Etsy venture with no goals?” 

You nearly choke. You don’t know what you’ve done to offend him. 

“Well, sir, if you don’t want to buy, I do have free samples available. I don’t have any of the red flavours but I do have some banana peanut butter and salted caramel apple--” 

“I didn’t ask about samples,” he insists, “I’m asking about your business plan.” 

You bat your lashes and look around. Has he come to this event just to interrogate people over their bottom line? 

“I suppose it’s something I will have to review after today,” you contend. 

“I’d say,” he tucks your card into his jacket pocket, his hand lingering within as he pulls out a leather wallet, “if you have any questions...” 

He slides a card free and offers it. You take it hesitantly and read the gold font on matte black cardstock. Black Snake Chocolatier. You run your fingers over the embossed lettering and narrow your eyes. You peer over at the large banner over that business’ booth. He must be from over there but he’s not exactly dressed for the work. His suit is pressed and stainless. 

“I did sponsor that one,” he pulls your attention back, “but I’ve come down to take measure of my competition and possible... acquisitions.” 

You nod slowly as you meet his green eyes. Is this intimidation? 

“Loki Laufeyson,” he offers his hand as a glint of silver in his hair catches the light, “might I have your name?” 

You trade your name and a handshake. He squeezes enough for you to wince. He lets go and you slip his card in you apron pocket with all the others collected from your fellow vendors. 

“I’ll certainly take a sampler,” he says, “see if this little venture has any teeth.” 

His every word is like a bite. He speaks with the fangs of the very logo of his business. You put his purchase into your phone and offer the square for him to tap his payment. He processes it and swipes up the box before you can package it. 

“Do you want a bag?” You ask. 

“I can handle it,” he tucks the box under his arm. “Best of luck to you doing the same.” 

He glances around and slowly moves aside as a group of new customers set in. A family of five with three hollering children with grabby hands. Your eyes widen as you smile at them as best you can. This day has truly tested your social battery. 

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Sweet Gunn boy ily <3

Summary: The reader enjoys a lazy morning at the hotel with Austin.

It's early in the morning when you are woken up by the sun streaming in through the window, right into your face. Your eyes flit open and a yawn escapes past your lips. You move slightly and feel the presence of a warm body pressed up against your back.

It takes you a moment, but you are quick to remember that you brought Austin back to your hotel room last night being out for drinks with him and his buddies from Bullet Club Gold. You carefully turn around in bed and set your arms on Austin's warm chest. His eyes flutter open upon feeling your hands on him.

"Mmm, morning." Austin greets you with a yawn.

"Morning." You reply softly. "Sleep well?" You ask Austin while snuggling your head deeper into your pillow.

Austin lazily nods and you feel him set a hand on your hip gently. "It was one of my more comfortable nights." He admits with a cheeky grins.

"Please tell me that you don't have any early morning plans?" You ask another question lazily. "I'm too comfy to go anywhere anytime soon." Your eyes flutter shut with a content sigh.

"You'd have to pry my cold dead body out of this bed right now." Austin jokes. "Especially when I've got such good company." He adds and leans forward.

Your eyes peek open when you feel Austin's lips on your neck. You let out a hushed giggle and push against his chest. "Go back to sleep." You whine playfully.

"You sure?" Austin whispers a reply, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Yes." You push against Austin's chest again. "Sleep, please." You ask him again.

Your eyes remain shut as you attempt to snuggle back into bed and fall back asleep. But unfortuniatly for you, Austin is wide awake now. And he's eager to make sure he milks all the attention he can get from you.

"Austin!" Your eyes fly open when you feel Austin's hands wandering.

"Yeah?" Austin replies with a sly smile plastered on his handsome face.

You roll your eyes and turn away from Austin before rising into a sitting posistion. Austin watches you stretch your arms above your head and yawn again before you get to your feet.

"No! YN, I'm sorry." Austin whines. "Come back to bed." He pleads and reaches out in an attempt to grab you and pull you back into bed.

"Too late. I'm awake now." You shake your head and head for the bathroom door.

Austin groans and flops back into bed. He watches your hips sway in the most enticing way under your shirt as you head into the bathroom. You flick the bathroom light on and walk up to the mirror. Your peer at your dishevled reflection and frown. Your hair is in a tangled mess despite being pulled into a neat ponytail and there are hickies littered all over your neck and chest.

"Admiring my handywork?" Austin sneaks into the bathroom and comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.

"God, I don't think I'm going to have enough concealer for all of this." You complain. "I'm going to have to drop by an Ulta sometime today and buy another tube."

Austin sets his chin on your shoulder and pulls your body back into his chest. "I'd be happy to tag along and pay for that concealer." He offers.

"You want to go makeup shopping with me?" You quirk a brow in the mirror at Austin.

"Why not?" Austin shrugs. "We can grab lunch or something after." He suggests. "As long as I get to spend some more time with you before work."

You smile to yourself and set your hands on Austin's arms now wrapped across your chest. "You're awfully clingy, Gunn." You tease him.

"Well when you manage to land a woman as sexy and cool as you are, YN. You gotta make sure everyone knows that she's already got a man." He jokes with a grin.

You roll your eyes playfully and turn around in Austins arms. "I suppose having you around to tow around my bags at the mall isn't such a bad idea." You giggle. "I'm going to grab a shower, you wanna join?" You ask him.

"YN, if there ever comes a time that I answer no to that quuestion, please kick my ass." Austin replies and leans down for a kiss.

You giggle and grab Austin's hand, dragging him toward the shower. It's still early, so you've got plenty of time to screw around before you and Austin are needed for anything.

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get to know your mutuals!

thanks for tagging me @gerryrafferty :)

What's the origin of your username? in setting up a school username for me my mother typo'd hedgehog as head- and when i needed something for tumblr i thought it'd be cute to bastardize it further

OTP(s) + ship name: some of my all-timers are sylvix (fire emblem) brandytook (lotr) and newmann (pacific rim). sorry women

Favorite color: if it comes in grey i'm getting it in grey but i love the whole earth tone family

Song stuck in your head: honestly kinda cringe but lana del rey hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have but i have it.

Weirdest habit/trait: i only shift with my left pinky even though I know you're supposed to use the right for uppercase letters that appear on the left side of the keyboard? and for the record I only hit space with my right thumb.

Hobbies: all things fabric arts.

If you work, what's your profession? in 2024 i clawed my way from receptionist to admin assistant to legit bookkeeper :) which is actually what i went to college for lol

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? (boring answer) small business office manager. (cool answer) if it weren't for social media i'd love to be a media journalist but I can't for the life of me do the social part.

Something you're good at: i fancy myself a handyman at times.

Something you hate: putting a new trash bag in after emptying it :(

Something you collect: catcher in the ryes? (currently have 4 copies and 3 distinct editions <3) well honestly i just like acquiring books in general.

Something you forget: microholidays. st patrick's day? labor day? you are making things up at this point

What's your love language? giving or acts of service but it has to take actual time and effort. in this day and age nothing says i love you like spending more than the ten seconds it takes to order online or buy a hallmark card.

Favorite movie/show: movie would be the neverending story. television is furniture sorry!

Favorite food: i love food and i love cooking but honestly the only thing i can think of right now is asparagus with lemon mmm mm

Favorite animal: the one and only great american bison!

What were you like as a child? undiagnosed? lol

Favorite subject at school: english/lit if the teacher is any good. otherwise math i guess

Least favorite subject: oh my god all my business classes. shut upppp

What's your best character trait? i can send emails and make phone calls

What's your worst character trait? when the house starts to get kind of messy or the floor has too many bits on it i get kind of testy and passive aggressive until i vacuum or something. and then i'm totally normal.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? i'll just be boring and honest and say if i could meet mike nesmith late seventies or early aughts the time travel radiation could make me wither and die and i'd be soo so happy.

tagging but no pressure: @thetomboyeffect @fleetn-crab85 @hannelore-grace um anyone else !

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Slimav and itch 👀

Hey hey! Sorry for the delay, the writing muse was not having it for the past couple of days. My writing gets a bit away from the ask a bit, but I hope you enjoy this anyway!

This prompt comes from the comfortable intimacy tag. Prompt: (itch) sender assists receiver with an itch they can't reach.

PS - I could be tempted to continue this story if anyone is interested. Slimav is always a fun time . . .

Maverick twisted in his chair, face creased with concentration as his hands scrabbled around trying to reach a spot on his back.

Slider raised a condescending brow. “What’s got your panties in a bunch, shortstack?”

“Goddamn mosquitos,” Maverick fumed back sharply. “Goose and I were on the court after sunset last night and the stupid things were everywhere.”

“Hmm.” Slider watched as the furious contorting continued. “And I assume you weren’t wearing your shirt during the game?”

“Of course not! Gotta keep this California tan somehow.”

 “You look like a dog with fleas.”

Maverick’s expression went nuclear. “You’re so hilarious, Sli.” His face was an alarming shade of puce as he left the chair with a huff.

Maverick headed for the partial wall near the small kitchen as Slider laughed. He turned around and wedged his back against the sharp corner, rubbing against it like a bear on a tree.

“Come on, that’s just pathetic,” Slider sighed. He crossed the room in four long strides and grabbed Maverick’s arm.

“What the hell, that was working!” Maverick groused.

Slider rolled his eyes as he spun Maverick around and pulled up the back of his shirt. The tanned skin beneath was riddled with small red marks. He whistled through his teeth.

“Yeah, that does look rough.”

Maverick started to respond, heat coloring his tone, but Slider didn’t wait for a reply before running his big, hot hands up Maverick’s spine. He dug in with his fingernails, scratching firmly. Maverick hissed and shuddered, jumping as broad fingers dug in to his waist.

“That hurts! And Goose said not to scratch, it’ll just make the spots worse.”

“Trust Mother Goose to have an opinion but not offer to help,” Slider snorted. “But that does make sense. You’ll just get redder if I keep this up.”

“But it’s still itchy!”

Slider’s hands didn’t leave Maverick’s skin. He lingered, pressing against the curves of his spine and alone the muscles of his shoulders. The mosquito bites were still irritating, but the long, sweeping touches both soothed and inflamed Maverick in another way.

“C’mon, I have another idea,” Slider said after a pause. “Lose the shirt and get in the kitchen.”

“You having ideas is dangerous.”

“Now who’s full of jokes?” Slider grabbed a clean dish towel and opened the freezer, rummaging around and cracking several ice cubes out of the tray.

Maverick hesitated. He toyed with the hem of his shirt and considered his options. On the one hand, he could see that icing the bites could reduce the swelling and the itch. On the other hand, he didn’t really trust himself to be half naked in the same room as Slider. And that’s before he considers what it’ll be like for Slider to touch him more.

 But Slider gestured impatiently with his handful of ice, so Maverick pulled the shirt over his head and faced away, his gaze level to the cheap laminate countertop. He jumped at the first touch of cold.

“Settle down,” Slider grumbled. “If you keep flinching so much, this is gonna take forever.”

Maverick swallowed hard. Slider’s hands roamed over his back familiarly as the first bite cooled down. He had to admit – the cold did sooth the itch. Slider stepped closer, a wall of warmth along Maverick’s back. He plucked one of the cubes out of the towel and pressed it against a bite low on his shoulder blade. Maverick hissed at the surprise.

 Slider chuffed a laugh, warm air rushing through Maverick’s hair. “Easy, now.”

 “You could have warned me.”

“Mmm, but what’s the fun in that?”

Maverick had no answer. Slider shifted the towel to another bite and the cooled skin trembled when exposed to the kitchen air. Maverick breathed carefully through an open mouth as Slider put the uncovered ice cube on a bite up by the nape of his neck. Slider’s thumb balanced on the side of his neck, making his pulse flutter.

“That should be most of them,” Maverick rasped an interminable time later.

“Are you sure?” Slider accompanied the question with a lazy glide of his hand down Maverick’s spine, the cooled tips of his fingers lighting up every inch of skin he touched.

“Yeah.” Maverick needed Slider to stop touching him. He needed him to never stop . . . “I think the ice did all it’s gonna do for me.” The cubes were melting. Water trailed down his skin, making him shiver as it streamed down toward the waistband of his pants.

Slider grabbed Maverick’s hips and spun him around. Maverick’s head dropped back, startled, to make eye contact. “I-I can do the front.”

“Of course you can.” Slider bit back a smile, but lines deepened around his sparkling eyes.

Wet and cold trailed over Maverick’s pecs. There was a bite on his sternum that got covered first. He shifted as Slider’s hand moved once the inflamed spot was cold, the motion making the ice land on his nipple. Gasping, he pushed up into Slider’s arm to move him away.

“Where are you going with that?”

“Wherever I want?” Now Slider had to be messing with him. He glided the loose cube down the centerline of his midsection and watched as it trailed into the coarse hair above his bellybutton.

“What if I want you to do what you want?” Maverick had to clear his throat twice before the words came out. Slider’s eyes snapped back up to stare into his face, blown dark with want.

Maverick reached out and cupped the side of Slider’s face, reveling in how the rasp of his stubble felt against his fingertips. Then he traced the bridge of his nose down to his grinning mouth. From there it was easy to sway closer and close the distance between their lips.

Slider deepened the kiss with a soft growl. He tipped Maverick’s chin up to improve the angle of attack, their noses bumping as they worked to set a give and take. His strong hands clutched at Maverick’s waist and drew their bodies in closer, pressing the growing warmth of their arousal together.

The sound of a key turning in the lock interrupted them. Flushing, Maverick threw himself off the countertop and raced to retrieve his shirt as Ice walked in to the living room.

“Maverick? Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Mosquito bites. Ice helps.” He got caught with one arm in the head hole. Ice snorted and helped get him sorted out.

“Slider, next time you want to flirt with your boytoy, make sure I’m not going to walk in. This could have been very embarrassing for all of us.” Ice glared at his RIO, but he fought back a smile.

Maverick spluttered, but Slider cut in before he could reply. “Sure thing, Ice. We wouldn’t want to scar you for life.”               

Slider winked at Maverick as he turned to dump the ice in the sink. Confused and feeling very caught out, Maverick darted away from Slider to the relative safety of the couch. Ice’s mirth diffused a lot of the tension in the room, but interest still simmered low in his belly. Maybe next time (was he really going to consider that there could be a next time???), Ice wouldn’t show up, and he’d see how far things would go

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unholy, unholy, unholy - the natalie edit

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!OC (Curator!OC)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: the ministry being the catholic church's evil twin, manipulation, masturbation, confession, copia lowkey being a desperate little sex freak my beloved

Words: 5,162

Summary: She really walked right into this, Natalie tells herself. She can't even be mad at Copia for suggesting it.

a/n: lmao it took me like an hour to edit this so if you see some grammatical fuck ups no you don't anyway enjoy some horndog behavior

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“Jesus fucking Christ Almighty.”

Natalie slams her office door shut with her hip and Cardinal Copia turns to look at her from his seat.

“Need help?”

With a grunt and a shake of her head she walks past him and sets the bag of food down on her desk, heaving a deep sigh.

“Had to go on a fucking scavenger hunt because the goddamn DoorDash driver left the bag with a maintenance worker, who gave it to one of Terzo’s ghouls, who left it in a stairwell for some reason…don’t ask me how I managed to find it because fuck if I know.”

Dramatically she flops into her desk chair and gives her lunch companion a look as he begins to sort out their meals with a smile.

“You know you eh…take the Lord’s name in vain quite a bit for someone who wasn’t raised in religion.”

When he passes Natalie’s container of Pad see ew to her, she grins.

“Ehhh you know, the perils of being raised in a predominantly Christian society. It’s funny, the first time I said ‘Jesus Christ’ I was maybe…I don’t know nine? Ten? And my mom tersely told me ‘don’t say that’ to which I replied ‘why not?’ I don’t think she knew how to answer that question in a way that would make me care, you know? I had gone all my little life not giving a shit about Jesus, why would I now?”

Copia chuckles and cracks open his own takeaway box.

“Ah Natalia, you continue to stray further and further from God’s light every day. Thank Sathanas for that, hmm?”

With a smile, she clinks her soda can against his and digs into her meal.

“You ever think about how fascinating your religion is, Copia?”

Natalie props her feet up on her desk as Copia delicately picks noodles out of his box with chopsticks. 

“Eh, how do you mean?”

“Like…you’re a Satanic cardinal. You’ve sworn your life to uphold the tenets of Satanism. You…we live at a massive complex dedicated to Satan. One of many complexes throughout the world, apparently. And yet, barely anyone knows of the Ministry’s existence. It’s wild, really.”

He makes a thoughtful noise as he chews on a particularly crunchy piece of bok choy.

“Ah, well,” he begins, setting his chopsticks down and reaching for the soda resting on the desk, “We’re trying to change that. In…subtle ways.”

“Mmm, the Ghost project.”

“Sì, the idea is we use Papa to spread our message through music - something that is accessible to many people.”

“With the hopes that you and your evil brethren can dominate the globe?” she says, scrunching her nose playfully and giving him a big wink.

“Something like that,” he smiles wryly.

“Well I’ve listened to some of the project’s music and I gotta say…big fan. I think your sinister subliminal messaging is working on me.”

“Oh?” he asks, setting down his food in order to cross his legs and give her a curious stare. “Tell me more, cara. Do I have a future sister of sin on my hands?”

Natalie closes her eyes and laughs, missing the hungry way the Cardinal watches the line of her pale throat as her head tilts back.

“Maybe…let’s just say I’m intrigued. How could I not be when I’m surrounded by it all the time?”

He nods, resting a gloved hand on his knee and straightening his cassock.

“Perhaps…”

She fixes him with a look she knows will make him lose his train of thought for a moment. Positively wicked.

“Perhaps…?”

“Perhaps,” he clears his throat, eyes darting away from hers, “You would like to attend one of our services?”

Natalie nods gamely. 

“Is a super cool and hip youth pastor going to tell me about the ways the Devil cares about me unconditionally?”

He rolls his eyes and fixes her with an unamused stare.

“Very funny, dolcezza. Would you prefer that I have you sit with Papa Nihil while he explains the history of the Emeritus bloodline?”

Natalie balks. The wizened Papa had a distinct dislike of her for some odd reason. She often wonders how he manages to give her such dirty looks through his cloudy eyes. She didn’t particularly care, however, as she saw the way he constantly brushed off and mistreated Copia during staff meetings. Nihil irked her to no end, no matter how much Sister Imperator liked him.

“Alright, fine, sorry. I only jest to get a rise out of you, I know how important your religion is to you. And hey, anything that has the drama and aesthetics of the Catholic Church without all the guilt and trauma has my full attention. Please don’t be mad.”

He grunts but she sees the way his mustache twitches as he fights back a smile. Natalie flutters her eyelashes a little and in a moment of boldness, takes her lower lip between her teeth. The way his mismatched eyes dart to her mouth and his jaw hangs open makes her giddy.

“I’m–,” his voice comes out as a hoarse rasp, “I forgive you, Natalia.”

“Thank you for absolving me of my sins, Your Eminence.”

He has to know she’s doing this on purpose at this point. Natalie’s not sure what has gotten into her today but something about the way he stares at her now makes her want to grab him by his pellegrina and haul him over her desk for a sloppy kiss. There’s a heavy tension between the two of them, not for the first time, as if all one of them needs to do is take a step forward and all hell would break loose.

“So, you want me to go to a service? What, like black mass? Unholy baptism? Virgin sacrifice?”

The spell is broken and briefly Natalie’s swagger flickers, wondering if she’s crossed a line.

“Eh, maybe someday but your statement about sin made me think…perhaps confession would be more suited to you?”

Now her jaw falls open and she can feel her cheeks light up as he watches her with a smirk toying at the corners of his mouth. The tables have turned and now she’s the one left speechless.

“O-oh?” she asks, voice a little higher than normal, “So if Catholic confession is about getting your sins forgiven, then Satanic confession is…having your sins…celebrated?”

“Corretto,” he says with a generous nod, “We’ll go through each one in ah…intimate detail.”

“We?” she squeaks out, stomach dropping severely, “I hadn’t realized that you would be presiding.”

“Oh sì,” he says, the smirk on his face positively devilish, “Although if you’d prefer someone else…”

“No,” she says just a little too quickly, her heart pounding, “I…I don’t know how much sinning I really get up to. I’ll probably bore you to tears.”

“You might be surprised, dolcezza,” Christ the nickname sounds devious on his lips right now, “What is it they say? ‘Still waters run deep’?”

Natalie’s laugh comes out just a little too loud and unnatural and she kicks herself.

“Ha…right. We…we should probably get back to this cataloging or Sister Imperator is going to publicly execute me.”

The rest of the afternoon proceeds normally, with the two of them diligently organizing the abbey’s collection of illuminated manuscripts. When they finally part, he gives her the date, time, and directions to the chapel where the confession booth is located.

“Natalia,” he murmurs as she begins to walk away, “you don’t have to do this.”

She gives him a half-smile and shakes her head.

“I think it will be good for me,” she says, hands behind her back as she rocks onto her heels, “And besides, how could I say no to spending an evening with you?”

Natalie makes sure not to turn away until she sees the full breadth of his dazed expression and by the time her back is to him and she’s walking away, there’s a loopy grin on her face. It’s not til she turns the corner and reaches the staircase to her quarters the full realization of what she’s agreed to dawns upon her. 

Oh fuck.

—

Natalie doesn’t see Copia the next two days between his duties and her own and for that she’s extremely thankful. The date of her confession has arrived and she’s equal parts nauseated and exhilarated. Having never gone to confession of any sort before, she’s not entirely sure what to expect. She’s not ignorant - she’s seen confession scenes in the media and have heard from friends raised in Catholicism - but what little she does know doesn’t assuage her anxiety. This is Satanic confession. A whole different beast. Her mind conjures images of blood rituals and sacrifices and being on her knees before Copia…his gloved hand tilting her chin upwards to look at him…

Christ Almighty, get your shit together.

She desperately tries to, as she sternly told herself, get her shit together but her mind is clouded the rest of her workday with positively sinful scenes of the two of them. Natalie’s particularly fond of the one where he’s got her in his office, her skirt hiked up over her hips as she bends over his desk and he pushes himself inside her from behind. The thought of his voice in her head, calling her his sweet little nicknames as he fucks into her, makes her practically drip. The final two hours in her office are torture before she’s able to skitter back to her rooms. She’s not meeting with Copia for another few hours and she needs to do something about the ache between her thighs. Impatiently, she fumbles for the buttons on her blouse with one hand while pushing her skirt off with another. She must look a sight, ripping her bra off and flinging it somewhere on the floor, but all she can think about now is getting to her bed. She almost trips twice in the journey to her room, blindly stumbling over and flinging herself on the mattress. What has gotten into her? She’s been horny before, about Copia sure, but this? The way she’s practically whining when her hands meet her bare breasts? She feels positively feral. 

“Copia,” Natalie breathes, fingers pinching at her nipples. She imagines his hands on her, the way the leather would warm as he strokes her soft skin.

Dolcezza. 

Fuck, she can hear it perfectly and it makes her sigh, one of her hands slowly sliding down her body to cup the heat of her. She’s sopping and time feels like it slows as she spreads herself open and slides two fingers against her engorged clit. All of her frantic rushing from earlier ceases as she twitches under her own touch, his name on her lips. She’s so sensitive right now it barely takes anything to bring her over the edge, but, she thinks as her orgasm wanes, it’s not quite enough. Taking a slow inhale she slips her fingers lower and teases at her entrance. The digits glide in easily enough with the abundance of slick coming from her and languorously she begins to pump them in and out. Her eyes slide shut and she imagines it’s his dexterous fingers instead, curling inside her so she can feel every stitch and groove of his glove. 

Cara mia, he’d murmur into her ear, so wet for me. So sweet for your Cardinal, eh? You honor me.

The whimpers crawling out of Natalie’s mouth are getting more frequent and higher in pitch - she knows she’s close. She brings her palm flat against herself to push on her clit as her hips continue to make little circles, driving her fingers deeper in. Her hand is aching but it doesn’t stop her from pulling another orgasm out of herself, chanting his name. Tears pool in her eyes and slide down her temples as she sobs aloud and all of a sudden it’s too much. Her body spasms on the duvet, breath coming in harsh pants as she attempts to slow the thundering of her heart. It’s not the first time she’s touched herself to the thought of him, by any means, but something feels…different. More charged. She’s exhausted, bone tired as she tries to organize her feelings. Reaching a hand up to rub her face she turns over and looks at the clock. 

5:32 PM

Her eyelids are heavy but she manages to lean over the side of her bed and locate her phone to set an alarm. Some sleep would do her good. Clear her head.

She doesn’t dream.

—------

Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.

Copia paces back and forth in the small, dimly lit (romantically lit, some would say) chapel. The last sibling of the evening just left and now all that remains is…her. He barely heard what the siblings were telling him this evening, so anxious was he and caught up in the thought of Natalia soon being in their position. More than once his vision went blurry as he imagined her a breath away, separated only by the decorative wooden screen.

He was so eager for her to walk through that door, now he’s not sure. With a heavy sigh through his nose he looks down at his watch.

6:58 PM

She’s always punctual and he counts on tonight being no different. Resigned to his fate, he shuffles over to the confession booth and opens the door, slotting himself inside. Shit, his ass hurts from the hard bench, why in fuck’s name had they not added a cushion to this side like there was on the other? He’s grumbling to himself in Italian when he hears the chapel door squeak open and firmly shut. Natalie’s soft footsteps approach - she must be wearing her sneakers and not her boots for the distinct clacking sound he usually hears from her has vanished. He sucks in a breath when he hears her open her side of the booth and quietly shut it. There’s a silence between the two of them so profound that when Natalie finally speaks he jumps.

“Hey. You’re in there right?”

He makes a loud, vague noise and sees her shoulders drop through the screen. He can’t get a read on her expression but the anxiety in the air has softened with her posture. 

“Good evening,” he begins, a little stiffly. “Eh, welcome.”

She breathes out heavy through her nose.

“Copia, is this a good idea?”

He pauses and looks down to pull at a loose thread on his cuff.

“Are…are you nervous, Natalia?”

She lets out a soft, self-deprecating laugh.

“Yeah, I’m fucking nervous! I’ve never even been to a regular confession let alone…this.”

“Well, we begin with the ceremonial bloodletting and–”

“Oh fuck off,” she grouses, flicking the screen that separates them. She falls silent after a moment.

“Cara, are you truly that anxious? Because we don’t have to do any–”

“I’m fine, Copia. Really. I don’t know why I'm so worked up. Fear of the unknown, I suppose,” she clears her throat and he hears her crack her neck.

“Bene. Shall I go over the process with you? And remember this is a celebration. No shaming. No guilt. No wrong answers.”

She takes a deep breath in and he sees her nod.

“I will start with the blessing and then we will go through the seven cardinal sins one by one. You may describe yours as briefly or lengthy as you like and we will venerate them. Once we have finished, I will close with a blessing. Then we will part. Nothing to be nervous about, eh? Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.”

“Very good,” he clears his throat and straightens his shoulders. “In nomine Padre, et Filio, et lo Spiritus Malum…we welcome this most sacred sinner into your embrace that she may revel in her transgressions against God.”

When he addresses her by name, he sees her jump.

“Let us begin with the Original Sin - pride.”

“Okay. Yeah. Pride.” There’s a few seconds of silence before he hears her softly curse. “Sorry, I should have made a list or something.”

“Take your time,” he says with a smile, simply content to be in her presence, “I have nowhere to be, Natalia. I am right here, ready when you are.”

He can see her eyelashes flutter as she looks down and her cheeks bunch in a soft smile. Although mostly obscured, the sight still makes his heart soar. After a minute or so of silence she speaks.

“Oh! Okay, uh pride. Well I was going to tell you about this anyway but…you know that little write-up I did of Satanic art in the time of the Counter-Reformation?”

“Naturalmente, it was superb.”

“Thank you. Well I thought it was too so I submitted it to a journal for publishing…and they accepted it.”

He can practically hear her grin and it makes him beam in return.

“Cara mia! Congratulazioni! You deserve nothing less! Although I hope you do not consider it a sin to rightfully celebrate an occasion such as this?”

Natalie sighs.

“Ah, I don’t know. I may have bragged a bit too much to other people in the field. Felt a little too self-satisfied about it. So I think that would count, right?”

He scoffs.

“To Papa Frankie, maybe. To us it is a well-deserved acknowledgement of your hard work and something you have every right to be proud of. Dolcezza, even if you hesitate to celebrate yourself, know that I always will do so for you. Published in a journal, well done Natalia.”

He may not be able to see it in the low light of the confessional but he can picture her flushed cheeks perfectly in his mind.

“Anything else you would like to say on the matter?”

“No, that’s it.”

“Are you ready for the next?”

“Yes,” she says, with greater confidence, “Let’s continue.”

“Onto the next. Envy.”

“Ah,” Natalie seems to deflate a little and his brows knit together, “Well about that. This…wow this is embarrassing.”

“No such thing as embarrassing at this moment. It’s a safe space, remember?”

“Right,” she huffs, “Okay well here it goes then. I see the sisters of sin every day walking around the corridors, working in the library, in the dining hall and…I envy them. I envy their bold confidence in their appearance and their sexuality.”

He’s silent for a moment, weighing whether or not he should say what he’s thinking. But she deserves to hear this.

“Confidence is not only represented by eh, wearing short skirts and high heels. I see you exude it every day when you’re bossing me around, no?”

Natalie barks out a laugh and it lightens his heart.

“Truth be told,” he sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I’m not the best person to be taking advice on confidence from. But I know how to recognize it and I see it in you.”

“Thank you,” she murmurs so softly he thinks he might have made it up, “Can we move on?”

“Si,” he says before clearing his throat, “Next one is wrath.”

He hears her suck in a breath through her teeth.

“Oh, I’ve got a good one for this. Well…not good. It wasn’t my best moment. But it definitely fits the bill.”

He makes a noise prompting her to continue.

“You know that new painting that Sister Imperator got at auction? The one of Lilith and Faust? It arrived last week and she asked me to oversee its unboxing. I told all the siblings working with me that once the box was open the painting was to be handled with archival gloves. I had to step out of the room for a second to talk to the head librarian and when I came back…not a glove to be found and the painting was halfway out of its crate. Copia I…I lost my shit. You know me I-I don’t get mad. But the fact that they had disregarded my instruction and got their bare fingers on that canvas, then acted ignorant about the whole thing…Christ, Copia I saw red. I don’t even remember half of what I yelled at them. I had to walk out before I did something I would regret. God, I already regretted raising my voice. I didn’t report them to Sister Imperator but she found out somehow…maybe the librarian? I don’t know what their punishment was but I haven’t seen them since. Copia, it was awful. I was awful.”

“With good reason,” he replies promptly, “They should have respected your authority as a professional in the field and by not doing so not only did they potentially damage Ministry property, but they also embarrassed themselves. Idioti. Though I would have liked to have seen you all riled up.” A confession of his own - Sathanas, would he have loved to see her flying at them like a demon, her claws sharp and her words sharper. The thought sends a shiver of arousal down his spine and he takes a moment to gather himself before speaking again.

“Is that all you wish to say?”

“Yes. Can we please move on?”

“Very well. Next is sloth.”

Natalie’s silent for a moment and his heart sinks, hoping she’s not dwelling too much on her last confession. He opens his mouth to speak but she beats him to it.

“Sloth, yeah. I, uh,” she lets out a giggle and he’s relieved to hear it, “None of these can get me in trouble with Sister Imperator, right?”

“No,” he says slowly, a grin curling his lips, “This is just between us.”

“Okay good. Do you remember a couple weeks back when I texted you that I wasn’t coming in because I was having a migraine?”

“Sì…”

“I was lying,” the words blurt out of her in a rush but she sounds almost gleeful about it, “I was so fucking tired and so cozy in bed and it was raining outside…I just couldn’t do it. Stayed under the covers all day watching Ghost Adventures.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he playfully chides, and he can see Natalie’s shoulders shake with laughter, “Signorina Sinclair, I am stunned. Horrified, even–”

“Oh it’s not that bad.”

“Horrified…that you didn’t tell me so I could join you. I love those ghost hunting shows.”

Her laugh makes him smile in return, “Next time we’ll play hooky together, I promise.”

He sighs deeply. “Please. I could use it.”

“I know,” she murmurs, “No one in this abbey works as hard as you do.”

“Grazie, tesoro. I appreciate your kindness.”

Natalie makes a warm noise of affirmation before speaking, “What’s next?”

“Gluttony.”

“Oh Christ,” she cringes, head falling forward, “Maybe…about a month ago? Primo came by my rooms and handed me a Tupperware container of brownies. Told me to eat one per sitting with a sweet old man smile on his face. I’m not an idiot, I heard what he grows in the abbey gardens but my God the stink that came off of these things. I knew I was about to get my shit rocked. So I ate my designated brownie and just puttered around, cleaning up the kitchen. All of a sudden, I’m flat on the floor in front of my fan having an out of body experience. I don’t know how long I was lying there for but by the time I hauled myself up I was so hungry I thought I was losing it. Went through a box of cereal, a sleeve of Ritz crackers, and the next thing I knew I was in the papas’ kitchen making a bag of popcorn. Don’t remember getting there and don’t remember coming back up to my rooms but the next morning I was tucked in bed. So weird.”

He chuckles nervously as if he wasn’t the one to find her wandering the kitchens stoned out of her gourd and put her there.

“Ha yes…weird. That’s…that’s all you remember?”

“Mmhmm. Talk about the devil’s lettuce. Was pissed I didn’t have any cereal the next morning, though.”

“Let’s move onto the next, hmm?” He’s a little louder than necessary but she doesn’t question his suspicious behavior.

“Yeah sure. Hit me.”

“Eh, greed.”

“Hmm,” she ponders and he hears the back of her head thunk against the wood of the booth. “Damn, this is a hard one.”

“It usually is, funnily enough. You can always skip it, if you like.”

“No, no, no,” she says, leaning forward, “I’m trying to get the full set, let me cook.”

That actually makes him laugh out loud. How he adores her so.

“Greed, greed, greed,” she mutters to herself, “Ah…greed would include covetousness, yeah?”

“Mmm, is there something or perhaps…someone you have been coveting?”

It’s a leading question and he knows this as he hears her breath quicken. It’s at this point in his fantasies where Natalie confesses her adoration for him, where he flees the confines of his side of the booth to fall to his knees before her and worship her as Sathanas intended. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he tastes the bitter tang of his paints which distracts him for a moment when he hears her say–

“Yes. There is someone.”

The silence is deafening between the two of them and his heart thuds against his ribcage, desperate for her to reach over and tear it from his chest. He flexes his hands, the leather squeaking as the both of them sit with the words.

“O-oh?” he finally manages to stutter. He can see her lovely pale green eyes are shut and hears her loudly swallow.

“I, um,” she begins, “Yeah. There is someone I’ve wanted for…a long time. I…I think he–I mean they–might reciprocate but…”

Tell her, you fool.

“Can we do the next one, actually?” Natalie’s voice is so painfully soft and his stomach drops. She is doing you a kindness, his brain cruelly provides, by not telling you of who she truly wants. A sibling, perhaps. Or perhaps…one of your fratelli. The thought pains him so he nearly doubles over on himself as if being punched in the gut. Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed.

Lust.

He’s startled by the sound of his own voice and she is too, judging from the way she twitches. From his obscured view she looks positively horrified, as if she had forgotten about this one.

“I haven’t been with anyone,” Natalie blurts out, sounding both panicked and deeply embarrassed. He hardly recognizes his own voice as he responds with uncharacteristic calmness.

“Lustful acts…do not always have to involve another person.”

Now why the fuck would he say that? He can see her eyes widen and even in the dim light of the confessional he registers the violent blush on her cheeks.

“Oh I…oh.”

She raises a hand up to rub aggressively at her face, breathing deep.

“In that case, yes,” she finally says and his gut clenches, “I have indulged in the sin of lust.”

“A-about the person you covet?” He’s pushing it but he can’t help himself, can’t help the hope that simmers in his belly and makes his pants tighten.

“Mmm…mhmm,” Natalie responds and she opens her mouth to speak but hesitates. When she finally does, there’s a new tone to her voice - something low. Sensual.

“It’s…good. Fuck it’s good. When I think about them I-I go a little insane. I want them so fucking badly and it’s so easy to think about them and what they could do to me. What I would let them do to me.”

His fist flies to his mouth to stifle the whine that threatens to escape from him and his cock throbs underneath his cassock. He can feel Natalie’s eyes on him, see her full lips parted and it makes him lightheaded. Focus. Focus. Go over there and fuck her against this goddamned confessional. Focus.

“Sathanas bless you, Natalia,” he finally ekes out, his voice hoarse, “I-In celebrating your body a-and your desire you have made Him proud. Well done.”

A beat passes until she clears her throat. He thinks if he doesn’t tend to his dick soon he’s going to pass out.

“That’s all of them then, right? Got the full set?”

“Mmhmm. You can go if you like.”

“Didn’t you say there’s another blessing at the end?”

Satan damn her ability to vex him when he needs relief…and her…the most.

“Eh, yes. In nomine Padre, et Filio, e-et lo Spiritus Malum,” Cazzo what was the rest of it? “Ah…Sathanas bless this most sacred sinner for reveling in her transgressions against God. Nema.”

“Cool, well uh. Goodnight Copia. This has been…enlightening.”

“It certainly has,” he mutters under his breath, fingers itching to adjust his bulge. He’s not sure if Natalie heard him or not because in an instant she’s opened the booth and skittered down the nave to the door. He doesn’t breathe again until he hears her firmly shut it behind her and within seconds he’s fumbling for the hem of his cassock. He knows the likelihood that she was talking about him is slim but simply entertaining the thought that it could be has him unzipping his pants with vicious determination. When his cock finally, blessedly meets leather he could cry with relief. He knows he’s dribbling pre on himself but he doesn’t care - all that matters is the way she sounded confessing her lustful actions to him and how it drives his fist back and forth. Oh, how sweet she was. Tempting even when she isn’t trying to be. How he would revel in ruining her. The thought makes him double over, his unoccupied hand pressed against the wall of the booth in an attempt to stabilize himself. When he thinks of her eagerly spreading herself open for him a broken moan escapes his lips, hips rutting upwards into his grip. What sweet little noises she would make, his Natalia - right there, Copia, please, that’s it - her body eager to yield to his touch. 

“Dolcezza,” he grits out, “ragazza perfetta mia. S-so good–ah–for y-your Cardinal.”

His hand is a blur as it rockets along his shaft and he grunts into the silent chapel. He thinks of Natalie looking up at him with that heart-shatteringly kind look on her face, her lips in a soft smile and he cries out, his seed painting his grucifix in desperate spurts. His mind is fuzzy but his hand doesn’t slow, determined to wrench every last drop out of himself until his head falls back and hits the wood of the booth. Groggily, he puts himself away and lowers his cassock before stumbling out of the confessional. His spend drips onto the stone floor but it matters little - surely it’s not the first that floor has seen. All of a sudden he’s exhausted - feeling every second of his five decades - as he blows out candle after candle. When his task is complete he trudges to the door and rests his forehead on the wood for a moment. 

He thinks of Natalie’s smile once more.

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Desire/ 1

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader, featuring Wooyoung

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Voyeurism, Sub Seonghwa, handcuffs, dirty talk, cock massage, abs riding, reverse cowgirl, 69, blow job, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, featuring Wooyoung

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Seonghwa POV

I'm pissed off as I storm down the hall to Wooyoung's room

He's yelling so loudly and he needs to shut the fuck up

I'm trying to nap

I don't know what he's doing, playing a video game, watching a movie but he needs to cut the shouting out

Grabbing his doorknob, I shove the door open

"Wooyoung, shut the fu....", I trail off as I get a clear view of my best friend bouncing on Wooyoung's dick

I know she and Wooyoung fuck from time to time

It doesn't bother me

She's a grown ass woman, she can do what she wants

The only rule I have is that she can't go fuck him if she came to hang out with me

That's not cool

She agreed and today we weren't hanging out

I just didn't know she was here right now

My mouth drops as I watch her ass bounce, her cunt sliding up and down his cock, her hole spreading open so widely

It's fucking hot and I'm turned on, my cock getting hard

Wooyoung looks around her, stopping her movements

"We have a guest", he says and she immediately turns her head to me

"Hwa", she gapes, her whole face turning red

"I uh I...."

"What do you want?", Wooyoung asks, like I didn't just see him getting ridden

"I uh...you were loud...I came to tell you...uh... shut up", I babble, trying so hard to think and not stare at her cunt stuffed full with his dick

Wooyoung smirks at me, "Are you hard?"

"What?", she yells, looking down between my legs, her eyes widening

"He is", Wooyoung laughs

"Shut up", I growl, realizing I'm just standing here and I need to get the fuck out, "I....bye"

"Wait", Wooyoung calls, making me stop, glaring at him

"Wanna join?"

"What?", she and I both say

"C'mon baby", he tells her, "Don't you wanna have fun with Hwannie?"

I swallow hard

I mean I have thought about sex with her but it was never more than a passing thought

I have eyes, I know she's hot, gorgeous but that's all it ever was

I've never seen her in action like I have now and I have to say, I wouldn't mind her bouncing on my dick like that

"Mmm...yeah ok", she answers

"Wanna Hwa?", Wooyoung asks

I nod like a bobble head doll

"Close the door and come here so we can talk about what's going to happen"

My body moves on its own, closing the door, locking it and my feet move me to his bed

He's moved her off him, both of them sitting next to each other

"So if you wanna join, it's my way", he starts

I raise my eyebrow, "Your way?"

He smirks, nodding, "Yeah"

"What's your way?"

"I tell you two what to do. How to fuck each other", he says, "Kinda like a director"

Ok, I can deal with that

I don't think he'll do anything too crazy

Hopefully

"And you're gonna be tied up"

"What?", I gape

Tied up?

What the fuck is that shit?

"Tied up. Well more accurately, handcuffed to the bed. She's gonna play with your dick and you're gonna take it"

I'm not gonna lie, that sounds hot

Having her dominate me?

I'm down with that

"Are you and I...", I trail off

He shakes his head, "Nah. It's your and her first time, it's about you guys. She can suck me off since I've been in her cunt before. I may touch your dick to get you inside her but that's all"

I can handle that

"Do you agree?", he asks

Yes I do

I want her

I don't know where this want is coming from but I want her

"Yes", I answer

"Is that ok with you baby?", he asks her

"Yeah", she nods

"Alright", Wooyoung exclaims

He's really excited about this

"Take your shirt off", he orders, as he rummages in his nightstand

Pulling my shirt up, I hear her gasp

Getting the shirt off, I look at her, my eyes widening as she stares at my abs with lust

I never thought she'd ever look at me like that

"Lay down", Wooyoung demands, pointing to the middle of the bed

I get on the bed, laying down, Wooyoung hovering over me, propping pillows behind me so I'm not laying completely flat

"Put your arms up"

I raise my arms, feeling cool metal around my wrist

I hear the sound of the handcuff locking and I look up, watching him handcuff my hand high on his bed

He gets up, moving to the other side of the bed, handcuffing my other hand too

Why he has two pairs of handcuffs I don't know

And I don't want to know who or how he uses them

"Take his pants and boxers off babe", he directs her

She moves onto her knees and I get my first glimpse of her completely naked

Fucking stunning

Big boobs, small frame, tiny pussy and....does she have abs too?

My mouth drops at the faint lines on her stomach

When did she get those?

"What?", she asks, tilting her head

"If I'm following his gaze correctly, he's looking at your abs" Wooyoung says

Yes I am and I didn't know that seeing them on her would turn me on so fucking much

"Oh. Well his are better", she answers, her cheeks pink

"When did you...", I ask

"Uh, I uh work out with Wooyoung"

My head shoots in his direction, "What?"

He shrugs, "When I asked her to fuck one time she said she was going to the gym and we could fuck later. I asked her if I could come too. Since then we go together all the time"

I'm surprised and honestly a little hurt

She knows I go to the gym all the time, why hasn't she asked me to go with her?

I would gladly go with her

"Do her muscles turn you on?", he smirks

"Yes", I answer right away, watching the shock fall on her face

"Well if you like her abs then you're gonna love her thighs. She works them out all the time and she can ride dick for a long time. You're gonna be in for a big surprise", he chuckles

My eyes snap down to her thighs and I can see the small muscles there too

Fuck me, it's such a turn on

If she rides me, I know I'm gonna be watching her legs move

Fuck, I'm so horny, I'm straining against my sweatpants

"Take his pants and boxers off princess. The wait is killing him"

She nods, her hands grabbing my pants, fingers sliding between my boxers waistband

She tugs down my pants and boxers and I lift my ass so she can pull them all the way down

I can't believe my best friend is undressing me

I would of never thought this would be near the realm of possibility

But it fucking is

She gets everything off, throwing it next to the bed

I watch her eyes slowly move up to my stiff dick, her eyes widening

"Oh my god", she whispers

"Hwannie has a massive cock huh?", Wooyoung smirks

"Yy..yeah", she murmurs

I do have an abnormally big dick

More so thick than super long

I've never had any complaints but I wonder if I'm good enough for her

"See how hard you make him? He's already leaking"

Her eyes move to his, "Me?"

"Or course baby. It's not me he's attracted to. Right Hwa?"

I nod

It's definitely not him

"Tell her", he demands

"I...I'm hard because of you Jo", I find myself saying, looking over her sexy body again

"Wanna touch your best friend's cock?", he asks her and my heart beats faster when she nods, "Ask him"

"Hwannie, can I touch your cock?"

Oh my god, it's so fucking hot hearing her ask me that

"Yyy...yes", I nod like a bobble head doll

She leans over, her hand immediately shooting out, wrapping around my length

Her hand looks so small against my dick, so pretty

Her hand moves up and down, her eyes glued to my dick, watching as she jerks me off

Pleasure slowly creeps into me, my legs trembling slightly

"Feels good Hwa?", Wooyoung asks

"Yeah", I answer softly

As she strokes me, I switch my gaze between her watching my dick and her hand moving

As I lift my eyes to her, I catch her lick her lip as she watches my dick and it turns me on

"Saw that baby", Wooyoung smirks, "Wanna taste Hwa?"

She nods, her eyes on me now, "Can I Hwa?"

My brain is malfunctioning as I realize what she's saying but I manage to nod

I watch the unbelievable sight of her bending lower, her tongue out, licking my slit, my cum collected on her tongue

Her tongue goes back into her mouth as she swallows and she says softly, "Hwannie tastes so good"

My mind is blown, completely shut down

"Want more baby girl?" Wooyoung asks

"Yes"

Jesus Christ

"Ok but just licks. No sucking his cock right now ok?"

She pouts and I'm in complete shock that my best friend apparently wants to suck my dick

"Princess", Wooyoung warns

"Alright", she frowns

"Good girl"

She leans over, her tongue roaming my head, licking up my cum while she jerks me off faster

"Oh my god", I cry

"How does her tongue feel?", Wooyoung asks

"So good", I choke out

"And her hand?"

"Good! Fuck, feels good!", I cry, pleasure rolling over me

"She's good at everything", he tells me, "Princess knows what to do with cock. Knows how to ride it, fuck it, jerk it and suck it. I dunno where she learned it from but I'm glad she's a big cock whore"

Fucking hell

"Right baby?"

She nods, her tongue swirling so fucking blissfully around my head

Well he's right in one aspect

She knows how to use her tongue and hand

She licks a few more times before Wooyoung tells her to let go of me and back away

She does, a pout on her face

"Don't worry princess, you'll be having lots of fun soon", Wooyoung promises her

I hope it has to do with her and me because I'm dying to be inside her

I do know that I interrupted them and he may want to continue fucking her

I hope not

"Lay his cock on stomach princess"

Her hand wraps around my dick as she does as she's told

"Good girl. Now sit on it"

She climbs on top of me, her pussy against the underside of my cock

Fuck, she's wet, getting all over me

"Does he feel good?"

She nods, "Hard. So hard"

I really am

I don't know if I've been this horny before

"Massage his cock princess", Wooyiung smirks, "With your pussy"

Jesus Christ

She immediately begins to move, her hands leaning on my chest, sliding her wet cunt along my cock, pleasure surging in my body

"Oh fuck", I cry, looking down, watching her move on me

Goddamn, her swollen lips are around my cock, her hips pressing down hard, her clit slipping against the frenulum of my cock

And it feels so good

"Seonghwa", she whispers, my eyes snapping up to get face immediately, my brain blasting apart when I hear her

She's fucking calling my name

It sounds so fucking good in her voice

She looks so fucking pretty, her face in pleasure, breathing hard, her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth as her hips move faster

I look back down at her cunt, moaning when I see her cream all over me

There's so much and god, fuck she's got such a pretty creamy pussy

"Hwannie", she groans, her legs tightening around my abdomen, her nails digging into the skin on my chest, "Yes Hwannie, so good. Fuck, so fucking good"

She keeps her clit at that spot on my dick, rubbing right there and I can see how good it is for her

And me too

"Princess, don't cum on his dick"

"What?", we both say, glancing at Wooyoung

He ignores me and speaks to her

"Right before you cum, slide off his dick, ride his abs and cum on them"

Holy fucking shit

"And you", he says to me, "Flex for her so your muscles are hard for her to get off"

I nod

I can do that

"She's close. See the way her hips move at that speed? The way her head is thrown back? The way her back is arching? She's gonna cum any second"

I notice everything he says, commiting it into my memory

"Off princess", he demands, then to me, "Flex"

I tighten my muscles just as she slides off my dick, right onto my abs, her hips not stopping their movements

She wiggles her hips around, until her clit glides across one of my tight muscles

"Fuck", she groans, fucking right into that spot on my abs, her cream making a huge glistening mess all over me

God, it's so fucking pretty

"Talk to her Hwa. Tell her what you want"

I look up at her again, swallowing hard

I don't....I don't know if I can

When I talk during sex it comes naturally

No one is telling me to talk, telling me what to do

I don't want to make her cringe

"Do it Hwa. Maybe she needs your voice to cum"

Ok

Ok, I can do this

"Jo, baby", I start, "I want you to cum for me"

Wooyoung take, "Lame"

I ignore him, watching her, getting lost in her

"Feels good baby?", I ask, mesmerized by her riding my abs

"So good Hwannie"

"Mm yeah baby. Fuck, you're making such a pretty mess all over me", I moan, the wet sound of her cream sliding all over my skin so fucking pornographic, "Make a bigger mess baby. Cum on me"

"Shit, shit, shit", she whimpers, her legs shaking

"Yeah baby. Fuck, wanna see you cum so badly. Don't you want to?"

"Yes, god yes"

"Then do it baby. And after, maybe you can make a big mess and cum around my dick too"

"Yes Hwa! Fuck Seonghwa", she moans, her entire body shaking as she cums all over my abs

And holy fuck, she's fixing gorgeous

Completely stunning

She keeps calling my name, grinding on my muscles, her fingers squeezing my skin hard

She finishes, her body slumping a little, breathing hard, my abs a total mess of her cum and juice

Again the word pretty floods my mind but seriously her cum looks so good on me and it's blowing my mind that I'm thinking that

"Good girl", Wooyoung praises her, "Look at the mess you made"

She looks at my abs, then at him, smiling softly, instant awe hitting me as I realize how beautiful her smile is, as well as jealously because she's not smiling at me

"Do you want your best friend to sit on your cock?", Wooyoung smirks at me

I nod my head rapidly

I'm dying to be in her cunt

"Words Hwannie", he demands

"Yes, fuck, want her on my cock"

Wooyoung turns his head to her, "You heard him"

She's already looking at me with wide eyes, desire in them, biting her lip

And I just want her so fucking bad

"Ask her Hwa"

"Jo, please. Can you sit on my cock?", I immediately plead

I'm so goddamn hard, so horny, I don't care about begging, "Please, wanna be in your pussy"

"Wanna be on your best friend's cock, princess?", Wooyoung asks her

She nods her head, "Fuck yes"

Oh god yes

"Then go on", Wooyoung says

She moves, grabbing my cock but Wooyoung stops her from putting me in

Fucking Wooyoung

"Turn around baby. Let him watch your pussy fuck him"

I swallow hard as she turns around, her pretty ass cheeks right there, her fucking dripping hole exposed and waiting for me

Wooyoung gets on the bed next to her, spreading her swollen pussy lips wide

"Look how pretty", he smirks at me, "So wet. You're gonna feel how tight it is soon"

"Nnn...now"

"Eager to have your best friend's cunt wrapped around you huh?"

I nod

I so am

After what we just did, I want to feel her cum on my cock desperately

"Go ahead princess. Put your best friend's cock in your pussy"

She lowers on to me, my head sliding in easily

She pushes down slowly and I have an amazing view of her hole stretching wide as she takes me

As soon as she moves down, I'm immediately hit by how tight she is

So tight, her hole straining as she takes me

And so fucking wet, dripping down my length that's not inside her yet

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!", I yell, already in so much pleasure, "Tight, fuck tight"

I can't speak in sentences, only babble like an idiot

"Look how pretty she opens for you", Wooyoung says, sitting next to me again, "Damn she's flooding your cock. If you think the cream on your abs is a lot, wait until she creams your dick. It'll drive you crazy. Her cunt is so sloppy and loud"

God, I can't wait to hear it

She bottoms me out, taking my entire cock, her pussy squeezing my shaft so goddamn hard

"How does Hwa's cock feel inside you?", he asks her

"So big. Fuck, so fucking thick. Feel so full", she whimpers and I'm relieved I feel just as good for her as she is for me

"Go princess. Ride him"

I watch her cunt slide along my cock up to my head, her cream soaking my length so much it's glistening on my skin

I don't think my dick has even been this wet with pussy juice before

She drops her hips down, slamming my cock back into her, a cute little yelp coming from her

From that one move, she starts to bounce, hard and fast, her hole straining around my cock

So fucking pretty

"Her cunt looks really pretty wrapped around your dick", Wooyoung comments, like he's watching a TV show instead of basically porn, "Her swollen lips are fucking latched onto you like glue"

Yeah they are

"Her hole looks so good, swallowing your cock", he continues, "Like she can't get enough"

It's true

She's sliding so fast, the sound of her ass hitting my thighs a pretty rhythm going on and on

"Oh fuck", she moans, my head slamming into her cunt

She keeps me inside her, changing her movements to rocking on my cock

"Oh fuck", I groan, the pleasure so fucking good

Like unbelievably good

I feel her get wetter with every rock, her cunt tightening hard

"Seonghwa", she whimpers, her skin trembling

"She got her spot", Wooyoung tells me

"Www...what?", I groan, trying to focus on his words

"She found her spot with your dick", he repeats, "That's why she's grinding on your cock. She's using your head to rub her spot and get off"

Holy crap, I like that a lot

She can use my dick anytime she wants

"Feels so good", I moan, pulling against the handcuffs

I just want to fucking touch her

"Yeah, it does", he agrees, then tells her, "Princess, bounce on Hwa's dick. Fuck yourself open on him"

She listens to Wooyoung immediately, sliding up and down my shaft

My eyes widen at how much cream is all over me

Pretty white cream all along my cock, more and more covering me with each bounce

That sight is so fucking hot

"Look at your best friend fuck her hole open on your cock", Wooyoung whispers to me, my gaze not leaving her pussy, "Told you she'd cream you good"

I nod, whimpering at the sight of that much cream

It's fucking everywhere

I've never been in a pussy as creamy as hers

"Seonghwa, oh god"

"Listen to her moan for you", Wooyoung continues, "You hear her calling your name?"

I nod, indeed hearing it

I heard it from the very first time she whispered it

And fuck, I didn't know my name could sound so fucking good

"She wants you. Or your cock at least", he says, "She loves being stuffed full of cock"

To her he asks, "How's your best friend's cock?"

"So good", she moans, bouncing harder, "So hard. So big"

"Yeah princess. He's wearing your cunt so well isn't he?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

Her speed increases, her cunt clenching me with each bounce down

"His personal little cock sleeve?", he asks her

I whimper at his words, them turning me on more

"Yes!", she yells, "Yes! I'm his cock sleeve! I'll be his fuck toy"

My mouth drops hearing her

"Yeah? Gonna let him wear you again?", Wooyoung asks

"Yes! Yes"

"Well tell him that", Wooyoung urges

He really is a great hype man

"Hwa", she whines, "Want you to wear my pussy baby"

"Anytime?", Wooyoung asks for me

She nods. "Yes, fuck. Hwa can wear my pussy anytime. Wanna be his cock sleeve"

Jesus Christ

"Is that what you want Hwa?"

I nod my head so hard I feel like a bobble head, "Yes. Fuck baby yes, wanna fuck you over and over"

"Yes Hwannie", she whines, fucking my cock hard, the sound of her wet, creaming hole taking me in so erotic

"Sss...so tight", I moan

"Is she throbbing hard?", Wooyoung asks me

"Yes", I breathe out, just as she clenches down on me

"She's gonna cum", he informs me

Fuck, I didn't know I wanted her to cum on me this much until he said it

Now all I can think about is her coming all over my cock

"Gonna cum baby?", Wooyoung asks

"Sss...soon. Real soon"

"Alright princess. Make sure you take Hwa all the way in so he can feel you cum on his dick ok?"

"Yeah", she groans, her cunt driving my head right into her spot

"Tell her what you want", Wooyoung tells me

Before I can even think, I blurt, "Cum on me! Fuck baby, cum all over my cock! Please!"

She slams down, her pussy throbbing rapid fire, her body shaking as she orgasms

"Seonghwa! Oh god, Seonghwa!", she cries

"Oh fuck!", I yell, intense pleasure from her orgasm tidal waving over me , "Yes! Fuck, so good! So good!"

Her hips rock badly and forth, her spot rubbing on my head, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock

"Good girl", Wooyoung praises her, "Ride it out on your best friend's cock"

She does, the pleasure lasting a few seconds more, before she stops rocking

Jesus Christ, it felt so fucking unbelievably good

I'm so surprised

Normally, yeah a girl's orgasm feels good but hers...fuck

Safe to say I've never felt that much pleasure before

"Off his cock baby", Wooyoung orders after she finishes

She slowly lifts her legs, my cock falling out of her pussy

She leaks so much cream it's all over her legs

"You need to taste her", Wooyoung tells me, "She tastes so fucking good. After you make her cum in your mouth, I'll let her ride you until you cum in her sweet pussy"

I nod, liking that idea

"Back up baby. Hwa's gonna eat your cunt. And you can suck him off while he does"

Suck me off?

Fuck, I don't know if I can last that

"But-"

"Don't worry. She won't make you cum. Right princess? You won't make Hwa cum in your mouth will you? He wants to finish in your pussy"

"I won't make him cum", she whimpers, moving back until her cunt is over my face

God, it looks so good, dripping wet, I just want to dive right in

Wooyoung grabs her ass pushing her down to my mouth

"Eat"

I bury my tongue in her pussy, her taste washing over me

Oh my fucking god, so sweet

"Hwannie", she whines as I lick between her swollen lips over and over

Her pussy rubs against my mouth and I love every second of it

Her cunt is so soft, so fucking wet, her scent intoxicating, her taste delicious

I pull against the handcuffs hard, pain running up my arms

Fuck, I just want to grab her ass and bury my face deeper into her cunt but these stupid handcuffs are stopping me

"Push you're cunt down more baby. Hwa's desperately trying to eat your cunt baby", Wooyoung laughs, "I think he wants to be suffocated"

I do

I really do

Her pussy moves down more against my mouth and I desperately lick anywhere my tongue can touch

I get lost in her cunt, loving the feeling of her juice all over my face, dripping down my neck

I don't know what it is but I've never been into eating a girl out this much before

I feel her hand around my cock, stroking me up and down, pleasure filling my body slowly

Suddenly her hand is gone and my entire cock is engulfed in a tight wet space, sucking sensations filling my body, amping up the pleasure

I moan into her cunt as she sucks me off, briefly wondering how I'm not going to cum

I concentrate on just eating her out, sliding my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit

She moans on my dick, the vibrations running up my spine, feeling so good

I run my tongue on her clit over and over, feeling the throbbing of it against my tongue and that sensation turns me on more

Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck on her hard and fast, not being able to get enough

Her mouth moves along my cock, bobbing up and down, sucking desperately like she can't get enough either

Which, same

As I suckle on her clit, her tongue licks around my head, her hand around my base, jerking me off at the same time

My body is shaking in pleasure and I keep pulling against the handcuffs, desperately wanting to touch her

I want to feel her skin under my hands, want to grope her ass, her boobs

I want to squeeze her hips, keeping her cunt on my face

These cuffs are preventing that and it's driving me insane

"Aww baby, Hwa wants to touch you so badly", Wooyoung snickers, "Too bad he can't"

Fuck him

Seriously fuck him

"Maybe I'll take the cuffs off later", he continues, "But for now it's fun watching you struggle"

Ignoring him as best I can, I lick along her pretty slit, before sucking her clit back into my mouth

I feel her tongue sliding along my shaft as she moves up and down, her throat so fucking tight when she swallows on me

She's going too fast, taking me in her mouth over and over, bringing me right to the edge

Her body shakes above mine as she moans loudly around my dick, her pussy leaking her creamy cum as she orgasms

Shoving my tongue to her hole, I lick up her cream, moaning so loudly as her sweet taste hits me

How she tastes this good I don't know but fuck me, I'm glad I get to have her

Her fingers grip my thigh so hard as she moans in between sucks and I can't fucking hold it

"Fuck", I moan in her pussy, so much pleasure tidal waving over me as I cum down her throat

Her mouth sucks on me through my orgasm and I can feel her swallowing everything I'm giving her

It hits me that my best friend is eating my cum and from the sounds of her moans, she likes it

Mind blown

Suddenly her mouth is off my dick and I hear Wooyoung scolding her

"I told you not to make him cum", he snaps

"Sorry, I'm sorry", she whimpers, "I...I couldn't stop"

Wooyoung scoffs, "You like sucking his dick that much?"

"Yes", she confesses, "I do"

I'm just as shocked to hear that

"Huh", Wooyoung huffs, "How does he taste?"

"So fucking good", she answers immediately, "The....the..."

"The what?", Wooyoung asks

Yeah, the what what?

"The best I ever tasted", she says quietly

Holy shit

"The best?", Wooyoung repeats

"Yeah"

"You're the best I ever tasted too", I say, "So fucking sweet. I don't know how but you're so good"

"You want more?", Wooyoung questions

"Yes", I say instantly

I think I could probably spend all day eating her cunt

"Well that's good because you need something to do while she sucks your cock and makes you hard again"

"I don't know if-"

"Please Hwa. If anyone can get you hard right after you cum, it's her. She has a magical mouth and she knows how to use it"

Yeah I'm getting that

"So stick out your tongue. She's gonna ride it"

I nod eagerly, my tongue already out of my mouth

I have a particularly longer tongue and I can't wait to feel her pussy around it

"Go ahead baby. He's waiting", Wooyoung tells her, "And this time just get him hard. Don't make him cum"

"Ok", she says softly, her hand already wrapped around my cock, softly stroking me, a hum of pleasure spreading through me

Her hips lower to my mouth and I slip my tongue inside her as far as I can go

Her pussy immediately clenches around my tongue and I groan from the sparks of pleasure running straight to my cock

I really don't think I'll have a hard time getting hard again

Her tongue runs along my head, then down my cock and back up again, feeling so good

I feel her mouth wrap around my head, soft sucking sensations filling my body

At the same time, her hips move, sliding up my tongue then back down

As her hips move at a good pace, I wiggle my tongue every time she takes it in, feeling her pulsing increasing

I know she's creaming my tongue, I can taste it as it leaks into my mouth and I eagerly swallow over and over

This is the fucking best

I'm so fucking glad I walked in here to yell at Wooyoung

She keeps bouncing, getting tighter with each movement, drowning me in pussy juice

I feel her suck my cock once more then move off me

"He's hard", she whimpers and I'm shocked I got hard in such a small amount of time

She is really good

"Good. Fuck his tongue"

Her hips move faster, sliding up and down, clenching harder

And I keep still, letting her use my tongue how she wants

"Sss... Seonghwa", she moans, coming around my tongue, her delicious cream sliding right into my mouth

"Mmmm", I whimper, swallowing every last drop

I seriously don't know how any other girl is ever going to compare to her

She's just...perfect

She moves off my face, sitting next to me breathing hard

"Want her to ride you again?", Wooyoung asks

I nod rapidly, "Yes. Want her to face me"

God, I wanna see her body move again

"On his cock baby"

She climbs in my lap, finally facing me again

And I choke on air, seeing her fucking gorgeous body glistening in sweat on top of me

She holds my cock up, sitting right on me, bottoming me out swiftly in one more

She leans on my abs and doesn't wait, starting to ride me right away

The pleasure comes roaring back, more intense than before

I rake my eyes all over her body, landing on her thighs and watching the muscles flex as she bounces

I remember Wooyoung saying she works them out a lot and can ride dick for a long time

I can't tear my eyes away, it's fucking mesmerizing

"Fuck Hwa", she whimpers, "Such a good cock"

I suck in a breath hearing her

"Yea?", I ask softly, looking up at her, finding her already gazing at me

She nods, "So good for riding"

"Fuck", I murmur, listening to the soaking sounds of her pussy taking my cock inside her

"Gonna wanna play on your cock all the time"

Fuck, I'm so gonna want her on my dick again

It's so good, she feels perfect, I don't think this could be a one time thing

"You can play on my cock anytime jagi", I moan, the bliss running through every nerve in my body, "I'll let you on my cock anytime"

"Promise?", she cries, her head leaning back, her eyes closed, pleasure all over her face as she bounces

My god she's fucking stunning

How have I not noticed this before

"Hwannie", she whines, rocking back and forth on my dick, "Promise Hwannie?"

"I promise", I choke out, "Promise you'll let me wear your pretty pussy when I want?"

"I promise!", she cries, her body shaking hard as she cums all over my dick

"Fffff...fff..", I cry out, her throbs so hard around my cock, sending pleasure to every inch of my body

"Keep fucking him", Wooyoung directs

As soon as her orgasm is over, she sits up straighter, tosses her long hair over her shoulder and bounces harder than before

And I just take in the beautiful sight before me

Starting at where we meet, I watch her tiny pussy swallow my cock, her swollen lips petaling open, a creamy mess all over my dick and my lap

My eyes move up to her stomach, her tiny abs running with sweat as it drops down to her cunt

I lift my eyes to her big boobs jiggling hard with every bounce, sweat in-between the mesmerizing skin between them

Her chest heaving with rapid breaths

Finally I move up to her face, gaping in awe at the sigh of so much pleasure on her face

Her head tilted back, mouth slightly open as she breathes, her eyes closed, tears falling down her face, sweat filling her hair, my name falling softly from her lips

She's fucking ethereal, like a fucking angel

And I realize, that she's like this, in so much bliss because of me

Not Wooyoung, me

"Beautiful sight isn't it?", Wooyoung asks as he stands next to me

I nod, not tearing my eyes from her for a second

I want to watch every moment

I feel him unlock one handcuff, my hand falling to the bed

Without moving my gaze from her, I move my wrist around to crack it and get some blood flowing

"Play with her clit", he says, "And you'll really see something gorgeous"

Moving my hand to her cunt, I finally touch her, pressing into her clit and moving my fingers in a circle

"Fuck", she cries, her legs shaking hard around my body

She's so close

I can tell from the constant hard pulses and the way she's soaking my dick

She leans back, one of her hands on my leg, her bounces getting desperate, her sobs getting louder

I keep playing with her clit, loving the way it throbs under my fingers

Her body arches as she screams my name, her orgasm hitting her

Her cunt clamps down on my cock in a vice grip and I feel myself get soaked

Looking down, I gape at the sight of her cunt squirting around me

I've made girls squirt before but it hasn't been like this

None of them ever gushed out squirt like she is

It's all over my cock, my lap, my legs, dripping to the bed

Some of it even lands on my abs and I want nothing more than to be covered in it

She continues to scream my name over and over as her orgasm runs through her

Wooyoung was right

This is a fucking gorgeous sight

Her legs tremble as she finishes, leaning on me, her hands on my chest

She opens her eyes, her gaze blazing into mine, her hair wild around her face

"Make him cum in your pussy princess", Wooyoung tells her

Her eyes don't leave mine as she starts rocking and grinding on my cock

I can't break the eye contact as pleasure comes roaring back

As she moves, she purposely clenches, making her pussy tighter as she slides up and down my cock

"Fuck", I whisper, moving my hand to her ass, finally squeezing it

It's just as soft as it looks

The room is filled with the wet sound of her cunt taking my cock and nothing else

Her fingers dig into my chest, her hips circling as she fucks herself on me

God, it feels fucking amazing

I feel my cock throbbing so hard against her spasms, bringing me closer

"Cum Hwannie", she whispers, her eyes still on mine, "Want my best friend's cum in my pussy"

"You first", I whimper, her words washing over me

"Hwa-"

"Please", I choke out, "I need to feel you again. Fuck, please jagi"

I'm craving another of her orgasms and I want to feel it before I cum

This is never happening again and I want to feel everything before it ends

"Anything for you Hwannie", she says softly

I nod, "Yyy... you're close"

I know by now how she feels before she cums

She nods, "Yeah"

"Cum for me baby. Once more time", I ask

She slips down my length, taking me all in, coming all over me, whispering my name so softly

Ecstacy slams into me and I moan her name as I finally let go, shooting my cum inside her

"Hwa", she whimpers, her pussy milking my cock so blissfully

"Jo, fuck, baby", I moan, my orgasm the most intense it's ever been

I can feel everything, every squeeze of her cunt, every rock of her hips as she gets me through it and it's fucking amazing

When it's over, she collapses on me, breathing hard, her face in my neck, one of her arms around my neck as well, holding on

I wrap my free arm around her back, holding onto her and just trying to catch my breath

"That was some amazing porn", Wooyoung says gleefully

He comes to the bed, uncuffing my other hand

I just lay my arm next to me too tired to move right now

"Fun right?", Wooyoung asks

"Yeah", I agree

It was more than fun

It was amazing, intense, best sex I ever had

And my best friend gave it to me

I don't know what to do with that and right now I'm too tired to think

I need a nap

"I should go", I say, not wanting to let her go but not having the fortitude to figure out what that means

"Yeah sure", Wooyoung nods

He leans over me, calling her name softly

She doesn't move

"Jo", he calls, moving her hair back from her face, shaking her arm gently

He straightens and glances at me, "She's dead asleep"

"What?", I ask, lifting my head to see that she is indeed asleep

"She's asleep. And I'm not risking waking her up. Not after last time"

I know what he means

She is notorious for being hard to wake up and being massively cranky when she is woken up

She's fine if she wakes up by herself but if someone wakes her up, that person better run

But I can't stay here

It's not my bed and I'm not sure sleeping with her is a good idea

I don't know if she'll be annoyed when she wakes up and sees me instead of Wooyoung

"I'll just move her over", I say, starting to try to roll over

"No", Wooyoung says, "Stay. It's fine. I'm not sleepy. I need a shower anyway. And food. You're good for a few hours"

"I uh...I don't think it's a good idea", I answer

"What, taking a nap with her?"

I nod

"Why not?"

"Because she's my best friend. We don't do things like that. We don't cuddle"

He raises his eyebrow, "So you can fuck her, eat her out but not cuddle and sleep with her?"

I know it sounds weird but cuddling and sleeping is much more intimate that a one time fuck

And I don't know how she'd react

"I just can't-"

"Oh shut up Hwa and just hold her", he snaps, walking to the door, "Go to sleep too."

With that he opens the door, shuts the light as he closes the door behind him

I hesitate, not sure what to do

I am tired and I could fall asleep right away

And she's already asleep, for sure not moving

I guess I could stay

Maybe wake up before her and leave so there's no confrontation

I decide that's what I'll do

I shift, moving us over slightly so she's not completely on top of me

She whines softly, her arm tightening around my neck as her head moves back onto my shoulder, my arm still around her

She doesn't wake up at all

I turn to her slightly, keeping her leg over my body

I move my gaze down to her, noticing how fucking beautiful she is

I gently run my fingers in her hair, feeling the soft strands slip though, watching her sleep

Something in my chest stirs, my heart beating faster as I look at her

I don't know what it is and I can't think about it now

I'll worry about it when I wake up

Against what I said before, I cuddle into her, keeping her right against me, both my arms around her tightly

Closing my eyes, I wait to fall asleep