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#edit: i had fucked up the pose (i don't think my skills are enough for what i was aiming but hopefully this alright now)#change it up au#shout out to @/murkyskull for informing me about prosthetics#isat#isat au#in stars and time#i feel like every time i draw isa he comes out a diferent shape? i am sorry isa I love you i'll find a way to be consistent in your arts#*gently slaps isa head* this bad boy can fit so many self worth issues#isat isabeau#mari draws
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Motion Sickness
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason makes you cry after a fight
warnings: angst with comfort
âJasonââ
He waves you off immediately, âNo, Iâm not your problem, okay?â
Your arms drop, âYouâre not a problem at all, thatâs not what Iâm sayingââ
âThen what are you saying?â he challenges.Â
You almost bite your tongue but then decide against it, âIâm saying youâre being an asshole right now just because I tried to help.â
Heâs angry and youâre someplace in between desperate and tired, but you push on, hoping youâll be able to solve this without an extended argument. To little avail though, apparently.Â
A tense exhale from him, âI donât need your help, I donât know how I can make it any clearer.â
âItâs not about needing itââ
âNo, itâs about wanting it. I donât want your fucking help,â he snaps. âIâm grown, I can handle my problems myself.â
You drop your hands to your sides, âThen what am I doing here, Jason?â
âI donât know!â You can literally see the regret sweep over his face but he lets the moment consume him and the words linger anyways.Â
You know he doesnât always think before he talks, especially when heâs mad. Youâve seen it plenty when heâs fighting with his family. This is the first time itâs shown up with you though, and while you know itâs not coming from a place of genuinityâit still really fucking stung.Â
Far from being in your control, tears slip out, more at his tone than his words, and you remove your gaze in favor of the linoleum tiles. He says nothing as you start to cry, which only makes the heat of the moment worsen.Â
âOkay,â You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. âYou need to go away.â
Thereâs a long, hard moment of silence, but ultimately he doesnât fight you on it, only exhales harshly and slams the door on his way out.
The resulting reverberation of the apartment has your shoulders shaking, tears falling onto your shirt. Â
You and Jason donât fight often but when you do itâs usually about insecurities and fears coming forward. Heâd been having a bad night to start with and all you wanted to do was make him feel better but he wasnât willing to talk to you or let you do anything for him. He gets selfishly selfless like that, but you know why.
You know him, in and out. You couldâve anticipated thisâyou shouldâve. You shouldâve approached the topic more sensitively. And itâs not his fault, his life has taught him that itâs safer to believe that other people donât have his best interest. You know that.Â
Yeah, you know him in and out, but he knows you in and out, too. He knows youâve shown him nothing but kindness and generosity since the day you met and youâve reinforced a thousand times how safe you are for him. But if he still canât trust you to care about him, then what are you doing here?
You let yourself fall back onto the arm of the couch, huffing in defeat.Â
Itâs nearing two in the morning when Dick awakens, the bandages across his abdomen digging into his skin uncomfortably. He sits up, bedsheet pooling around his waist. The ache of the bruising pushes him towards his old bedroom door before heâs even fully coherent, narrowly missing shouldering the door frame as he passes through.
Heâs still half asleep as he thumps down the staircase, cold hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatshirt. Heâs so out of it in his blind search for painkillers, that he nearly misses the large shadowed figure huddled up on the couch.
Dick stills, blinking warily.
âWhatâre you doing here?â
His younger brother says nothing, only continues to stew in the shadows, staring at the rug.
As his eyes adjust, Dick takes in his appearance: messy hair, tired eyes, only clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants.
He rubs his eyes, approaching with measured steps, âWhat happened?â
Jason remains silent for a long minute before grunting out, âGot in a fight.â
Dick nods slowly, shuffling forward a little more to sit on the far end of the couch.Â
âWhatâd you do?â
Jason doesnât have it in him to comment on how his brother immediately knew he was the issue. It just makes the entire thing hurt even worse. Instead, he tells the truth.Â
âBe myself.â
Dick says nothing,Â
When the silence persists, Jason elaborates, even though itâs the last thing he wants to admit to.
âI made her cry,â he says, voice below even a whisper. He hates it and he hates himself for leaving you when he knew heâd hurt you.
Dick nods, not saying anything. Heâs definitely been there before, though heâs not nearly as volatile as Jason can be, so he can imagine how this likely played out. In any case, Jason has never responded well to being pushed to talk about his feelings so Dick lets him get there in his own time.
Heâs half expecting to end up with no results at all, but Jason pipes up after a minute, voice broken.
âI donât know what she wants me to do,â he rasps.
Dick takes a deep breath, adjusting his posture. âWhen girls are mad you give them space but when theyâre sad you definitely donât. Is she sad or mad?â
Jason exhales desperately.
âBoth, I think.â
Dick nods, understanding.
âThen go home.â
Jason shakes his head, defeated. âShe told me to leave. She doesnât want to talk to me.â
âWhat did you say?â
He huffs, not wanting to bring the memory back up. âI basically told her to fuck off.â
âYeah,â Dick drawls. âI wouldnât let that simmer.â
Jasonâs head snaps over to him. âSheâll break up with me?â
âNo, I donâtââ Dick pauses, thinking over his words. âItâll be fine. Just go home.â
Despite taking the long route on the way to the manor, Jason sped back home on his bike, now unwilling to leave you alone for another second longer than he had to.Â
He creeps through the front door of your apartment, proud and only a little hurt that youâd remembered to lock it.Â
The apartmentâs mostly quiet, nothing but a lamp lighting up the front half. He can hear the shower running from where he stands, the waterfall noise awfully muffled from behind the closed bathroom door.
He bolts the door behind him, pushing forward towards the hallway. He approaches the bathroom door, noticing how thereâs no light flooding out from underneath.
âBaby?â Jason calls it out quietly, like heâs scared to commit to alerting you of his presence.
He hears no response, but he knows you heard him. He knows you heard him in the same way that he knows youâre sitting on the shower floor, curled in on yourself under the sensory relief that the pouring water brings. He doesnât know how, he just does.
So he leans against the door, listening closely, and calls out again, âCan I come in?â
Thereâs a solid ten seconds of silence before you respond, just barely audible over the cascade of water.
âNot right now.â
Your volume has him wincing, saddened and embarrassed that heâs the one that made you feel like this.
He reluctantly walks back to the bedroom with heavy shoulders, thudding his weight down on the mattress. He sits half folded over himself for the next ten minutes, thinking only of you, sitting alone in the shower with your thoughts.
He perks up considerably when he hears the water shut off, and after several long minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your middle.
He stands up when you enter the bedroom, hands stiff and awkward at his sides. You barely look at him, having trouble willing yourself to do more than glance.Â
Your eyes fall downward, your lips pursing. You instinctually move to clutching the towel tighter around you, more than anything because you donât know what to do with your hands.Â
It makes his heart break to see you so out of comfort around himâbecause of himâso he gives you the benefit of privacy, turning around so you can get dressed. It kills him to do it, makes him feel like heâs just some stranger in your life rather than him. But he supposes that he deserves to feel like that right now.Â
Whether or not you wanted him to turn around goes unsaid, he can only hear the quiet shuffling of you putting clothes on.
He waits until the movement stops, after he hears the squeak of the bed springs and the faint sound of the sheets being pulled up.
He turns around again with a silent sigh, taking in the sight of you laying in bed, back turned to him. Â
He approaches slowly, stopping just before his knees hit the mattress. He notices quickly that the t-shirt youâd chosen was one of your own. He frowns. Â
âSweetheart. Can I touch you?â His voice is soft and low, like heâs trying to coax you back out to him.
It takes a long few moments, but you nod.
He sits down on the bed, still hesitant to go through with it.
âWill you turn over?â
An even longer pause and youâre flipping over to face him. You donât make eye contact, only look blankly past him. Your blinks are heavy, and even in the dark, he can see that your eyes are still bloodshot.Â
He brushes your hair back, his fingers feather-light against you, like heâs scared to touch you too harshly. Like heâs touching porcelain.
He lets you hold the silence for a while, reasoning with himself that youâll talk when youâre ready.
You let it go on longer than heâd hoped, past the point of him knowing what to do with it. Heâd hoped youâd yell at him. He can take that, he knows he can. He can see plainly that youâre thinking deeply and wants more than anything for you to say it, scream it if you have to.Â
He knows he deserves it and he frankly would take anything over the silence. But then again, he doesnât deserve the reprieve, does he? No, but heâs not strong enough to deny himself the chance to hear your voice.
âSay it,â he urges. âPlease.â
Your fingers tap against the bed sheets for a moment before you sit up, almost defeated.Â
You face him, taking a breath and relenting. âI donât like that you said that to me.â
He nods, brow deep. âMe neither.â
Your shoulders sag at that, and you feel stuck in the moment. You feel guilty too but you donât know if you should. He didnât mean it, you know that, and they werenât his words, really. But the snap of his voice when heâd said it and the look on his faceâit made you feel terrible. It still does.
You look awkwardly to the left, feeling heavily spectated by him and so hyper-conscious of all of your movements. The downturn of your lips gives way to burning in your eyes and before you can do anything about it, tears are spilling out.Â
Jason sees it immediately, his head lulling helplessly.Â
âOh, baby. Please donât cry, please.â
But that only makes it worse, the tears falling faster and heavier at his soft tone.
He forgoes asking permission and pulls you directly into his chest, a firm hand on the back of your head. Itâs what you needed though, to be close to him right now.
âIâm sorry. Iâm really fucking sorry, babyââ he murmurs against your hair, pressing a rough kiss as he holds you tighter.
You shake your head, sniffling. âItâs okay, Jay.â
âNo, itâs not.â
That sentiment lingers for several minutes, as he holds you cheek to chest and rubs soothing patterns into your hair.
Itâs not long before youâre able to fully relax against him, his touch feeling nothing short of therapeutic. Your breathing eventually levels out back to baseline and your thoughts start to find peace amongst themselves.
When youâre ready, you sit back from him, letting him see your face again.                   Â
He visibly winces as he scans over the tears on your cheeks, how theyâre starting to stain.
Youâre still upset, a little, but not nearly as much as youâre sure your face is conveying.Â
âItâs okay,â you tell him, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.
He shakes his head, âIf I ever say something like that to you again, hit me. Iâm serious.â
You drop your hand onto your lap, tilting your head at him with a serious look. âIâm not going to hit youââ
âThen break up with me. Donât ever let somebody talk to you like that, especially not me.â
His voice is hard and you can tell the impact of his words have every bit of weight intended.
Your mouth closes and you waver unsure of where to go with that. Your gaze falls down to where your hands lie discarded on your lap and thereâs a palpable shift to the air in the room.
âHey.â He pushes your chin up to make you look at him, âListen to me. Youâre the love of my life. You hear me? Iâm supposed to take care of you, make you happy. I donâtâŠI canât talk to you like that. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â
Your eyes flicker back and forth across each others and you can see the genuine sincerity etched plainly across his face.
He processes the comprehension across your own before his jaw tenses for a moment and he adds, âNobodyâs gonna talk to you like that, much less me. Yes?âÂ
You start to nod slowly and he mirrors you until heâs convinced of your belief in the statement.Â
He rubs calm circles into your thighs as you both sit with the conversation, the light sounds of each others breaths the only sound heard. This silence isnât the same as it was before though, itâs safer, more comfortable. Itâs familiar, if not weighted. Â
âI love you,â you tell him quietly.
His eyebrows furrow like his heart was just shattered.Â
âI love you too, baby. So much.â
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shhhhHHHHHUTUPIDONTWANTTOTALKABOUTIT
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The first time you sleep over Katsukiâs, itâs not long after heâs moved into his apartment with the rest of his friends.
Which is bold, the only one who doesnât flirt with you any chance they get is Mina -mainly because she has her own place- but sheâs always telling Katsuki that the minute you get bored with him, sheâs there to swoop in.
But his friends waste no time in making sure to rile Katsuki up with cheesy pickup lines that mean nothing to you, but everything to him. He hates the idea of having his friends hit on you, but youâd be lying if riling him up wasnât exhilarating.
You smile as you hear bare feet pad along the tiling of the kitchen, a massive presence looming behind you; itâs warm, loving, and you feel yourself relaxing at the closeness.
âMorning,â he rasps, arms wrapping around your waist. You smile and curl against him, tipping your head back to look at him.
âYou hungry?â
âYou didnât have to make us breakfast,â he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to the curve of your neck.
You mewl and bend your arm to wrap around him, âI know, I just wanted to do something nice for my man and his friends for being such good company last night.â
He grumbles, âdonât ever refer to my roommates as âgood.â Bunch of fucking menaces and creeps.â
âThey canât be too bad,â you hum, turning off the stove. God knows how long youâll both be drooling with affection. âAfter all, you let me meet them,â you coo. âAnd youâd never let your little baby be put in danger.â
âFucking hate when you call yourself that,â he snaps, spidering his fingers up your side. You squeal and shrink to the side, only to be met with pokes on the other. âKatsuki!â
âDonât be a little shit and I wonât have to torment you,â he snickers. Youâre quick to flick off the stove with what little movement your arms can give you while protecting you from tickles, and you duck as fast as you can under his caging limbs to escape.
He must like the challenge, because he lets you go, only to barrel after you into the living room. A small coffee table separates you both, and youâre at a standstill as you watch each other.
âKatsuki!â You giggle, making a sudden dart to try and throw him off your trail. It doesnât deter him, like heâs able to predict what youâre going to do before you do. âY-Youâre gonna wake everyone up!â
âIâm not gonna do a fuckinâ thing,â he snorts. âYouâre the one screaming and whining.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â
âAre not-â
âI think itâs bold of you to argue with me instead of sprinting away.â He shrugs, making a dash for you and wasting no time in grabbing you into his big arms. You writhe and laugh in his grip, desperate to not shriek and wake his poor roommates. Giggles bubble wildly over your lips, and he hauls you back into the kitchen before plopping you onto the countertop, distant from the stove. You instinctively move your hands to card his blonde hair, and he leans in to steal the last of your giggles from your lips.
âHow much time we got before breakfast burns?â He mumbles, hands smoothing up your thighs. Crimson eyes glimmer with mischief, and he bumps your nose with his.
You chuckle and shake your head, legs wrapping around his thick waist, âit was burning before you came in; I turned off the stove so it wouldnât burst into flames.â
He snorts, âgood.â One of the hands resting on the meat of your thighs comes up to grip your chin, ânow I donât have to rush.â
âEw,â you giggle, but it dies as quickly as you said it when he connects your kiss, working his lips against yours in this own way, full of passion and love with just enough tease to have you whimper.
The hand on your cheek shifts down to rest on your delicate throat, dangling like a necklace. A subtle act of dominance to make you shiver.
âI love you,â you murmur against his lips.
âI love you more-â
âEwwwww!!!â
âWho knew he had a weakness?â
âLookinâ good, Dynamight!â
Immediately, Katsukiâs shoulders hike up as the shrill voices from his friends ring through the air. You let out a string of laughter while the other boys you were visiting peer around the wall of the apartment, Sero with a face of disgust, Kirishima with a playful understanding and Kaminari with a cheesy bite of his lip.
âIâm going to KILL YOU IDIOTS!â He barks, abandoning you to dash over to the trio, mainly targeting Kaminari and Sero, who sprint away as fast as they can. Kirishima chuckles and makes his way over to you, helping you off the counter with a sigh.
âHowâs he ever going to keep being Number One if you keep doing this to him?â
You snort and elbow his ribs while somewhere in the house, Katsuki caught Denki, and the screams ring loudly in the walls.
âShut up and help me remake breakfast, dickhead.â
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I know damn well I misunderstood the assignment but we roll, I'll understand it some day
It's killer and dust btw. If you couldn't tell. Which you probably couldn't.. forgor to say but shhh đ€« Killers having a convo with himself..
..I kinda wanna change my url but idk to what
#I got this compliment once and I was like :3 bc I like compliments. then 4 days later I recognise the name and pfp on#on a tumblr I rlly rlly like bc they're super cool make super cool art and has super cool ideas and I'm just like woah they complement me s#so I search my notifications to find which post they complimented me on and I find out. they're following me. ummm IJWEHFOIWJ#i just can't get over this bc they're literally so cool what#anyways#I got two whole documents of canon dust things and one ao3 of canon things about killer#so I'm learning a way to do justice to the creators image while still putting my own twist on it bc I love fanon and that's how I grew up#I'm literally so passionate about fanon. specifically Gacha fanon bc it's literally so fun and no one else know that#like. literally everyone just like had terrible experience apparently idk how I didn't experience that#am I the only one who knows these characters still had lore Ben though unrelated to anything canon at all#anyways I'm rambling too much whoops#sans au#utmv#undertale au#sanscest#if u want#killer sans#dust sans#kist#if u want...#LOVE affair#teaching myself to use this tag too but eh#did you know Horror is more likely to be a part of the bad Sanses than Dust#Jesus fuck I rambled these tags to hell
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somethinâ sweet before i go Ë âĄ âïœĄ vi + fem!reader
synopsis : when your arrest turns out to be an attractive, arrogant zaunite whoâs, obviously, had a bad night, thereâs one thing she asks for before being turned in. câmon, canât you give her something sweet before handing her to a cold cell?
ïżœïżœTW : kinda hate fucking , fingering , dom!vi , afab , post jinx attack
âhey, princess, any chance youâre sweet enough to loosen these up a bit?â your pinkette prisoner grunts, rolling a kink out her neck.
your expression is nothing short of unimpressed for the taunting games your newest problem has come up with. glaring up from your paperwork, you bit the inside of your cheek in frustration, âquit with the pet namesâdo you find your situation funny?â you turn around to face the arrogant zaunite, cuffed hands extended behind her back. you found it rather annoying how nonchalant she wasâor worst, she found this amusing. âyou are being detained for assault,â you continue, âthatâs a night in jail, âsweet stuff.ââ mocking her previous taunt.
she just scoffed, but it was far from being insulted. a sly smirk and dangerous blue eyes peaking beneath cherry strands looked up at you.
âyaâ think iâm sweet, princess?â
you hear the familiar clanking of metal rubbing against each other, bringing attention to her restraints.
âundo the cuffs and iâll treat you sweet all nigh-â her prurient statement cut off by the force of your forearm knocking into her chest, subsequently shoving her against the wall.
âyou forget yourself, trencher,â your arm jabs in the smug, although rather charming (and quite attractive), outlawâs chest, and her eye twitches in a wince. âyouâre in my territory nowâitâd suit you well to not make a fool of me; iâm sure youâve been taught the same in that⊠mess of a city across the bridge.â
your tongue held venom as you almost seemingly spat out the insult like it was truly sickening to speak of. thereâs an unspoken challenge being held between the both of your glares. you tack on a huff from your flared nostrils to seal the conversation and to warn the zaunite in front of you from talking back.
but as the tense silence subsides, the cherry-haired woman draws out a teasing smirk, scoffing again, âever been to the undercity, sweet-cheeks?â
her question seemed more rhetorical than anything. you didnât answer, clenching your jaw, keeping your eyes fixated on hers as to not give a look of submission. she took your quietness as a ânoâ and raised a brow,
âthought so.â
she leaned her head in closer, as close as your arm would allowâalthough, there wasnât much distance to set you apart anyways. her eyes lidded now as your confidence wavered from the almost predatory air hung around her; like when a lion, hidden in the tall grass, gets a perfect angle of their prey.
âtheyâd eat that pretty, little ass up as soon as you stepped foot beyond that bridge.â
you gasped, quietly, eyes widened at her obscene words. you could already feel your body betraying you, blood involuntarily heating up the plump of your cheeks.
the arm held sturdy against your prisoner was now weak, a second thought; not to her, no, that was accordingly.
calloused hands snaked their way to your waist, armored with enforcer gold, a symbol of integrity to wear, resolute.
your eyes flicked to the (god, she is attractive) woman near inches away; you were trapped in a lionâs den, she was already staring back at you.
âhow diâwhen did youâŠâ
so much for standing your groundâyour stuttering voice gave it all away.
âwhat? get those things off?â she chuckled, motioning back behind her, âyou were right âbout one thing, princess: i learned a whole deal in that âmess of a cityâ.â
she near whispered your quote, not hushed, but emphasized, troublingly so. her hands wandered, dangerously, coming to settle at the plush of your hips, hips that had you bent atop her. a deft thumb pushed pass your attire and gently circled into your bare skin.
âare you⊠are you gonna hurt me?â you pressed your lips in a fine line, apprehensively awaiting a dreaded answer.
but to your surprise, she paused, then snorted, and in a quick motion, she manhandled you to sit on her lap. you yelped in shock, your hands were rigid against her chest that you were so very close to now; stiff as a board as you feared for the worst.
âcanât a girl want somethinâ sweet before you send me to a cold, hard cell, huh?â now the finger in charge of exploring your supple skin came to swipe at your plush bottom lip. âbut if you want it to hurt i can make that happen too.â her voice was sultry, thick with an insatiable desire.
your proximity gave you a chance to see the small initial tattooed on her cheek, âvi.â you spoke out loud, really only for you to memorize.
vi smirked, âyeah, princess? donât wear it out just yet.â
your brows furrowed, pursing your lips; you tried to move, but vi had a firm hold on your hips that just wouldnât let up⊠(not that you even tried that hard). âpiltover station will be here soon⊠we canâtâi canât be seen like this; this is unprofessional.â
âwhenâd you make that call?â honestly, vi was barely listening to your reluctance and excuses, busying herself with unfastening your gold belt that you hardly even noticed.
âan hour ago.â
âthen we have an hour to ourselves. câmon, do you really think âproper piltover stationâ is any more worried about a call for an undercity scum than the rest of the hundred they receive a day? theyâre preoccupied with the councilors after that attack⊠seems to me like they left you out the loop, hot stuff.â
you took offense to her insulting jab at your importance, disregarding her sing-song mockery of addressing piltover station. you reached for her wrist that was unbuttoning the blue fabric of your enforcer two-split skirt, âwhat is that supposed to mean?â
she took no notice to your grip and pushed aside the outer garment, glancing back up at you through that addictive, crimson hair. she gave a dry smirk, âdidnât mean to rile you up, princessâjust meant that i could treat you better than them.â
that betraying flush tickled your cheeks once again, and you, rather hesitantly, let way of your grasp, allowing her to do what she needs.
she snorted, in an amused manner, tapping your thigh, âsit up.â how shameful it was for you, an enforcer, to take commands from anyone elseâlet alone an⊠undersider. yet, here you were, standing upright as she told you to, albeit a little more eager than intended; you hoped she hadnât noticed.
she noticed.
her legs spread out on the chair, making her appear even larger than her stature gave her credit for. she bent over, resting her elbows on her thighs as she pulled at the hem of your khaki shorts. you assisted and looped two thumbs at the waistband to shimmy down your legs. your shorts pooled at your feet and vi leaned back to admire the sexy sight she had in front of her with a grin on her face.
a pretty enforcer, nervous as can be, with a half-undone uniform and pink, lace panties exposed just for her. what a contrasting view. you were captivating. already trained to take orders like a puppy, sheâd think in her crude mind; youâd be her good girl for a while, youâd be so good for her.
with two fingers, she motioned for you to come sit back down on her lap; the way her legs manspread was inviting enough. you obliged, holding onto her broad shoulders.
those engrossing fingers came back to handle your hips, slowly moving to cup the mound of your ass and kneading. you huffed, painted nails digging into her trapezius.
âyaâ like pink, princess?â she mentioned your cute, lacey panties; although, now stained a darker shade.
your eyes flickered up to her hair before timidly searching anywhere else to keep your focus busy. vi found that cute, not admitting that that turned her on way more than it should.
âi donât disdain it.â you purse your lips, âand quit calling me that.â
vi chuckled, âbut youâre poised, like a princess.â
âyou have no idea of me.â
âwell, i know youâre risking your title just so i can get you off,â fingers go to trace the hem of your panties, her middle drags along your clit muffled by the fabric. she grins, âand by the looks of it, youâre enjoying the thrill.â
you gasp at the sensation, a feeling your pussy was aching for. âis it because you know we might get caught? geez, princess, you into that kind of thing?â she almost laughs at you, but not to mock you; she finds that hot as fuck.
adept hands push the annoying polyester to the side. fingers, rather spider-like, creep over your throbbing cunt; middle and index gather your pooling slick to act as lube as she glides over your clit.
you bite your lip to suppress a moan. you find your legs begin to tremble, being forced open by her own, keeping you spread for her to do as she likes.
âi didnât know topsiders could be so dirty.â this time she does laugh. she rubs at your clit long enough for your heart rate to pick up, long enough for your head to find stability on her shoulder, long enough for you to become a mess in her hands⊠but, not long enough for you to get off just yet.
vi reaches down to your neglected hole, pressing her index atop it, deep enough for an audible squelch to echo through your office, which in turn makes vi groan. you mewl, nails digging deeper into the muscle of her back.
ânot so poised now, though.â she mutters, mostly to herself. with your dripping slick, it takes nothing more than a swift movement for vi to slide her index inside you, bottoming out knuckles deep. you keen, arching off her chest. the scratch from her bandages only added fuel to the fire.
âfuck.â viâs grip on your hip strengthens, almost certainly leaving a prominent bruise later. âdo that for me again, princess.â
and she didnât have to ask because as she pulls her finger almost fully out, tantalizingly slow, she greedily shoves it right back in, curling the tip of it to hit in that, god, that perfect spot you know so well.
and, again, you keen, long and gutturalâlike a silent scream. subconsciously, your pelvis bucks into her hand, searching for more than you could even take.
after a few minutes of this, vi deems herself your voice and determines youâre ready for two. she pulls out entirely, much to your dismay, teasing you with a pause.
you brace yourself for something that never comes, and you huff, slightly pushing yourself up off her shoulder,
âvi⊠donât stââ
and she stuffs her middle and index into your pretty, impatient pussy.
âah!â
âwho said i was stopping, pumpkin? we just started.â you slam your head back to its assigned spot.
vi thought she was right in this moment: you looked a complete and utter mess. it was one thing to fuck a pretty girl, it was another thing that she had a topsider, an officerâsomeone who, to piltover, was a woman of dignity and honor⊠a rich, privileged somebody who hated zaunites, found them filthy and worthlessâŠhunched over her shoulder with a sopping cunt you were practically begging her to abuse. now thatâs ironic. (and was you coming undone for her maybe a little bit of a victory for her hatred of topside, that she was degradingâfucking someone so noble?)
âshit, baby,â vi cursed, biting her lip. her whole train of thought did nothing but make her more horny, and she pumped extra hard this time, making sure even the graze of her knuckle filled you up.
âwhenâs the last time someoneâs fucked you like this?â she chuckledâyou hated her smug little laugh.
you sneered, just not before you moaned into the crook of her neck, breath fanning over her black-inked tattoos. âthatâs, fuck, none of your concern, underside.â you spat, but, really, your words held no weight, not like this.
âhey, no need for the name calling, princess; if youâre a virgin too thatâs totally fineâhonestly kinda hot.â she teased, grabbing the mound of your ass to raise you up and slam back down on her fingers. you cried, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in that (rememberable) cherry hair.
âiâm not!âiâve hadâugh! iâve done this plenty of times⊠not that, ah, you should need to know.â
âoh yeah? you fuck a lot of your inmates then?⊠or is that just my privilege?â vi leaned into your ear, knowing thatâd get you going. and what do you know? it did.
and you wouldâve argued back, head picked up and everything, had she not curled her fingers the way she did or twist to find an ever better playing field or, god! even the lechery in her voice had you toppling over, had you right there! yes, fuck, right there!
âfuck, vi, right there! keep going! yeah, right there, ugh!â you moaned, legs shaking, trying desperately to close and hide away from how fucking good this felt.
you bucked into her hand and you didnât have to tell vi twice because she was already pumping extra hard and faster than before, with a combination of her thumb rubbing circles into your swollen clit.
âshit, princess. almost there?â she already knew the answer. she was groaning as if she was fucking herself; just the pure sight of you, of this, was enough⊠although, sheâd need to engrave this memory into her brain and use it later to get off herself (she could use this picture of you to get off for years it felt like).
âvi!â
you sang like gospel, pulling her hair like youâd fall if you hadnât. you came hard, right on her bandaged fingers and she road you through it until the only thing you could hear in the room was the lewd, wet noises coming from your hole.
she stuffed you full of your own juices and at that point, you couldnât tell if that or her hands were more filling.
you were both panting, one more than the other. vi hoisted your left leg over hers to hold you bridal style as you settled down. bringing her hand to the light, she pulled apart her middle and index to watch your slick web between them and she weakly laughed.
blue eyes looked over to the gold, industrial clock you had sitting on your work-desk, reading a quarter tilâ 12. she sighed, picking you up with her before setting you on the chair you had originally handcuffed her to.
âlooks like i gotta go, princess.â she feigned innocent, as if this whole interaction was a drive by. one by one she picked up discarded clothing and crouched at your legs to dress you back up. you, too tired to protest to being treated like a child, let her dress you like a doll, even buckling up your belt.
you watched as she went to write something on a piece of sticky note paper you had sitting by your confidential files before turning to walk out the door, running a hand through her hair.
âyou canât leaveâyouâre⊠youâre under arrest.â there was no confidence in your tone, just a fucked out raspy voice.
vi stopped before leaving, hands in her pockets, âtell âem officer kiramann already came to pick me up, they wonât give you trouble.â she threw the hood of her red jacket over her head, reaching for the doorknob.
âoh, and⊠meet me at my place if you wanna do this again⊠okay, princess?â
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dealer!chris n innocent!bff!reader who eventually have sex ...
â . . . chris is so so sweet <3 gently coaxes you into believing that it's okay. that it wont ruin your guys' friendship at all, even though he knows once he hits he'll want to come right back. he'll be damned if he lets his best friend go fuck some other guy.
â . . . chris ends up taking your virginity when hes high. you were slightly tipsy from a few drinks, crawling all over his lap and giggling like some puppy. he couldn't exactly help the hard-on he got, y'know? hes a man. you couldnt blame him.
â . . . the two of you were just talking, truthfully. after chris had finally managed to get you to loosen up a little you were so smiley and squirmy, accidentally rubbing against his cock without even realizing. tipsy giggles left your lips every second he said something, his mind feeling all fuzzy and not quite there.
â . . . the topic of sex came up. chris isnt sure how, or why. "you've never been fucked?" "no..? s'that a problem?." "no, no.. jus', you're missin' out." chris is chuckling and staring at you like he wants to devour you, and you completely miss it. "m'parents always told me to wait until marriage" and he nearly starts cooing at you with how adorable you sound, tugging you closer as his hands cup your cheeks.
â . . . fast forward and he's lazily grinding up against you with his hands planted firmly on your hips to help you roll them against his clothed dick. "ohh, i know.. feels good? huh?" the prettiest little whines are sounding from your lips that have been bitten raw, eyes glancing down to where you repeatedly hump against your best friend. "chris..." his name sounds so good in that whiny tone, said in a low mewl as you grasp at his shoulders.
â . . . you dont know fully why you feel like this, all hot and eager for chris to continue helping you rut against him. then again, it isn't all sunshines and rainbows for him either. chris is fighting back the urge to bust in his pants, holding you close and letting your body move slowly on its own.
â . . . soon enough, he's breathing heavy as his cock strains against his jeans. staring at your nervous face as you tug your panties down and he has to stop himself from grabbing you and sitting you down on his dick until his tip hits your cervix. he knows it'll hurt. and chris just happens to be so kind to his best friend, he's letting you sit down in his lap with both of your legs thrown across his.
â . . . your head leans back, his chin resting on top of your head as he sinks his middle finger into your cunt. "fuck, oh.. look at you. s'cute, baby" "chris.." you just sound so pathetic to him, as he hushed you gently. his other hand is wrapped around your stomach, holding you close and keeping your thrashing to a minimum.
â . . . your gasp turns into a moan when chris eases another finger in, the squelching sound of your own cunt echoing in your earsâmaking heat spread up your neck to your face. it just feels so... weird. your hips twitched gently and yoh didn't miss the chuckle that sounded from your best friends mouth, his free hand sliding up gently to squeeze at your tits.
â . . . when you start shifting around more and your hand grabs at chris' wrist to try and slow the sensations down, he knows you're close. a soft hush comes from him as he continues with his ministrations, ignoring the way you whine and cry about how you feel weird. "jus' let it happen. s'not a bad thing, baby.. c'mon, cum for me. theere you go" the wave of pleasure that washes over you is almost heavenly, your body tensing then going slack a few seconds after, lips parted in heavy gasps of air.
â . . . you think you would be done honestly, until chris is tapping the side of your hip with two of his fingers. "up, c'mon. gotta help me now" and when you shakily lift yourself up from his lap, you hear the sound of a belt buckle and fabric being slid off skin. chris' hands are looping around your stomach gently to pull you backâordering you gently to close your eyes. "trust me, i got you. you trust me, right?"
â . . . of course you trust chris.. which is why your eyes fall shutâletting the brunette pull you back and sink you down slowly onto his dick. except your eyes fly open the second his tip is nudging into your entrance, a shaky gasp falling from you as your hands grip at his wrists. "chris.. thatâthat hurts, y'know." except he ignores you, clicking his tongue in his mouth and slowly sinking you down further. maybe he should've stretched you out a little more, but god, he was so hard to the point it hurt.
â . . . once chris is fully sheathed inside you, he lets you adjust for as long as you need. he knows he's big, and he knows you've never had sex. you were gulping in big gasps of air like you were dying, even though it was fine... chris' hands rub comfortingly up and down your sides, rolling his eyes at how dramatic you were. "s'kay kid.. stop doin' that," "no, i feel full..."
â . . . when chris was finally able to move without you throwing a fit over how much it hurt or somethingïżŒ, he's thrusting up gently and cursing under his breath. you've turned around just so you could hide your head in his shoulder if needed, and you doâburying your head into the crook of his neck and letting his hair tickle your skin.
â . . . chris isn't sure how long it's been but when you squeeze around him he knows you're cumming without you having to say it, and he almost busts his own load right then and there. biting down on his lower lip, he urges you off him when he's sure your orgasm had washed over youâshoving your shoulders down to get you on your knees between his legs.
â . . . chris knows you aren't on birth control or anything, so he opts for a quick lesson teaching you how to bob your head up and down his length until he cums over your pretty lil' face. surprisingly, for someone who's never sucked dick before, you were damn good at it. fitting whatever you could in your mouth and then wrapping your hands around whatever else was left, just like chris had told you.
â . . . he isn't the best at aftercare. you guys took a shower and he seemed so awkward, because normally the girl he just banged would be out the door in a few minutes. but you're his best friend, so he just pats the bed and you two watch a movie or something. cuddling always felt too intimate for him, never been one to initiate it or entertain it.
â . . . you don't complain much. sure, it would've been nice. well, it would've been really nice, but you were a little too scared to ask chris to hold you like you guys were dating. were you two dating now? probably not. you've never really seen chris with the same girl for more than three days straight, and he's told you a bunch how he hates labels. huh. so why is that pit of longing still stuck in your chest?
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the touch
PART THREE OF THE PROJECT đă
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pairing: dom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader
âŠsummary: Every time you and Chan meet again, you explore a new world of experiences, and this is especially true when he is very needy but shows it in his own way.
⥠genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, spanking, pet names (dreg too), dirty talk, teasing, clitplay, oral sex, face fucking, cum shoot, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, aftercare!
word count: 10.3k
masterlist - taglist
⥠songs: railway by bang chan / everyday by ariana grande / nothing without you by the weeknd
wenâs note: tysm for +3k notes in the first part, thatâs insane i luv yaa; edit: I lost all the written smut I had to rewrite it all, I was crying (real) edit two: im vibing now lmao
Everything looked better in Chanâs mind, after he had touched you twice which each time outweighed more and more the other, he believed for a moment that he would have it all, that everything would be from then on all about your sweet smell, nice dates, more quality time and just two stupidly tender people holding hands while walking around the campus, it was perfect, so perfect to be true that in reality it never happened that way.
After he dropped you off at your apartment, after the party and you tenderly and sweetly rested in his arms like he adored and wished it would happen every day, every day became hell for him, and he wasnât exaggerating-or maybe a little, but he needed you, now, like never before, and not just sexually, he wanted to be genuinely close to you, to hear you talk and see you smile next to him; Chan thought that after the party would be the perfect time to ask you out, so he foolishly waited for the most fitting and cute moment he would treasure forever, but that didn't happen.
You just said:
âSee you soon. Thanks.â
And you leaned in to give him a quick, shy kiss on the lips that fascinated him and took him by surprise, because if he had expected it he would have taken you more passionately and tenderly in a real kiss, and you just said goodbye to him like that before walking into your apartment and leaving him rambling in the hallway. Chan had to visit his family because it was Sunday so you understood perfectly and offered to let him drop you off at your apartment, but he didnât want to leave you alone and if it were up to him he would already take you to meet his parents, he was feeling kind of intense with you, truly believing there was a huge fire between you, but decided to give you your space since you wanted to relax after your first club experience. Chan couldnât believe that maybe it was your first experience at all and he was giving it to you, it was driving him crazy. You talked by text, but he refused to ask you out via text having the opportunity to tell you in person while seeing your sweet face. But did he really have that chance?
Unfortunately that see you soon wasnât so soon. Chan was losing his mind, the first week he took it lightly, he had forgotten one thing you were very serious about, weeks of exams and heavier work, so he understood your aloofness, every time he approached you after class was over it was the same. âOh, Iâll go study with Sam, do you want to come?â âIâll be busy studying,â âI have a project due.â
Chan would reject the offer to go with your friends because he felt shy. He wished that somehow it could just be him and you, together. But he finally got up the courage to meet your friend, and one thing he noticed was that you really took college seriously. You ended up exhausted and quiet, and he could only see you and have you from afar because, due to his bad luck, he never found time alone with you.
He was fine. He was trying to convince himself of that, that soon you could be together and he would not distract you in something he knows is very important for you just because of his silly dream of living a romance with you, of being able to kiss you and touch you, he was not a high school kid anymore, he understood perfectly that both of you were studying your professional career for your future.
But weeks went by and he was getting crazy and tedious, he needed you, it was enough just to try you twice, now you were a drug for him and he couldn't do anything, he couldnât take you by the arm and take you to a place alone, separating you from your friend because he wanted to look like the sweet boy who was worth it when she was around.
At first it was sweet, when he sat next to you to supposedly study but didnât memorize a single term for thinking about you, Chan would play with his pencil, watching you deftly type on your laptop and gently rub the bridge of your nose freeing them for a few seconds from the grip of your glasses, while he imagined a lot of cheesy things, like those married couples who usually say they met in college, taking you shopping, walking on the beach with you, to take your mind off all the work you were doing and de-stress a little.
However, something in him changed slightly, his looks were heavier and more penetrating, almost eating you with his eyes because it was evident that you were awakening even his greatest fantasies. He wondered how you didn't notice.
You were doing so well, you were so focused on your studies that sometimes you forgot the presence of those around you, that you almost forgot Chan. After that encounter you didnât know what the next move was, you were a little scared so one of the perfect excuses was to always be busy, when in reality you cared so much about having so little experience. On the lonely nights, you wondered what if he wanted more -which you also wanted so badly- but he caught you being once again inexperienced, so besides physics you tried to study the great world of sex, reading and watching on the internet the perfect techniques, feeling insecure that maybe another college girl had already given him the best oral sex of his life and you were still scared.
Not only were the heavy and hectic exam weeks approaching, but Chan was starting to get busier with his soccer training so it wasnât now possible to see you as often, even though he was losing his mind, you both had to get on with your lives.
Chan was so desperate, that like a man in distress, he asked for advice from one of his best friends who he knew would take him seriously on the matter of being genuinely interested in you.
âYou fucked her and you havenât asked her out on a date? Fuck off man, maybe sheâll think you definitely didnât take her seriously.â
âOkay, you were supposed to help me Changbin, what the fuck was that?â
âIâm just telling the truth. Why did you wait so long? Even a simple dinner after your study sessions or something.â
âBut I want it to be cuter and more perfect than that, plus I still keep her close and text her every day, she should know Iâm serious.â
His friend softly shook his head.
âAnd why do you keep your distance, huh? Even the smallest, most improvised thing will be the most romantic thing when thereâs something between you, stop being controlling for a moment.â
Chan laughed softly, continuing his walk around the campus.
âSeo Changbin, quite the romanticâ Chan joked looking at him with a mischievous smile, âSince when are you an expert? Last I heard you are absolutely bitchless.â
Changbin raised his shoulders first feeling a compliment and then an attack, âHey! fuck you, man, Iâll make my move with Chaeryeong soon, I swearâ he joked, taking a drink of his water and suddenly pointing to the front. âHey, isnât that Y/n?â Chan looked at once to where his friend pointed, âWhoâs she with?â
Chanâs smile collapsed in seconds and his mature ideology of leaving you and giving you your space ended when he saw you in the distance smiling shyly at a boy as you both sat on the grass under a tree.
âIâll go talk to her. Iâll see you back at the houseâ Chan coldly warned Changbin to approach you without taking his eyes off you for a second.
Chanâs thoughts began to cloud over⊠why was a guy out of nowhere approaching you? Almost a month of not being able to be alone with you because you were creating excuses of which didnât discourage him for a moment because Chan felt and saw in you that you still wanted to have him around⊠for a stranger to be sweetly sitting next to you as if you were about to have a nice picnic. Please be a gay guy, Chan thought internally.
You both immediately felt Chanâs presence in front of you, you felt something tender and sweet knowing it was him, you smiled being happy to see himâŠ. but it was inevitable not to see him completely from that angle, you were sitting on the floor and he was in front of you, wearing comfortable and sporty clothes, from head to toe, every garment was black, sneakers, socks, his shorts and his black sleeveless shirt tight to his muscular body, his arms looked more toned, with his visible veins and his pale shoulders and neck shined slightly covered in his sweat; his big pectorals stood out as he had across his body his backpack. You tried to hide with a tender smile how incredibly turned on you were getting watching him from below with his perfect body and handsome sweaty face. You knew his schedule perfectly, he had just left the gym.
âHey, Chan.â
âHey,â he waved his hand in a fake high-pitched tone, âI was already on my way home so I was passing by the campus but I saw you.â
You let out a nervous giggle, quickly glancing back at his body, he looked so good. He put his hands on his hips and you appreciated his arms and fingers moreâŠ. his long veiny fingers, you needed him all of a sudden, watching porn at night trying to study a little about sex, which you knew wasnât the most viable and the most true, it only made you arouse your sexual desire more, and more towards Chan, one of the best-looking guys in college and you could have him to yourself, you hadnât been touched in weeks, you hadnât had a nice interaction with him in a while, you needed him and missed him, you thought about it all the time but seeing him just like this unleashed in you a voracious appetite to have him.
âAh, you just got out of the gym, right?â
He nodded, âAnd Sam?â
âAh, sheâs not here because Iâm on my tutoring time.â
Chan ran his tongue along his cavity, annoyed. Thinking it was unbelievable that every time he was with you your friend was there but just now she was letting you have alone time but with another guy.
âOh, I see. We havenât met⊠Iâm Bang Chan, by the way,â Chan addressed the guy to the side of you.
Chan got angrier that he couldnât say anything else, that he couldnât assert authority by introducing himself since there was nothing else to say, you and him were still friends and he couldnât claim you as his girlfriend. He was jealous. Besides that the guy was an attractive guy, with straight black hair, a manly young face, pretty eyes, and a pronounced cute nose.
âYang Jeongin.â
Jeongin watched Chan, intimidated and was surprised to see the confidence in which a very popular guy in a fraternity would approach you as he never believed you had that kind of friendships, he thought you were a pretty, sweet and tender girl studying physics, shy and nerdy.
âOh, heâs a year younger than us, Iâm teaching him a little.â
âOutside, like having a picnic? Why not in the study hall?â interrupted Chan, obviously annoyed.
His tone of voice shook you, he looked so attractive when it was obvious he was jealous. It was obvious that the two of you wanted each other intensely, why wait so long to meet again?
âJeongin suggested lying in the grass for a bit, breathe some airâŠâ you said somewhat shyly, looking into his dark, narrowed eyes.
You needed to touch that grass, how horny you were getting just looking at him wasnât healthy. You wanted his cock in your mouth, you thought it must feel so good there.
âOh, so you do whatever Jeongin suggests now?â he mumbled to himself, âIâll see you later, okay? Donât go home so late and anything, call me, please. Let me know when youâre home.â
Chan gave you a tender smile and delicately untangled your hair by passing it amicably over your head. You turned your head to watch him leave and hoped he wasnât angry⊠besides one thing he would do would be to stay with you until Jeongin left. You sighed, you needed him and that friendly gesture only confused you more.
[âŠ]
And without realizing it, time passed incredibly fast. A month had passed since the last time Chan had touched you, the last time the two of you shared something as intimate as a kiss or a hug. You were coping well, as you remembered him when you came home tired to your apartment and faintly thought about him until you fell asleep, but he was getting more and more desperate, he was finally dying to talk to you but somehow you were appearing less and less in his life.
You were still tutoring Jeongin two days a week - and earning money for it. Still Chan kept a close eye on him, as it was obvious that the boy was showing signs of a crush on you.
And you knew exactly that it had been a month because you were so preciously treasuring the date when you finally had sex. So for the first time you got a little distracted from class and saw him in the distance, his manly presence and beautifully sculpted side profile, you bit your lip, thinking that you should be the one to approach him now because you needed him and you couldnât wait any longer.
When the class was over you wanted to go after him right away with no plan other than to talk to him, but he had already gone ahead in leaving the place, losing sight of him and leaving you with a strange feeling. Still, that didnât discourage you, you would go looking for him later, so you had a plan. Finally the afternoon came, you knew the time when he finished his soccer practice, so you decided to surprise him by showing up there.
You felt strange, alone near the bleachers in the soccer field area, you bit your lip looking for Chan, and doubted if it would have been better to send him a message to know if he would be there.
Chan was just finishing his practice when he spotted you in the distance, a huge smile forming on his face. You felt strange, like all the little things you didn't experience in high school you were doing it now, like waiting for the cute guy after his soccer practice, but it was a thousand times better, at least now because the heavy projects, exams, and stressful life of a college student is not ideal, but it was better because you were both adults, Chan was all man who knew exactly what to do and the best part, you lived all alone, you had all the autonomy of your place, so that was exactly your plan, to invite him to your apartment to have some alone time again.
You saw him approach you and for a second you never thought you would be that kind of girl⊠but you were for Chan and it was worth it, he was cute with you by message and in real life.
âHey thereâ Chan greeted you, surprising you and putting you in a good mood.
Once again, he was slightly drenched in sweat, making you nervous at how good he looked even like that, with his forehead vein popping. He was pleased and surprised to see you there, you wore a tender smile and shy presence so he deduced that it was a good thing, that the idea made him blush.
âHey, Chan⊠what are you doing tomorrow?â
He was slightly out of breath, âYou came all this way to find out?â he played a little, âTomorrow? Iâll have the game, you have to come, remember?â he said without thinking and then he read your expression and how your slight intentions were off, so now he said more concerned, âOh, but why? What's wrong?â
He suddenly feared that he had made a mistake, for the first time you showed up there near his space and he was not available, Chan reproached himself for his answer, but it was true that he could not miss the game, but if it was that you wanted to see him then he could dedicate the day before and after the event to you.
You didnât want it to end like that, not all of a sudden, just resigning yourself. After all, you and Chan needed a very good reward for all the time you didnât get to spend together, feeling each otherâs touch, it was time to help each other and release the stress of the frustrating past weeks.
âAh, yes yes yes. The game, Iâll be there. And what are you doing todayâŠ? Do you want to see a movie, have dinner, and stay at my place?â you mentioned the last sentence looking him in the eyes and almost seductively whispering the invitation.
It was Friday. For the first time, you postponed a project, all to spend more time with him. Chan raised his eyebrows and his smile widened. Wanting to think that there was a hidden message there and he just deciphered it. He was going to have you tonight and every hair on him rose in excitement.
âAw⊠youâre inviting me to a sleepover?â he played, flirtatiously, slowly moving closer to you.
You nodded, shyly, âBut bring your pajamas.â
He snickered.
âI will,â he replied, taking you after so long, by your waist, raising Chan's mood inexplicably at finally having you close, âDo you want me to pick up dinner when I go?â
He didnât even know what he was talking about, he just wanted to have excuses to create time and hold your waist longer.
You shook your head, âNo, letâs order when youâre at my placeâ you whispered, lost in him, you wanted to kiss him, so, so, so bad.
âItâs okay. How about if,â Chan checked his Apple watch for a second, âI get to your house at 7? Iâll go take a shower and be on my way.â
You nodded, humming in approval.
âOkay, baby⊠I see you, thenâ he whispered to you, both of you without the slightest intention of separating and creating tension.
But you played with him a little, waving goodbye and breaking the tension, you'd be about to see him.
For him, every second together, even with people around, was special, and he treasured it. But nothing compared to finally having your alone time, just you and him and whatever the night brings.
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You were almost wandering around your apartment, thinking that everything is in order and you just kept wandering with uncertainty if what you had planned would work out or if it was a good thing to do, you looked down at your outfit, biting your lips a little nervously and before you could change your mind absolutely, the loud knock on your door almost startled you. Yes, you had given Chan absolute access to your apartment and yes, your plan was to act a little differently.
You mentally braced yourself before opening the door and just as you grabbed for your doorknob, you felt a little itch on the bridge of your nose, completely remembering that you were still wearing your glasses with your whole face with makeup on, you were supposed to wear your contacts but you were so used to the feeling of glasses in your eyes that you sometimes forgot they were there.
Finally, you opened it, leaving Chan breathless just like the last time, a little over a month ago, when he saw you wearing that tight black dress exactly standing behind your door frame, but this time you were wearing a tight and cute pink corset with a tight and tiny miniskirt and, your dirty little secret, was that you werenât wearing anything underneath this one.
âWow, you look⊠beautiful. Whatâs the occasion? Were you expecting us to go out somewhere?â he spoke, engrossed, looking you up and down.
You looked at Chan, you had no words to describe how much you liked him and how great he looked.
âNot really⊠I just wanted to dress like thisâ you replied letting it go, âDo you like it? Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything?â
âI love itâ he replied, licking his lips and taking shy steps to the couch in your living room, âMmm⊠a coke, itâs okay if you have any or just water.â
Chan left his bag in your foyer. You blushed. You could see his face and hear his soft tone perfectly as he complimented you. Chan almost trembled in nervousness. Seeing you like that just made him shy somehow. Finally being alone, not having touched you, and seeing you wearing something so sexy and provocative that he wasnât even remotely used to seeing you wear didnât help him much. He was getting more and more unhinged, but he had to play it cool.
He followed your walk to the kitchen with his gaze, looking slightly cheeky at your silhouette until he lost sight of you and he came across something so dazzling that he let out a soft sigh, the small sight of your bare bottom that barely covered that skirt as you swayed your hips. Chan stretched his arms out towards the couch, licking his lips again this time biting his tongue a little and returning his gaze to the front⊠thinking that seeing you like this could only have one reason - or at least he was looking forward to it - you were looking to seduce him that night, you were looking for his touch and for more sweet sex after so much; plus his dirty, dark thoughts were triggered by visualizing the image of you wearing tiny panties, a thong, or not wearing anything⊠or why your ass was exquisitely exposed, at least a small part of it. Chan loved it, loved the little seconds he saw of your ass that drove him crazy, he wanted to aggressively squeeze your skin with passion, making it red.
While you were only focused on one thing, act bolder, bolder, bolder, you wanted to drop the shyness for once and for all, you wanted to take Chan and have him do it too, you wanted to feel that spark between the two of you again and have him give you constant affirmation that what you feel is mutual and exclusive, you wanted him for yourself, you couldnât take it anymore.
Walking without your panties on and approaching him to initiate something obviously more risqué, hot and sexual, was one of the bold moves you could think of, besides putting on a tight top that accentuated your figure, you wanted to be obvious, but none too much, but you hoped he would understand within seconds. You felt your folds slightly damp with every step you took and it was all thanks to Chan, who looked exquisite in his jeans, white shirt and thin denim jacket.
You bit your lip and gently plopped down on your couch dangerously close to him, handed him the can drink and turned your body, leaning your arm on the couch back and your bare thighs brushing against his, almost with your knees on top of them.
âSo⊠any chance you can win the game tomorrow?â you commented somewhat amused to break the silence and the obvious sexual tension.
Chanâs gaze traveled from your thighs to your notorious chest through the corset to come to a fixed point on your face, killing him with tenderness as your radiant, sweet face, still wearing your glasses, made you look like a tender, sexy smart girl, which he was sure couldnât be more true.
âOf course, we will win! Why do you say that? Hey, youâll be thereâ he jokingly replied.
You laughed softly and watched his long fingers open the can, holding it up to take a sip of his soda. His strong neckâyou needed him.
âMmm⊠itâs just that we havenât seen each other in so long," you added somewhat detachedly, engrossed in Chan. âwell, weâve seen each other often, but I guess it wasnât the same, you know?â
Chan pressed his lips together, wiping any trace of the fizzy drink from his lips, and stared at you, his right hand held the can and with the fingertips of his other hand he began to gently trace random shapes on your thigh, delighting himself with your smooth texture.
âI understand perfectlyâŠ. we havenât had this time alone, but all because of exam week, I know. How did it go, sweetheart?â he whispered, almost breathless and beginning to seduce you with every part of him, his voice, his gaze, everything.
You let yourself be carried away seconds by his touch before responding the same way he did.
âAh, you know, Iâve been doing well, but itâs kind of stressful.â
âDonât push yourself too hard, honeyâŠâ
You blushed again, more so when he spoke to you like that, seductively but with slight concern, over all.
âI knowâ you continued speaking softly, tilting your head and looking into his dark brown eyes. âBut I need the scholarship, living alone near the college area is expensive.â
Chan gave you a half smile, slowly bringing his fine brushes up.
âAw, baby, that thing about you not having a roommate doesnât sit well with me. Let me be your roommateâŠâ
You laughed, âYouâre crazyâ you lifted your arm to play a little with his jacket on his shoulder. âIâd love to, but my dad would kill me, plus you have to give up your fraternity, arenât you the leader and you have a pact or something?â
He smiled and set the can down on the coffee table.
âWould you like me to live with you?â you nodded not thinking clearly, just thinking that having him around every day would be a dream. âSoâŠ? I can quit, theyâll put Hyunjin in my placeâ he played a little, still taking full advantage of the tension created.
You made an amused expression.
âHyunjin? Heâs not frat boy material, heâll die on day one.â
The distance was getting closer and closer between the two of you, and you could feel the breathing of both. Chan ran his tongue around the inside of his lips in amusement.
âHuh, what does that mean? That Iâm just a frat boy to you?â
You looked at him for a few seconds that seemed long, you analyzed every part of his face and being inches away from each other didnât help anything but create more tension. You knew he was only joking with you, still, you replied seriously as you were seriously admiring him.
âNo⊠of course youâre not just that. Youâre much more than that⊠Iâm sorry⊠that Iâve strayed a bitâŠâ
He sighed, losing his sanity with every passing second, turned his body a little and put his arm gently over yours to play with your loose hair.
âItâs okay, I understand, honey, college is very important for you.â
But so was he and you couldnât believe you completely brushed him aside. It was your time to remedy that.
âSo... how about you, how were the exam weeks?â
âGood,â he replied simply. âTired, stressful. I may need a little help for the next exams.â
Now he dropped his hand all the way down to your thigh, stroking it almost to your area, putting it under your tiny garment and squeezing your skin.
You both couldnât stand it a second longer.
It was your chance to step up and act bolder.
âMmm... you know I can help you...â
You whispered, his gentle hand squeezing your thigh and seeking even deeper into your sensitive spot. But in one deft movement, you sat gently on his lap, surprising him completely. Chan watched your expression, still with a hint of shyness on your characteristically tender face... but he noticed that there was something completely noticeably different about you, a soft, mischievous smile, beautifully heavy breathing and a lustful gaze begging for more and more.
When his confusion vanished from him, a smile formed and he enjoyed the weight of your body on his lap and began to caress your body.
âOf course, you know how to help me. Smart girlâ he murmured close to your lips.
You felt his fresh breath and his big hands run over your waist all the way down to your thighs.
He knew then that you were the mastermind of this little plan, of summoning him there, of dressing provocatively to drive him crazy and of being the one to approach him. He loved it, found it adorable and so damn hot he was still softly hard.
âI missed you, hunâ he whispered, taking you by the chin.
You smiled at him and enjoyed every second of what you anticipated the obvious that your heart began to race.
You thought a soft âme tooâ but couldnât say it out loud and just leaned in to kiss him.
Chan was surprised each time but accepted it and received your lips sweetly. Finally, after so long, you were enjoying each other.
Your lips met softly, in a delicate act of delighting in the sensation and movements of each otherâs mouth, as if you were trying to remember every particle of that soft and delicate muscle. You adored Chanâs lips and kisses. You loved having him close, as did he, in which he enjoyed the warmth of your body on his and your velvety lips painted in soft lipstick.
Chan held your face and squeezed your thigh letting himself go, lost in the sensation of something he longed for and desired so much.
Your hands also went to his face, letting your fingers rest on his soft jaw that moved as he kissed you.
And being out of breath, you parted only short seconds, almost nonexistent centimeters only for you to whisper between his lips in amusement:
âThis is the kind of help you need?â
Chan laughed softly, squeezed your thigh tighter, and moved further across to take your lips again, this time faster, frantic and desperate, his restless tongue struggling to find yours, his soft, fluffy lips sensually sucking at your mouth, you kept pace with him and you both released that deep frustration in your being, the abstinence, and desperation for both of you.
You both needed each other, the connection was irremediable. You were making him more and more excited and for you, having his strong and big body close to yours was making you crazy, his hands on you, his nose bumping against your face, your glasses slipping off, you were getting that aching and throbbing sensation in your sensitive clit that only Chan could achieve in you, your folds were wet, sticky, you were making a mess with only his passionate kisses.
It was inevitable for Chan not to start getting completely hard as he was feeling the intensity with which you were responding to him and he was understanding perfectly the situation that you both would let something sexual happen. You, on the other hand, felt his erection bump against your ass as you were sitting right on top of him, you wanted him so badly that almost by reflex you began to move gently to feel his hard cock between the denim of his jeans, causing a soft gasp to come from his lips in between the kiss. Chan continued to stroke your thigh until he reached under your tiny skirt looking to play with your panties, but to his surprise, he found the fine touch of only your skin, you were not wearing panties and the thought made his cock throb.
âMmm, fuck baby, youâre not wearing pantiesâ he murmured sultrily between your lips, finding a way to abruptly spread your legs apart to pinch and rub your clit. âLike youâre getting your little pussy ready for me to play with.â
You blushed and yet you didnât stop moving gently on him, you parted but were still with your faces pressed together, feeling each otherâs agitated breathing, Chan bit his lip, running his fingers over your soft vaginal lips, letting them enfold your wetness without abandoning the tantalizing movements on your clit with his thumb.
You were so aroused, moaning softly at finally being touched in your much-needed area, you turned your face letting your cheek brush against his nose, and admired his strong veiny arm getting lost in your core; you were flailing and increasingly making a mess but you wanted to act bolder, you wanted to make up for all the times you couldnât do it and felt you were pushing him away, so you wanted to be the one to take a little initiative and not get completely carried away with something Chan was starting.
âCh-chan, I want to make you feel goodâŠâ you whimpered.
âAnd you do honey, donât you? I love playing with your pussyâ he whispered in your ear, this time with his fingertips superficially teasing your entrance. âDonât you like it? God, youâre so fucking wet already.â
âYes-yes, I do like it.â
âYouâve been stressed, let me take care of you, sweetie.â
Chan was beginning to tease you, his fingers not fully entering all the way to your sweet spot, his thumb tantalizing your clit, you were hopelessly desperate for something stronger, but you didnât want him to do all the work.
You turned to see him again, his face was focused, his gaze dark and bright with desire; this was your chance, you had to act and stop being shy, do exactly what you wanted and what you wanted was also to provoke him a little. You smiled at him shyly but mischievously, you stirred and found a way to get out of his touch to quickly turn your body, turning your back to him, you held onto his knees and with your red face covered in slight embarrassment but lost in sexual desire, you began to move your hips, slowly and sensually over his crotch. Chan was completely surprised, but he let himself go, realizing your little attempts driving him crazy. Something in him was starting to take over, he found it so hot but tender the way you were surprising him more and more, and suddenly the immense and incredible desire to possess your body, to have you panting and exhausted asking for more.
Chan caressed your back, enjoying the pornographic sight of having your appetizing ass, half-visible through your short skirt, grinding on his cock; he bit his lip and in a desperate move roughly lifted your entire skirt to leave visible your ass and a small part of your exposed labia brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. You gasped, shaking your head and getting impatient, the rough fabric put a tingle in your core and every inch of you that was hard to breathe, you felt the stays of your corset tighten your skin, you longed to fuck him all at once.
âAw, baby girlâs putting on a show, look at you, like a big girl, fuck, yes, keep doing it, babyâ Chan moaned smugly with a rough voice and a cocky grin on his face that you couldnât appreciate, âYou want to make me cum like this, donât you, baby doll?â
You didnât answer, your mind was occupied with the friction in your pussy that lightly battered your core. Your body burned with pleasure and slight embarrassment, you were adjusting to this new version of you but it was comforting to hear Chan's soft gasps and grunts indicating he was enjoying it. Grinding, a tiny lap dance, it was all new to you but you were making your mess in his cloth, pressing your pussy hard on him, managing to stimulate yourself more and more as Chan was having the fucking time of his life. He pulled his hands away from you for a second and watched your hips and ass move, fantasizing about having your pussy around his cock and you riding him exactly with that delicious sequence of movements.
Chan caressed your ass, going to his mind how beautiful it looked, so docile and submissive going in back and forth over his crotch, he squeezed your skin and the incredible desire to dominate you came back to him, like a strong, desperate charge in him. Chan held your hips tightly, lifting your body and forcing you to stop.
âStay stillâ he ordered in his harsh voice, he delicately ran a finger between your folds drawing a sigh from you and began to caress your buttocks, âYour skin is so soft, princessâŠâ he squeezed your ass, âI love your ass, it's so cute⊠and easy to markâŠ.. I know you're a good girl and can take them all.â
And unexpectedly, your first spanking, made you squeal and flinch in shock.
âYou like it don't you, huh? Who knew that the smartest little girl of the class is actually a little whore who enjoys being spanked.â
And Chan continued, spanking you 10 times in all, fascinated with the idea of being the only one who could fucked you up like that, from the sight of your red ass with his hand imprinted on your skin. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, clutching at his knees, you couldn't even stop him, you had loved it, your whimpers and the sound of your skin being pounded filling your apartment, but your ass burned in pain, each spanking had been more intense than the other that you began to tear up slightly, almost like your pussy, wetting the inside of your thighs.
Chan grabbed your hips again, pulling you roughly against his lap again, you moaned at the friction on your ass. You whimpered a soft fuck.
âKeep grinding my cock, baby girl, give me a little show with your beautiful red ass.â
You kept doing it, not sure who could cum first, you wanted to but you were only overstimulating yourself and making your labia more sensitive with the constant friction. You adjusted your glasses and thought about how desperately you needed him so in one swift movement you turned your body, bringing your hands to the buttons of his pants, taking him by surprise.
âWhat are you doing, princess? Who let you boss yourself around?â
You looked into his eyes and he managed to intimidate you, something about him was so different from the last few times you'd done it, he was making you nervously excited, making your legs tremble. Chan leaned his body, getting closer to you and a smug smile formed on his face as your eyes looked shiny, your cheeks red and your makeup a little messed up. Messed up just how he wanted to have you tonight. You stood still, your hands in the waistband of his jeans; you swallowed nervously and with some embarrassment, you wanted to express your whole truth:
âI want to⊠feel youâ you said in a trembling voice and retracted in seconds, remembering that you were going to leave your shyness behind, âI need you, Chan. I want to feel your cock, I want to fuck you.â
You sounded not needy but sincere and excited, your voice deepening, surprising your lover. Chan bit his lip, never believing you would say that sort of thing, as if the words cock and fuck were taboo coming out of your mouth, dirty and improper; his cock throbbed hard again, finding your dark lustful gaze behind your glasses fucking hot, making him uncontrollably horny to hear you talk like that no matter how immature it sounded⊠you were his sweet, tender, studious girl, now talking about how much you wanted his cock. It was one of his dirty dreams.
âThen come and get exactly what you want like a bad girl getting away with it.â
You blinked somewhat uncertainly, but with a mischievous smile you pulled down his pants and underwear with a little of his help until they were down to his calves. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his well-erect cock, twitching as if it had a life of its own, you were scared and excited, thinking it even looked bigger since the last time you fucked. Chan groaned, feeling the release of his aching cock and the sound of him made you look into his eyes, his perfect slitted eyes radiating desire and his countenance and complexion exuding dominance and control. Before you could act, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto his lap.
âMake you cum on my cock, princessâ his cock lightly pressed against his abdomen, throbbing in pleasure, you looked up at him, accepting your fate and thinking you were going to fuck him like that so you took his length, settling him at your entrance, but he stopped you, âNot like that, not yet, grind on it until you cum like the little slut you're behaving.â
You watched him from the arc of your glasses and positioned his thick cock between your folds, filling them completely, finally bringing the two warm sexes together which caused more than one sigh from both of you.
âOh Chanâ you whimpered and held onto his strong, broad shoulders.
You felt his length on your slick labia, opening your folds wide and rubbing your clit, grinding your wet sex hard against his until you felt every pulsation, it felt so good sliding in that you were making a mess again, this time you were more breathless, panting and feeling your orgasm close. You were eager, agitated and beginning to see stars; you looked down, your pussy hugging his veiny cock, playing with the sensitivity of his skin, his handsome manly face in pleasure as he babbled leaning back on the couch, his hands were on your hips, and you closed your eyes every now and then pushing yourself over the edge.
âAw, baby, come on, you're going to cum on my cock? Do you like it? Tell me when you're about to cum.â
You gasped loudly in response, it was more than obvious, that what started as slow, sensual movements enjoying every second of the act turned into something faster, frantic, and desperate, looking for the release of your orgasm. Chan felt close as you began to move rapidly into him.
âCh-channie, I'm about to, to⊠ah.â
âC'mon you can do it, hun, fuck, I'm close too.â
You panted, burying your hands in his shoulders, sighing heavily until you puffed out your chest and pressed them against your tight corset, when then you felt the intense release that made you embrace him, breathing in his scent as your lower half reacted violently making a mess and twitching its muscles in desperation. Chan cum almost at the same time as you did, making it filthy poetic, covering your folds and your couch in his semen, you experienced his restless cock collapsing in you and Chan cursing as he painfully felt each release spurting out of him after he had held it long enough.
You were both agitated, you were recovering but you were sure that your night was not going to end there. While you were still with your body leaning on his, Chan suddenly unzipped your corset, you pulled away from him to look at him and he was already sliding the garment down your arms to remove it and you let him do it, leaving you with your hard nipples and bare breast. He bit his lower lip beginning to caress them again entering your endless cycle of pleasure, it had been so long without having each other that you were both aware that your first orgasm was just almost a little warm-up, but you were so aroused by the intensity of it even though it wasn't the main act. Chan leaned close to your ear, whispering:
âStand up, now.â
Tired, you obeyed him without a second thought, Chan did the same; you smiled happily at him, finding him adorable, despite being in the dirty act, his countenance and the fact that you were together enjoying each other was lovely, so you impulsively sought his lips, wanting to feel him again, you did so for a few short seconds but he didn't follow your act and instead surprised you with his hand on the back of your neck tugging your hair slightly to pull you away from him.
âYou think I haven't noticed how much of a whore you've been acting⊠from the moment I got here⊠walking around with no underwear on⊠I think you've been a very, very bad girl.â
You watched him, his arm holding your hair looked so appealing and his kind of behavior excited every part of you, as if he wanted to assert authority and you were about to give in completely. You liked this Chan and you were just hoping for more intense sex by continuing to be treated like this.
âI just⊠wanted to stop being shy, like you said. Being a bad girl is asking for your cock?â you played, looking at him with big, bright eyes in false innocence.
His cock throbbed again, you were hitting him right in his most sensitive spot, your sweet naivety and innocence, it was obvious now you wanted to experience something harder and he was about to give it to you.
âI hope you know how bad girls are treated, provocative little sluts like you⊠they are treated for exactly what they are. On your knees now.â
Chan had fantasized about his cock in your mouth so many times that today was the perfect occasion when you were both needy and open to so many things because of the abstinence you had. Just when it was obvious you wanted to be used and he couldn't miss the opportunity.
You played with his shirt before getting on your knees, indicating that you wanted him to remove his clothes and he understood your subtle message, taking off his jacket and shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his muscular abdomen and erect cock in front of your face once you were on your knees. Your heart pounded.
âTake it all, little slut, use it like you know how, I want to fill your whole mouth with meâ Chan moaned, watching you from above, taking your hair in a fist.
You had stopped being brave for a second and rose to look at him as you held his erection. He read your docile expression, your bright eyes in a gaze he knew well and adored with a mad passion, your look of uncertainty and innocence.
âTake it, baby girl, use your mouth and hands. You'll do fine.â
Chan smiled, grabbing his erection and running it down your cheek and around your lips. You stuck out your tongue, tasting his pink glans, running your tongue around his opening to taste every drop of his previous cum and his oozing pre cum, as if you were scooping a delicious ice cream. His taste and sensation filled every inch of you and with a little more confidence, you licked his entire warm, pulsating, wet length, still having room to feel him between your hands and stroke his cock. You were so excited and thrilled to explore absolutely everything about oral sex that you did your best to wrap your lips over his member to have absolutely the whole experience, you licked and licked, following his veins around it, reveling in the pulsing sensation of his needy sex and the gasps of an also needy Chan.
âThat's right, baby, you're doing great, fu-fuck, play with my balls a little tooâ Chan whimpered.
Your ears twitched, almost thinking, oh, I'd forgotten and your hands massaged his sensitive soft testicles, not sure what you were doing but you licked them a little as you'd seen it was something that could be done, earning you from Chan a muffled moan and throwing his head back.
âFuck, you're a naughty girl. Now put it in your mouth, come on, baby girl. Open your mouth.â
You salivated at his thick, raspy voice and did just as he commanded, his length filling your cavity and rubbing against the inside of your cheeks. You gasped with your mouth full, it felt so good in a way. In and out of you, enveloping your tongue and lips. Chan watched you, your gaze behind those glasses, your delicate mouth filled with his member were taking him to heaven, like never before, in a way it looked so dirty coming from you, on your knees with your breasts exposed and your mouth drooling and hands occupied with his big cock, Chan wanted to treasure the moment forever, besides the sensation that rocked the deepest in him, it was the best oral sex he had ever had and all because it was you giving it to him. You held onto his thighs, caressed his pubic skin and brought your hand up to touch his abs a little. Chan guided you gently, pushing your head and you found the perfect rhythm, bobbing your head, it was hot the first few moments, but desperately hot the next, your nose and eyes started to get sensitive, your jaw ached but it was worth every second.
Chan loved the slight imperfection of your act, but stopped being soft and tender as he said to you:
âI'm going to fuck your throat until it hurts to talk, baby girl.â
He started thrusting, you didn't even get a chance to whine fighting that it was too big, when he answered himself.
âYou can take it, you can do it-fuck.â
His erection was reaching further and further down your throat, it brushed your uvula and for a second you felt embarrassed for your gag reflex but he continued to thrust until he reached a point you didn't think possible in your throat. You watched him, your eyes begging for mercy but he took no pity on you and began to fuck your throat and mouth, ramming you until you were sore. You squeezed your legs together, feeling your fluids slipping from how uncontrollably aroused you were. It felt so good, so wrong, your poor mouth being abused your first time. Chan grunted and whimpered, turning him on the image of you struggling with his big cock.
âFuck, you're taking it so good. I'm about to cumâ a high pitched moan escaped his lips, âYes, yes-yes-yes- fuckâ he began to babble.
Tears began to flow out of you again⊠thinking if it was that desperate and hot your pussy felt on its own. You could taste his orgasm, his pumping cock getting closer and closer until he cummed in your mouth, choking you a little once again. Chan grunted loudly, putting his head back and returned to pull his cock out of your mouth and messily left shots of his cum on your face. You took a deep breath and not knowing what exactly to do you swallowed heavily his cum and smiled proudly.
âFuck, baby girl, did you swallow it? Good girl. Look at you.â
Chan stroked your already tousled hair, pushing the stuck hair away from your forehead by your light layer of released sweat. He took his cock in his other hand and kept rubbing it on your face, proud to have left you in such a state. Needy, messed up with cum on your sweet face.
âGood girl. Come here, sit on the couch, it's your turn.â
You nodded and obeyed him with a silly, deluded smile on your face, you were happy to please him and felt the night had no end. Chan now undressed himself, freeing himself of his jeans and underwear and got down on his knees in front of you, he removed your skirt, leaving you vulnerable and naked, for the first time in front of him.
âYou are beautiful. I want to make you mineâ he whispered.
He moved closer to your face, you playfully bit your lip, from every angle and distance he was so attractive to you that, still delusional you held his face in your hands as he tentatively kissed you, his hand again playing with your pussy. His lips moved down and you caressed the curls of his hair as he did the same act he did the first time you were together, sizzling kisses down your body until he reached your sensitive cunt. He feasted on your breasts and nipples before he got down there and kissed your skin and clit, driving you wild.
âUse your words, little girl, what do you want now?â he asked, his hands squeezing your thigh, his breath on your pussy.
You didn't think about it, âChan, pleaseâŠeat my-pussy. I need it.â
âYou need it?â he chuckled softly.
He admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy, it was going to be a pleasure to taste you, and he adored it. He slapped moderately hard on your vulva making it more flushed, flinching you and finally, his lips encircled your pubis and part of your labia to suck exquisitely on your clit. You moaned, still stroking his hair.
âMmm, Channie-â
You lost your mind as soon as he rubbed his face on your clit, shaking his head. This time he focused on your sensitive spot, playing with your folds, spreading and joining them in constant motion stimulating you while his mouth and tongue tortured your clit, biting, sucking, and teasing it with movements with the tip of his tongue, staring at you as he made you lose your mind.
You arched your back, Chan knew you were close, he stroked your clit with his finger and lowered his mouth to the rest of your vulva making you whimper, sloppy licks with his thick, warm, naughty tongue across your labia, sucking them until he reached your throbbing entrance. You were so close again and Chan began to penetrate you with his tongue, pressing his nose into another sweet spot of yours in the process. You babbled his name in a desperate search to climax your ecstasy.
âCum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, baby-make a messâ his voice vibrated in your core and earned with it the intense mess of your orgasm.
Chan licked your orgasm, making you shudder. You were tired, your limbs trembling. The excitement was already a pleasurable burden on your body and with Chan, there was still no end to it.
âYour pussy is so swollen and beautiful baby girl, it's all ready for me to fuck you.â
You looked him in the eye and didn't protest, âCome on,â he gasped as he carried you and you let yourself be hold by him to your bed to lay your naked body on it.
You were hoping for the best, to finally be filled by him, even though you knew it was going to hurt because of his size, the feeling was hotly indescribable, it was what you wanted all along, to be fucked by him. The foreplay had been intense, your body was already tired but you thought you were ready for the last act. Chan positioned himself, stroking his erect cock and leaned down, his thumb wiping the rest of cum on your face, then sliding and inserting his finger into your mouth.
You needed him now. Your mind forgot about the existence of condoms in your drawer, you wanted Chan to fuck you at once. Chan smiled, his lips glistening for your orgasm.
He pulled his finger away from your mouth and sweetly took your lips, tasting a bit of the other and gradually raised the tone of the kiss until he left you breathless with your lips swollen, begging for more of the feel of his lips with yours.
âI'll make you mine, my cum in your mouth and everywhere. I'm going to fill your tight little pussy up, baby.â
Your body trembled in excitement, you couldn't resist it anymore, and you almost begged in supplication, following his game.
âChan, please fuck me I want your cum inside me. I need your cum inside me so bad.â
He went back to playing with his thumb around your mouth.
âLook at you, baby girl, begging and saying please when I'm going to fuck you hard. Break you in two. I won't be gentle.â
He sentenced, fulfilling his words and ramming his cock violently into your pussy, opening wide your entrance and causing you to scream. Chan admired the bulge formed in your belly, running his thumb finely over your skin. He was deep inside you, ramming into your cervix, filling every space of your walls. You whimpered but his pumping sex had never felt better, pulsing, warm and wet, living the full experience of his veins being squeezed through your walls. Chan first used you, to you adjust to his size, taking you by the waist and using your body, manipulating it with ease and roughness sliding on his cock.
He admired his member being consumed by your entrance, your tightness choking him and his tip pounding to your limit.
âCha-channie, pleaseâ you whimpered in pain and pleasure, still wanting to make a mess of his cock. âGod, you feel so good.â
Sounds of your soaked pussy colliding with his dick began to make themselves present.
âSo-fucking tight, baby girl, fuck, fuck.â
When Chan sensed that you were adjusting, which wasn't quite true, he began to move, ramming you bestially, moving his hips in a rhythm, bumping your skin, and releasing every frustration in you. You whimpered and embraced him as soon as he leaned into you, his skin rubbing and teasing your clit with each deep thrust. You dug your nails into his back and clamped your legs closely together to his body, once again apart from the sizzling pain in your pussy, the burning pain in your belly indicated another successful and intense orgasm with Chan appeared.
Chan cursed at the feel of it, the muscles of your spongy walls clenching him and your grip on him growing tight, your nails marking his pale skin and broad back, never ceasing to pound into you and babbling in the stars, close to your ear.
âCha-chan, please, I'm gonna cum...â
âDo it, baby, fuck, cum.â
You arched your back in pain, rolled your eyes because he was hitting your sweet spot before climaxing, squealed getting restless, and collapsed under his body with every muscle in your vagina acting on his constantly moving cock. Chan moaned and did not stop thrusting you until he reached his orgasm. After short moments you again climaxed more gently, but intensely for him.
âFuck-mmm, baby, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna make you mine forever ahh-â
He grabbed your neck without choking you and cum intensely deep inside your core, leaving his member sensitive, satisfied, and used. Chan slid his cock out of you, leaving you with the sensation of a huge emptiness combined with the tingle of your muscles collapsing and his cum spurting out of your hole. He rested his cock on your belly, still climaxing loudly, rubbing his aching cock with his hand and leaving more cum on your skin. His orgasm was long and wonderful and managed to make him exhausted and shaken.
Chan dropped his body to the side of yours, seeking your closeness and comfort, hugging you and hiding his face in your chest.
âHoly shit, baby, that was amazing. Did you like it? I'm tired, but I can fuck you like that every fucking day.â
You were surprised that he was with his face tenderly hidden in your chest, hugging you, but you accepted it with a smile and started stroking his hair. Both of you breathing heavily.
âI loved it, Chan.â
âMe, too, sweetheartâ he lifted his face to look at you, his tone was softer and his sweet gaze now reflected sweetness and almost seeking affection, you were impressed by the incredible change. âI hope I wasn't so hard on you, next time we can change, you can tell me anything...â
âI loved itâ you interrupted him.
âDoesn't your cute ass hurt anymore?â he pouted adorably, his hands traveling to your butt to caress it.
You shook your head, laughing softly. He looked so tender as if he hadn't moved your guts less than five minutes ago. His eyes sparkled and he looked so soft with his curly hair falling down his forehead.
âOkayâ he smiled, âI needed this. I needed youâ he caressed your waist. âCan I ask you one thing now?â
Post sex was making you drowsy, you were tired and the warmth of Chan's body felt so good.
âMmm?â you hummed.
âLet's go out... on dates, let me get to know you more and more. I want to make you my girlfriend, y/n. I want to be your boyfriendâ Chan spoke, sweet and needy.
Sleepiness left your body and your heart raced as it was everything you had dreamed of all along... you finally knew he meant it. You looked at him, blinking softly.
âAnd I want to be your girlfriend, Chan.â
ââââââââ
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ââTHE POCKY GAME
SUMMARY: playing the pocky game with your crush!
CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: cursing, suggestive? not really tho
NOTES: happy pocky day!! I think this game is actually really cute teehee. whatâs ur guys favorite pocky? (mines the chocolate or matcha one đđ)
reader is g/n, reader is yuu
GOES IN FLUSTERED, COMES OUT CONFIDENT
you caught him so off guard. he was just minding his own business, doing his thing, then suddenly you hit him with a game like this? really are you trying to kill him, prefect? does this count as a confession?? he feels hot, is his face red? he didnât even know pocky day existed!
despite his internal panicking, how could he possibly say no to you? placing the biscuit between his lips, letting you have the chocolate side (or whatever flavor u want) like the gentleman he is. slowly, bite by bite his face inches closer to yours. his heart is killing him, but he doesnât dare to lose. finally reaching to the midsection, his lips find yours, sharing a small sweet kiss before pulling away.
that was much more fun than he thought itâd be. how about another round?
riddle, trey, jack, kalim, silver, malleus
GOES IN CONFIDENT, COMES OUT A LOSER
he was so smug when you asked. say less prefect! heâll play the game with you since youâre so desperate!
then suddenly he gets second thoughts once you both begin to bite down on the biscuit. little by little, the proximity between you two began to close, his heartbeat racing at the speed of light. thump thump thump. he could barely control his breathing and his palms were beginning to grow sweaty. by the time youâve expected a kiss, he pulled away, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed.
his cheeks were burning hot and there was a discerning look on his face that screamed flustered. with all the talk he had before, maybe this reaction was better than the anticipated kiss. but whereâs the fun in that? you pull out another pocky stick, putting it between your lips for a second time with a devilish grin. youâre killing him, prefect.
ace, cater, ruggie, epel, sebek
A LOSER
had to think long and hard about playing. not cause he didnât want to, but because he knows heâs going to humiliate himself in front of you.
so how did he find himself standing in front of you, with a pocky in his mouth, inching closer and closer to your face after each passing second? this. is. bad. heâs actually going to fail and look like a godforsaken fool. is his face red? itâs red isnât it? he shouldâve known better. not even halfway, he backs up, covering the lower half of his face with his hand.
please forgive him, but he might just DIE and EXPLODE if he hadnât done what he just did. itâs not just about his safety, itâs about yours too. please donât tease him heâs already so embarrassed for being a wimp.
heâs already weak in the knees just being beside you, kissing you would be a whole nother story.
deuce, azul, idia
A FUCKING TEASE
another smug one. except this one has plans to win and actually stick to it. rather than just standing in front of you, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. you hesitate for a moment, taken aback by his bold actions.
the game grew intense, his eyes staring daggers into your own. youâre not even sure if he was blinking (he wasnât). he took in your reaction, engraved it in the back of his mind, and plans to replay these moments like they were a cinematic masterpiece. just when you were about to pull away, his lips meet yours, sharing a breathtaking kiss.
your face was warm and wore an expression of shock. he loved it. ah, ah, ah, not so fast prefect. technically that was a tie! whatâs a game without a winner? looks like another round is in order..
jade, jamil, rook, lilia
SOMEHOW A WORSE TEASE
pocky game? why would we want to do that when he could just do this?
cupping your cheek, he leans over and places a chaste kiss on your lips. it was a gentle kiss, contrasting with the way his hands traveled down to your waist, holding my you firmly in place. his eyes bored into you, enjoying your shock. he was smug. so smug. you could feel him smiling against your lips, leaning in closer and closer til you finally had the opportunity to push him away.
he only smirked in return, letting you go, grabbing a pocky and walking away as if nothing happened.
punch him. you wanted to punch him.
leona, jade, floyd, jamil, vil
A/N: jamil was self indulgent ngl
date published: 11/11/24
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#pairing: jungkook x reader.
#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~1800
#synopsis:Â crying on jungkook's shoulder might not have been the smartest idea in the world since now he's fucking you while your ex is calling.
#warnings:Â vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f.), namjoon ex bf, rough sex. jk has a bick dick. maybe phone sex?
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it was friday when jungkook texted you asking if you were gonna the college party, and of course your answer was 'no'. breaking up with namjoon was one thing, but seeing him at a party where he would probably kiss several girls in front of you was a bit too much
"you can't stay home while the biggest party of the semester is going on"
'"yes i can, and i will!"
"god, why are you so complicated? at least come over to my house, i won't leave you suffering alone'
"i'm not suffering, jungkook!'
that's a lie. you were. a lot.
you ended up accepting jungkook's invitation, at first feeling bad for ruining the party for him, but jungkook was always the person who made you comfortable, usually when you went to parties with namjoon, he was the one who always stayed by your side while namjoon got drunk with his friends, he was the one who took you and namjoon home, the reality is that jungkook spent much more time by your side than your, now ex, boyfriend.
jungkook was excited, he came over and offered you wine and before you knew it you were on the couch, with your legs over his while he tried to convince you that it was namjoon who had lost you, not the other way around.
"he fuck so good, jungkook," you admitted, clearly overcome by the drink (added to your fertile period that made your panties damp at that very moment). "that pisses me off. he's arrogant, stupid, i hate him... but damn, the sex was so good"
jungkook laughed, as affected by the alcohol as you were, it's not like he'd never heard namjoon talk about sex with you, how wild and rough you two were.
it wasn't like jungkook had never heard you two...
but in that situation, knowing that you weren't together anymore, it was a little different...
"he pulled my hair, hit me, called me a whore, damn, it was so good, i can complain about him in many ways, except for this one, the son of a bitch made me cum like no one else"
"jesus!" jungkook said, taking a sip of his drink.
okay, things need to be pointed out, yes, jungkook was gorgeous, damn, he was hot, but you had never thought of him as a 'man' he was just your boyfriend's best friend, who always hung out with you at parties, who danced with you on the dance floor, who complimented your clothes and makeup, who complimented your smell, your lip gloss...
"i hope one day i can find someone who fucks me like him," you blurted out.
and jungkook took a deep breath, motivated a little by the drink, but deep down he knew that if it wasn't right then he might never have another chance. i mean, it was crazy, of course it was, who in their right mind would try to have sex with their best friend's ex-girlfriend when it hasn't even been a month since they broke up...
but jungkook wasn't the sanest person at the moment, in fact he never was when it came to you, not when he jerked off in the bathroom of namjoon's parents' beach house last month after seeing you parading around the pool in a red bikini.
"i can fuck you like him, in fact... i can fuck you even better"
"what?" you choked on your own saliva when you heard that.
jungkook took advantage of the fact that your legs were on top of his and started to leave a mischievous caress on your knee
"i told you i can fuck you better than him"
"jungkook..." you scolded him, but deep down that idea excited you.
"hi, love"
"fuck, that's not right"
"why not, why the hell are you so scared to do that?
"it's not for me, it's for you"
"well, i don't care... i've wanted to fuck you for a while now"
you choked again, but before you could say anything, jungkook took the glass from your hand and laid down with his body on top of yours.
you were going to ask again what the hell was that, what the hell was he doing, but jungkook kissed you, and there, fuck any lucid thought you could have.
the taste of wine in his mouth, his hot tongue entering your mouth with voracity, fuck any conscious shit, you needed to fuck with jungkook at that moment.
it was a blur until you were only in your panties underneath him while he sucked your tits, using his hand to play with the free nipple in a somewhat abrupt way, he seemed desperate, in reality, he was desperate, jungkook had been thinking about fucking you for so long that it seemed like a joke from the universe.
he finally took off his shirt and you smiled with his chest exposed, and jungkook just grunted, going back to kissing you while the tie of his shorts hit your waist. you knew he would be big, but nothing expected you for what you saw when he pulled down his shorts with his underwear all at once.
jungkook's cock was big, thick, full of veins and the purple head was already leaking precum. you couldn't hide your scared face when you saw it, making jungkook laugh.
'what's wrong?'
'fuck, that won't fit...'
'yes, it will, love, i'm gonna suck you and open you up for me, you're gonna take every inch of it and be a good girl on my cock!'
you gasped, agreeing, and jungkook laughed again, trailing kisses down your belly until he reached your panties... you quickly lifted your hips, a silent request for him to remove the fabric right away, and he obeyed.
the first thing jungkook did was smell your wet panties, the scene almost made you cum.
"if you taste as good as you smell, fuck, kitten..."
and jungkook sucked your clit, you moaned loudly, holding his hair. it was a mix of desperation and pleasure that you only felt when you had sex while stoned with your ex, and there was jungkook, ok, not 100% sober, but wanting you so fucking much...
you didn't even see when he inserted a finger, but at a certain point you were grabbing the couch's upholstery because he had three fingers inside you while he sucked your clit, your hips lifting desperately seeking more contact, at the same time trying to pull away, jungkook's long hair tickling your belly nicely, the way he put his fingers deeper and deeper...
you saw the ceiling of the room spin, and the next second jungkook had only his mouth on you.
sucking every drop.
you had never been sucked so well, but you were far from satisfied, so you were just grateful when without any prior warning jungkook entered you.
fuck, it burned, he was so fucking big. jungkook laughed, trying to contain his own arousal while you got used to his size. he ran his hand over your nipples, squeezing the tip, rubbing his fingertips on your belly, on your thigh... all while looking at you as if he wanted to devour you... and he did.
"jungkook..."
just his name was enough for him to understand, and then he thrust, his balls hitting you full on made you see stars. and the rhythm only increased, along with the brutality.
"i've wanted you like this for so long, fuck, imagining my cock destroying that tiny pussy"
you grabbed his shoulder, immersed in your own feeling and the noises you were making.
but something took you out of orbit.
ir rather, someone.
the shrill ring of the phone with the name 'namjoon' on the screen. you ignored the first call, the second, but on the third jungkook got irritated, he swiped right and simply accepted the call. your eyes widened, mumbling a 'what?'
but all jungkook said back was an 'answer', stopping his thrusting into you.
you obeyed.
damn the time you obeyed.
"where the fuck are you? why didn't you come to the party?"
"i... hm?"
"i'm asking why you didn't come to this fucking party, i got all dressed up, i bought a fucking bouquet, i bought your favorite chocolate, where the fuck are you?" namjoon was irritated, visibly irritated.
"i..." you tried to answer, fuck, what would you say to him? "i jus-OH" you moaned loudly, when jungkook moved inside you again, a little less aggressive than before, still strong.
you whispered a 'stop' but jungkook ignored it, laughing when you put your hand over your mouth trying not to moan loudly.
"you what?" namjoon questioned from the other side.
"i... i'm not very- very well" you choked on your own moans, while jungkook laughed.
you looked at him desperately, but he just laughed, whispering for you to continue talking on the phone. and of course you could hang up and end it all, but that feeling was so good... you felt like a slut, but you had never felt so good.
jungkook slapped your breasts audibly, enough for namjoon to hear.
"what's going on there?"
"nothing... is just thFUCK, JUNGKOOK!" you screamed without thinking as jungkook thrust even harder, the couch scraping on the living room floor as his balls slammed violently against you.
"wait, what? you said WHAT?"
at this point in the game, fuck any shit, you just ignored your ex-boyfriend, moaning loudly as jungkook fucked you like an animal, you knew namjoon was listening, he was following the line, but fuck any shit, you needed to cum, and thanks to this disgusting situation you would cum soon.
"are you fucking with my best friend? what type of whore are you?"
"my whore." jungkook took the phone from your hand, still thrusting angrily. "i'm fucking her delicious pussy, the one you kept telling me was tight, that it was delicious, fuck, you were right, it's so fucking delicious!"
and jungkook hung up, still laughing at you.
namjoon returned the call, the phone vibrating in jungkook's hand as he laughed evilly.
jungkook pressed the phone to your clit, the vibration being enough to make you cum exactly 10 seconds later, but jungkook went further...
he accepted namjoon's call, only to turn it into a video call, and then show his (maybe now ex) best friend, a video with a perfect angle of him cumming inside you.
before namjoon could say anything, jungkook hung up, his heavy body falling on top of yours.
"fuck that..." you tried to say.
"shhhh, let's think about it later? i just lost my best friend"
"do you regret it?"
"it depends... will I be able to fuck you more often?"
you thought, and it was pretty clear that you wanted to again, so why lie?
"if you want..."
"then no, fuck, i only regret not trying before..."
"u are crazy..." you laughed.
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Both are twenty, degradation n praise, overstimulation. reader is cockdrunk n has a high sex drive :3 Not proofread!!!.
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âSâgood Yujiii Soo good, Mmm! Can feel your cock throbbing inside of me, ohh fuckkk!â you moaned out through gritted teeth, too caught up enjoying how deliciously his achy, abused cock was repeatedly curving into your sensitive g-spot over and over just the exact way you intended it to. You canât even remember how long itâs been and well frankly you donât really care. Too distracted by the overwhelming pleasure you're receiving by frantically bouncing your ass on his swollen cock.
âF-fuckkk, youâre so greedy baby Goddd, you look so sexy like this!â he huffed, letting out breathless curseâhis fingernails digging into the plushy sides of your bouncing ass as goosebumps and adrenaline coursed through his bulging veins. Heâs trying his very fucking best to keep up with you but God you were killing him. It got so bad that youâre more of a filthy sex fiend than he was in the past few overestimating days. Not that he was complaining but the way youâd randomly grab him by the shirtâfucking wrinkling it and pulling him into the clustered janitor closet just to feel his hard dick in your slobbering cunt at school with him pushed up against the cool wall and you manically throwing your bouncing ass back at him eagerly like little cock-hungry slutâforcing every last drop of cum from his thick balls to drain out into your horny pussy then pouncing on him four more times throughout the day at home has become a bit overwhelmingâŠheâs trying his best to keep up with your crazy ass sex drive but fuck he was shooting blanks at this point.
His sweat-covered pinky bangs tickled his forehead as the moonlight from the illumining window glistened onto his milky abs. He bit his lips so many times that he probably ruined his gums by now, in a futile attempt to restrain his perverted urges at the way your tits were bouncing in fast circles. Heâs sooo tempted to grab and fondle them but itâs like he canât even control his own fucking body.
âOhooo fuck! Youâre stretching me so good around you Yuji, fuck I love youâLooove your cock so muchhh baby!â You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes as his pink tuffs of slick covered pubic hair grazes against your sticky clitâmaking the pleasure even more intense as more and more creamy rings formed at the base of his pretty cock.
They were hearts in Yujiâs eyes seeing just how much his little horny slut of a girlfriend was creaming on him, seeing you so desperate and addicted to his cock like a brainless zombie whore unlocked something primal inside of him that he never thought existed. He fucking loved being your human dildo to fuck yourself on, the thought of it made his cock throb feverishly right against your gushing, gummy walls.
âJesusâmmmph! Youâre such a nasty slut. Ohh shit-, is my cock all you ever fucking think about baby? bet you couldn't even last a day without my cock being up this needy, little pussy yeah?â His groans along with his filthy mouth filled the air as he gropes both of your fleshy ass cheeksâhis fingers purposely kneading into it pervertedly as he feels you up like a creep.
You felt the mushroom tip of his length brushing against the depths of your cervix as you clamped around him harder, you playfully smirked down at him as you bent down slightly towards him to grab his bicepsâmoaning sweetly as you felt them flexing against your touch. âY-yess! Need your cock inside of me at all times Yuji, gonna make me lose my mind, hnngh!â
âYeahhh? My cock making you that dumb baby??â His sultry voice is weighed with exhaustion as he grants you a fucked-out smile. âYuji, Yuji mâgonna cum again, fuckfuckfuck yessss!â
You continued bouncing faster and fasterâgrinding your hips against him fervently in the process to make it even more intense causing you to spasm around his girth, you canât see it, but you are 100% sure his entire cock is covered in your cream. You can feel it.
Your head falls back, the strands of your hair cascading down like a waterfall. your lips parting to release loud, needy moans that mingled in the air as Yuji gazed up at you in awe, seeing you like this was one of his favorite things. You were such a mindless slut for his dick and he enjoyed it.
âI- mâcummming!â You cried out in a certain tone that was like filthy music to his ears, your cunt pulsated around his jumpy cock as streams of liquid gushed out of you, spurting every fucking where, on the bed sheets, spattering on Yujiâs abs, his thighs everywhere. Your body trembles as you try to process everything. You fucking came and squirted at the same time.
âDid you just-â
âI-â was all you could let out before you felt the wind getting knocked out of you as Yuji suddenly gripped your branded ass thatâs filled with his handprints and lifted his legs up a bit, thrusting with constrained force and fucking his throbbing, soaked cock into you with vigor. The lewd, nasty sound of âplah plah plah!â reverberated throughout the room your hands clutching the pillows tightly beside him, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
âYujiii, stop fuck! Too muchâtooo muchhâ you screamed in a frenzy. your thighs shivering as he relentlessly thrust deeper, splitting open your cunt even more with his animalistic pace. His pistoning cock brushes further against your sweet spots as it twitches inside of you. His poor, fucked out cock sooo desperate to cum.
âSuch a lil fucking slut for squirting on me like that babyâGod Iâm gonna stuff you sooo full after this, itâll be entwined into your slutty fucking brainsâ
You were so fucked out you couldnât even fucking register what the hell he was babbling about.
It was so fucking nasty and hot, the scent of raw sex filled the air as both of your moans echoed throughout the room, at this point your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull in ecstasy as you were being overstimulated, your pussy pouring more juices onto his cock as beads of sweat glistened on his entire body.
âMâcumming mâcumming mâcumming Godddd love this fucking pussy!!â His hoarse voice exclaimed as he bit his lips, thick gooey ropes of warm cum filling up your womb as the two of you cried out in unison. You were so full, every inch of your pussy was stuffed so full of just Yuji, Yuji, Yuji. Youâd be surprised if you werenât actually braindead from his cock by now.
Your body collapsed on his sticky skin and you landed on his toned chest. both of you attempt to regulate your breaths as you cockwarmed his soft cock. Unfortunately Succumbing to exhaustion, you both drifted off to sleep in that position but within the next three hours, you were fucking him again.
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Jungkook fic recs
these are my favorite fics on this app, some make me laugh and kick my feet, some make me wet my panties, there are also some that make my tummy hurts but not much because i'm weak and can't stand angsty fics:(
enjoy<3
i'm going to start with my favorite writers, i actually like all of their works (go take a look at them) but the ones on this list have a special place in my heart</3
@girlygguk <3
-no in that way-| a s f | one-shot
in which you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, min yoongi. meanwhile, your other best friend, jeon jungkook, is hopelessly in love with you.
-needy-| s f a | series
hiding his feelings when you didnât even know his name was hard. hiding his neediness and obsession when you finally did know his name and you were his fucking girlfriend? impossible. well, then it's a good thing you like him needy.
-denial- | f s a | series
you and jungkook both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. jungkook sees, and he's mad.
-first class- | f s a | one-shot
in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.
@awrkive <3
-cold nights and blurred lines- | f s | one-shot
jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and itâs casual for the most part. but as time passes, you canât help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a clichĂ© to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
-the love prognosis- | a f s | series
for as long as you can remember, youâve always been a hopeless romantic.
the girl whoâs always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesnât come grand â itâs simple and itâs quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that youâve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.
@springalwayscomes <3
-closer- | f a s | series
To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. Itâs just that⊠close is not close enough anymore for Jungkook.
@hoseoksluna <3
-wine- | s a f | series
both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you needy again.
@noteguk <3
-bad influence- | s a f | series
in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you canât avoid falling for him every time.
@gukslut <3
-cream & sugar- | s f a | series
stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know heâs great in bed. You also know heâs the biggest asshole youâve ever met.
-every kinda way- | s f | one-shot
three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK.
-the jorts- | s f | series
jorts, you, jk, love, lol.
more (very good) fics from different writers:)
-the lucky one- | a s f | series-ongoing by @babystrcandy <3
growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.
-cable management- | s c f | series by @19pancakes <3
your job is more hassle than itâs worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off... Thereâs extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. Youâre also hungry.
english it is not my first language (maybe you noticed, lol) sorry in advance if there are any mistakes:b
I will add more over time, bye. xoxo
#jungkook smut#jungkooksmut#jungkook angst#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook fluff
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Jinx x reader
- Jesus fucking christ this woman is actually so fine in season 2. I didn't expect this.
- â ïž : Contains spoilers of S2, No nsfw, affectionate stuff and nice jinx. Headcanons of jinx I have during s2. May seem unrealistic but I'm going by all I can sense.
- After Silco's tragic death, Jinx certainly had changed alot. The girl who was never afraid of taking risks was becoming almost invisible.
- First thing you noticed about her after Silco's death was the way she was more calm. She wouldn't hallucinate that terribly anymore. Sometimes during nights she would wake up due to nightmares.
- Overall, she was calmer. There wasn't anyone trying to manipulate her anymore and make her worse and you were not a bad person.
- Your relationship was once riskfull, chaotic and full of arguments. You and jinx would get into alot of disagreements at first but now..
- She had turned more quite, She used her body to express herself more instead of words, She had became more affectionate and last but not least, silently obsessed with you.
- Not that she was never obsessed with you. Not a day would go on and without her questioning "Are you going to leave me?" Plus, more careful and it felt like she was everywhere with you even if she wasn't physically there.
- She would show her affections through small gestures, sometimes holding your thumb or pinky finger, sometimes putting her hand lightly on your back and sometimes giving you small pecks on different part of your body.
- During the nights, she would be the most affectionate. Holding you close to her, you were afraid anymore pressure from her and you would break.
- Unlike how you thought, she wouldn't cry infront of you about Silco. Not only that, she would comfort you all the time as if her own pains had never existed.
- After Isha's grand entrance to you guys' lives, She went on full mom mode. Not only for Isha, but you too. You would sometimes find it funny how she would become worried for Isha or you.
- With Isha entering her life, she became even nicer and happier. She definitely awoke Jinx's innerchild and you definitely didn't know how to thank the little girl for simply falling on Jinx.
- A crazy, manipulated, afraid and frustrated jinx was now anything but those words.
#jinx x fem!reader#arcane#arcane headcanon#arcane x female reader#arcane imagines#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x you#jinx arcane#jinx x y/n#jinx x reader#jinx x fem reader#jinx#jinx league of legends#jinx x you
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omg yes please write heehoon using that toy (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) .á.á
part two of heehoon jerking off togetherâŠwow okay i learned that i reallyyy like writing this kind of stuff
warnings: heehoon jerk off together again, mxm (kinda), use of a sex toy, sunghoon catches heeseung watching porn and joins, double penetration of the toy, heehoon fantasized about reader again, mentions of sunghoon masturbating, subtly voyeurism, subtle praise.
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Itâs not a surprise that Heeseung and Sunghoon find themselves in this predicament again.
You just had to wear a dress that made your breasts spill out of the cups and while they donât understand why you told them you needed your bra size remeasured because it was too small to the point where your tits didnât fit in them anymore, the image of you without your clothes on was enough to make the drive silent on their way home.
But that was last night. Itâs Saturday evening and the unusual silence of the apartment makes Sunghoon uneasy. Heâs been cooped up in his room for the entire day, too worked up over a wet dream and thinking about you naked in just that little bra you described in such detail. Heâs touched himself twice earlier today and willed himself not to make it a third if he isnât getting any action. The tissues from cleaning up his cum sit in his trash bin as if to mock him so he goes for a drive to get his mind out of the gutter.
When he comes home, though, Heeseungâs door is cracked slightly ajar and Sunghoon can hear the clear sound of porn coming from inside of his room. The younger man laughs to himself and peeks inside to see Heeseungâs eyes closed with his fist wrapped around his cock. Sunghoon retreats into his room to grab his favorite toyâa doll complete with a torso, ass and pussyâbefore returning to Heeseungâs room.
âCanât help it, can you?â
Sunghoonâs voice startles Heeseung and his hand momentarily freezes around himself. Heâs half naked, bottom completely bare while his chest is covered by a black t-shirt. Sunghoon opens the door wider and folds his arms while resting his shoulder on Heeseungâs doorframe and chuckles to himself.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â
âI know youâre thinking about Y/N,â Sunghoon tells him. He sees the way Heeseungâs cock twitches at the mere mention of your name. The video Heeseung plays on his laptop echoes and women moaning while being obliterated on screen makes Sunghoon half-hard. âYou canât stop jerking yourself off to her too, huh?â
Heeseung relents and averts his gaze back to the video and resumes pumping himself. Sunghoon watches the way his friendâs hand shifts up and down the harder the girls in the video get fucked and walks into his room to peek at the screen.
âCreampie compilation?â Sunghoon asks to himself more than to Heeseung, palming his cock over his pants with his free hand. âThat shitâs hot.â
âI want to cum in her so bad,â Heeseung whines, squeezing himself as Sunghoon sits on the bed next to him. Heeseung watches him push the toy on his clothed cock and as he grinds against the silicone. âI need her pussy.â
âI want to fuck her so hard she feels me for days.â Sunghoon moans when he sees cum dripping from the woman in front of him. He squeezes the toyâs ass and bucks his hips. Heeseung moans too.
âAre you gonna use that thing?â
Sunghoon quirks his eyebrow. âMaybe. Why? Do you want to use it?â
âWanna watch you use it first.â
âDidnât know you were into that.â
Heeseung rolls his eyes. âMan, let me pretend itâs Y/N. I want to watch you fuck her.â Sunghoon unbuckles his belt and laughs, pulling himself out of his pants and boxers until theyâre pooled around his ankles. His cock is hard and he spits on his hand before touching himself to the video before him.
âGot any lube?â Heeseung hands him a bottle without taking his eyes off of the screen and grunts as he watches yet another creampie clip. Meanwhile, Sunghoon squirts some of the lube onto his cock and onto the folds of his toy, using one hand to pump himself and the other to rub it all over the silicone. Heeseung looks at Sunghoonâs hand when he hears the wet squelching.
âIâd stick my fingers in her like this.â Sunghoon pushes his index and middle fingers inside, coating them with the lube while pretending itâs your arousal that touches him while Heeseung keeps stroking his dick. âI wanna see her pussy open up for me.â
âFuck. Thatâs so good.â
âIâd slap her little cunt too.â Sunghoon pulls himself back and smacks the tips of his fingers against it until the sound becomes louder than the moans from the screen. âMake her all bruised and sensitive.â
âShit, yeah.â Heeseung bites his lip. âPut your cock inside. I wanna see her ride you.â
âLike this?â Sunghoon teased, positioning the toy until the folds envelop only his tip. Both hands secure around the waist as he keeps it hovering above him.
Heeseung rolls his eyes. âYou know what I mean.â Sunghoon obliges, sinking the toy right into his hardened dick. He moan and looks up at Heeseungâs ceiling as his eyes squeeze shut.
âShe feels so good,â Sunghoon moans breathlessly. âTightest pussy Iâve ever had.â
Heeseung watches his friend lift the toy up and down his cock and notes the way Sunghoonâs balls bounce too. He squeezes his cock harder. âYou think sheâd let you cream her? For real?â
âShe better.â His balls slap against the toy. âI wanna see that pussy all white and sticky. Iâd fuck it back into her if sheâd let me.â
âFuck, youâre really good at this.â
âAt what?â
Heeseung laughs. âTalking.â
Sunghoon bounces his legs until his thrusts are meeting the movement of his hands. âYou like watching me get off?â
âOnly if weâre talking about Y/N.â Heeseung rolls his eyes while Sunghoon laughs. His friend gets too inside of his own head.
âI want to watch you fuck her too, you know. Iâd kill to feel her mouth around me while youâre inside her.â Sunghoon laughs when Heeseung emits a deep, long groan. âI know youâre into that. Two big dicks abusing her holes like we do to this toy.â
Memories of the first time they jerked off together come back to Heeseung. He thinks of himself and Sunghoon in the living room when he brought out this toy for the first time and remembers the feeling of his cock rubbing against his friendâs as the toy stretched around them. It took only a little bit of convincing. Heeseung canât deny that he really loved the feeling of Sunghoonâs hardness against his own arousal. It felt otherworldly, almost. That makes his hand move up and down even faster.
âPut her on the bed and fuck her,â Heeseung says in a haste. He gestures to Sunghoon with his head and the sheer desperation in Heeseungâs voice makes Sunghoon click his tongue, but he doesnât disobey.
He watches Sunghoon pull the toy off of him and sees his cock bounces as his balls glisten from the precum too. Sunghoon turns around, still with his pants and boxers around his ankles, and pushes the toy onto the mattress with its pussy presented to him. Heeseung grunts as his friend smears his tip over the wet folds and pretends youâre looking at him with wide eyes as you grope yourself. That makes Heeseung grip his balls and squeeze them as if your hand could reach out to touch him too.
Sunghoon sinks in slowly and his deep moan is louder than the video on Heeseungâs computer. He doesnât hold back either, putting both hands on the mattress below while his hips slang to push his dick in and out of the toy. Heeseungâs mouth hangs ajar as he watches his friend fuck the toy pussy and hears the hollow sound of the silicone as it gets pounced into, wishing it was your pussy that talks back.
âI think you like watching me fuck people,â Sunghoon says with an edge to his voice. He looks and Heeseung and moans when he realizes his friendâs hand hasnât decreased in speed. âImagine if we both fucked her pussy.â
âIâm so close.â Heeseung squeezes his balls as he twists his wrist up and down his dick.
âFuuuck. Her little pussyâs gonna make me cum too.â
âI want to hear her beg for our cum.â Heeseung grunts and widens his legs further.
Sunghoon feels himself drawing closer too. âFuck, fuck. Find a video.â
âA video?â
âSomeone begging for cum!â Sunghoon exclaims, eyebrows furrowing as sweat stains his forehead. Heeseung types with one hand and does his best to open his bookmarks without clicking on anything he doesnât want to see. Heâs got enough porn stashed for a rainy day and knows the exact video he needs to get off you.
âYouâll love this.â Heeseung turns the laptop towards Sunghoon, who pulls his cock out of the toy and walks closer to his friend. âIt flows out of her.â
âCome here.â
Sunghoonâs command makes Heeseung push his cock towards his friend, who brings his own against him. Heeseung winces at the still-unfamiliar feeling of somebodyâs dick pressing against his own but welcomes the warmth when he sees Sunghoon pushing the toyâs pussy over both of their tips. He pretends itâs you theyâre fucking.
âFuck me,â Heeseung moans when Sunghoon starts to thrust against him. âHer pussyâs sensational.â
Sunghoon grunts, eyes focusing on the video beside them. âGood girls like cum stuffed inside of them.â
âGive me your fucking cum!â the girl in the video begs. âI want a creampie. Canât you see how much I want it?â
âIâll give it to you,â says Sunghoon. Heeseung, lost in his ability to think and function properly, thrusts against Sunghoon too. âOh shit, Hee. Keep going. Fuck her pussy too.â
âNeed your cum in me now! Please, please, please give it to me.â
âFuck. Iâm cumming.â Heeseung feels his balls start to tighten and clenches his jaw as Sunghoon pushes against his cock with more force.
âCum! Cum in me!â
âIâm cumming too.â One final thrust from Sunghoon makes Heeseungâs cock burst and the flow of his cum makes Sunghoon cream the toy too, both of them moaning your name as they reach their absolute peak.
They donât stop thrusting, riding out their collective high as their mixed cum slathers their warm cocks and bubbles out of the toy. Sunghoon feels their combined loads seep down to his balls the more he slaps it against the toy.
The video ends and Heeseung folds the laptop shut as he pulses against Sunghoon, who holds the toy still above them as he finishes cumming. He only pulls it away after making sure both of them have released every last drop and watches as it flows out and onto Heeseungâs softening dick.
âGets better every time,â Sunghoon whispers, bringing his fingers to rub the toyâs folds and stuff their cum back inside. âYou good?â
âI want to try double penetration with Y/N even more nowâŠIs it weird that I liked that? A lot?â
âNah.â Sunghoon tosses Heeseung a tissue box. âWhatever helps you get off.â
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#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#sunghoon smut#enha smut#enhypen x reader#sunghoon x reader#heeseung x reader#enha hard thoughts#enhypen hard thoughts#enha hard hours#enhypen hard hours#heeseung#sunghoon#hard thought
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(Reblog this version please!) Okay fuck it. I was too nervous to post this at first, but I see tons of non-Germans wanting to know what's going on right now. So here's my summary. Thanks to my buddy @keldermans and another German friend not on Tumblr for taking a glance at it to make sure I didn't get anything too horribly wrong <3 Any remaining errors are my bad!
I spent much of today writing up an outline of the current soap-opera drama going on in the German government, for my non-German-speaking friends who'd like to enjoy the tea as well.
Disclaimer: I am not technically German, but I did my best to explain this all as accurately as possible (and I did get a couple of Actual Germans to check it over for me).
For THE GERMAN DRAMA, see below...
Cast of characters:
The German government coalition (known as the âAmpelâ â traffic light â due to its colors):
Olaf Scholz, Chancellor (leader) of Germany. Party: SPD (color: red). - and the other Red party members in the coalition - this includes the Minister of Health, Karl Lauterbach
Christian Lindner, Minister of Finance of Germany. Party: FDP (color: yellow). - and the other Yellow party members in the coalition (four FDP members) - this includes the Minister of Transport, Volker Wissing - and the Minister of Justice, Marco Buschmann
Robert Habeck, Vice-Chancellor of Germany. Party: Greens (color: green) - and the other Green party members in the coalition.
Other characters: Friedrich Merz, likely to become the next Chancellor. Party: CDU (color: black).
The events I can recall so far, in roughly chronological order over the past five days:
1. The government coalition argues all day Wednesday, trying to pass laws while Lindner refuses to agree to anything. In the evening, Scholz loses his patience and fires Lindner with the legendary words, âDann, lieber Christian, möchte ich nicht mehr, dass Du meinem Kabinett angehörst. ...So. Doof.â (In that case, my dear Christian, I donât want you in my cabinet anymore. ...Well. Sucks.)
2. Scholz then calls a press conference and gives a surprisingly impressive speech in which his rage is barely concealed. He includes some sharp jabs at Lindner and sounds very personally betrayed by the breakup.
Scholz's speech includes the immediately-legendary line âZu oft hat er mein Vertrauen gebrochenâ (Too often has he broken my trust), which everyone here in Germany is now obsessively quoting.
He declares that he will ask for a vote of confidence in January, and if he fails it (as is expected), he will call for new elections in March, six months earlier than they would otherwise have taken place.
3. Lindner gives a very emotional and self-pitying speech in which he declares âIch habe gelittenâ (I have suffered) â another phrase that becomes an instant classic with those of us watching from the sidelines â and he includes some sharp jabs at Scholz.
4. Showing solidarity with their fellow party member Lindner, all the rest of the FDP members in the coalition resign from the government too⊠except for Wissing, who instead decides to quit his own political party, the FDP, in order to stay in government and keep his job. He is now a party-less politician!
5. Habeck gives an emotional statement to the press, practically in tears, coming across like a kid whose parents are divorcing and he doesnât know how to handle it. In a maudlin moment of his speech, he compares the collapse of the coalition to the end of a relationship.
6. At the end of Habeckâs statement, a reporter calls after him: âIs Lindner going to apply for BĂŒrgergeld benefits?â
(Background: There are two tiers of unemployment benefits in Germany. To explain it in a somewhat tasteless way, thereâs kind of a class distinction. If you come from a âhigher-classâ profession, you can typically start by getting ALG I, which is more money. If you are unemployed for the long term or come from a âlower-classâ working background, you get BĂŒrgergeld. The stereotype about people on BĂŒrgergeld benefits is that they spend it all on drugs and alcohol and sit on park benches getting drunk all day. Also, Lindner is known for trying to pass legislation to reduce social benefits of all kinds, including unemployment benefits.)
7. Background: After the failed assassination attempt on Trump earlier this year, a popular German comedian called El Hotzo posted a joke online saying basically âtoo bad he missedâ and promptly got fired for saying that. He kept his spirits up and joked about the job loss, saying âIch bin Deutschlands frechster Arbeitsloserâ (Iâm Germanyâs cheekiest unemployed boy).
Back to the present: At a press conference, a reporter asks Lindner: âHow are you handling the statements being made about you online right now, such as âThis is Germanyâs cheekiest unemployed boyâ?â
Lindner seems to need a long moment to figure out how to reply to this question.
8. The next day, Habeck coyly soft-launches his candidacy for Chancellor by posting a mysterious video of himself on social media in which heâs wearing a cute beaded friendship bracelet that spells out âKanzler Eraâ (Chancellor Era). This is apparently a Taylor Swift reference (?).
In this video, heâs sitting in an atmospherically-lit room, writing at a table. It appears that Lindner had posted a very similar picture of himself in the past, because he now tweets in response to Habeck: âAll Democrats welcome here, Robert! You got the setup almost right â the lamp was on the other side. ;)â (and he adds his own pic, which indeed very much resembles Habeckâs video)
9. Angela Merkel muses publicly, âMaybe God only created the FDP in order to test us all.â (ETA: She said this a while ago, not in response to the present situation. But it's still so true :'D)
10. A mainstream German news podcast sassily comments on Friday:
âWhile Olaf 'Too often has he broken my trust' Scholz is enjoying his partyâs admiration for his cowboy moment and Christian 'I have suffered' Lindner is going through his own personal St. Matthewâs Passion [âŠ]â
11. Buschmann (one of the FDP party members who resigned), who apparently moonlights as a composer of electronic music under the handle "MBSounds", drops a new self-composed track on SoundCloud about the collapse of the Ampel government. Itâs called âTo Go Is to Standâ.
The news comments dryly: âWell, at least he doesnât sing on the track.â (Buschmann's previous biggest hit was simply an angry speech of Lindnerâs, set to music.)
Lauterbach (one of the SPD party members still in office) tweets: âNo offense, but I donât think Iâll be listening to that song more than once. But still, it was good working with you, Marco.â
12. The media ask Scholz if heâs throwing his hat in the ring to run for Chancellor again. He says yes. They ask, in what ways is he different from Friedrich Merz (the dude whoâs currently expected to win)? And he replies âIch finde mich etwas cooler, wenn es um Staatsangelegenheiten gehtâ (I think Iâm somewhat cooler [than him] when it comes to matters of state).
And now the German media is making up new words like "scholzen" (which I can only presume means "as the leader of a country, to fire other government members you don't get along with"):
[Headline translation: "Who Donald Trump will 'scholz' first"]
#german politics#current events#germany#german stuff#politics#my apologies for my somewhat unprofessional image descriptions#i hope they still do their job properly (unlike a certain chrissi)#cosmo gyres#edit: i just fixed two small errors that people had pointed out in comments! thanks y'all i appreciate the help <3
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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter two
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 2.5k
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part one
âLike this?â
âNo! Like⊠move your hips over.â
âChris, this feels wrong!â
âYeah, because itâs you! Come on, just come here for the picture.â
You groan and scoot closer to Chris on the bed, slinging your leg over his hips. He was laid flat on his back and you were on your side facing him. You guys had agreed on pretending to be each othersâ significant others for a short amount of time, and right now you were trying to get all the pictures you could. This was the third photo position you guys had gotten yourselves into, each one getting more intimate than the last. Your mindset was, the more pictures you took at once, the less youâd have to spend time together.
âOkay, take your picture,â you tell him, throwing your arm over his torso and looking up at him.
Chris looks down at you, your faces inches away from each other. âGod, youâre so impatient. Donât you just wanna cuddle like this for a minute?â He smirks a little before grabbing his phone with his left hand, placing his right hand on your bare thigh, snapping the picture like that.
âOkay, good. Now, uh⊠I donât think youâre gonna like this next one,â Chris pushes your leg off of him and you sit up, peering down at him.
âFuck you,â you say harshly. âWhat now?â
He smiles and pats his lap, and your jaw drops. âNo,â you shake your head. âNo way, Iâm not getting on your lap.â
Chris groans. âI am not going to get hard at the thought of you on top of me if thatâs what youâre worried about,â he promises.
âYeah, well, you already think Iâm hot so I donât know,â you tell him, disgusted. âCanât we do something else?â
Chris reaches out and pinches the back of your arm, clearly unamused. âDude, I didnât say I personally think youâre hot, I said youâre hotter than this chick. Big difference. Besides, Iâm hot, too, and you know it, so come on, sit on daddyâs lap.â
You grimace at his word choice. âThat just made me want to do it even less,â you say, but despite your words, you scoot closer until youâre next to him, then swing your leg over him and sit on his lap, your crotch sitting directly above his dick.
âSee?â He smiles, reaching out to place a hand on your thigh again, even though the camera wasnât out yet. âThis isnât so bad, right?â
You canât help it when your throat goes dry at the feeling of his hand on your leg, and he was partially right. Matt was attractive, Nick was attractive, and unfortunately the short end of the stick with that reality was that Chris was also attractive, though youâd never say those words out loud.
You snap out of it quickly and grab your own phone to distract yourself, but Chris reaches up and grabs your phone out of your hands, putting it on the bed next to him. âGotta look interested in me, baby,â he coos.
You groan and cross your arms, body shaking slightly as you did so, making Chris suck in a quiet breath. âDonât call me baby, weâre not actually together.â
âStop wiggling, yeah?â He asks you, hand on your thigh gripping tighter than it was before.
You raise your eyebrows at him, staring down with a clear attitude present on your face. âI thought you would be fine and not get hard.â You mocked him.
Chris meets your eyes. âI said I wouldnât get hard at the thought of you but you keep moving around and I only have so much self control.â
You cringe, focusing your attention on your lower half where you no doubt start to feel the beginnings of an erection forming where your bodies met. âCan you hurry please?â
Chris picks his phone back up and opens his camera, but couldnât resist the nasty comment that sat on his tongue, begging to be spoken. âMaybe I just wanna feel you a little longer.â
Your jaw drops, face heating up uncontrollably. âChris!â
Chris rolls his eyes at your aggressive tone. âJust kidding, jeez. Here, put your hands here.â He pulls up the hoodie to make it look like heâs shirtless and then grabs your hands, placing them both on his stomach so youâre leaning over him, your cleavage peeking through the neckline of your shirt. With the angle change and your weight shifted onto your hands, part of you wanted to tease him, and you had no idea what was coming over you in the moment, probably just the fact that you hadnât been in this position in so long and you were craving the attention and validation of a man, wanting to feel someone fall apart underneath you, but you quickly remind yourself who youâre dealing with when he speaks again. âOh perfect,â he says, holding his phone up to take the picture. âThatâs definitely going in my spank bank.â
âEw, Chris!â You screech at him, smacking him on the head before standing up off the bed completely. âWeâre done for right now, youâre insanely gross.â
Chris laughs at you and pulls his hoodie down, sitting up on the bed. He moved quickly, but you caught on to the quick dip of his hand in his sweatpants, clearly waistbanding his dick, but you donât mention it and he sure as hell doesnât either. âIâm just messing with you,â he says.
âYeah well Iâm over it,â you huff, crossing your arms again.
âAlright, get out of my room then,â Chris points to the door, and you happily oblige, leaving his room and heading up the stairs, making your way to Mattâs room where you find him sitting at his desk playing games and Nick laid on the bed playing on his phone.
Matt turns his head and smiles at you. âHey, love. Howâs being Chrisâs girlfriend going?â
You groan loudly and drag your hands down your face. âFucking terrible!â You cry. âHeâs so pervy and gross and just awful to be around. I donât know how you guys deal with him all day every day.â
Nick laughs in response. âWe actually like him and he likes us.â
You shudder and grab the blankets from underneath your body, shimmying under them. âIâm taking a nap, hopefully thatâll cleanse me from the objectification Iâve endured.â
Both the boys laugh at you and go back to what theyâre doing as you get comfortable and close your eyes.
Before you dozed off you found yourself wondering what things would be like if Chris wasnât so annoying and how life would be if the two of you got along. Would you guys actually stand a chance at being in a relationship? Would either of you have feelings for each other that werenât so negative? Youâve never thought about these possibilities before, and though it scared you slightly, you brushed it aside and let yourself drift off to sleep.
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The four of you sat around the kitchen table later that night eating Italian food that Matt had gone and picked up, and the room was silent apart from the chewing noises that filled the air. You know the food is good if everyone is quiet you always say. But unfortunately, the sweet silence is interrupted by Chris clearing his throat and setting his fork down.
âSo,â he starts, looking towards you. âIâm thinking we go on a date.â
You almost choke on your food, eyes widening. âWhat?!â You yell, mouth still full of food.
âEw, swallow first. And yes, but not a real date, obviously. My idea is you can go to a fancy restaurant with Matt or something and he can take pictures of you looking all dressed up and just send them to me.â Chris suggests, and itâs not the worst idea in the world. Free dinner in a nice restaurant with your best friend? Sounds like a win win to you.
âYou shouldâve led with that, fuckface. Almost made me choke,â you tell him with furrowed eyebrows, wiping your mouth with your napkin.
âI typically do make women choke,â he replies with a smirk.
Everyone at the table groans in disgust at his dirty comment. âToo much,â Nick says loudly, waving his hands in the air.
Chris just laughs. âSo is that a yes?â
You look at Matt and he shrugs his shoulders. âIâm fine with it,â he tells you, and you nod your head in agreement.
âGreat!â Chris smiles, clapping his hands together. âIâll make reservations for you guys and let you know when it is.â
You guys both nod and go back to eating your dinner.
After everyone was done eating, you guys migrated to the couch, where you ended up sandwiched between Matt and Chris, though Chris left a decent amount of space as opposed to Matt who sat nearly hip to hip with you.
âWhat are we watching?â You ask, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and throwing it over yours and Mattâs body.
âGet a room,â Chris grumbles, looking over at you and Matt snuggled up under the blanket.
You look towards him and smile. âIf you wanna cuddle with me just say that,â you tease, kicking your feet up onto his lap.
He instantly shoves your legs off of him and scoots farther away from you. âGross, get your feet off of me. You wish I wanted to cuddle with you, slut.â
Matt and Nick both whip their head up to look at Chris, and he immediately drops his head down towards his lap, knowing he fucked up. âChris,â Matt spits. âToo fucking far, apologize or get the fuck out.â
âMatt, itâs fine,â you tell him, tucking your legs close to your body. Chris had never really gone that far, but you werenât super surprised by the words he said, though it stung a little bit.
âNo, it isnât. I get you guys have your little arguments but thatâs not okay,â Matt tells him again, voice as stern as the first time.
Chris sighs and picks his head back up, but only focuses on the tv in front of him, still not playing anything. âSorry, didnât mean to call you a slut.â He mumbles.
You just nod your head and look over at Nick and then look up at Matt. âCan we just put something on please?â
They agree and start scrolling through the streaming services, trying to find something to put on.
If you tried to think about it, you never really could pinpoint the exact moment you and Chris started acting like this, it just kind of became your guysâ normal. Youâd all known each other since high school, and you clicked with Nick and Matt instantly, and you always thought Chris would come around, but he never did and your relationship never got any better. The more you hung around, the more hostile your relationship got, and the more you adapted.
It started as teasing, a âshut upâ here, a âyouâre so annoyingâ there, but as you guys continued to see each other, it just got meaner and meaner, and youâre so used to it now that you canât imagine life without it, which is why it was so hard to imagine how he was going to act at this wedding when he had to pretend he didnât hate you.
You guys ended up just putting on a movie youâd never seen, some chick flick rom com that only you and Nick were interested in, so you werenât surprised when Matt and Chris grabbed their phones and started their endless scroll, until Chris looked up and over towards you.
âHey,â he starts quietly, and you turn your head to look at him. âCan you, uh.. can you come take a picture with me? Sheâs texting me right now and thinks Iâm lying about you. Which I guess I am, but, whatever. Just for a second?â
You think about it for a couple of moments, not really sure if cuddling up with Chris in front of his brothers is something you necessarily want to do right now, but you also donât want to ruin the deal you two had made with each other, so you lightly nod your head and remove the blanket that covered you and Matt, scooting closer to Chris.
âHow do you want to do this?â You asked him, and he just patted his leg.
âJust put your legs over mine and scoot real close, thatâll be fine. I can snap it really quick,â he says, and you oblige, scooting a bit closer than before and swinging both of your legs over one of his, draped over his thigh. You leaned your body into his, and he placed his hand on your thigh, tucked between both of your legs.
âGood?â You ask, eyes flitting up over his face. He nods and lifts his phone up to take a photo, taking a couple before looks over at you and reaches your gaze.
He takes a deep breath while staring at you, hand still resting on your thigh. âIâm sorry,â he says, voice low so his brothers couldnât hear, but it was so quiet you almost didnât hear him. âI really didnât mean to call you that, it just slipped out.â
Youâre shocked at the fact that he offered an actual apology, considering the fact that heâd never said sorry unless his brothers had told him to, so something about this felt a little bit more genuine than usual.
You offer him a tight lipped smile and nod your head. âI forgive you,â you tell him just as quietly.
He pulls his hand out from your thighs and taps your leg lightly. âGood, now go back to cozying up with my brother before I throw up.â
You laugh and do as he says, moving away from him and back towards Matt, who smiles sweetly at you, taking up the same position as you had with Chris, placing the blanket back over you both.
As you sat there and watched the movie, you couldnât help but steal a few glances towards Chris, watching as he played with his lip with his free hand while he scrolled, or how he giggled to himself every time he saw a video that he found cute. The way he peeked up at the tv every so often to see what was happening, then went back on his phone to pretend he wasnât interested in the cheesy movie.
What you were completely clueless to, though, was the way he did the same thing to you, watching as you laughed along with Nick, or how you cuddled closer into his brother, his hand rubbing your arm sweetly and habitually. He even watched the way your eyes started to flutter towards the end of the movie, clearly too tired to head home, just like most nights.
Maybe you werenât that bad or annoying, but he was so deep in it now that he felt he could never turn back, never admit that maybe one day heâd like to be close to you like you were to his brothers. He had no idea that youâd take him up on that offer in a heartbeat.
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a/n: part two!!! thanks for all the love on part one!!
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... Im 99% sure you missed the entire point of that circulating post
If its the same one i saw, it was not telling ppl to "be nice to misogynists đ„șđ„ș"
It was saying stop treating all men as in evil
It was saying if we demonise men from birth, they are more likely to take the side of those who demonise us back
That post was never about misogynistic men
It was about the harm we do to both others and our own community by demonising an an entire section of the sex (and partially gender - as transmen/adjacent are also often included despite of sex - ) binary
If a guys being a misogynist, absolutely fuck. Him. Up. However, stop talking as if all men, males, amabs, or however you wish to specify it are shitty ppl, thats what the post was telling you to do, as that infact hurts EVERYONE involved, again that includes straight men, gay men, transmen, transwomen, intersex folks, nonbinary folks, literally everyone and anyone you can think of who isnt a cis-women and could potentially have ties to masculinity in whichever way
The post said it itself, i get the damn sence you didn't even read the post, immediately saw "be nice to men" and went "EW!!!! NO!!! MEN BAD!!! ICKY!!!" and didn't go further, didn't read enough to realise this effects more than heterosexual cis-men
Anyways imma stop ranting before i lose it
Nooo mutual donât put that âmen fall down the alt-right pipeline bc women/feminists are too meanâ post on my dash nooo mutual donât try to say women need to be nicer when dealing with misogynistic men nooo mutual nooo
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