#not putting in too many things here because i don’t want people to see naked wheatley while scrolling through tags

[scrawnym4]

finally made a ref for this guy. wooooot

[wosohours]

commitment - leah williamson x reader

You always heard about “don’t date athletes” and “athletes are players," but of course when good advice comes your way, you ignore it.

It was a bit insane to think that you could start talking to the one girl who could not be bothered with being in a committed relationship. That gut feeling telling you “Don’t get too close”, “Don’t entertain her”, or “Don’t fall in too deep” but you once again ignored it.

Honestly, you could not help it. It was like a craving to be around Leah all the time. It almost felt like an obsession of wondering, “What is she doing?”, “Where is she?”, “Is she thinking about me?”

Constantly checking your phone to see if she messaged you. Looking at her social media every hour on the hour. You were in deep and you knew it would eventually lead to hurting yourself. Yet, being someone with the typical heart-eye delusions, the thoughts in the back of your mind kept saying, “She will change for you.”

Trying to distance yourself never worked because every time you were at a safe enough distance she kept pulling you right back in. Leah knew that she had some type of hold on you and constantly used that to her advantage.

Just last week she was barely texting and calling you back. You understood that she was not obligated to do so since you two were not officially together, but you were most definitely a little…maybe even a lot more than “just friends.” The dates, the romantic gestures, and the PDA all confirmed that but you could never understand her constant pushing and pulling.

Leah knows exactly how to make it up to you though. She texted three days ago saying how sorry she was not keeping in contact, how she misses you like crazy and how she planned a whole day for just the two of you. You were strong this time, wanting her to feel how she makes you feel by not texting back and declining her calls those three days. Yet one slip of weakness and here you are right back in her bed.

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“I missed you so much you have no ideas.” Leah tells you as she feathers kisses all over your face as you both lay in bed naked.

“Oh really? I would not have guessed.” you said as you sat up from her chest and moved away from her a little. She froze looking at you with that cute frown that is usually stuck on her face and said, “Baby I told you I am truly sorry, I really mean it. I have just been a bit busier since the launch of my third book. You know this.”

Leah wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back down closer to her. “I am here now though, aren’t I?” You hesitantly relax into her and say, “I know but a simple text or any sort of reply would have been nice. I just missed you.” You can feel Leah smiling against your hairline after she lays a soft kiss there. “I missed you too babe.”

After a moment of you two just enjoying each other's company she says quietly, “How about we get up, you come shower with me, and then we can go out and get some breakfast?”

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Once again the cycle repeats itself with Leah distancing herself. No longer answering calls or texts. Although it hurt, you thought it would be best to leave things the way they were to protect your peace, even pushing yourself to be petty enough to block her number. It was almost like you were putting her up to the test to see how far she would go to get your attention.

Although she did swipe up on one of your Instagram stories of you in a tight shirt with no bra saying, “I’ve seen it, now delete it,” but you ignored that as well.

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Since being friends with Leah for many years you have grown closer with some of the Arsenal girls and with them loving your company, a couple of them have asked you to join them in celebrating the end of their USA tour at a local pub. People are either mingling by the bar, doing karaoke, or sitting around the reserved private table in the back.

Currently, you are at the bar getting a drink and you can feel Leah’s eyes burning into the back of your skull.

“What’s going on with you two? You have been more grumpy than usual,” Katie teases Leah as she sits in the empty seat next to her. “She's ignoring me,” Leah sighs, still looking at you.

“What have you done this time?” Alessia asks from across the table. “I’ve been kind of avoiding her again. I don’t mean to but I don’t know what I’m doing.” Leah replies.

“Have you tried talking to her about how you feel? Do you actually want to have a serious relationship with her?” Katie asks.

“No, I haven't talked to her. Every time I try to talk about us my mouth goes dry and all of a sudden I can’t think, and of course, I want something serious with her I’m just nervous,” Leah shakes her head and looks down at her fidgeting fingers.

Lia, who has been listening to the conversation from her seat next to Alessia, speaks up, “Well you might need to tell her soon because the bartender is flirting with her heavily.”

This causes Leah’s head to shoot up in your direction and sees the bartender smiling at you and reaching her hand over to rest on your forearm. “Yeah, not happening.” Leah quickly stands up from her seat and pushes past people to make her way over to you.

When she gets to you she gently wraps an arm around your waist not to startle you and pulls you back into her chest. She gives her glare that she usually saves for the pitch to the bartender, making her quickly release your arm and turn her attention to another customer waiting at the other end of the bar.

Leah smiles when you relax into her and she whispers in your ear, “You’ve been avoiding me.” You slowly turn around until you are face to face with her and say. “Hurts doesn’t it?”

“I deserve that. Why don’t we go have a chat and I will explain myself?” Leah says, moving her hand to grab yours. “Really? You want to talk now and here?” you scoff.

Leah just nods and gently pulls your hand so that you follow her out to the back patio of the pub. She sits on a bench that is a little bit away from the loud building and pulls your hand down to sit next to her.

“You know you shouldn’t just flirt with anyone, she could've just been charming you into being her next one nightstand,” she says.

“Hmm, pot meets kettle huh? You would know,” you scoff pulling your hand away from hers.

“No, I wouldn’t, because we are more than that,” she firmly replies.

“It sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“I know,” she sighs, focusing on her shoes, “but I can explain.”

You look at her and slightly nod your head giving her the indication to keep talking.

“I love everything about us. I love how we are with each other. How easy it is to be around you and the connection that we have. I’m just scared of the reality of us being together because it seems too good to be true,” she confesses. “Don’t get me wrong I do want to be with you and I am serious about you but there is this nagging feeling in my head that I am going to screw it all up.”

You grab her hands gently and say, “That’s completely understandable Leah, I wish you would have communicated with me about how you felt earlier. However, you can’t make future assumptions about something you or we haven’t even tried yet. Neither of us has any idea of what could happen but it doesn’t mean push away and hide from it.”

You continue, “You are looking too far into the future when you should be focusing on right now. That self-sabotaging brain of yours is going to stall you for great things one day.” you giggle pushing her head away making her laugh too.

After the giggles die down she says, “You are completely right. If you allow me to give this…us another try I am willing to put my all into it. I just ask that you give me that reassurance.”

“I can give you that, but you have to promise to communicate with me.” you nod raising your hand to move a piece of hair out of her face.

“I promise to communicate my feelings to you,” she replies leaning into your hand.

You smile and stand up from the bench pulling her up with you to give her a hug resting your head against hers. Leah pulls back a bit to give you a few quick pecks on the lips causing you to giggle and move away.

“My girl,” she whispers, pulling you back against her and laying one last kiss on the side of your head.

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Since that day Leah has kept her promise of communicating more and you have kept yours by reassuring her when she needed it. She even asked you to officially be with her a couple weeks later and it had felt as though something shifted in the air.

She was constantly texting, calling, and wanting to be attached to your hip. When you too were with each other in person she would constantly cling to you but you were okay with it since that is what you were wanting from the beginning.

[sanemislittledemon]

Ngl I've been seeing a lot of things for small hipped people. And I was wondering, could you make a Gyomei x gn reader who's self conscious about having big hips? (And mayhaps have thick thighs while your at it hehe)

You don't have to write this, but I think your writing is awsome! And I really hope you have a good day/night!

I would love to write this! I have big hips too so this is right up my alley! I hope you like it!

Gyomei X chubby!reader

You and Gyomei are staying in the sword smith village. when he finds you in the hot springs the secret you’ve been trying to keep comes out. 

Walking into the sword smith village was hell, everyone that we pasted in the long walk into the village was staring at us or just at me. Why would they have those expressions looking at the strongest hashira? Expressions of disapproval. The man that could squash them like a bug, no they were looking at me, they always were. The only ones that accepted me are the hashira even though I’m not one and for that I’ll always be grateful. 

they can see it the way my wide lower body fills out even my loose clothing. I clench my arms around Gyomeis massive one while we make our way to the village chiefs home.

“would you like me to carry you?” he asked

I look up at him confused before I realize I was pressing my entire body against him practically hanging onto his arm. I quickly pulled away from him, causing him to laugh “it’s alright, come here” he said before wrapping his arm around me and lifting me up “ Gyomei! “ I yelped clinging onto his uniform collar. The stone hashiras grip on me was tight but not enough to hurt.

Gyomei walked along the streets until we finally reached the chiefs house. He gently dropped me on the ground before leaning down to me “I’ll take care of this. we’ve had a long day, why don’t you go to the hot springs?” Gyomei said as he opened the door and was gone before I had the chance to reply.

“this way i shall escort you to the hot springs” he guide said before hurriedly moving me to the very edge of the village. We came to a steep incline of stone steps, the smell of the hot springs were pleasant but strong enough that it could be smelled from all the way down here.

“the hot springs are just up these stairs”

“thank you” I said with a bow before starting the slow walk up the stairs. they were so many, I’m out of breath I complain on the way up. It took some time put I finally reached the top “beautiful” I say out loud. The water of the hot springs were beautifully shrouded in a blanket of mist and the sun was shining through the trees making everything look golden. I looked towards the ground there was towels and bathing essentials already laid out for visitors.

Looking around to make sure no one else is around I let out a sigh as I start to undress myself down to nothing, I’m glad Gyomei stayed behind to greet the village chief. I know that Gyomei is blind but I still get embarrassed by my naked form. Obviously he knows about my hips and thighs but one thing I refuse to let him know is that it has fueled my insecurities. I have always hated them but I can pretend because I don’t want to seem weak around him.

I try to push those thoughts out of my mind as I slowly sink down in the warm water, sighing when the water hits my cooler skin. I sank down into the water and put my head back on a stone “this is nice”

Sitting in the hot springs for a while I could already feel my skin getting softer and my muscles relaxing, I almost drifted off the sleep when I heard “I’m glad you’re liking the hot springs” my head shot up and my hand moved to cover myself “Gyomei?” damnit I didn’t think he would be here so soon! “one moment, my love” he replied as he started removing his clothes. I quickly looked away as a blush rose on my cheeks, I slowly started to make my way to the other side of the hot springs before I was stopped.

“where are you going?” Gyomei asked as he was sinking into the water, damn him and his hashira senses. 

“j-just making room for you Gyomei!” I was trying my best to act cheerful but my heart was pounding. He laughed “it’s okay if you’re beside me, you are my partner after all” Gyomei then held out his hand for me to take, I reluctantly gave in taking his hand and letting him guide me to sit beside him.

“that’s better”

I was on the verge of tears being this close to him without anything to cover myself with, I started fidgeting desperately wanting to leave “what’s wrong?” he man asked

“nothing” I deflected

“if something is wrong, please tell me”

When those words left his mouth it felt like a dam burst, I started sobbing and it left the poor stone hashira very confused. “I’m sorry, was it something I said?” he asked as he wrapped his muscled arms around me pulling me to him.

“i don’t…my body…” I tried to explain between sobs, that made the man hold me tighter, he held me to his chest and let me cry it out. Gyomei put his hand under my knees and picked me up to put me on his lap.

He ran his hands through my hair to calm me down like he knows how and it worked. I slowly started to come out of it, I pushed myself back from him so I could look up at his face.

The man wore a saddened expression “I know you’re struggling, my love” he starts while running his hand down my sides “I know what you’re thinking but you don’t have to worry” he says as he’s leaning forward to kiss the top of my head “i love you” he whispers

“Gyomei I-“

“hush I don’t want to hear that anymore”

He pulls me tight against him “I know your feelings about yourself” he sighs while hot tears travel down his face making guilt pool in my stomach “you are the most amazing person in the world to me and I feel blessed to have you by my side” he expresses 

“I-I’m sorry Gyomei”

“I’m also sorry that I didn’t make those thoughts clear enough”

I throw my arms around his neck as I pull him in for a kiss “I love you”

He smiles into the kiss before kissing me deeply in return, our lips folded together so perfectly it’s like heaven but as soon as I was giving myself over to the feeling he pulled back “we will work through these thoughts together” he says

I smile and nod against him “sorry for the trouble Gyomei”

“you are no trouble for me, my love”

[transparent-peach]

Hey loves! Hope you’re all having a great morning/day/night. Okay so here we go again. I can't put down my phone when it comes to writing so let's go. Yeah i kinda went deep into writing and i am glad i did. Hope you’re all feeling the same! Today i bring you another one with our man James.

warnings: smut, bit of ch0king, curse words, alcohol, tobacco products

James McAvoy x Reader <3

it is a bit long, hope you don’t mind it!

(more than 3k words)

Drunk In Love

Luckily you were invited for the after party of the premiere of Split, since you worked with the crew. You are a set designer. You were a bit nervous to be in the same exact room with the whole crew of move Split. It was sweet to remember all the actors from the set of the movie, and how much they were so different. Especially James. He seemed to be very enthusiastic about his job. You looked up to him because of this.

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I was anxiously fidgeting with my empty hand since the other was full of with a glass of expensive champagne. I was wearing a nice black dress with red bottomed high heels. My necklace sparkled in the yellowish light as i walked past the actors. I sat down to the table that had my name tag on it.

"How are you my beautiful Y/N?"

My smile grew bigger as i looked at Elizabeth, my coworker. She was my favourite woman in the whole set. Eliza was in her fifties but if i didn't know, i wouldn't tell.

"Kinda nervous. You know i get nervous when i smell too much millionaires."

I joked around as i took a sip from the champagne.

"It is okay, darling. May you join me for another one?"

She raised her glass up a bit so i could see it. It was empty. I nodded.

We went for drinks and I knew that if someone recognise her we must have to stop and have a chat. It happened that way. She was a very talented designer so she gained some fame along the way.

"Enjoying the gathering?"

A man came up to her and stroked her arm.

"Yes James, thank you. You were amazing in the movie dear. I knew yellow was your colour. Especially when you were half naked. Not so unfortunately that happened many times. We liked it, didn’t we, Y/N?" She let put a small laugh as she was toying around with me, poking the side of my torso. I smiled, tried to hold back my laughter, looking down to my shoes. "Are you enjoying this shitshow?"

She winked. She was a very charming woman and she had huge confidence in her hands. One more thing about her. Her husband was the director.

"Yeah, kinda enjoy it, yes. And you, Ms.?"

He was basically asking for my name as he turned to me.

"Yes Mr. McAvoy."

I held out my hand.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, i think we have met before..." He held it, instead of shaking it he gave a short kiss to my hand.

"Okay kids, i will go enjoy my drink from a nice distance. Get to know each other."

And i haven't mentioned... She read people like books.

"Yes, we met before. I was the woman who rushed back and forth with the props. I think i helped Elizabeth with your clothes when you played… Hedwig i guess."

"Yes! I remember now. Sorry, there was so many things happening on the set."

He scratched his head and smiled a bit awkwardly because of the fact he forgot me.

"It's okay, Mr. McAvoy. I'm not that recognisable and memorable human being."I smiled at him as he shook his head.

"No it's nothing like that. You are an amazing artist, love. You know... Fuck it let's have a drink. It would be a pleasure if you join me for a cigarette too."He looked at me with questioning what i want.

"A scotch please." I searched for the pack of cigarettes in my purse. As i came to realisation i don't have it in there i just took the glass of bourbon.

"Am i not scotch enough for the lady?" He joked around as he opened the back door for me.

"Trust me, you are scotch enough." I laughed softly at his comment. He gave me a cigarette, and he took one out for himself too.

"I'm not a big smoker, i just do it occasionally." He started to explain it to me like i was a parent of his.

"Okay, Mr. McAvoy, i deeply understand you at this point, thank you." I joked around with him until he lightened my cig.

"Call me James, sweetheart. I like it when women are saying my name like that, but i guess it is just a weird kink of mine." He looked me in the eyes and we remained serious for a couple of seconds before he burst out laughing at the same time as i did. After the fifth glass of whiskey i was having a really great time. I let myself go with his flow, i took all of his dirty jokes very well. When i shot back with an even dirtier one, i enjoyed watching his eyes grow wider. It was always the mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. I thought he was as unpleasant as the other millionaires i have ever met but it was a a pleasant surprise that James had more up his sleeves than other people. It was like two totally freak laughing their ass of in the first step in a concrete stair. He was charming, he made me blush a lot. But i never let him know that i enjoy him doing that. It was my body that told him. And his body told me some things too.

"Well, James. I must say i had a great time with you, but i guess it's time for me to go." He gave a small, bitter laugh before he refuted me. He was admiring me. His eyes was scanning the whole body of mine. I stood up, his eyes were following my silhouette and he copied my activity.

"Where do you want to go love?" He placed two fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His fascinating ice cold blue eyes.

"Well, i don't see a ring on your finger." I said with a smile, completely ignoring his question.

"No ring. Yet." He took a step closer, closing the gap between us, and placing his hands on my sides, gently pressing me against the cold wall of the building behind me. He leaned in, his breath brushing against the shell of my ear, whispering.

"If you want to enjoy my company for the rest of the night, i had to make sure." I looked into his dreamy eyes as it darkened under the weak lighting. He was breathtaking in that suit. He let his hands rest on my hips as he let out a small chuckle at my statement. His fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt.

"And now, that you know that I am very much single..." His gaze grew more intense as it traveled down my body to the hem of my skirt, his eyes lingering there for a moment before looking back up.

He gave me a passionate kiss, as i leaned closer to his body.

"Yeah, James. You may take me home."

His arms tightened around my body and a sly smile played upon his lips as our kiss deepened. In that moment, James could scarcely believe his luck meeting such a beautiful, captivating woman, who was all too willing to leave the boring party with him. He pulled back slightly and met my gaze, his voice dropping to a lower register.

"Let's go, darling."

I totally forgot about how drunk we were, but he had a private driver anyway. We quickly and inconspicuously got into his black Mercedes and he told the driver to take us home. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. The whole ride was overheated with sexual tension between James and me.

We arrived at his place, actually, that was more like a palace. He opened the door for me, and turned the lights on before he suddenly got on my lips.

He couldn't get enough of me. His hands roamed over my body as if they had a mind of their own, desperate to feel every inch of my soft skin. He leaned in close, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, whispering breathless words against my skin.

"You're addicting as fuck."

At this point i couldn't decide if he was speaking from his mind, his heart or his erection. Or this was all about the big amount of alcohol in his system. "You can't complain either."

"If i remember correctly... I never did."

'What a sassy bastard. I think i like him.'

He lead me to the bedroom of his, unzipping my dress while he was stealing kisses from me. His eyes darkened with desire. It didn't take long to reach a bedroom, his mouth never leaving me for a moment. He took my dress of, as his eyes filled with lust and admiration. I began to unbutton his shirt, and the moment i took it off of him, i nearly gasped in ecstasy. He pushed me gently onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as his hands began to explore the curves underneath him. His fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter tickling my stomach. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I felt his hardness pressing against me, I couldn't help but pulled him closer.He's got a wicked grin on his face, eyes locked onto mine. His fingers brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Ah, you're gettin' bold, lady." he whispers in that smooth Scottish accent of his.

He leans in close, lips inches from mine.

"I want you."

I whispered to his lips, as i caressed his naked upper body. He took off his pants and tossed it to somewhere in the room. He leaned closer for a kiss and i pulled over a bit. I was teasing him so hard, he almost lost his mind. He chuckles, a low, husky sound, and his eyes flash with desire.

"Oh, you're a wicked one, aren't you?"

He leans in closer still, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers.

"I've got just the thing for a ladies like you."

His hand slides down to cup my sex through my clothes, his fingers tracing the outline of me through the fabric.

"God damn, James."

I let out a small moan. He went lower than i expected, slowly pulled down my red panties. I slide fingers through his hair as he left kisses on my stomach. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity, as he continues to leave a trail of kisses down my stomach.

"Ah, you are so bloody beautiful," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His fingers slide further down, parting my folds and finding the source of my pleasure. I feel his tongue playing with my clit. He found just the right spots in and out for me to almost lose my mind. I was moaning in pleasure as the scottish went down on me. He looked me into the eyes and i saw a little egotistical smile on his face. I felt everything at once, and it was magical. He's got a wicked glint in his eye, and he's clearly loving every second of this.

"Ah, you're so responsive, Y/N" he whispers, his voice muffled by my flesh. He continues to lick and suck me with renewed intensity, sending me spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. He suddenly got up and i almost lost my shit. I looked up to him in absolute disbelief. He let out a charming chuckle as he got back to kissing my lips. I felt his hardened cock against my womanly part, made me blush.

"Look at you."

I wiped off my remains from his beard and pulled him back to my lips. He lifted up his head as he pressed two of his fingers inside of my mouth. I was soaking wet already, but when he ran his fingers covered my own saliva along my pussy, i moaned for him. He was doing something right and i felt my heart racing. He grins down at me, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me.

"You are so fuckin' hot when you moan for me like that." he growls. He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.

"Tell me how badly you want it" he demands, his voice low and commanding.

"So bad. I want it so bad James."

I licked my lips and ran my fingers through his beautiful brownish hair. He sent shivers down my spine as he slipped his cock inside. I felt every inch pounding inside of me. We both moaned as he buried his head into the meeting of my shoulders and my neck. I couldn't take my eyes off of his veiny arms which had attractively tense muscles. He's got his eyes closed, lost in the moment, as he starts to pump into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ah, you are so tight" he whispers against my skin. His hips flex and release, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Look at me." he growls, his voice low and husky. He opens his eyes and meets mine, our gazes locked in a fierce connection. He keeps pounding me. The rough kisses and the excellent work of his waist pushed me to my edges. I deepened my red nails into the skin of his back, making him moan. My legs started shaking and my back arched for him, just for him to make faster moves and bite my shoulder. I was looking at him with playfulness in my eyes, as i took a deep breath. After catching my breath from the lack of oxygen, i turned the situation around. I was straddling him and looked deeply into his eyes. He was sweating, his lips were wet and a bit apart from each other. He was catching his breath too. But i couldn't let him as i sit comfortably onto his cock. He's got a look of pure lust on his face, and he's clearly struggling to keep himself in check as I start to move on top of him.

"Fuck." he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He looks up at me with those intense eyes of his, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You are so fuckin' hot like this." he growls. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as I continue to ride him, slowly building towards our shared climax.

"Yes, James!"

I let out a loud scream as i looked up to the ceiling. His hand was on my throat, grabbing it just right.

"Or should i call you Mr. McAvoy now? "

I slowed down and lead closer to him. Our lips were inches away. I loved teasing him. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending vibrations through my core.

"I think you can call me whatever you like," he purrs. His hand slides from my throat to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "You are in control here, sweetheart " he whispers. But even as he says this, his hips are starting to buck up into me again, a telltale sign of how close we both are. I leaned toward him to invite him to a playful, passionate kiss. I started to ride him faster and i placed my hands on his chest. I almost cried out loud when he hit my most precious spot inside of me. I felt his hand tightened around my neck, made me feel hornier than ever.

"Oh god, James! Oh god..." I shut my eyes in pleasure, moving my hips a little slowly. He's got a triumphant grin on his face, and he's clearly loving the fact that he's got me right where he wants me.

"Ah, you are so close." he whispers against my ear. His hand tightens around my neck just a little more, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he starts to come. "Open yer eyes," he growls. I do as I'm told, meeting his gaze with mine as we both reach our climax together. He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through his chest. I got back to bed. Lying next to him was a dream. I placed my head on his chest and felt my heart pounding like crazy. He caressed my head as i drew little circles on his abs with the tip of my fingers. I felt his heart too. It was beating fast, but then again so calming. Feeling the temperature of his body, his breath was getting back to normal.

"I guess i haven't really had the opportunity to say i like your accent." I said with a calm tone. I still couldn't raise my head up.

"Ah, you're a wee bit of a charmer, aren't you? You could've just say it while i was inside of you." He laughed at his own joke, made me chuckle. His hand continues to caress my head, and I can feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my scalp.

"I'm glad you like my accent," he says, his voice warm and husky. He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I've always thought it was one of my best features."

"Yeah. It is one of the best feature of yours. There's another one that i cannot say now."

I playfully let out a small chuckle and finally looked up to him. I couldn't help but started to think about this time we spent together. It wasn't that long but i enjoyed every second with him. He made me feel comfortable and happy. It made me kinda unpleasant to think it was just another one night stand. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Ah, I think you're getting a wee bit too comfortable with me, love." he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand slides up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.

"But don't worry about it being just another one-night stand," he whispers. His gaze is intense and serious for a moment before softening into a warm smile.

"I've got plans for you."

"Is that a problem? Me being comfortable with you?" I playfully raised an eyebrow. "I guess we were more than a bit comfortable with each other."

He chuckles, a low and husky sound. "Aye, we were more than comfortable with each other" he agrees. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. "Problem? No, not at all," he says. His hand slides down to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I rather like it."

"I like you. " I gently put a kiss on his lips, and take a deep breath.  "Crazy scottish."

He laughs, a warm and happy sound.

"Ah, you're a wee bit crazy yourself" he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His lips curve into a smile as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

"I like you too" he whispers against my ear.

[bluejutdae]

Under the surface | Kim Seungmin x you

notes: this is for @chvnmax, cause she deserves a sleeper build Seungmo. Wanna know something fun? I spent 20 minutes on google trying to discover if Seungmin can raise only one eyebrows because ✨credibility✨

Warnings: suggestive.

You left work late and you’re tired, dreaming of a hot bath and the soft comforter on your bed. You have promised Chanbin, though, and there can be multiple things said about you, but you have always kept your promises. So you do what you have to. You send a message to Changbin, informing him you’ll be at the gym in 15 minutes tops, and you send a message to Seungmin, asking how his day was. You only talked to him for 5 minutes in the morning, and that’s not enough Seungmin time for you.

The thing is: you’re crazy about him. He’s your boyfriend, so it’s not weird, but it’s still all so new. So you would love to go directly to his dorm, but you still keep walking towards the gym.

This gym isn’t half bad, it’s clean and bright, there’s never too many people and, when Changbin is not here, the gym instructors are always kind and professional. Today the gym is not too crowded, as usual, and after getting changed into workout clothes you can easily spot Changbin in the room. He’s not alone and it wouldn’t surprise you too much. The surprise lays on the identity of his companion.

Because the fact is that near Changbin, squatting an amount of weight you can’t even start to imagine, is Seungmin.

Seungmin in a tight gray shirt, sweaty and clinging to his back and arms, and black joggers.

He’s mid squat, hands around the barbell, his biceps are bulging and shoulders are bigger than you ever noticed. Despite being together and being attracted to one another, you have never seen each other naked. Seungmin insisted on going slow, to do things properly because when it’s right, you gotta do it right. His words, but you liked the idea of dating and courting, so you had a couple of make out sessions, clothes always on and hands not roaming too much.

Seungmin’s breathy laugh travels to you and a moment later he’s raking his weighted barbell. You might die for a moment: his biceps are to die for and you hyper focus on a drop of sweat descending on his neck.

When the fuck did you boyfriend become a muscular man? You clearly appreciate his lean figure, you like to put your hands on his forearms and caress him, making him shudder and squirm under your ministrations, but this is such a surprise you don’t know what to do. Can you just go there and steal him, apologize to Changbin for abandoning him and take Seungmin with you, hide somewhere and never let him be seen by people? He’s too hot to be left in the wild.

You must have said something or made a noise, because while you’re there ogling your boyfriend, two sets of eyes rest on you.

“Hey, you made it!” Changbin boisterous voice welcomes you, and you smile taking a few steps towards them and in lieu of a greeting, your mind comes up with: “what the fuck Seungmin”.

He wasn’t expecting this, so he bends his head on the side and raises an eyebrow in an inquisitive expression. “Hello to you too, my darling. What a pleasant surprise.”

It’s not a normal behavior and you know it, but you’re transfixed on his arms and your mind provides you with fantasies about his legs and abs and his back and whatever else he might be hiding under his clothes. Almost as an out of body experience, you see your hand reaching to his arms and squeeze.

“Puppy?”

Changbin emits a dry cough, and it seems like it’s moking you, “I forgot something important so I really have to go. I’m sorry guys, we’ll work out together another time, uh?”

Your hands are still groping Seungmin’s arms, but you’re conscious enough to answer him. “Be careful on the way home.”

“I’ll see you later, hyung”, your boyfriend's voice is laced with humor. “Are you done?”

“No.”

“You’re being ridiculous. If you want to grope muscles, you should have took the opportunity while Changbin hyung was still here…”

“I don’t want to grope him!”

“But you want to grope me?”

“Of course.”

His laugh is so pretty it almost distracts you. You still manage to turn your eyes towards his face and smile at him. “Puppy, since when are you muscular?”

“No, no. Let’s not ignore when you said you want to grope me.”

“We’ll circle back to that later.” You finally detach your hands from his arms and poke at his tummy. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

He scoffs. “I hid nothing.”

“Are you sure? Doesn’t that mean you’re gonna let me see everything?” You know you said you were gonna go slow, but thinking about Seungmin sweaty and his arms bulging made you incredibly horny and a little wet.

“Puppy” he warns, looking around at the gym. It’s true that there’s almost no one, but a couple of trainers and at least three customers are present. You shrug with a wink. But Seungmin hasn’t finished with the surprises tonight, and in a flash he bends at the knees and puts you on his shoulder, your face now staring at his back and your ass in the air. Your response is a loud yelp and a threat.

“Put me down. Put me down or I’m gonna kill you.” Truth is: you didn’t expect Seungmin to be able to lift you like this and if you were only a little wet before, you are scared you’re gonna embarrass yourself if he keeps doing stuff like this. He puts you down only when he reaches the man’s locker rooms.

“Wait here for me, uh? I’m gonna walk you home tonight.” He looks around and, having assessed you’re alone, he kisses you hungrily, nipping at your lips and panting in your mouth.

Later, you’ll ask him to come up to your apartment, you’ll kiss wildly as soon as the door closes behind your backs and, for the first time, you’ll undress him. His shirt will lay on the back of the couch, joggers on the corridor floor. In return, he will get to have you naked too. Clothes scattered on the floor and on some pieces of furniture, it won’t matter tho. What matters is that you’ll make it to the bedroom and, most important, to your bed. He’ll show you how his biceps bulge when he’s over you, torso raised but hips fucking his cock inside you, making you bite your lips to stop the loud noises he’ll try to coax out of you. Later, you’ll worship his body, asking him to flex this or that muscle to lick it or gently nip at it. He’ll tell you about his gym adventures with Chan and Changbin, sometimes Minho, and he’ll promise you can go with them if you don’t act feral and try to get him naked.

Later, but for now you run to grab your bag from the lockers and come back to wait for him. Who would have thought your boyfriend had a sleeper build?

[thelargefrye]

HOW ATEEZ FUCKS YOU (18+)

pairing : poly ateez x f!reader

genre : smut + headcannons + idol au

warnings : unprotected sex + dom/sub dynamics + mxm + i put warnings before each member so you can skip them if you want because there’s a lot going on with each member

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT **

HONGJOONG

warnings : semi-public sex + mentions of safe word + praise kink + filming and photographing

studio sex.

he's fucked all of you at least once in his studio

loves holding you close as he fucks you

EYE CONTACT!!

loves watching how your face contorts into pleasure

you love when he praises you to no end

can't take degradation from him, he once tried to degrade you and you cried before using your safe word

that was first time you have ever used your safe word and hongjoong felt his whole world shatter

treats you so gentle, sometimes a little too gentle for your liking

sometimes you just want him to take his frustrations out on you and most of the time he'll willingly comply

loves taking pictures of you

has a polaroid camera he uses just to take pictures of you during sex

has definitely made sex songs to fuck you too

and also recorded your moans to use in songs that only the nine of you will ever hear

SEONGHWA

warnings : sending nudes + humiliation kink + spit kink + oral (f receiving) + mxm

you are constantly teasing him and being an absolute menace

you love sending pictures and videos to him in order to tease him

he WILL humiliate you in front of the others if you push him to far

he once made you sit naked on your knees in the living room for hours while him and the others fucked your mouth

pretty sure you both have some kind of spit kink

he likes spitting in your mouth but you LOVE when he does it

seonghwa gives the best aftercare, will baby you as he cleans you up

will give you aftercare even if he wasn't your partner, if you ask him to take care of you he will

loves kissing

also loves when you're vocal as fuck and tells him how good he's making you feel

has used you in order to tempt hongjoong home once

sent videos the leader of him playing with your pussy and you begging him to come home

it worked

loves fucking hongjoong while he eats you out

YUNHO

warnings : size kink + strength kink + overstimulation + edging + squirting

a lot more dominant than what people would expect

has a type of power over everyone

you would rather go to hongjoong's room than face a punishment from yunho

size kink!!

he has a strength kink and really likes showing off how strong he is to everyone

please do not make him jealous, you WILL regret it

you once made him jealous while at a music show, and once you got home he edged you for hours

then finally overstimulated you for hours

you learned that day that yunho’s horny and jealous levels are almost the same

the two of you like going at it rough most of the time, but yunho has a sixth sense and can tell when you just need to be loved rather than fucked

“shh don’t say anything pretty, i’ll take care of you tonight”

really likes tag teaming you with seonghwa

has a competition with seonghwa to see who can get you to squirt the most

YEOSANG

warnings : pussy-whipped yeosang + face-sitting + somno + public sex + thigh riding

poor guy is pussy WHIPPED

loves playing with your pussy

please sit on his face, he will beg if he needs to

somno - you both love waking each other up this way

has definitely fucked you at "the show" in either an empty dressing room or the bathroom

totally didn't drag you off after witnessing one too many idols flirting with you

very vanilla between you too but neither of you mind

the two of you often end up laughing/giggling with one another

you have spiced it up here and there especially with funky positions

you kind of have a thing for his biceps and him manhandling you whatever position he wants

you love riding his thigh especially when he flexes it

it makes him feel prideful when he can get you off with just his thigh

SAN

warnings : body worship + edging + mutual masturbation + cum play + creampies + filming on a cam site + mentions of role playing and sex toys

san loves to body worship

whether it's you or wooyoung or even yunho, he loves to let his partner know how beautiful he thinks they are

kisses all over from your face to your ankles

he can either be slow and sensual or an absolute menace

he once edged you for two hours straight for no reason

MUTUAL MASTURBATION

like… he loves jacking off over top of you while you touch yourself

watching you struggle to pleasure yourself because he does way better

teasing you “awe baby what’s wrong, can you not satisfy yourself like i can” AND HE WOULD SAY IT WITH A POUT TOO

likes cumming all over your body just as much as he likes kissing all over you body

creampies are a thing, loves shoving his cum back into you after watching it slowly leak out

you, him, and wooyoung secretly started a cam account

a lot of roleplaying and toys used

your most popular video is titled “BEST FRIEND AND GF F**K WHILE BF SLEEPS NEXT TO THEM”

loves tag teaming you with wooyoung or yeosang or even both

the four of you just have such good dynamics that each time is different from the previous one

MINGI

warnings : lazy sex + pillow princess + cockwarming + voyeurism + pegging + lingerie and cosplaying

loves lazy sex

mingi is a real pillow princess when he wants to be

loves cockwarming and falling asleep or while watching a movie

sorry mingi is a boobs man, he loves your boobs and has some oral fixation with them

he also really likes watching you and yunho

something about watching his two best friends have sex just turns him on

please fuck him with a strap-on

he really enjoys it especially when yunho is there to control your thrust telling you when to speed up, down, or even stop

really likes when you dress up for him

whether it’s lingerie or some sexy cosplay, he doesn’t care

WOOYOUNG

warnings : brat switch wooyoung + lingerie + mentions of strip teases + hate sex

he's both a bratty dom and a bratty sub

just a brat

loves to tease you no matter what

he's really good at telling when you're stressed about life and will always offer to help

depending on how you feel that goes one of two ways

either he has you lay there and he does all the work, he's very passionate in those moments while still managing to tease you a little

or he lays there and lets you use him however you want

both are very enjoyable for him

loves buying you lingerie and having you do fashion shows turned strip teases for him

the others were kind of surprised all your lingerie comes from him only because they wouldn’t expect him to be into that

when you guys argue or get upset at each other, it always ends with hate sex

just you two fighting over dominance and getting your anger out

JONGHO

warnings : strength kink + manhandling + marking + muscle kink (?) + double v penetration

strength kink

you really love it when he manhandles you into any position he wants

but he will also let you do the same with him

he doesn't want to admit it but he really likes it when you control him and tell him what to do

a lot more experimental than people think and is willing to try something if you or the others are

loves when you mark him

especially when you run your nails down his back or litter his skin with hickeys

will take videos of him working out and send them to you because he KNOWS how turned on you get when any of them workout

loves taking you with yeosang

like double v penetration, you three spent what felt like months preparing you for both their cocks

[existslikepristin]

Well, it's a bit later still than I had hoped, but you know what? I'm not unhappy with the result. Enjoy

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, a late Kinktober fic, Dreamcatcher, Twice, Gahyeon, Jihyo, Mina, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Nayeon, Tzuyu, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, yes all of them dammit, that's a tensome right there, not simultaneously per se but close enough whatever, okay there are a lot of kinks in here ranging from tame role play all the way up to things getting shoved inside a futa dick, I won't list them all right here because part of the fun is going to be figuring out who wants what but just be wary of the plethora of kinks there be in these waters matey

(My Masterlist)

Technically Too Late to be Kinktober 2023

The door only opened a crack at first. Gahyeon didn’t say anything. She just looked over at the eye peeking out at her. That was enough, apparently. Sana flung the door wide open with a smile to match. She was wearing nothing but a set of cherry red lingerie.

“Hey! Come on in!” she said in a loud sort of whisper, “Glad you could make it!”

Gahyeon smiled back and stepped inside, kicking off her shoes. “Of course.”

The entryway led to a short hallway with a corner into the living room. Gahyeon could see Momo, dressed casually, but everyone else was blocked from view. There were quite a few people speaking at once, too many simultaneous conversations to pick out any one in particular. Turning around, Gahyeon caught Sana staring at her butt, but she chose to ignore it. “So, where’s Tzuyu?”

Gahyeon was dressed in black business-like attire, though the tank top she was wearing under the suit jacket likely wouldn’t get her any points in a truly professional interview. Not that she planned on any of what she was wearing remaining on her body for very much longer.

Sana’s smile grew even larger, and she practically shouted, “Right over here, hot stuff! In the living room!”

The conversation further inside suddenly died down except for one meek, anxious voice. “Wh-what?! Guys, I… Don’t let anyone in!”

Gahyeon smirked and raised an eyebrow. That would be Tzuyu.

Walking around the corner, Gahyeon was greeted with the full gamut of Twice. Momo in sweats, Jihyo in tight jeans and a t-shirt, Dahyun in a blouse with a lacy cardigan, Chaeyoung in an immensely baggy sweater, Jeongyeon in a hoodie and shorts, Nayeon in a beige bathrobe, Mina in cotton pajamas, and Tzuyu. She was on the floor in front of one of the room’s couches, entirely naked for all intents and purposes, with a blindfold over her eyes and her arms cuffed behind her back. Her ankles were being held by Nayeon and Jihyo, keeping her legs wide open despite her squirming. Her long, partially wet, skinny cock stuck straight out.

Jihyo beamed a grin at Gahyeon. “Welcome to our humble abode!” she sang over the sound of Tzuyu nervously squealing, “Sana was just getting her ready for you.”

“G-g-guys, n-no pranks!” Tzuyu squeaked, “It’s just M-Momo! Right?”

Nayeon giggled, “Yeah, sure… Hey Momo,” she dragged the name out sarcastically, “come bounce that juicy ass on Tzuyu’s dick?”

Gahyeon rolled her eyes and dropped her pants. She didn’t have time for too much teasing, considering the gauntlet she was about to put herself through. The discovery that Twice then made about Gahyeon’s decision to arrive without underwear earned her a variety of appreciative reactions and one quiet and confused “It’s not that w-weird, guys!” from Tzuyu. Thanks to Gahyeon’s last appointment (technically, her last appointment was the ride from her dorm to Twice’s, during which she sat on Hyejeong’s face in the back of a car), she didn’t need any prep time either.

Stepping over Tzuyu’s legs and dropping down, Gahyeon sank all the way down with no warning onto the poor, suspecting, and anxious girl.

Tzuyu didn’t exactly complain. She whined out her pleasure and followed it up with a sharp breath and a tiny smile. The room was full of hums, giggles, and even a quiet cheer.

Gahyeon pressed herself against Tzuyu, watching her relieved smile suddenly shift into a horrified expression.

“Mom-mo? Er, a-ah… Jihyo?”

Gahyeon smirked up at Jihyo, then leaned in, gave Tzuyu a few seconds worth of a steaming kiss, and whispered, “Guess again.”

The color entirely drained from Tzuyu’s otherwise slightly tanned face, and she clamped her mouth shut. Her dick stayed fully hard though, so Gahyeon ground up and down. She kissed Tzuyu more, favoring her tightened jawline and shoulders. Tzuyu’s moans strained through her tense throat.

“Can’t figure it out?” Gahyeon asked, getting nothing but a terrified squeal as a response. The rest of the Twice members laughed. Gahyeon chuckled with them. “Don’t worry. Just enjoy the ride.”

It took some time, but Tzuyu slowly loosened up. Whether that was because she was into it or because her muscles were giving out from the constant tension, Gahyeon couldn’t tell. A bit more obvious was the impending orgasm. Tzuyu’s cock throbbed inside Gahyeon. Finally, her mouth opened, but her voice was only a tiny whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m cumming.”

Gahyeon slammed down one last time, and a moment later Tzuyu tensed up again. Gahyeon planted a final kiss on Tzuyu’s lips as pump after pump of cum was let loose inside her.

When Gahyeon felt her going soft, she stood up, letting a fair bit of cum drip back down onto Tzuyu, slowly streaming down between her tits. With no time to lose, though, Gahyeon turned to face her next target.

Jeongyeon looked a little surprised, pointing at herself. “Oh, me?”

Gahyeon nodded. “If you’re ready for it.”

“Wh-who?” Tzuyu stammered.

Nobody answered, and Sana was on top of Tzuyu almost immediately, licking up the trails of cum.

Gahyeon shrugged and stepped over, sitting next to Jeongyeon on a loveseat, not too concerned about staining it with Tzuyu jizz. “If you need a minute to prep, I can take care of someone else next.”

This being the first time Gahyeon had the chance to be so close to Jeongyeon, it amazed her how small she felt. She almost wished that Jeongyeon had requested some sort of size kink play, and resolved to ask her about it some other time.

“Well, it might take a minute to get going,” Jeongyeon said with an adorable, mild blush, “but I’m ready.”

“May I help you with this top of yours then?” Gahyeon asked, running a finger along the sleeve of Jeongyeon’s hoodie.

“I would like that.”

“No r-really! Who is that?” Tzuyu continued to nervously ask, squirming under Sana’s tongue.

Finally, Nayeon responded, “Calm down, girl. It’s just Sana.”

“Oh! Oh… oh, okay,” Tzuyu sighed with relief, “W-wow, Sana, that really didn’t sound like you for a bit there.”

“Huh?” Chaeyoung chimed in, “No, Sana’s cleaning you up. The one that fucked you was Gahyeon.”

“WHO?!” Tzuyu screamed.

Gahyeon sighed, but smiled up at Jeongyeon and gently lifted the hem of her hoodie. Beneath, she found a white shirt with blue sleeves and large black lettering forming the words “MEGA MILK.” If she’d been drinking any sort of beverage, she’d have spit it out to laugh.

“How appropriate,” she chuckled, “I love it.”

Jeongyeon grinned back. “I’m glad… I don’t exactly do this kind of thing normally.”

“How do you mean?” Gahyeon asked, ignoring the sounds of Tzuyu struggling to get free behind her and everyone else laughing.

“You know.” Jeongyeon shrugged. “Make weird requests of people I don’t know very well.”

Gahyeon wrapped her arms around Jeongyeon’s waist and leaned into a light hug, “Nothing weird about it. In fact, I’m pumped.”

It was Jeongyeon’s turn to laugh. Gahyeon couldn’t help but glance down at the jiggling MEGA MILK and lick her lips, but looked back up into Jeongyeon’s eyes and continued, “If you want to get to know each other a little better though, I’ll be free next Friday.”

Jeongyeon blushed again, smirked out of the side of her mouth, and returned the hug. “I would like that… but I don’t want to, uh… get left out tonight.”

Gahyeon took the obvious hint, and reached up to give Jeongyeon a kiss on the cheek. At the same time, her hands made some less wholesome moves, eagerly but carefully sliding Jeongyeon’s shirt up. She could barely contain her excitement when she felt the skin of Jeongyeon’s boobs, braless.

Nuzzling and groping, kneading and caressing, Gahyeon loved every second she got under Jeongyeon’s shirt. “I can only imagine how tired you must be of the compliments on these, hm?”

Jeongyeon stroked Gahyeon’s back. “It’s not uncommon, but… I am in a group with Momo and Jihyo.”

Gahyeon shook her head. “Uncultured swine, then. Those two are fine, but it’s your boobs that will be stuck in my mind after tonight, I’m sure.”

Hand still on Gahyeon’s back to pull her along, Jeongyeon leaned back against the arm of the loveseat. The pivot point was perfect for putting Gahyeon’s face directly up against her chest. “I think…” Jeongyeon whispered, “I’d like to encourage that, actually.”

Gahyeon finished lifting Jeongyeon’s shirt and immediately attached her lips to a dark, luscious nipple and watched as Jeongyeon sighed quietly, throwing her head back and brushing her hair off her forehead.

Just as promised, it took a little while for anything to happen (excluding Gahyeon’s intense enjoyment of the act). Eventually though, a fine, mildly sweet liquid coated Gahyeon’s tongue. It wasn’t enough for a mouthful, but it was unmistakable. Jeongyeon’s milk.

Gahyeon took a moment to savor it, pressing her whole face into Jeongyeon’s boob, and finally pulled back enough to say in a tone just as sweet as the milk, "Delicious."

Quite unexpectedly then, Gahyeon was yanked away from Jeongyeon’s body and she fell back against the opposite arm of the loveseat. Sana jumped on top of her, smiling and giggling incessantly, notably without opening her mouth.

Sana held Gahyeon’s face in both hands, diving a bit too eagerly into a kiss. Gahyeon relented, upset about not continuing with Jeongyeon, but she figured Jeongyeon had already agreed to a future date, so there would be time.

The kiss was basically just a smash of lips on lips. Sana roughly jerked and yanked on Gahyeon’s suit jacket.

Jeongyeon groaned. “You couldn’t have waited just a few more minutes, Sana?”

Predictably, Sana had no response. She simply opened her mouth.

Gahyeon knew exactly what to expect when Sana parted her lips, so she did the same. The stream of Tzuyu cum was a bit of a flavor profile disappointment when compared to Jeongyeon’s milk, but it was by no means bad.

Once all of the jizz had been dropped into Gahyeon’s mouth, Sana backed off and removed her lacey bra, replacing it with her own squeezing fingers. She still had nothing to say, and just stared at Gahyeon expectantly, wide, excited eyes. Gahyeon had some things to say, mostly rude, as she didn't particularly appreciate having been interrupted, but with a mouth full of milk and cum and a goal that involved not spitting or swallowing, she couldn’t verbalize her annoyance.

With a powerful shove, Gahyeon sent Sana to the floor. She didn't seem to mind, scrambling onto her knees and lolling her tongue out of her open mouth, ready. Gahyeon didn’t make her wait long.

The slurry of mixed liquids spilled from Gahyeon’s lips to Sana’s tongue. A couple of drops missed, instead rolling down Sana’s chin and neck, but she scooped those up for further trade and consumption. For good measure, Gahyeon built up a bit of saliva and drooled that out as well. Sana giggled, accepting the additional ingredient to her drink, and groped Gahyeon’s thighs insistently.

"O-OH MY GOD!" Tzuyu screamed as someone removed her blindfold.

"Calm down! That's Gahyeon," said Jihyo, "You know? Dreamcatcher?"

Instantly, Tzuyu gasped deeply. "Oooh… Oh, that's the group Handong is in!"

Gahyeon chuckled, but otherwise stayed focused. She got down on her knees, wrapped her arms around Sana’s back, and created a mostly airtight seal between their lips. Sana certainly knew what was up, and got straight (or not-so-straight) into the action, swirling her tongue over Gahyeon’s, blending the objectively gross mixture into a much more consistent consistency.

"Wait, so that's my cum?!"

"Sure is," Nayeon confirmed.

Satisfied with the end result, Gahyeon tilted Sana’s head up and broke the kiss. "Good girl," she muttered.

Sana swallowed heavily, giggled some more, and opened her mouth wide to show Gahyeon it was empty.

"Does that mean it's my turn?!" Jihyo asked loudly, looming over Gahyeon from behind.

Gahyeon stood and turned around, finding herself immediately tit-to-tit with Jihyo. "I guess it does. Get naked."

Jihyo blushed, but followed the order right away. "So, what do you have planned for me?" she asked as she removed her shirt.

"It's a surprise."

"Jeongie!" Sana peeped, "I think I tasted your milk!"

"Oh…" Jeongyeon sighed, "sorry about—"

"It was so tasty! Can I have some more?!"

Jihyo dropped her bra to the floor and got started on the arduous task of wriggling out of her skin tight jeans. "You gonna whip some rope out of your jacket pocket? Seems a bit small for that. Twine? Floss?"

Gahyeon picked Jihyo’s shirt and bra up off the floor. "Something like that. Hey, this shirt's nice and stretchy. Any chance I can borrow it sometime?"

"Oh, you can have it," Jihyo said with a grunt as she finally got her pants past her ass, "It came in a pack of three!"

Gahyeon lightly slapped Jihyo’s fully revealed, commando-gone butt. "Thanks. Now come over here."

All of Jihyo’s clothes in hand, Gahyeon led her across the room to a dining chair and directed her to sit and close her eyes.

"Oh, I'm so excited!" Jihyo smiled. "Like I said, we never do quite this much at home. What's that?"

"You are, in fact, in your home. That was the first tie," Gahyeon said, "Keep your eyes closed."

Jihyo continued to follow instructions, even as her old shirt was stretched around her and tied together, holding her to the chair just under her bust and trapping one arm. "Hey, nice! I guess you had some kind of rope after all. Is that spandex? It's soft."

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I didn't check the blend."

Gahyeon pulled Jihyo’s free arm back and secured it to the back of the chair by wrapping her bra around it a couple of times and clasping it.

"That feels like a different material…" Jihyo toned, "Can I look yet?"

Gahyeon sighed, shrugged, grabbed Jihyo’s leg, lifted it over Jihyo’s head, and began tying it to her most recently restrained arm, using the legs of Jihyo’s jeans. "Yeah sure. Why not?"

Jihyo laughed as soon as her eyes were open. "Oooh! Ha! Duh. I should have guessed. Hey, that's pretty clever, but I think I might be able to escape a little easily."

"Can you?" Gahyeon asked as she finished tying a knot in the pants.

The bondage wasn't pretty, but it was effective enough. As Jihyo tried to loosen it up, Gahyeon smirked and paid more attention to her huge, jiggling tits than the integrity of the knots. She was stuck in quite the vulnerable position, arms jutting out behind her, one leg free and the other bent at the knee up near her head.

"Ah, yeah, I think if I just twist this waAAAY!"

Gahyeon lunged forward to catch the chair as it perilously tipped to the side. "Nope. Maybe you shouldn't be trying so hard."

"But if this was a real situation where I was being held hostage—"

"Then I would probably not be doing this." Gahyeon finished Jihyo’s sentence for her, pulling a bullet vibrator and a butt plug from her jacket pocket.

Jihyo gulped. "I mean, if you wanted to have your way with me—"

"That is what I'm doing, yes."

"Ha, okay, but if—"

Gahyeon put the butt plug in Jihyo’s mouth. "Hang on, please, and get that wet for me."

Subsequently, Jihyo’s moans in response to Gahyeon attaching the bullet to her clit and harshly fingering her were awkwardly muffled. They were allowed to continue, unmuffled, once Gahyeon spread Jihyo’s wetness down to her asshole, took the butt plug from her mouth, and put it where it was a bit more appropriate.

"Now, do me a favor and don't try to get out," Gahyeon said, "You'll only hurt yourself from the fall."

"Okay, sure, but… hey, where, uuungh… are you going?!"

"It's Dahyun's turn."

"But the vibrator, oh fuck… is still on!"

Gahyeon ignored Jihyo’s plea and walked back to the center of the room, tossing off her jacket on the way. She made note that Sana was sucking on Jeongyeon’s boob, and Tzuyu was shyly masturbating to the sight of it, but her next target was waiting.

Dahyun blinked, nervously looking away from where Jihyo was trapped and groaning and to Gahyeon. "So, um, my turn, huh?"

"If you still want it to be, yes." Gahyeon stood with a hand on her hip, dressed only in her tank top at this point.

The way Dahyun fidgeted with her cardigan, Gahyeon wasn't so sure the answer would be yes, so she added to her response, "It doesn't have to be though. You can wait for someone else to go first if you'd like."

"Gahyeooon!" Jihyo shouted across the room.

"Your turn's done, babe," Momo answered before going back to watching the upcoming action.

Gahyeon sat next to Dahyun, putting a hand softly on her arm. "Everything okay?"

Dahyun leaned in close and spoke quietly enough for only Gahyeon to hear over the moan-filled living room. "I don't know if I can do this. I just looked up a list of kinks and said I wanted dacryphilia but I was too afraid to look up what it meant.”

“It’s a crying kink.”

“Oh…” Dahyun recoiled back. “Yeah, I don’t think I like that.”

“That’s fine. Do you have any other kinks you would like to explore, or did everyone else force you into this?”

Dahyun sank into her seat a bit. “Yeah, it was kinda just to be included. I thought about spanking for a while and my butt started hurting out of nowhere.”

“Don’t worry about it then. Being vanilla isn’t a problem. If you still want to be included, you can… I don’t know, bring us some drinks?”

“Oh, I could do that. I can put on a maid outfit and bring it out on a platter and everything.”

Gahyeon raised an eyebrow. “You have a maid outfit?”

“Totally,” Dahyun bobbed her head, “It’s super sexy.”

“Like in a kinky way? Because that’s a kink. Very common one, actually.”

“Wait, sexy maids, kinky?” Dahyun paused and put her hand over her eyes. “Oh my god, of course it’s a kink.”

Gahyeon chuckled. “If you don’t want it to be a kink…”

“No, no.” Dahyun got off the couch. “Nope, that actually explains a lot. I’m going to go change. Anything you want? Beer, water, soju, normal milk, oat milk, grape juice?”

“I’ll just take a beer. Whatever kind you happen to have.”

Dahyun gave Gahyeon an “OK” sign and exited the room.

Looking to the side, the longest couch is where Momo, Mina, and Chaeyoung all sat. Gahyeon approached them, picking up her suit’s pants along the way, and gesturing to an excited-looking Momo who she was coming to see. Momo stood up graciously, and Gahyeon sat down in her place, right next to Chaeyoung.

“Hello, Chaeyoung,” Gahyeon said simply.

“Sup?” Chaeyoung responded quietly.

“Still want what you asked for?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Gahyeon reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a very small bottle of lube and a thin, steel rod, just a few inches long. She discarded the pants once again.

Chaeyoung leaned back against Mina, and lifted her legs, hugging them to her chest. She spread them just enough for her dick to fall down between them, then closed them again to trap it. As it turned out, she was wearing literally nothing but the large sweater.

“Nice cock,” Gahyeon said, entirely seriously. Chaeyoung’s dick was exceptionally large, at least in comparison to the rest of her small frame. It wasn’t fully hard, but Gahyeon estimated it would be about as long as her hand, wrist to fingertips. And besides its size, it just had a certain je ne sais quoi to it. “Have you done this before?”

“Technically, yes.”

Unsure of how to pose any further questions to that, Gahyeon shrugged and leaned down to lick Chaeyoung’s tip. A few more of those and she was rock hard. It seemed Gahyeon had overestimated the size a bit, but wasn’t too far off.

Gahyeon popped the lube bottle open and dipped the steel rod inside of it, swirling it around. It was a new formula from the Second Ring company, designed for extra slip, the ability to maintain external body temperature at all times, and barely had any viscosity to it. Despite this, it stuck to the rod just fine.

Chaeyoung only winced the slightest bit when Gahyeon touched the rod to the tip of her penis. Gahyeon wondered if she should wait and comfort her before going any further, but Mina casually reached over Chaeyoung’s shoulder and held her hand. Though Gahyeon hadn’t noticed any tension before, Chaeyoung seemed to release some at that moment.

The rod went inside easily, barely spreading Chaeyoung’s dick slit around it. Chaeyoung closed her eyes and took deep breaths, apparently meditating, entirely at peace with an object being pushed into her cock.

With the inside being stuffed, Gahyeon gently stroked the outside of Chaeyoung’s dick too. “Everything alright so far?” she asked.

Chaeyoung nodded serenely. "I think I could take bigger."

"Longer or wider?"

"Bit of both."

Gahyeon smirked. "Another time then?"

"Mhm."

"But right now…" Gahyeon held the rod by its end, a small ball meant to prevent the rod from disappearing completely. She wiggled it back and forth, twisted it, and pumped it in and out of Chaeyoung's cock, all very softly.

Through it all, Chaeyoung barely reacted, only taking somewhat sharper breaths any time Gahyeon pressed in on the outside of her cock.

"Would it be alright with you if I left this in you for a while?" Gahyeon asked.

"I'd love that…" Chaeyoung whispered, dropping her head back onto Mina's arm.

"Very good. I'll be sure to take care of it when I'm done here, then."

"H-hey! Me first thou—oooh shit!" Jihyo screamed the last part as a gush of liquid from her pussy soaked the chair she was tied to. The orgasm's aftershocks kept her quiet.

Gahyeon shook her head. Little did Jihyo know, she'd be spending quite a bit longer tied up that night, and would likely cum several more times, according to Gahyeon’s plans.

But of course, Gahyeon's plans for the other members were not yet finished.

"Mina?"

Mina sighed, "Present."

Gahyeon smirked. "I can tell. I'm looking right at you."

"Yup. Let's get this over with," Mina grumbled as she carefully moved out from beneath Chaeyoung.

Nayeon scolded Mina, "Hey! Don't be rude!"

"Not trying to be. I'm very excited," Mina said, contradicting herself with her bored tone. She pulled off her pajamas, dropped them on the floor, and turned around, getting onto her knees on the couch, resting her elbows on the back. Her ass jutted out, round, beautiful, inviting. Even so, Gahyeon didn’t go straight for it.

"You sure?" Gahyeon asked, "I mean, same thing I told Dahyun: You don't have to participate if you don't want to."

"Ah. Cool." Mina shrugged and sat back down. "Who's next then? Momo? Nayeon?"

Momo groaned loudly, "Fun suckerrr."

Gahyeon took Mina's hand and pulled her up, back into the entryway of the apartment. Somehow it was only then when she noticed the dick hanging between Mina's legs.

"Wait, don't leave! Aaah, fucking god! I'm getting really sensitive here!" Jihyo screamed as she saw the two going toward the door.

"Okay, we don't have to get into the whole story here, but why are they so insistent that you join in?" Gahyeon asked Mina in a hushed tone.

Mina rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be a part of this stuff pretty much ever. We had a single orgy one fucking time and now they want to see me getting my ass eaten or my thighs fucked all the time. I just want to go back to my room and chill with Chaeyoung."

"Does Chaeyoung want to leave too? I can go take the stuff out of her cock."

"No. She's been talking about this for weeks. It's been cute and scary."

"Scary?"

"Yeah, because she wanted shit shoved inside her dick."

"Valid. Well, what do you want to do about it? If you'd rather not do anything kinky or have sex with me, I definitely don't want to push you into it."

Mina crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. "It's not like that. You're cute. I'm just sick of… all this, you know? I don't know. I'm cool with sticking to the plan and having you eat my ass… I might just fake an early orgasm or something."

"Well, if we're going to do anything, is there at least anything else you'd rather do? Something that might make you cum for real, or just something you'd enjoy that you've never tried? That's the whole reason I'm here."

Mina just shrugged.

Gahyeon gave it a moment of thought. "You ever thigh fucked someone else? Or have you always been on the receiving end?"

"People really like fucking my thighs."

"Do you want to fuck mine? Or maybe try hotdogging?"

"What's that?"

"Same idea as thigh fucking, but between my ass cheeks."

Mina's eyes traveled down slowly, so Gahyeon turned around, rubbing her hands down her back and over her butt. "Totally up to you. Or we can just say we did it and move on."

"Uh… we can… yeah, try that."

Gahyeon looked over her shoulder. Mina's cock had sprung fully to life. With a smirk, she backed up, just until the tip was nestled in the cleft of her ass. Mina took a sharp breath.

"In here with the shoes?" Gahyeon asked, "Or in the living room so Chaeyoung can see what you'd like to try with her later?"

That was the right nerve to hit. Mina snatched Gahyeon’s hand and dragged her back to the living room and practically threw her onto the couch where Chaeyoung had settled back against the corner.

Gahyeon flipped onto her stomach and swayed her ass from side to side, successfully enticing Mina to jump between her legs and quickly find a position that let her rest her entire cock between her ass cheeks. Gahyeon grabbed the lube bottle from in front of Chaeyoung and held it back for Mina to take. "Go wild, Mina."

As her butt was coated in lube, Gahyeon looked around the room. Sana was still working desperately to get more milk out of Jeongyeon, who was cooing and encouraging her without looking particularly encouraged herself. Tzuyu seemed to have had enough of masturbating and was enjoying a blowjob from Nayeon. Momo was kneeling in front of Jihyo, teasing her for her inability to escape from what seemed to be another impending orgasm. Chaeyoung was stroking her steel-stuffed cock extremely slowly. And finally, Dahyun walked back in from the hallway, dressed in a frilly and extremely skimpy French maid outfit, complete with black heels and a silver tray, on which she carried several drinks.

Mina gripped both of Gahyeon’s butt cheeks, squeezing them together against her cock. The grinding began a moment later.

Dahyun sauntered up to Gahyeon, clearly using her idol trained skills to swish her mini skirt around herself as she did. "Your beer, Mistress," she said, already fully in character. Gahyeon only cringed a little at the title.

"Thank you, Dahyun. I'll be a minute here, but would you be so kind as to help me prepare for an upcoming activity?" The proper tone Gahyeon struck was quite out of place with her physical positioning, as Mina was desperately grinding up and down her ass crack. "I'd like a strap on."

Dahyun bit her lip and blushed. "For me, Mistress?"

Gahyeon smiled. "Perhaps afterward, dear, but for the time being, it's meant for someone else. I'll be needing the largest dildo available."

Dahyun briefly looked disappointed, but then clearly got to thinking. "Ah, I think I know which that would be. I'll get that for you right away, Mistress!" And with that, she set down the platter of drinks on a coffee table in the center of the room, placed Gahyeon’s beer on the floor where she could reach it, and walked back down the hallway. Gahyeon recovered from her cringe in time to watch Dahyun's bare ass bounce under the skirt as she left.

But on the note of asses, Gahyeon turned over her shoulder a bit, and found Mina staring at Chaeyoung.

Rather than question it, Gahyeon saw an opportunity. She tapped Chaeyoung’s knee and motioned for her to come close, where they could whisper into each other's ears.

"Want to swap?"

Chaeyoung blinked. "Yes."

And, to Mina's brief dismay, Gahyeon slipped out from underneath Mina. Chaeyoung maneuvered into her place however, and Mina pushed her cock between Chaeyoung's butt cheeks.

As Gahyeon stood, admiring the scene with a smile, a fist connected with her face, knocking her to the floor.

Everyone still in the room stared in shock as Momo stood over Gahyeon, fists clenched and a devious smile on her face. "Looks like it's my turn!"

Gahyeon scowled, rubbing at her cheek, wondering if the punch was going to result in a black eye. "Fuck… Well I guess I misunderstood your request. I thought you were just looking for some hate sex role play."

Momo's expression softened. "Oh! Oh shit, no, I'm sorry, I meant I literally wanted to figh—"

She didn't have the opportunity to finish her sentence, as she found herself falling backwards, shoulder impacting with the floor as Gahyeon swept her legs out from under her.

"Yeah,” Gahyeon said with a smirk before jumping back up to her feet, “I caught on pretty quick when you punched me in the face,"

Momo smiled back, climbed back up, and clenched her fists again. "Cool."

Directing Momo to the emptiest part of the room wasn’t easy, but Gahyeon lured her roughly in the direction of the hallway after slapping a punch away and jumping away from a kick. There, she slipped forward, taking a glancing blow to her shoulder, but slamming her fist into Momo’s stomach for the trouble. It was a straight shot to the diaphragm, but it seemed Momo had enough adrenaline pumping through her to ignore a missed breath or two. She lunged with a knee out, smashing into Gahyeon’s hip.

“What the fuck?!” Dahyun screamed as she came out of the hall and quickly ducked back in.

Gahyeon mistakenly turned around to tell her, “Momo’s request,” and paid for her distraction by taking a punch to the boob. “Ow! Dammit! The lack of chill in here!”

Momo almost escaped from Gahyeon’s kick, but still got caught in the thigh, partially tripping her as she slid backward. She grinned wildly. “Better not take your eyes off me!” she shouted as she charged.

Gahyeon dodged the bum rush and shoved in the same direction as Momo’s momentum, sending her tumbling into Jihyo. As one might expect she would, Jihyo screamed in a panic as the chair she was tied to tilted to the side and ultimately fell on top of Momo's back.

"Dahyun?" Gahyeon asked, holding her hand out.

"Oh, yeah, here." Dahyun flopped a massive, shockingly heavy, black dildo into Gahyeon’s hand, already attached to a set of straps.

Gahyeon was skeptical about whether or not the fabric and buckles would be strong enough to withstand the dildo's weight. "Where the hell did you get this?"

"It's Jihyo's. The one she used to fuck Eunha a while back. I dunno where she got it, but it's definitely the biggest one we've got around here."

"That's perfect. Thank you, dear… Wait, the dildo she fucked Eunha with? With the movie script from dubu's_gap?"

"The very same, Mistress, yes. It's been in a trophy case with the script… pretty much ever since it came out of Eunha’s ass. Slight exaggeration. It got washed."

Gahyeon blinked at the sacred relic she now held, then looked back over at Momo. "That will definitely work."

Dropping to her knees, Gahyeon yanked Momo's sweatpants and panties off. Momo groaned and struggled to push Jihyo off of her back, but was interrupted by the enormous slab of black silicone whacking her arm away.

"Fuckin OUCH!" Momo yelled.

"FuGgIn oUcHiE," Gahyeon mocked back and she shoved one of Momo’s legs high up and to the side, pretzeling her around Jihyo, and touching the tip of the dildo (if something so large could even be classified as a "tip") to Momo's asshole and pushed.

"W-woah, hey! There's no way!" Momo shouted, "I haven't trained for that!"

Gahyeon sighed. The dildo was so big—and Momo's ass so tight—that it was like trying to penetrate a brick wall with a butter knife. While she would normally be inclined to train anybody's ass until they could take whatever she threw at it, the process would be longer than what Gahyeon was planning on.

Instead, she decided to fuck Momo's pussy.

The grunt and breath that exited Momo's lungs sounded so forced, it was as if the giant dildo had slammed into the bottom of her lungs. A burst of liquid shot out from where the dildo stretched her lips around it, as if there just wasn't enough room for it.

"I've trained…"

Gahyeon looked over her shoulder to find Nayeon standing behind her, bathrobe wide open.

"What?" Gahyeon squinted.

"You know," Nayeon said, turning around and swishing her robe to the side to fully expose her ass, "My butt."

Gahyeon crawled around Jihyo, leaned down, and whispered into Momo’s ear, "Make Jihyo eat you out until you can’t feel those bruises anymore. I win." She not-so-playfully punched Momo in the arm one last time.

Momo groaned but smiled briefly. "Thanks, bitch."

"So…" Gahyeon said as she stood up, "Nayeon. You're last for the night. Where do you want to do this? Bathroom?"

As she spoke, Gahyeon pulled off her tank top, finally freeing her breasts. She wondered if she should have done so a little sooner. The fight made her a bit sweaty. But considering Nayeon requested watersports, she figured she would be showering in a few minutes.

"Actually, I had a new idea," Nayeon said, stepping around Momo and Jihyo to lightly caress Gahyeon’s chest, "Not to ruin your plans like a couple of my members here… I would definitely still love to play with your piss sometime, but a rare opportunity has presented itself."

"And that is?"

"I want you to fuck my ass with that." Nayeon pointed down at the dildo, still as deep as it could be (therefore about half way) in Momo's pussy.

Gahyeon shrugged. She leaned over and grabbed one of the straps connected to it and pulled, just as forcefully as she'd pushed it in. Momo grunted again as her cunt was violently emptied and left gaping.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Nayeon bit the tip of her finger.

"You will take it, yes. Naked, please."

Nayeon didn't hesitate to drop her robe. She looked like she was getting giddy. "On the couch?" Without waiting for an answer, she ran to the couch where Mina was still working her dick between Chaeyoung's ass cheeks and jumped onto all fours, holding herself aloft over Chaeyoung.

Gahyeon followed, buckling the straps around herself with one hand, trying not to let the dildo's full weight drop and break anything. She got on her knees behind Nayeon, noting the glisten of lube already present where it was sorely needed. She laid the dildo down on Nayeon's butt, giving herself a rough idea of just how far inside she was about to reach.

"Look, Mina," Nayeon giggled, "She's hotdogging me like you're—HURK!"

"Don't annoy them, Nayeon," Gahyeon said as she rammed the head of the dildo into Nayeon's ass. Its size made the head act like an oversized butt plug, Nayeon's hole trying desperately to close around it. "I need you to focus, after all, on keeping your cute little ass spread open."

Whimpering pathetically, Nayeon propped herself against the back of the couch with one arm, and reached back with the other to palm her butt cheek. Spreading her ass did nothing, frankly, but Gahyeon liked to watch her partners being complicit in their own destruction.

Gahyeon pushed ahead, admiring how smoothly the dildo slid in. Nayeon certainly hadn't lied about training. She could teach a thing or two to the rest of her members for the next time Gahyeon showed up. Even so, the silicone monster reached a point where it could go no further. A good ninety percent of its length was lodged in Nayeon's asshole. Another couple of harsh shoves resulted only in pitiful cries of pleasured pain from Nayeon, but no more distance.

"I'd heard that Jihyo was able to get this entire beast inside Eunha," Gahyeon put on her most disappointed tone, "Weird, since you're a little taller."

"It's not… all the way in?" Nayeon asked, confused and perhaps slightly delirious.

"Definitely not, but it's close enough to fuck you."

As stated, Gahyeon fucked Nayeon. The pull practically dragged Nayeon's hole back with it, and the pushes brutally shoved Nayeon against the couch. She held on to the cushions for dear life as Gahyeon threatened to ragdoll her around with an instrument of impalement.

"And just checking," Gahyeon asked even as she continued crushing Nayeon upward into the wall, "This is what you were hoping for?"

By this point, Nayeon was blubbering incoherently, slapping and rubbing her clit, so Gahyeon didn’t expect more of a response than she got, which was a half-whined, half-shouted, "YYUuuuhhh."

It was close enough, as Nayeon added to her enthusiasm with an orgasm matching the size of the dildo up her ass.

Looking around the room, Gahyeon was rather satisfied with the outcome.

Mina's cum was all over Chaeyoung’s back, and she was still going between her ass cheeks. Chaeyoung was enjoying the very specific massage, and was carefully sliding her hand up and down her steel-stuffed shaft.

Momo had a few bruises beginning to show, and had turned Jihyo right side up (which was to say, roughly on her back) and was grinding her pussy against her face. Jihyo was of course still stuck with her limbs pointing in odd directions, and the now-sideways seat of the chair was dripping with a ridiculous amount of her juices.

Dahyun was sitting behind Jeongyeon, and the two of them were the only ones still wearing any amount of clothing. Dahyun in her maid getup and Jeongyeon still wearing her shorts. The two of them were gently kissing each other anywhere they could reach, and Dahyun was caressing Jeongyeon’s tits, from which a small amount of milk continued to leak.

Sana was sitting half on top of Tzuyu, pounding Tzuyu’s dick raw with her hand, and licking Tzuyu’s face. She was both begging and commanding Tzuyu to cum again, but it looked like that likely wasn't going to be a possibility. Tzuyu was barely retaining consciousness. A white liquid drooled from the corner of her mouth, presumably because Sana sucked out her cum and deposited it between her lips.

It was all a bit late for Kinktober, but an early November kink party was about as good as Gahyeon could get between world tours.

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 27

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader reunites with Em in Amsterdam, six months after their breakup.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT

MARSHALL’S POV 

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N. He couldn’t believe she was here, that it was actually her, standing in front of him. She was smiling, looking shy. 

Hey, she whispered softly. Happy birthday. 

Unable to reply, he immediately pulled her in a warm embrace, engulfing her in his arms. He needed to touch her, to make sure it was real and he wasn’t hallucinating. He held her tight and her face was buried in his chest that was still damp from the shower. 

Is this real ? He whispered, his eyes closed. 

Very real, she said softly. 

Fuck. 

He felt a tear roll down his cheeks. It was more emotions than what he could handle : touring for the first time in ages, performing and connecting with the fans, his daughters flying to Europe to surprise him for his birthday and now, Y/N. He had dreamed of this moment for six months, of the time he would finally get to see her. He wanted to fly to Paris to see her after the tour. There was no way he could be on the same continent and not try to see her in person. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but he had to try. But obviously, she had beaten him to it and she was here. Actually in his arms, her skin against his. For the first time in six months, he felt able to breathe. She looked up and stared at him with watery eyes. 

Sorry, he said as he wiped the tears from his cheek. 

Is this ok ? She asked as she caressed his cheek with her hand. 

Yes, he said as he closed his eyes. 

He thought her touch would wake him up from a dream or that, perhaps, he would pass out. But it didn’t happen. He was just met with her soft touch, the sensation bringing him to his knees in a literal sense. He dropped to his knees and held her tighter than ever. In six months, she had gotten even tinier and it felt like he was holding a small doll. He heard people come in the corridor and he suddenly became very aware that he was half-naked, just out of the shower. He got up and pulled her in the dressing room before closing the door. 

You’re actually here, he said in disbelief. What… I mean… How ? 

Your daughters flew me in, she said with a smile. Happy birthday. 

His eyes opened wide. His daughters had arranged for Y/N to come for his birthday ? Even Hailie ? It was the greatest present ever. Suddenly, his faith in God and whatever birthday genie that granted wishes was renewed. Not to mention his gratefulness for Hailie, Alaina and Stevie. 

I don’t know what to say, he said, still amazed that Y/N was here. 

I do, she said shyly. Marshall, I… I am so sorry that I left. I ruined everything and I am sorry that I put you through hell. And I’m here because… Well because Hailie can be really scary and convincing, but mostly because I love you and I cannot live without you. In the last six months, I have learned that I can stay sober through a lot of things, but one thing I cannot do is stay away from you. I need you, Marshall, because I think you might be the love of my life. 

Once again, he found himself speechless. The only thing he was able to do was to pull her in for a deep kiss, holding her tight. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He needed to make sure she was here. She kissed him back with passion. He firmly grabbed her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch. She was straddling his lap as he kept on kissing her. 

I love you, he whispered. God, I missed you so much. 

I missed you too. 

He ran his fingers through her hair and admired her lovely smile. The same smile that had haunted his dreams ever since he had last seen her. They intertwined their fingers, kissing again and again. He was usually spent after each show, but he felt more energetic than ever. 

Did you watch the show ? He asked. 

I did, she said with a smile. God, you were incredible. No wonder why you have so many groupies. 

None of them matter, he chuckled. You are everything, right now. 

I’m yours, she replied softly. If you want me, of course. 

Of course I want you, he said as he pulled her closer. I will never not want you. I love you so much. 

He kissed her softly and stroked her cheek. 

Are you sure, though ? He asked nervously. I don’t want to deprive you of anything… 

I am, she said. I’ve done a lot of thinking and… Even though I’m a sucker for the white, picket-fence, cliché thing… You’re the one thing I cannot sacrifice. I think that what I want more than anything is stability and safety. You’re my safe space, Marshall. You. Yourself. And this means more to me than anything else. 

I love you, he said. 

They spent a while cuddling, hugging and kissing as they caught up on each other’s life. He told her about the album reception and the tour and how it was the only thing that had prevented him from drowning in the past six months. 

I’m not myself when I’m away from you, he said. If it wasn’t for my girls and music, I would have gone crazy. I hate to admit it but… For the first 6 weeks after you left, I was a vegetable. I barely slept, barely ate, barely showered… 

I’m so sorry, she said sheepishly. I never meant to hurt you… 

I know, he said softly. I got better. I had Jamal and Talia take care of me. I stayed at their place for a few weeks after you left. Talia basically force-fed me. 

They didn’t mention that, she said as she squinted. 

I told them not to, he shrugged. But yeah, I owe them a lot. 

So do I, she said. They’re the best. And I am so thankful that they took care of you. I just want you to be happy. 

I’m alright, he said with a smile. Much better now that you’re here, obviously. 

He kissed her forehead. Having her in his arms felt like everything was alright in the world. She was his medicine, the answer to his prayers. In this instant, he made a secret vow to himself. Whatever it took, he would never, ever let her go. As they cuddled some more, she told him about her life in Paris and how depressed she’d been. His heart sank as she talked about the dark thoughts she had, how tempted to use again she’d been. But thankfully, she had managed to stay sober. This made him proud and impressed. In the same situation, as early in her journey, it was almost a miracle. Or at least, he wouldn’t have been able to prevent himself, had the shoe been on the other foot. He looked at her with love and admiration. 

You’re so strong, he praised her. You can be proud of yourself. 

It’s only because I thought of you. You kept me sane, she said softly as she pointed to the sobriety pendant. It’s the thought of you that kept me safe. 

I love you, he said emotionally. 

Knowing that she had never stopped thinking about him gave him peace of mind. In the six months they’d been apart, he had imagined her with other men countless times. He imagined her being courted by every motherfucker in Paris. He thought that, in no time, she would forget about him. Thankfully, he was wrong. She remained his. He whispered sweet words in her ear as he stroked her hair. There was no way he would ever get enough of this. Time seemed to have stopped. However, they were disturbed by a knock on the door. 

Marshall ? He heard Paul’s voice say. Time to go back to the hotel. 

Coming, he said. Give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the car. 

He kissed Y/N one last time, his forehead resting against hers. 

Do you have plans for tonight ? He asked. 

You’re the plan, she said with a giggle. I have a room on the same floor as you, in case you want me out of your hair, though. 

No way, he chuckled. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Everyone’s having dinner in my suite. What do you think ? Do you want to join ? 

Sure, she said. It’s your birthday after all. We can do whatever you want. 

One word of you, though, and I’m kicking everyone out, he said. 

It’s your birthday, Marshall. You should celebrate. 

I already celebrated with the girls this morning, he shrugged. And I have the most amazing present right here. I don’t care about the rest. For all I care, we can ditch the whole thing. 

I’m fine as long as I’m with you, she said. 

So you’re staying with me ? He asked. 

As long as you want me to, yes. 

Forever, then. 

He kissed her and got up in order to find a tee-shirt and a hoodie. He was on cloud nine. He usually had the biggest endorphin release after a show but this time, it was even bigger. As soon as he was ready, he got his things and grabbed his girl by the hand as they headed to the car. Everyone was waiting for them next to the cars that would take them to the hotel. He spotted his daughters and gently let go of Y/N to go and hug them. 

Happy birthday, Dad, Hailie said with a smile. 

Did you enjoy your present ? Alaina asked with a huge grin. It was either that or a tie… 

You’re absolutely incredible, he told them. I don’t deserve such amazing daughters. 

Of course you do. You’re the best Dad, Stevie said. 

I love you, je chuckled. Thank you so much. 

We love you too, Hailie replied. 

He chuckled and grabbed Y/N’s hand again. At that moment, it didn’t matter that the whole crew was watching them. For all he cared, they could snap pictures and sell them to the press, nothing could keep him from her. Everyone got into the cars. He rode to the hotel with Paul, Y/N and his daughters. His daughters were talking as he simply enjoyed Y/N’s presence next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as their fingers were still intertwined. He caught Paul staring. 

You could have told me, his manager said with a smile. 

Well, Paul, there’s a shit ton you don’t know about, Marshall replied with a grin. 

Good to see you again, Y/N, Paul said politely. 

You too, Paul, she smiled shyly. 

He shook his head and chuckled. Paul had never failed to show his disapproval of Y/N, especially from the time they were photographed together. On a number of occasions, he had also voiced his concerns about her suddenly coming into his life and taking a lot of space. It was probably his job, as manager, but Marshall did not care one bit. Paul would have to find a way to be ok with Y/N, because she was here to stay. 

When they met everyone back at the hotel, he introduced Y/N to everyone. Obviously, there were a lot of people on the team she had not met yet. She made small talk but she was obviously shy. Knowing her, he didn’t expect otherwise. He gently stroked her back, trying to put her at ease. She seemed a little starstruck by Skylar. He knew she liked her music. 

She doesn’t bite, he said softly. 

But she’s such a star, she whispered. I can’t be normal ! 

So you knew her music but not mine ? He asked, falsely offended. 

Shut it, she said as she playfully rolled her eyes. It’s been a year and a half. I know all about your music now. 

You’re even in it, he chuckled. 

I still can’t believe it, she said. And it’s a track with Skylar Grey ! 

He chuckled and kissed her hair. She was absolutely adorable. He was happy she liked the track, too. He had put his heart and soul in it, it was raw and intimate and it was by far his favorite one on the album. It seemed to be a fan favorite, too. 

So I finally get to meet Marshall’s girl, Skylar said as she sat next to them. Hi, I’m Skylar by the way. 

Hi, I’m Y/N. I don’t want to be weird or anything, but I have to say I’m a big fan of your work. 

You’re adorable, Skylar replied. Dude, how come you never told me you had a girlfriend ? 

I have my secrets, he said in an enigmatic voice - of course he was not about to spill the details about their relationship. 

Did you enjoy the show ? Skylar asked Y/N. 

It was amazing, Y/N said softly. It was my first time seeing him perform. You were incredible, too. Especially for Track 12. 

First time hearing your song live, he chuckled. 

Wait, you’re the muse ? Skylar asked in excitement. 

Shit, he had said too much. 

Well, I-I don’t know about that, Y/N said awkwardly. 

Don’t worry, I don’t mean to pry, Skylar chuckled. But seeing as he’s been a tyrant about this song, I was wondering who else was to blame. 

A tyrant ? Y/N mused. 

Oh yes, Skylar giggled. We recorded it at the last minute. I’d heard that the album was done, but I got a call from Marshall in the middle of the night, asking if I could be in the studio in Detroit the next day. I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but he sent the lyrics via text and, when I read them, I knew I had to get on this, so I hopped in a plane. He was an ass in the studio because he had a very specific idea of how he wanted it to sound, but I’m happy with how it turned out. 

That’s amazing, Y/N said. I thought you had written some of it, too. 

Not a word. He wouldn’t let me make a single suggestion. It’s very unlike him, you know ? He usually lets me pitch a few ideas, but this time, it was all him. 

Well… Me and you, Y/N, he said with a wink. 

She blushed and he smiled as he kissed her temple, momentarily forgetting that other people were around. Obviously, his friends didn’t wait long before pointing out his unusual public display of affection. 

Is that what turning 52 does to you, Em ? Porter chuckled. 

Shut up, man, he said as he rolled his eyes. It’s my birthday, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. 

Whatever dude, his friend said. It’s great to have our Y/N back. I’m happy for y’all. 

I missed you too, Porter, she said with a smile. 

They enjoyed dinner and conversation in the suite for a while and some of the team decided to go for drinks to celebrate the end of the tour. They had planned on staying in Amsterdam a couple more days in order to rest and enjoy the city. At some point, he was left with Y/N and his daughters, chatting and resting in the living room area. He kept the PDA to a minimum with his kids around, but he was still mindlessly playing with her fingers as she was talking to Stevie. 

We should let the two of you enjoy your evening, Hailie said with a smile. See you tomorrow ? 

Sure, he said. What’s the plan ? 

Well we were planning on doing some shopping and visiting museums while you rest and enjoy with your girlfriend, Alaina said. Of course, the two of you are most welcome to join. 

You should do it, Y/N told him. I’ll stay at the hotel and let you enjoy it. 

You can come too, Y/N, Hailie said. 

Are you sure ? 

Well, we did have you come all this way, his daughter said with a smile. But whatever the two of you decide to do, you just have to be at the hotel’s restaurant tomorrow at 7PM sharp. 

Why ? He asked. 

Because it’s your birthday, Dad, Alaina said. Y/N, we’re counting on you. And please make sure he wears something decent. It’s your job now. 

Everyone chuckled and he rolled his eyes. He hugged his daughters and thanked them again for the surprise. He was left alone with his beautiful girlfriend. She looked a bit tired. 

Are you alright, beautiful ? He asked. 

Yes, she said shyly. It’s a lot of emotions, that’s all. 

Agreed, he chuckled. Now, how about we go to bed ? Let me cuddle the shit out of you, alright ? 

Sure, she said softly. I’ll go to my room and get my things. 

She left the room and, after a few minutes, he was overcome with anxiety. What if she didn’t come back ? He was staring nervously at the door for what seemed like ages. Thankfully, she came back after a while, looking somewhat troubled. 

Are you sure you’re alright ? He asked. 

Yeah, she said. I’m sorry, I think I’m just a little overwhelmed. 

What’s wrong ? He asked as he took her hand. 

I’m just awfully nervous, she said. I mean… It’s you, you know ? I’m so happy to be here and to be with you but my brain can’t quite process the fact that it’s real. And there were a lot of emotions. I mean, I saw you on stage, and the song, and seeing everyone again after so long… 

Come here, he said as he took her in his arms. I’m so thankful that you are here. And there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. You know I don’t bite. Well… Unless you want me to, that is. 

She giggled and shook her head. 

I think we just need to process, he said softly. How about we start with a warm shower ? 

Ok, she said shyly. 

He led her to the bathroom and he undressed while she stood there. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. 

Don’t you want to get in ? He asked. 

Yes, she said. It’s just that… uhm… 

What is it ? 

I’m going to be naked, she pointed out. 

Well, yeah, he chuckled. So ? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, you know ? 

No, I want to, it’s just… You haven’t seen me naked in a long time. And my body has changed a little. And… I’m shy, she said as she ducked her head down. 

My body’s changed too, he said. But no matter how much your body has changed, I still think you are gorgeous. I won’t stare if you don’t want me to. If you want, we can even shower in the dark. I don’t care, really. I just want you close. 

She nodded and slowly undressed herself. He tried hard not to look, even though he definitely wanted to. She got in the shower and he turned on the water before taking her in his arms. Being skin to skin with her for the first time in forever was absolutely amazing. Clearly, he was meant to be with her. It was the only explanation for how good it felt. Hot water was pouring over their bodies, as they embraced in contentment. They lovingly washed each other and he got to enjoy every inch of her skin, taking his time. He was in love with all of her and he wanted nothing but to take care of her for the rest of his days. When they were done, he wrapped her in a robe and hugged her. 

How do you feel, my love ? He asked. Better ? 

Yes, she nodded. So much better. 

I’m glad, he said. Now, bed ? 

She nodded and went to put her PJs on. He couldn’t help but think it was a shame. He would greatly enjoy being skin to skin with her. Plus, if she was cold, he would gladly warm her up... However, he understood that she was a bit nervous and self-conscious, so he didn’t want to rush her. He put on a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt and they got into bed. They laid next to each other in silence. He found himself nervous, not knowing if it was him or if her nerves were rubbing off on him. Perhaps it was also the fact that he had gotten used to sleeping alone again. He hadn’t been this nervous in bed since his first time sleeping with Kim, more than thirty-five years ago. 

I’m so glad you’re here, he said softly. 

Me too, she replied. Can I come in your arms ? 

Of course, baby, he said with a smile. Come here. 

She curled up next to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying her presence. 

It feels like I’m home now, she whispered. 

So am I, he whispered back. I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re my girlfriend again. 

I am, she chuckled softly. I can’t believe we’re public, too… 

Shit, he said as he suddenly realized. I’m so sorry… I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t even ask you if it was ok. Fuck. I’m so sorr-

It’s fine, she giggled. I meant what I said. You’re the love of my life, so I don’t care who knows about us or not. I’m proud to be your girlfriend. 

And I’m so proud to be your boyfriend, he said. You have no idea. 

Are you ? She mused. 

Of course. I’m in awe of you and everything you do, he said. You’re a fucking doctor. And you’ve come so far with your sobriety. And you’re here. And the fact that you exist, being as beautiful inside and out, is proof that there is a God and that he is good. Your existence is as marvelous as the galaxy and you are as amazing as the stars. 

Oh my God, she whispered. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me. 

She kissed him. At first, it was soft, but as seconds went by, it became more passionate. He was kissing her bruisingly, hungrily. He gently put a hand underneath her tee-shirt, stroking her back. He needed to feel her skin, to touch her. He needed her. 

Let me show you how amazing you are, he whispered. Let me make love to you. 

Ok, she whispered shyly. 

He took his time undressing her and caressing her body, getting acquainted with it again. She had gotten skinnier but she was just as beautiful. He kissed every inch of her, worshiping the goddess that she was. He kissed her passionately as he positioned himself at her entrance, ready to make her his again. 

Wait, she said suddenly. Do you have condoms ? 

Shit, he said. No. I’m clean, though. Are you ? 

Yes, she said. But I stopped taking the pill a while ago. 

Fuck, he groaned in frustration. 

I’m sorry, she said sheepishly. 

It’s fine, he said. I can wait. 

Hold on, she said softly. 

She took him by surprise by pulling his arm and had him lay on the bed as she straddled him. They were rubbing against each other as she explored his body with her hands. She was running her hands across his chest, gently scratching it. He wasn’t actually in her but the sensation of intimacy was incredible. He gently massaged her small breasts, teasing her nipples just the way she liked, causing her to moan. She was rocking her hips, rubbing against him. He was rock hard and, if she kept on going, he might very well come this way. She started kissing him, from his neck to his chest, to his hips, to his shaft. She gently stroked him, looking at him in the eyes while doing so. He was mesmerized by the vision of her going down on him. Six months without her touch was too much. Nothing else compared. She slowly started licking him, taking her time. His hand was lost in her hair while he was completely dazed. Maybe it was the emotions of the day, the fatigue of the show, his undying love for her or the fact that she gave blowjobs like no one else, but nothing had ever felt this good. He gasped as she took all of him in her mouth and started sucking. 

I’m not going to last long, baby… 

Come for me, she said softly. I love you. 

As soon as the words left her lips, he could not control himself. He came all over her pretty face and chest. The sight of his cum on her was extremely hot. Still, he felt a little bad. 

Shit, I’m sorry ! 

It’s fine, she giggled. 

She playfully took some of the cum on her chest on her finger and started licking it. He didn’t know he could be so aroused by this sight, but it drove him absolutely crazy. He pulled her on the mattress and kissed her passionately. She was incredibly hot and he needed to make her his, one way or another. He wanted nothing more than to make her scream his name. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs, asking for permission to go further. He could feel how damp she was. He had missed her scent, the softness of her thighs… He couldn’t resist placing a bite on the inside, causing her to gasp. He chuckled and started licking her, relishing in her taste he had missed so much. He may have had a slice of cake at dinner, but she was the real dessert. Her moans were music to his ears and they only got deeper as he slid a finger inside her. Seeing how wet she was, he immediately added another one. To be fair, he could probably fit two more. He was fingering her as he sucked on her clit, encouraged by her noises. Her thighs were wrapped around his neck, preventing him from going anywhere. Not that he wanted to, anyway. He could feel that she was on edge. He worked his tongue even faster, giving it all he had until she exploded, coming all over his face and chest while she screamed his name. He had to forcefully spread her legs to finally be able to get some air. He chuckled as he saw her face. She looked almost shocked. 

You alright, babe ? he chuckled. 

God you’re incredible, she whispered as her head hit the pillow. 

So I still got it ? He asked with a smirk. 

You know you do, she giggled. 

I love it when you scream my name, baby, he said with a hint of pride. You’re mine. 

Yours, she said softly. 

He kissed her forehead and took her in his arms. Both of them were sweaty and messy but he couldn’t care less. She was his. He kissed her gently. 

Don’t, she groaned. I think I still have cum all over my face. 

I don’t care, he chuckled. You could be covered in dirt, it wouldn’t prevent me from kissing you. 

Mmmmh. Still. I don’t want to be messy.

God you’re such a princess, he said as he playfully rolled his eyes. Come on, let’s take a bath. 

He went to the bathroom and drew a bath, adding some epsom salts he usually used to recover from shows. With time, he had built his own routine to make it easier on his body. It also worked wonders for post-sex baths. She joined him, looking all disheveled, causing him to chuckle. He engulfed her in a hug and kissed her hair. 

I missed this, he hummed. 

The sex ? 

No, he chuckled. I mean, yes, obviously, but I meant I missed your post-sex face. 

I missed you so much, she whispered. 

You won’t miss me anymore, he said with a smile. Because I’m going to make sure we’ll never be apart again. 

They got in the bath and he sighed in pleasure. Before her, he hated aftercare, but he had obviously missed this. Bathing and showering with her had become one of his favorite activities in the world. Not necessarily because they could have sex, but because he truly enjoyed their intimacy. He gently cleaned her and massaged her back as they soaked in the water. 

Thank you for taking care of me, she whispered dreamily as she nuzzled his neck. 

From now on, I swear, I will spend my life taking care of you, he said softly. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting you go ever again.

[luesmainblog]

With those manscaped ads going around again, here is a reminder to my penis-having friends out there: Do not put anything scented on your junk. I’m serious. It sounds harmless, especially since you have a closed sexual system, but it can genuinely be a very dangerous thing to be doing for a number of reasons. 1. You never know if you’re allergic to a product until you use it. Do you REALLY want to find out you’re allergic to some super specific scent oil mix because you put it on your nuts? 2. Whatever is on your balls will end up rubbing onto your underwear, and as you move throughout the day, it will inevitably make its way to your urethra. It may only be a little bit, but if your urinary track is sensitive enough, that can lead straight to a UTI. Believe me, those are incredibly not fun. 3. But let’s say you only wear it during naked times. Totally fine, right? Nope; you’re STILL at a risk for a UTI because of how scent actually works. When you smell something, it’s because there are particles of that thing in the air, and those particles make it into your nose and your nose essentially “tastes” those particles. Now, for most stuff, that’s fine. However, those tiny particles - when there’s enough of them - can still make their way into your urethra over time if they’re close enough, and once again, that can lead to an infection because there is a foreign matter in your pee hole that doesn’t belong there. (this is the reason so many vages end up with UTIs when using scented pads, when normal pads don’t do anything to them. it’s the scent particles.) 4. This product is given to you alongside masculine grooming items, and if you think it’s difficult to shave your knees, you’re about to learn the fear of god the first time you try to shave your nuts. this goes double for especially wrinkly folks. Now, shaving is entirely your choice, but imagine getting deodorant in a bleeding nick on your NUTS. can you say Ow? and god forbid that thing get infected because you introduced a foreign entity your body didn’t like. I don’t think anyone wants infected balls. 5. The following can also apply to any partner you may have if you’ve freshly put it on, or if you’ve been wearing it around all day in a pair of underwear or pants(again, that stuff’s gonna end up rubbing onto the rest of you). So even if YOU’RE not allergic, or sensitive to UTIs, your other half might not want to suddenly get hives in her vag, or a sudden yeast infection, or a frot-induced UTI because you got yourself all deodoranted up before funtimes. none of this even gets into the possibility of irritation, the risk of spraying on one spot for too long(chemical burns on your balls, bro, never fun), the fact that scents could end up masking a change in your scent that would normally alert you to go see a doctor, there are MULTIPLE reasons to consider whether or not you REALLY need to put deodorant down there. I don’t know if this post will blaze, as the message is inherently nsfw, but I sincerely hope it will. You shouldn’t use ball deodorant for the same reasons you shouldn’t use scented pads, and you ESPECIALLY should not be putting a scented SPRAY anywhere near your pee hole. obviously this is all a personal risk thing, some people will be able to go 15 years perfuming the hell out of their sack and never face a problem, but it genuinely worries me that this is being advertised as totally normal, sexy, and risk-free. I just want the public to be informed; y’all might not be as used to the ways beauty companies will lie and hurt you for a quick buck. Be safe out there, and please, take good care of your sack.

[rrenzwrld]

secretos de amor V

chapter 5! chapter 4 here, chapter 3 here

after you got off work, you went home to get ready. you didn’t care about dressing up too much so you styled your soft locs and put on a simple outfit before leaving to pick up sasha.

once you pulled up to the location, a pit formed in your stomach. it was so many people doing things you weren’t used to seeing in real life and you wanted to turn around as soon as you stepped foot inside. sasha noticed your unease and lead you to a table with people she knew because there wasn’t anyone else here that you knew but her. but sasha did try to introduce everyone to you, you just didn’t care.

“i like your outfit.” the girl with black hair introduced as mikasa complimented.

“thanks.” it was kinda awkward now so you wanted to be somewhere by yourself. the only problem was that you didn’t feel comfortable going anywhere else but your car. “sash i’m gonna sit in the car for a few minutes.”

“you’re leaving? already?”

“no. i’ll be back.” you pushed through the crowds before finally getting inside your car. you sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel and just sat in that position for a while before someone knocked on your window, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

you looked up to see connie signaling you to roll down the window. you sighed even harder.

“the fuck do you want?”

“what are you doing here? your bitch ass brother finally let you out the house?” you rolled your eyes and continued doing what you were doing.

“hey.. you okay?” you nodded. “can i sit with you?” you unlocked the car door to let him inside but locked them back and rolled up the window when he got in.

“you’re loud.” connie’s scent of weed mixed with cologne messed with your nose and the lilac scented air freshener in your car.

“my bad. so, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“i’m not a party person.”

“so..” you could see his side eye. “why you come?”

“i wanted to try something different.”

connie nodded. “i get that.. you smoke?” you shook your head. “drink?” you shook your head again, which made connie roll his eyes. “yeah we need to go somewhere else.”

“we?” you raised a brow.

“yeah, i know a place. you driving or me?”

“ain’t this my car? you’re not driving lola, i just got her back.”

“i’m tryna help you out, help you relax. c’mon.” you and connie got out the car so he could get in the driver’s seat. “see? wasn’t that hard.”

“what about sasha? she’s gonna think i left her.”

“no she’s not. as long as your back whenever she’s ready to go, she doesn’t care.” you shrugged and connie began driving. you didn’t know if it was a good idea to be with him yet but you’d know if you popped up naked in a ditch somewhere.

“where we going?” he shushed you.

“a surprise.” you didn’t wanna say anything else so you just let him drive. within 30 minutes or so, connie pulled up to a secluded area that looked over a lake and the moon sat right above it. it was beautiful but of course you wouldn’t gas him up by telling him that.

“pretty, right?” you nodded as he cut the car off.

“only the best for your hoes right?” connie laughed.

“hoes? i don’t take them up here. i come up here to clear my head.”

“why did you take me then?”

“because i just thought you’d need it.” you nodded and looked back up at the moon. “wanna get out?” connie asked as he was unbuckling his seatbelt.

“for what?”

“it looks better from out there.” you unbuckled your seatbelt too and got out the car with connie and he was right, it looked way better outside the car. the two of you leaned against the hood of your car.

“i have a question,” connie started. “do you like.. not like me or something?”

“oh why you say that?” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“because every time i try to talk to you, you act weird and every time i come over, you’re always in your room.”

“you’re just jean’s friend so i don’t really see the need for me to say anything to you. you’re not my friend.”

“i can be your friend, we can be friends.”

“i can’t be friends with you, you’re elderly.” connie looked offended but you laughed in his face as a response.

“elderly? i’m literally only 22.”

“right right..” from then on out, you and connie started asking each other questions just to get to know each other more. you found out that connie wasn’t all that bad and he was actually really funny and more emotional than you thought.

“i like your outfit.”

“thanks, i.. dress kinda weird so people don’t say that often. i like yours.”

“thank you. you ever thought about being a fashion designer, or a model?” it was as if you could see connie’s eyes light up brighter than the moon in front of you.

“hell yeah, i just never had motivation to do it so i never pursued it. i thought i was only ever good for selling or working at amazon. but they both pay the bills, one is just a lil more risky than the other. my family said that modeling wouldn’t do that for me.”

“you should try it one day.” you suggest while he turns to you.

“aww you think i’m pretty or something?” he smiled with all his teeth, which made you wonder if they were even real.

“maybe..” you shrugged and looked down at your feet. connie grazed a finger under your chin and held it up so he could see your face. just when you were about to make some stupid decisions, sasha was calling.

[reigningqueenofwords]

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Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 1,196

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You didn’t have many friends. It wasn’t that you weren’t sociable. You were just shy, anxious, and kept to yourself. It was far safer than putting yourself out there! That also left you with the constant worry that your few friends simply pitied you. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked as he walked into the living room to tell you that dinner was done, and he would go get the kids from their rooms. 

You sighed. “Why do I bother having a cell phone?” You asked, glancing at him. 

He raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m not sure if you want me to answer that or if that’s a rhetorical question.” He admitted. 

Getting up, you shrugged. “We have a house phone, so it’s not like I need it to call anyone. We have a stereo, and a computer, so I don’t need it for music. I read actual books, and Dean got me that Kindle for my birthday, so I don’t need it for reading.” You pointed out. “Anything I can do on here?” You held up your phone. “I can do with other things.” 

Blinking, he nodded. “I have a feeling this is a conversation that will be long, so how about after dinner I go to the store, get you a bottle of your favorite wine, a bag of Doritos, and some shredded cheese… and we can sit and talk. As long as you want. I’m off tomorrow.” He said gently, pulling you into his arms. “And then whatever’s frustrating you can be taken out on me after they’re in bed.” He winked, making you chuckle. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist. “I think I can agree to that. I’ll go start getting drinks for dinner.” You pecked his lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” He let you go and patted your backside as he went up the stairs to get your 7 and 8 year olds. “Guys, food!” He called out as he reached the top. You chuckled as you could hear each kid come running out of their rooms. 

Even after 12 years together, it still felt fresh. You’d met Sam when you were 17, and literally ran into him in art class. He was the new kid and you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking with your palette. His shirt was very colorful for the rest of the day, but he didn’t seem to mind. You’d had a date two days later, and you’d been together since. The pair of you got engaged at 19, married at 20, and had your son at 21, and your daughter at 22. You’d never wanted anything else in life, although…you had been toying with the idea of having one more little one. You were a sucker for Sam Winchester and babies. 

Heading into the kitchen, you got each of you a drink and brought them to the table. 

After dinner, Sam took your daughter with him to the store while your son “helped” do dishes. Halfway through he’d start to play, making a bigger mess. But you didn’t mind, he had fun. 

Once both kids were in their rooms playing for the last couple hours before bedtime, Sam worked on making you your “naked nachos” as you sipped your wine, watching him. “So, what were you ranting about  earlier? About not needing a cell phone?” He asked, sprinkling the cheese over your Doritos. 

“I just don’t see the point of having one, babe.” You sighed. “Aside from you, Dean, your parents, and one friend? I hear from no one. And your parents and Dean are like once a week.” You added. “If I don’t text people first, I just don’t hear from them at all.” You shook your head, slightly swirling the wine in your glass. “The same people that are like ‘omg, I love you!’ or ‘always got your back’ or ‘love you and the kids!’ can’t ever be bothered to text me first. How can you say you care about someone, but never ever text them? I’ve tested that theory, too. I’ve texted, chatted with them a bit, and then just waited. Just kept seeing that it was longer and longer since they stopped replying to me.” 

Sam shook his head as he put the tray of ‘nachos’ in the oven. “Are you sure they’re actually your friend?” He asked, moving to sit with you while the cheese melted. “Because that doesn’t sound right. I get us all having lives, but to never be the one to just text to check in? Have they ever texted first?” 

Finishing the wine in your glass, you sighed. “Not that I can ever recall. Even last year when you were in that car accident.” You scoffed, moving to refill your glass. “Not once did she text me to check on you. But when she was having issues the year before? I was checking in with her. Wanting to see how she was doing, how she was healing.” Your voice was sad. “I love her, and her kids, but I think I’m really starting to see how one sided things are.” 

He hated this for you. You loved with all your heart, and no matter how many times you’d been hurt…you still tried. Getting up, he moved over to hold you to his chest. Your back was to his front as he held you, kissing the top of your head. “She doesn’t deserve you.” He said softly. “Maybe take a step back and only text about silly stuff. Shows you like, actors. Things like that.” He suggested, knowing you wouldn’t give up your friendship. That wasn’t you. 

You nodded. “I might.” You agreed. “It just sucks.” You huffed, making him chuckle lightly. 

When the timer went off, he went to get your snack out of the oven. “I’ll get this on a plate, go pick out a movie.” He kissed your cheek, hoping that getting this off your chest helped. He’d get the kids ready for bed once you were comfy in the living room.

Ater the movie, your wine and nachos were gone, and you were in a much better mood. Shifting so you were sitting sideways on Sam’s lap, you trailed your fingers over his jaw. “I’m glad to see you’re doing better now.” He said, rubbing your thigh. “I hate when you’re upset.” 

“I know.” You smiled. “Thank you for always helping me through what I’m feeling.” You truly were grateful for him. “There’s one more thing I think I need your help with, though.” 

Sam beamed. “Anything.” He promised. 

“I want to have another baby.” You breathed, nervous. That would be a bit of a gap between your oldest and this baby if he agreed. 

“Stand up.” He told you, making you raise an eyebrow. Was he that upset? You squealed with he lifted you over his shoulder, dishes left on the coffee table. 

You gripped the back of his shirt. “Sam?!” You could tell he was carrying you towards the stairs. 

When he nipped your hip, you were surprised. “We’re going to make that baby, sweetheart.” He told you. “God, I can’t wait.” He groaned. 

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

hello, I am one of your mutuals but wanted to be on anon for this.

I took a paralegal program in college and studied criminal law. I have done my research on little michelle and shelia. although I don’t have access to tiktok I read many articles and this is what I think. 40+ years is a LONG time to wait to prosecute axl. If something happened in the 80’s there would be evidence at the scene. first, where is the evidence and if there was any, like dna it would be destroyed by now. I also read some where that axl originally rejected her because of her age at the time. nothing makes sense, it would be an open and shut case even now. finally, why, is she putting on tiktok bio what happened. That’s really bad, make it make sense. right now it’s he said/she said case with zero evidence.

I think she needs therapy and needs to learn to forgive axl, he gets so much hate he doesn’t deserve. he deserves children and a family 🥺😞

Hey, that's alright! I'm glad to still see you in my inbox ☺️

I agree. I'm not a big fan of digging up dirt from somebody's past, especially if it happened 20 or 40 years ago. I am, however, a big advocate for fixing things right away, ideally within a span of 10 years, if the victim needs time to recover and heal from traumatic events. But why even bother bringing it up now, in 2024, when it won't solve anything?

Michelle's best chance was filing a lawsuit against Axl in the '90s when both Stephanie and Erin did, but she didn't. Another good time would've been during the early 2000s when Axl was out in public and touring, but, again, she didn't. She's wasting her time and breath on him when she needs to be an advocate for survivors - educating people, raising awareness, and providing legal support to families of SA victims. She's focusing too much on one man when she needs to turn her focus to a larger group of individuals who share similar stories. That is what will make a huge difference, NOT taking Axl to court.

It also disturbs me how she puts everything on her TikTok bio. She wants to forever be remembered as the girl who was r*ped by Axl Rose, which is kinda sad because she could have the potential to change her legacy and be remembered as a strong leader/fighter for r*pe victims. Unfortunately, she wants the public, and her audience on TikTok, to see her as this fragile woman who is hanging on by a thread. Oh, the sympathy!

Which leads me to my next point that you mentioned earlier, she does need help. She needs to talk to a therapist, find coping mechanisms, learn to forgive the past, and move on with her life in order to help other people, as l've mentioned before. It would make her have a purpose in life instead of wallowing in her own self-pity. Axl learned to heal, why can't she do the same?

Michelle mentioned that she's speaking out now because of the lies she's read about her incident. But this just begs the question, had she not read those lies, or had Slash not written about her story, would she still speak out, or forever hold her silence? 🤔

Axl already talked about her story a long time ago, saying how she was crazy and ran out of his place, down the street butt-naked, not being able to remember her own name, probably because she was strung out on drugs. Yet, that's not the reason for her speaking out. It's because of Slash's book and what the other GNR members said over the years, not what Axl said.

Another question I have for Michelle is: how far long were you when you had the miscarriage? It seems she's only mentioning having a miscarriage because Erin had one, and I think - maybe - she's trying to fabricate her story so Axl can FOR SURE pay his dues 😒

I explained in another post that Michelle might be trying to "cancel" Axl or take him out of the music industry, but some people took my words out of context 😅 So, to clarify, here's why I think that might be her intention.

On Michelle's TikTok, she shared a news video about women, from four nonprofit organizations, who were "hoping to bring changes" to the music industry. There is a report they compiled called Sound Off: Make The Music Industry Safe and it's “being released as sexual misconduct lawsuits" that accuse "some major names" in the industry like “Danny Elfman and Axl Rose.”

four nonprofit organizations (left), Sound Off report (right)

Below are the women's goals they want to execute with this report:

"NDA's (nondisclosure agreements) are one of the many tools that the music industry uses to silence and suppress survivors."

Although Michelle isn't part of these organizations, she still supports the report, and I can't help but think that she's using her own voice, in a similar fashion, to try and take Axl out with her story.

I will always question the universe on why Axl didn't deserve to have a family and kids of his own. It's all he ever wanted, and it could've fixed him 😭

[justforbooks]

First Class, Low Class, No Class: The Passenger Hall of Shame.

I’M OLD ENOUGH to remember when people dressed up to fly. I remember my dad putting on a tie before we left for the airport. And that was as recently as the early 1980s.

One of the reasons, though, that people once took flying so seriously, is that so few of them had the means to partake in it. Not all that long ago, only a fraction of the population could afford to fly on a regular basis. Flying today is far cheaper than it used to be. As a result, almost everybody does it.

And as the demographics have changed, so have the levels of behavior. This we’d expect. With nearly four million people flying every day of the week, across every strata of culture and class the world over, standards of decorum are going to fall. That’s fine, and I don’t want to sound snobbish about it. Maintaining simple dignity doesn’t require anything too formal. I have no problem, for example, with people wearing shorts and sandals onto a plane.

But there comes a point, and what I do have a problem with, is the idea that otherwise reasonable protocols of civility, manners and courtesy cease to apply when you’re at an airport or on an airplane.

I’ve never been privy to a full-blown “air rage” incident, but I’ve witnessed countless instances of shameful behavior: passengers cursing at airline staff; stealing from the liquor carts; leaving soiled diapers in seat pockets; etc., etc. Why, for example, do so many airline passengers find it acceptable to throw their garbage and food all over the cabin floor, then mash it into the carpeting with their feet? You don’t do this in a restaurant. Why is it okay on an airplane? It tends to be small-scale stuff — rudeness and a lack of elementary courtesy — rather than anything violent or overtly hostile, but that doesn’t excuse it.

Here is just some of what I’ve witnessed over the past several months…

I am at the airport in Dubai one early morning, waiting to catch an Emirates flight to Boston. I’m sitting in the boarding lounge when I hear a strange noise coming from behind me. Snip, snip snip, click, click, click. What is that?

I turn around, and what do I see? The guy directly behind me — a young guy in his twenties — is sitting cross-legged in his chair. Both of this feet are naked, and he is clipping his toenails. With every snip and click he splits away another crescent of toenail, which he drops into a growing pile next to his left knee.

Would you take off your socks and start clipping your toenails in a movie theater? In the waiting room at your dentist? Most people would feel uneasy doing it in the woods, never mind at an airport boarding lounge in front of three-hundred people. And while I don’t want to watch, I feel that I have to. Because I need to know what he’s going to do with that big, disgusting pile of trimmings once our flight begins to board. Is he going to collect them up and carry them to the trash? Or will he brush them onto the floor?

What do you think he does?

On another occasion I am at Kennedy Airport, in terminal four, down near the Virgin America gates. A woman and her young daughter are sitting on a bench-seat right along the edge of the corridor. The daughter is four, maybe five years old, and she’s holding a tall plastic cup brimming with round, colored candies. They’re marble-shaped candies, possibly peanut M&Ms. All at once, with no warning, the girl takes the cup and flings the entire thing onto the floor. It’s an impressive spectacle, I have to say, as hundreds of tiny orbs go clattering across the carpet, coming to rest in a great fan-shaped display of color. People turn and stare. And what does the woman do?

She stands up, takes the girl by the hand, and the two of them walk silently away, leaving the entire mess — even the plastic cup — sitting there for some unfortunate janitorial worker to sweep up.

Meanwhile, people are kicked off planes all the time for acting, and even dressing, obnoxiously. In Boston recently, jetBlue denied boarding to a young woman because they felt her shorts were too revealing. Apparently, though, a t-shirt emblazoned with the words FUCK LOVE in giant block letters is within the boundaries of decency?

I’m not a prude. Nonetheless I’m dying to understand when and how this sort of thing become acceptable. And I’m imagining this same attire in a different context. In the bleachers at a baseball game, for instance. Would that be okay? Would the guy be asked to leave? Wouldn’t he be harassed by parents who’d brought their kids along? There are plenty of little kids at airports, so why is it different here? And which is more troubling, the fact that he’s being accommodated, or the fact that somebody rude enough to put on a shirt like that exists in the first place?

I’m reminded of a shirt that was all the rage a few years ago in Asia. It was a sleeveless tee bearing the grainy image of the model Hedi Klum. She was topless, biting her lip and sticking her middle finger at the viewer. After six days in Thailand I must have seen five hundred tourists — all of them women, whatever that means — wearing these distasteful and hostile things.

Next we have Ms. Stinkytoes, luxuriating in her Emirates first class suite. She shows us that boorishness these days isn’t merely for the louts in steerage. Are these the same people who buy elephant ivory and rhinoceros horns? And the privacy of her suite is no excuse (couldn’t she at least have closed the doors?). Maybe I’m overreacting to this one, but how is this any more appropriate that resting one’s bare and splayed toes on a restaurant table? This is still, for all intents and purposes, a public place, and somebody else is going to be occupying that cubicle a few hours from now. And for crying out loud, they give you socks and slippers!

What is it? Is it the stress? Is it the contempt people harbor for the airlines? Whatever the causes, flying has a way of bringing out the worst in people.

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[lookismaddict]

Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XI) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’m sorry that this took so long for me to finish. I really don’t have too many words here. Just good smut I mean, good vibes. ✨ Again, I don’t have much to say, other than just enjoy. So, I hope this chapter is to your liking. 😌🖤 (You might see some things on here that I was inspired by. These are small details, but iykyk lol.)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, mirror kink, penetration, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun Park knew what he wanted at that moment. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he’d be so bold when he’s in a libidinous rut, but unlike the other times when you and Gun explicitly touched each other, this moment was a bit different. You furrowed your eyebrows at him with such a stern expression, unable to budge. Gun continued to stare into those disobedient eyes of yours, making him sneer due to the challenge he’s about to face.

“Rebellious as ever, I see. Are you looking for a punishment?”

Sluggishly, you shook your head, as whole strands of your hair blocked your vision from that devilish grin on his face.

“Whatever you’re doing now…” he whispered dangerously, removing his firm grip on your chin to brush your hair off your face and tuck your loose strands behind your ear. “…is only going to make me want to break you even more. So again, turn AROUND.” By emphasizing that last word, his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled clockwise, as he spun your whole body around. From his abruptness, you stumbled around in your heels, but managed to catch yourself from falling as both of your hands immediately planted against the gigantic window. Your eyes returned to the breath-taking scenery of Seoul, making your breathing quicken due to how anxious you’ve become from Gun’s assertive dominance and how embarrassing it is for you to be displayed like this in front of the window. Feeling exposed and naked before the public sights in front of you, your face began to heat up because of the shame of being put up like this on display. From behind you, Gun eyed down your backside and noticed how stiff your position was.

“Back up a bit and bring your ass over here.”

Displeased from your stance, you felt the touch of his hands holding onto your hips to tug onto them backwards, rearranging your ass to be pressed up against his huge cock. Now satisfied, his grin grew wider. You felt his pelvis arch onto your nether region, now starting to grind his solid member onto your entrance. As he made you look down towards the floor at your feet, you tried to resist the pleasure that he had brought upon you. Gun noticed the way your head was tilting downwards, which made him reach around you with his right hand while his left hand was still pressed onto one of your hips, grabbing onto your head from below your lower jaw to pull your face upwards.

“Keep your eyes straight ahead. I want everyone to see your face when I ruin you so hard, that you’d be dying to look away.”

Ashamed from how you couldn’t control your whines in front of the window while staring at the small silhouette of people below you who were currently out on the streets, you couldn’t stand them to see you like this when Gun is in the process of trying to please himself. Already gathering pre-cum on his dick from how turned on he was, he lathered it onto the folds of your heat, using it as his form of lubrication and by arousing you even more. While rubbing his firm tip against you, Gun could already hear the wet sounds of both of your private parts creating a shared symphony of lewd noises. He smirked at the sounds of your pussy already soaked, which meant that you’re prepared to be taken by him.

However, he couldn’t resist teasing you before he puts it in himself. Slowly releasing his hold on your lower jaw, his hand trailed back to wrap it around the base of his thick phallus. As he inserted only the head of his cock inside of you, his uncalled penetration had caused you to emit a vocalized, “Ahn~!” to escape through your lips. He leaned his face close to your right shoulder blade, as he began to leave a trail of feathery kisses, making his way up to your neck. You were starting to pant heavily from his playful touches, which made him speak in that deep husky voice of his. “Mmm… Your scent is so intoxicating. It overwhelms my nose, but never to the point that it draws me away from you. I knew that sexy dress on you would go nicely with your body. You’re just too mesmerizing, that it makes me go insane like this…” He kept his urges in check by restraining himself from penetrating you whole, only taking his tip in and out, repeating this process carefully. Not yet, he thought. Not unless your body says otherwise. While listening to your whimpers, he cooed into your ear, “Do you like that, (Y/N)? Do you like it when I pleasure you like this? No one would ever know how your body would react to the feeling of pleasure. Only me. I know damn well how your body loves me for it.” His small strokes from the head of his cock rubbing against you was starting to make you go insane. Eventually, he changed the way he was teasing you, as he began to spread you out, rolling his tip into you in circular motions which got your legs shaking in those heels. Gun let out a mischievous laugh when he noticed your legs wobbling, enjoying the sight of you slowly losing your senses to him. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been testing me all day. Isn’t that right, (Y/N)? You even seduced me at that bar earlier. Have you no shame? Being such a fearless woman in front of everybody. You really love that attention on you, don’t you…? My little slut~” Unconsciously, right when your body felt his tip enter you, your body reacted on its own as you automatically scooted your ass onto him. As a result, your pussy took in all of his length inside of you in one swift push, making yourself moan in sensual gluttony. The feeling of your tight walls finally wrapping around his rock hard cock caused you to shiver in pure bliss. Gun tilted his head up a bit in reaction to your unexpected push, letting out an erotic groan while watching your own ass smack against his pelvis in such a provocative way, seeing and feeling that he has now filled you up all the way to your cervix. This time you made him pant madly, as he said, “Fuck… you really want me to start violating you, that badly? Well, if that’s what you truly desire, then so be it. I won’t hold back any longer…”

The feeling of his hands roam up the sides of your body, giving you goosebumps from the light touch of his hands. When both of his hands made their way to your shoulders, he gripped onto them as if they were handles. The pressure of his strong veiny hands exerting itself onto your shoulders made your hands give up due to the force, unable to hold yourself up. Gun’s weight issued your hands to glide against the glass window off to the sides. Consequently, your whole body made contact with the window. With your beautiful soft breasts now pressed against the cool surface of the glass, along with the side of your face being smushed, you struggled in frustration to pull yourself up. But to no avail, you lost the strength to get up once more. Steadily, Gun gripped onto your shoulders tightly, as he began to thrust slowly to get into the rhythm of his hips hitting against your rear. Euphoric cries started to release from your mouth due to the feeling of Gun’s girth hitting that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly, making you squirm in place from how good you felt. The way your body temperature was starting to rise from the overwhelming feeling of sexual pleasure was unlike the other times that you’ve had intercourse with Gun. Oddly enough, Gun’s body heat that was emitting onto you from within your cunt, mixed with the intoxication of the alcohol you consumed, became such a dangerous combination that you never would’ve imagined. The alcohol acted like a catalyst to your euphoria. An aphrodisiac that just added even more fire to the burning sensation of intense pleasure from within you. At that point, it was merely impossible to try and hide those pleased sounds that were coming out of that dirty mouth of yours. But your shameful moaning won’t stop you from trying to hide your own face from the public. While Gun was enjoying the sight of his cock ramming into your dripping heat from below him, your hands crept towards your face little by little to cover your embarrassed face with your own palms hiding your caricature. However, when Gun caught your hands moving inwards towards your face from his peripheral vision, he instantly released his grasp on your shoulders, as his hands swept to your wrists to pull your arms behind you. Gun made sure to control you by cuffing your wrists in his solid grasp, while stapling your wrists onto your hips from behind.

With a sneer, Gun wickedly ridiculed, “What? You couldn’t stand others to see you like this? Do you feel ashamed? Humiliated? Or… Embarrassed?” He let out a cold chuckle in between, as he continued, “Ah, that’s right. I understand now. You don’t want them to know this side of you, right? But specifically, you don’t want DG to see you like this…” His hands that were trapping your wrists on your hips became much forceful, as he pulled your ass towards him even more, now starting to pound into you mercilessly while struggling to hold yourself up with your hands unable to be set free and your heels barely holding onto your standing position. Confused from his burst of energy and pressure, you questioned him through clenched teeth, “W-what… the fuck… a-are you… talking a-… about…?!” Gun snickered at your cluelessness, thinking how dare you play him for a fool. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t know? How you and DG have been exchanging words with each other behind my back. Now, that makes me wonder… What would he think of this? A pretty little slut, who’s getting her back blown out by me would be such a sight to see. What if he saw you from this window getting brutally fucked from behind, while he’s flying on his private helicopter through the sky? How would you picture DG’s face if he saw you like this, huh? I bet he’ll think of you as such a horny little thing. A maid who had seduced her own master for some extra services. Do you think he’ll like that?” Gun’s words made no sense to you, as your jumbled-up thoughts started spiraling all over your head.

W-what… the hell… i-is he… talking a-about…? I can’t… u-understand… why h-he’d… bring up… DG l-like… that…

Still barely hanging onto your tipsy self, you confronted Gun by asking him, “Tch… W-why… did y-you… bring DG… into… this…? Are y-you… mad… a-at… him…? Is… that w-why… you’re taking… y-your frustration… out on me…?” Gun’s eyes narrowed menacingly, as if you just pissed off the wrong beast. He was annoyed at how ridiculous he felt about you talking to DG in the first place. It shouldn’t even be his business, yet he felt irritated about how DG had been on your mind for even an instance. Everything seemed to piss Gun off recently, making him crankier than usual. As his thoughts seemed to have caused his temper to rise, you felt his hands around your wrists to tighten, now pulling your arms farther backwards to lift your body off from the glass and more closer to him. His pelvic thrusts grew even more violent than ever, bruising both your cervix inside you and your ass cheeks from the anger transferring from his head to the wild movements of his dick. You noticed his pace became even more ballistic than what it was previously, as you pleaded out, “G-Gun…! W-why are y-you… being so… r-rough… all of a… s-sudden…?! I-Is it… because of… DG…???” Gun gritted his teeth as he harshly hissed into your ear, “Shut the fuck up already, and just take my cock inside you. If I let DG see you like this, do you think he’d be willing to do this to you after I’m done with you? Your whole body had already been carved by me. I fucking took you in, and made you who you are now! I made you STRONGER than before, and yet you had your eyes on him and not me?! You ungrateful whore!” The amount of times his member had roughly poked your cervix remained uncountable, making your eyes roll back from how good it felt, forgetting how he was humiliating you from behind. It became harder for you to even process Gun’s own thoughts while you were lost in immense heat, but at that moment, you couldn’t bear to hear such harsh words come from his mouth like that. What the hell did he think you took him for? All this time, you’ve been struggling to tell him how you really felt. Coming up with the right time and place to do it, and yet, how could you get this type of treatment from him? Were all those times with him all for naught?

Gun’s words pierced through your heart, like a dagger. With the feeling of betrayal seething right through you with the conflicting feeling of pleasure being shared, you yelled at him in frustration. “What… the f-fuck… a-are you… t-talking about… you Asshole…?! Just sh-shut… the fuck… UP… ABOUT DG ALREADY…!!! A-and… what do you… m-mean… I h-had eyes… f-for him…? A-are you… dumb…?! I… o-only… had eyes… FOR YOU, STUPID…!!!” You were already bellowing at the top of your lungs, screaming out the words that Gun couldn’t believe. His eyes widened, now looking at your pained expression from the reflection of the window. Gun was in complete shock. Surprised by your sudden outburst of a confession, he didn’t know what to feel about your words or what to even say. Except, his body was the one that spoke for himself. After you told him that you only had eyes for him, you felt his dick refine itself again, returning back to its solid girthy form. Surprised by how his cock hardened so suddenly, you turned your head back to look at him saying in a concerned manner, “H-hey… d-did you just-” Immediately, he reached over to the back of your head and forced you to look straight ahead once more. With a roll of his wrist around the fistful of your hair in his right hand, he wrapped a whole handful of your hair into his hand, then pulled onto it as he plunged his hard cock into your g-spot, over and over and over again. By yanking your hair, he kept your gaze onto the beautiful view of the city, as he watched your watery eyes trickle down with tears from the window’s reflection, due to the intensity of him using your body. Grunting, he said in a challenged tone, “Hah, when did you become such a good liar? Toying with me like this. Are you proud, (Y/N)? That you somehow managed to get my dick up, just so that I could continue to punish you like this? You became such a dirty woman, that I’m starting to understand now. Do you enjoy me using you as my personal cocksleeve? Is that what you’re aiming for?” While panting heavily, you answered in a weakened voice, “N-no… th-that’s not… it… I-I’m not… lying…” Gun became even more authoritative, saying, “Then be honest, and say it clearly. Is whatever you said, true?” Whimpering, you confirmed in a sob, “Y-yes… i-it’s… true… Gun, I- AAHHH~!!!” Your words were interrupted, due to his left hand snaking over the front of your clit, as he started to rub your knob intensely. The powerful overstimulation of him pleasuring your sweet spots was unbearable. Tears wouldn’t stop pouring from your eyes because of the extreme sensation of euphoria, making you cry out in blissful pleasure. Gun grew astray from his reality, as he got lost in his own wild thoughts after hearing those words come out from your mouth. The way you said that you only had eyes for him, played in his head like a broken record. Repeatedly, his mind replayed your words over and over again. Even how you confirmed your words to be true, Gun was addicted to those words. He was so drawn into them, that he couldn’t help but speed up his movements. His stamina was still good to go, as he continued to rashly buck his hips into you with every emotion he had inside of him. Behind you, you could hear how he was panting as well, trying to give you endless amounts of pleasure from the back. Forgetting that his hold on your wrists was now free, you still kept your hands on your ass cheeks behind you, as if he was still dominantly restricting you. Gradually, your mind and body became controlled by him, like invisible handcuffs that were restraining you from ever daring to think about anything or anyone but Gun in this very moment…

. . .

It has been a bit over an hour, and it was surprising that both your legs and your spirit continued to hold onto dear life over how Gun kept that steady, dictatorial hold on you. The sounds within the room held only the sounds of yours and Gun’s hot and heavy breathing. Your feral whimpers continued to broadcast themselves throughout the dimmed lit room, encouraging Gun to keep going every time he heard your irresistible moans. The two of you were unaware of the fogged up windows, which was caused from the intense breathing and body heat released from your intimate activity, along with the cold air from outside meeting with the warm air from inside impacting the glass to condense. But that didn’t matter to the both of you. Right now, it’s just you and Gun who occupied each other’s desires. Whenever Gun felt your walls starting to contract around his stiff member and when he heard your moans getting audibly louder, he knew that you were almost near your orgasm. However, he wouldn’t allow you to cum so easily. Not just yet. He loved edging and teasing you out, causing you to submit to his every will. He had to make sure that you never lose thought of who’s in charge here, by pausing midway deep into your pussy, causing you to whine in desperation for a release. Gun smirked at how needy you’ve gotten over his own actions, which resulted in him to land a hard spank on your ass. You yelped from the intermingling feeling of both pain and pleasure from his unexpected smack, as Gun leaned into your ear while whispering in a hushed voice, “Shhh… Be a good girl, and wait for it. I’ll make you cum in no time, if you do this little thing for me. I want you to say my name when I move again. Say it, nice and loud for me. Say my name, and beg for me to cum inside you. Can you do that for me?” As if lost in a hypnotized enchantment, you nodded obediently. Gun took that as a sign of understanding, in which he resumed the thrusts that your body favored so much. You could feel the friction of his dick fucking you remorselessly, speeding up in the process, gifting you that pleasure that you direly wanted. Doing as you were told, you moaned out his name while begging, “Ahhh, Gun~! Mmmm… Oh~ GUN~!! PLEASE… CUM… INSIDE ME~!!!” Gun’s hands slid down to your hips again to hold onto you firmly, now grinning devilishly at how submissive you’ve grown for him. “That’s it (Y/N), keep begging for me. Keep calling my name, like the good little slut you are~ You want me to fuck you into submission like this, right? You’ve become such a good girl, calling out to me like that. I just want to keep rewarding you like this. I bet you wouldn’t mind…” While complimenting you, Gun all of a sudden, felt your tight walls squeezed around his cock. He was confused for a second until he realized what that meant. Snickering in amusement, he teased in enlightenment saying, “My, my… Are you turned on from how much I’m praising you? Hah, I didn’t know you were such a slut for compliments. Maybe I should do that more, from now on. My lovely student deserves praise for being so obedient tonight. You even got me in such a good mood, so I’ll give you what you want~” An immediate burst of energy recovered inside Gun, as he gripped onto your hips, ever so tightly. His obscene movements instantly came alive, releasing all his sexual arousal at once. The rushed pleasure that you felt building up inside of you was like a tsunami gathering smaller bodies of water one by one. As you heard the vulgar sounds of your insides squelching due to Gun’s rapid pace in action, your vaginal walls began to throb, meaning that you’re coming very close to your climax. Gun could feel how good your pussy was starting to react around him, surrounding his entire length in very compressed squeezes, due to the destructive force of his own cock. While he plummeted his phallus consecutively onto your battered cervix, your heart began to race from the increased intensity of your orgasm rising and your aching legs began to shake.

Simultaneously, Gun felt his own rapture beginning to accumulate as well, making him strive for that sweet release with you. Finally, when you felt your insides about to burst, you called out to him, “Gun, I’m- CUMMING~!!!” Without hesitation, your body convulsed, specifically your cunt which exploded onto his dick so hard, causing a wet sprinkle of dirty body fluids to release down your legs. At the same time, you made Gun cum as well. When the sensation of heightened pleasure caught up to him, he gave one final push of his dick deep into your heat, as he filled every part of your insides with his warm milky cum. His length stayed there in your wet heat for about a minute, making sure that every section of your walls have been tainted with his own seed before he decided to pull out slowly with a very satisfied groan. When he pulled out, he watched as his own nasty liquids streamed out from your sore puss then down in between your legs with its stickiness. Gun never got tired of beholding such a beautiful sight in front of his eyes. The sight of his own seed being the only one worthy of filling you up with such brute lustfulness. It was so breath-taking, that he wouldn’t mind having another take of it, if you begged him to fuck you again. However, right after you came so hard, your legs gave up on you, as you dropped onto your knees from how tired your legs were from standing for such a long period of time. While breathing heavy, your feet were a bit swollen from how long you were wearing your heels when he was doing you from the back, withstanding the pain. Meanwhile, Gun crept up to you and caressed the back of your head tenderly, saying, “You kept your heels on like I told you to. Good girl. I give you permission to take them off now. From where we’re going next, you won’t be needing them anytime soon…” Tired, you took each shoe and threw them weakly over to the cushioned bench that stood right in front of the bed. The heated interaction that you had with Gun made your head spin from how hot your body felt, still feeling the tingling sensation in your private. Even when you just climaxed, you still felt warm inside and your heat was still throbbing in arousal. You didn’t know what to do about it. To make this feeling of insatiable yearning go away.

What… should I… do…? I can’t… t-take this… anymore…

Your mind had been distracted by Gun’s hand extended out towards you from the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you looked up at him as he said with a firm, “Don’t just sit there. Come on.” Willingly, you took his hand as he helped pull you up from the floor. After brushing yourself off from what was on that floor, you felt his hand temptingly lay his hand behind your back, tracing down your back by utilizing his fingers to lightly caress you from behind. Seductively, he played with the tips of your hair by twirling your thread-like strands around his finger while whispering to you with that mischievous grin on his face, “You’re always so obedient whenever you want me to ruin you, (Y/N). It’s always too predictable whenever you act so submissive when it’s only just the two of us, like this…” In between talking, he gave a slight sneer, before continuing on with, “…but I don’t mind. Weirdly enough, you make me feel some type of wa-”

That’s it… I can’t… take this anymore…

Without caution, you grabbed onto his hand that was toying with your hair behind your back, then led him over to the bed. Gun was taken aback from your sudden shift of control. When the two of you stopped in front of the side of the bed, Gun said in a suspicious tone saying, “Well this is unexpected. You’re not toying with me, are yo-” With an abrupt push, Gun landed flatly on the bed with his back impacting the mattress with a soft thud. His eyes widened a bit, at the sight of you getting onto the bed, now creeping towards him in a very alluring way. You crawled on top of his body, positioning yourself upright and now sitting on his lap. Looking at you strangely with squinted eyes, he asked in a distrustful way, “What are you trying to pull, (Y/N)?” You stared down onto his eyes with a gleam of aching desire for him. “I-I’m… I’m sorry… I d-don’t know… what’s happening… to me… but…” As you took one of his hands into both of your own hands, you placed his hand onto your chest, holding it there as your drunken self couldn’t hold your emotions any longer. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you… a-and I want… to…” with your cheeks flushed adorably, and your eyes teary with mixed embarrassment and longing, you pleaded to him saying, “…make you… feel g-good… too… so p-please… teach me… h-how to… do i-it… properly…” Gun stared at you for a minute until finally, he gave in. With a sigh, he smiled at you with a brand new look of admiration, as he said, “If that’s what you want, then fine. I’ll teach you. You’re really earning my praise here, today. How odd… Alright. First, before you satisfy me, you need to wet my dick first before putting all of me inside you.” Blushing wildly, you blinked a few times before Gun chuckled amusingly. “What? Did you think that I was just going to wet you myself, like how I usually do? If you want to learn how to pleasure me, then learn how to take responsibility first. Come on, hold onto my dick before you start sucking me off.” You gently released his hand from your chest, setting it down beside him. As your hand surrounded the base of his thickness, you scooted back from his lap as he rearranged his legs for you to crawl into the space in between his legs. Currently, you’re sitting on the mattress in between him while holding his phallus in front of you. You were now sitting on your knees, with your eyes now scanning down onto his whole entire length that’s way past the measurement of your hand. God, your eyes couldn’t help but take in how big his cock was. You were still surprised at how this thing managed to fit inside your small hole multiple times. Softly caressing those veins on the side of his member with your thumb… His light pinkish crown that made you salivate just by staring… His width that had a certain depth which made you feel so little… The extent of his manhood that got your core throbbing…

“(Y/N). Are you just going to sit and stare?”

Awakened from your dreary thoughts, you jolted upright to meet with his eyes, apologetically. Quickly, you got into position as you laid down flat on your stomach, to get your face leveled with his private in front of you. You pulled yourself up, closely for his cock to be able to meet the feeling of your mouth. Gun, who was sitting up straight with his back pressed up against a stack of puffy pillows, cautiously followed your movements. With your mouth nearing onto his head, you licked your lips before your mouth opened up to devour his tip. In a slow pace, you followed whatever you did from the last blowjob you’ve given him. Gun felt the sensation of your moist tongue finally meet with the crown of his shaft, circling him around his hole in such a hungry way. While holding onto his dick, you began sucking on the most sensitive part of his entire member, in which that section was his head. A husky groan was uttered from his mouth, causing him to draw his hand towards you, smoothing out your hair away from your face to make things easier for you. When you suddenly felt his gentle touch on you, your mouth released him with a bit of drool trickling down the side of your mouth. You asked him with worry in your eyes, “Am I doing… okay so far…?” Gun presented a slight nod, before gathering all of your hair into one hold from behind your head, so you’d concentrate at your job in front of you. Afterwards, he sat up with his abs flexing, as he went to wipe the saliva dripping off the corner of your mouth before laying back onto the bed again. “Yes, you’re doing fine. Keep going.” Just those words were enough to give you a confidence boost, which made you beam at him in joyful pride, knowing that you’re doing something right. Your mouth returned on his male sex, but this time, your mouth went farther down. Inch by inch, you took him into your mouth leisurely. Tears started to collect in your eyes, but you’ve resisted the need to gag from his huge size. That dewy-eyed look in your eyes drove Gun mad, as he wanted your mouth to reach the very bottom of his whole length already. However, he’s withstanding the urge to force you down onto him, for your sake. You wanted to learn from him on how to please him, after all. Right when your lips reached his balls, you felt his stub poke the back of your throat, causing him to hum in gratification. Already, you started bobbing your head in a rhythmic motion, while pumping his shaft into your hand. The speed of your mouth enclosed on his stiff cock transitioned from a slow, to a milder rate, with you now getting used to his size in your mouth. Gun huffed every time he felt your mouth suctioned around his phallus. The slobbering of your mouth on his member and the moans you emitted with his own heated sex organ was like listening to the most wonderful orchestra of all time. The tempo of the sound of his drenched private being devoured by you transitioned from adagio to allegro, as he listened to your improved performance. He was impressed by how well you were satisfying him, which made him recognize how you’re actually putting in effort into making him feel good. This brought out a sense of praise from him in which he murmured, “You’re doing so well, my dear student. I’m impressed at how much you’ve improved at sucking my own cock like that. You’re such a good pleaser, (Y/N). A very good slut, with a VERY satisfying mouth.” He smiled wickedly at the sight of you doing this all for him. As the sounds of your messy blowjob, and the continued moans of Gun’s contented bliss bounced off the walls of the bedroom, this only turned him on even more. Now tightening his grip around your hair from the back of your head, you took that as a sign that he’s closing in onto his own climax. Through a strong inhale through his gritted teeth, he hissed in pleasure, “That’s it (Y/N), don’t fucking stop until you take all of my cum inside your mouth. That’s it, good girl…” His addictive praises made your pussy flutter, making you speed up just to earn more of his sweet words from him.

The pace of your gawking gradually sped up, sucking him in with such intensity, that it led him to spill a few curses under his breath from how euphoric this feeling was in his nether region due to that blessed mouth of yours. Not only was there wet noises that filled the room, but also your focused moans on his cock had made Gun even harder every minute. He was beginning to believe that you’re actually talented in giving good head, due to how fast you picked up on learning how to pleasure him with your own mouth. Gun thought that your mouth must’ve been blessed by the gods. At least in this case, his view of you being a holy figure to him hasn’t ceased. At last, with one final suck and rub with your hand on his soaking manhood, your head dipped all the way down his length in which his head hit the back of your throat. As Gun felt himself already at the peak of combusting, he looked down at your scrunched up eyebrows and your whole teary-eyed caricature, which influenced his own dick to twitch in your mouth before exploding a huge mouthful of his warm sweet cum onto your tastebuds. You felt his discharge flow down your throat with one big gulp, swallowing everything that he had to offer you fully. With some of his cum escaping out your mouth and dripping down the extent of his sexual organ, you slurped up all of the dirty excess fluids on his veiny prong while pulling your mouth up from his sex. Without mentally realizing that you were gazing directly at him while doing so, Gun couldn’t resist those thirsty eyes of yours after you just made him cum like that. With such a glorious mouth, what else could you do with that tight wet pussy that he’s already craving for?

Right when your lips reached the top of his crown, they parted from his sensitive spot messily, causing left over saliva and mixed sperm to drip onto his cock and smear down the side of his sopping phallus. The blowjob made you tired from having to pleasure him yourself with your mouth, leaving you to breathe heavily for air while wiping the saliva from your bottom lip with the back of your hand. Gun chuckled at your fatigue as he teased, “Now, this won’t do. You’re already tired from just giving me head? Good grief, I might have to train you a bit more in sex if you want to satisfy me. I suppose, we’re done he-” Annoyed by listening to his words, you immediately got on top of his lap again but this time, you purposely sat on his drenched manhood and kept your own heat pressed onto him. Without saying anything further, you leaned your body onto him as your breasts met with his own sturdy pecs. You drew your face closer to shut him up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your tongue forcing its way into his mouth surprised Gun unexpectedly, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. Gun returned a kiss back as well, with his tongue now interacting with yours in a very greedy way. Surrounding your body tightly were his strong arms, one of them wrapping around your waist while the other one supported your back as the two of you fought for dominance during your intense make-out session. Moaning into his mouth, you gradually shut your eyes, as you were feeling the moment of passion emanating from the two of you. Gun felt your hand trailing up the nape of his neck while coursing through the back of his soft hair, entangling your fingertips deeper into his scalp. At the same time, he felt your wet cunt grinding against his knob, turning him on even more from your honest movements. The way you were working your hips onto his groin so freely like that made Gun sigh back into the kiss in insatiable hunger. Through your own power, you managed to bring back his bulge that was now throbbing with intense arousal. Hot and heavy breathing filled the air, making the both of you crave more of each other. Once he sensed your touches become needier for more, it made him ponder in his head about what was really going on with you. In all honesty, he never once thought that you were capable of acting like this. Was this really you? Or was this just the effect of the alcohol? He knew what liquor can do to a person once they’re no longer in their right mind. It either makes someone act illogically or it brings out their true colors. But even if you were in your right mind or not… he didn’t mind this at all. Actually, he didn’t expect himself to be so charmed by this side of you. Even though you were more assertive than usual, you were also more honest with what you wanted. Your body did all of the talking for you, and Gun was clearly aware of that. He recalled his previous sexual encounters with you, remembering that he always played the dominant partner in bed. But this time, you were topping him as if you have done it so many times. You were a natural in his eyes, even though it was your first time in control. Entranced by your seductive movements, Gun couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to dominate you at that moment. Oh, you had no idea how much he wanted to flip you over onto the bed and fuck you until you scream and beg for more. He’ll make you do it, and he knows damn well how he’ll break your mind for that to happen. However, he won’t do it. Not NOW, that is. Right now, he was at your mercy. At that moment, you were the queen of the bed, and you get to do whatever you wanted with him. Now that the tables have turned, it was up to you on what the next move shall be, and he’s willing to wait patiently just to be the good teacher that he is. The guide to your naughty little sex lesson, as your personal trainer.

Slurping noises were exchanged between you and Gun, as the two of you sucked on each other’s tongues in yearning. Just the sound of a sexy “Hngh…” or a “Mmm…” out of you was already making Gun’s insanity meter rise inside of him. He didn’t know how much longer it’ll take for him to relieve his sexual frustration once more, as he was on the edge of giving up his controlled behavior for you. He didn’t know if you were doing this on purpose to get back at him for the sexual escapade with you earlier, by the window. All he knew at that time was that whatever you were doing to him, was torturous. Fuck it, he thought. He could’ve had you right now if he wanted to, but that wasn’t possible in this matter. Damn. Fuck this-

Without giving any sign of stopping instantly, you pulled away from his lips while untangling your tongue from his. When Gun felt a dabble of your mixed saliva separate from him, he watched it fade before him which severed the connection of your lips from his mouth. Your hands then traveled back to both of his shoulders to support yourself from the feeling of dizziness that you felt after that heated kiss. He watched you tilt your head down panting, trying to catch your breath. Gun’s hand unraveled from your back as he gently grabbed onto your chin to angle your face up towards him. Gazing into your eyes with feral desire, Gun whispered lowly saying, “Are you even aware of how turned on I am, just because of your doing? You have no idea how much I want you so badly, (Y/N). So, you better not chicken out and prepare yourself. I’ll teach you everything you need to know in order to satisfy me. And while doing so…” he released both your waist and your chin entirely, before pressing his back more against the small stack of pillows acting like a pillar for him to relax on. “I want you to be honest with me. If you’re going to top me, then show me how much you wanted this and tell me what you’re thinking of. Be honest with me. No need to hide whatever you’re feeling either. It’s just me, after all…” As your breathing died down, your eyes gazed down at him while murmuring, “Gun…” With an attentive “Hm?” from him, your hands went for both sides of his face, cupping his face into your hands longingly. “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” Gun’s eyes widened in astonishment at your rare compliment, which was the first time he had ever heard you praise his physical features, especially the way you complimented his face and his natural hair. Gun couldn’t resist your heavenly praises either, as he pulled himself up with both of his tattooed forearms resting on both of his sides onto the pillows, to give you a tender kiss of appreciation. This kiss wasn’t rough compared to the usual ones he had given you. It was one of those unique slow and sensual French-kisses, that ignited a flame of passion inside the both of you. Your cores were already aching for each other, as you rubbed your heat onto his own. Gun was aware that even if you were supposed to be playing the role of the dominant sex partner in this scenario, he still had your mind in control, not being able to prevent your own body from acting on its own. This way, he wanted you to secretly submit to him, making sure that your mind and your actions are entirely truthful to him. He wants to know what you’re feeling during this moment, and he wants to know everything. Your hidden thoughts, your secret desires, and how much he means to you, like what you mentioned to him before starting this switch in sexual roles. “Manipulative” it may be, Gun couldn’t bother to think about the moral aspect of this goal of his. He just wants to confirm whatever is needed to be heard.

Messily retreating his lips from yours cautiously, he gave you a smile that was mixed with the feeling of adoration and a small sense of regret from having to scheme against you unwillingly, out of his own curiosity. “I just couldn’t help myself after hearing those words come out from your mouth. But (Y/N), are you certain about this? Are you willing to reveal everything about your thoughts and desires? You might lose yourself if you do. Then again, having my whore of a student cock-drunk over my own sex doesn’t seem to be a bad idea…” That teasing smile of his reappeared on his lips, which made your cheeks flush and your private to pulsate in horniness. Everything about him got your body in excruciating heat inside of you, causing you to excrete lustful juices from how turned on you were. Without hesitation, you placed one of your hands on his scarred chest as you moved your hips back and forth onto his crotch. In response, he let out a sexy groan, feeling his own meat getting special treatment from you continuously, with your dripping womanhood throbbing for him. “Gun… I-I… want you… badly… i-inside me… I can't… take i-it… anymore… so, p-please… teach m-me… h-how to… get r-rid of this… feeling… I’m… in d-desperate n-need… for y-your… g-guidance…” Just hearing you beg for him on your own will through your jumbled words resulted in more blood to flow down into his pulsating sex organ, leading him to sneer amusedly. “You dirty woman. Where did you learn how to pick such provocative words like that? You must be desperate, begging for me like that. What a smart girl you are, learning to take after your previous sessions with me so quickly without having me to make you beg for it. You never fail to surprise me AND turn me on like this. And you’re even working for it too? How greedy of you… but alright. I’ll finally help you, like how you wanted me to from the very beginning. I’m willing to keep my end of that deal, since you’ve been doing well so far, pleasuring me on your own. For now, get in the right stance by sitting on your knees. Your knees should be close to my sides. Also, your private part should be where my dick is positioned at. Well, you don’t need to do it at all. You’re already in that position, ever since you’ve been grinding on me. Good job, (Y/N). You’re such a very good slut~”

Gun smirked in between his instruction, listening in on your breathing that just hitched due to his generous praises, knowing that he got you where he wanted. “Now insert my dick inside of yourself. When you put it in, make sure to angle it properly. You don’t want it going into the wrong hole.” Hesitantly, you looked down at his hard erection that was next to your own throbbing private, then wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. As he watched you ever so closely, you felt his piercing gaze right through you, making your hand shake anxiously with him in your grasp. You’ve never done this before, so the thoughts of accidentally hurting him or hurting yourself made you a bit scared to do it yourself. From your panicked facial expression, he let out a laugh while shaking his head, covering his own eyes with his hand over his eyes at your nervousness which made him comment, “You want to take control, yet you don’t know how to even do it. (Y/N), you’re such a foolish woman. Look, just stick it inside of you. You’re already sitting on my lap anyways, and your knees are already at the right place, where my sides are. Then, go ahead and lift yourself up and get on your feet as if you’re squatting so you can properly put it in…” You felt both of his hands grab onto each of your ass cheeks, resulting in your blush to become even more noticeable than before. As he helped lift you up from below, you slowly picked yourself up on your feet in squatting position like what he informed you to do. His eyes was on your body, which was now hovering above him. With your hand still wrapped around his length, you felt your face getting hotter and your body starting to sweat due to how much you wanted to disappear from the overwhelming pressure. Wanting to do such a dirty thing to him, and yet you didn’t even know ANYTHING about how to play the dominant partner in bed. But you can’t take it back now. No… you wanted this, and you’re going to have to seek through this till the very end. Ultimately, you angled the tip of his cock onto your opening then carefully lowered yourself down onto his thick shaft. Gun observed you closely, as you did so. The way he watched you carry out the deed yourself, made him lose it. Just as you inserted his whole entire length into your needy pussy, had caused his private to solidify even more inside you, making your back arch in return. Once you felt his top bump onto your cervix, you caught yourself from falling backwards by placing both of your hands on his chiseled abdomen as you threw your head back in satisfaction.

In synced with each other, you and Gun spewed out a moan and a groan of mutual bliss, feeling how the two of you are now connected with each other again. Gun looked up at you with sincerity, saying, “Go on, (Y/N). Go ahead and ride me to your heart’s content. Move yourself, up and down on my cock, however you like. While doing it, remember… I want you to be honest with me and tell me how it feels. I want to know everything that you’re thinking of, and I want to hear what that pretty mouth of yours has to say. I’m permitting you to do whatever you want. To pleasure me, you have to learn how to pleasure yourself. Use my cock as your toy, and tell me how I feel inside of you…” With your incapable self still barely hanging onto your sanity, you gave an affirmative nod before you started moving. On the bed with your feet beside his hips and your legs still bent like a leap frog, you pulled yourself up while pushing onto his abs in the process, feeling his stiffness glide against your soaked walls. Gun inhaled sharply through his teeth from the feeling of his dick being surrounded by your juicy insides. Once you felt that most of his length had been released from the tight grip of your sex muscles, you spontaneously crash your hips down onto his robust package, giving his shaft a tight squeeze. As Gun felt your sticky walls coil around his wood, an attractive moan escaped through his lips from how good he felt you tighten around him. You even reacted in sweet enjoyment as well, moaning in satisfaction from the feeling of him occupying your tight hole once again. In an encouraging way, Gun informed you to, “Keep going…”. With a few dazed nods, you repeated that naughty action. Over, and over, and over again, Gun watched you bounce on his cock multiple times. He enjoyed the sight of you pleasuring yourself, and the nasty sounds of the swashing of your pussy being pushed apart by his own sturdy girth. The thought of your kitty being carved out into the shape of his penis was his motivation to keep his own gonad solid, just for you. With those attractive whimpers of yours, you moaned out to him saying, “Ahn~!Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” Breathing heavy from his sex heating up because of your riding, Gun’s mouth curved into a smirk while watching you play with yourself by using his own phallus as your own sex toy. Your words peaked his interest as he questioned in a fascinated tone, “Oh, is that so?” You nodded while humming in a pleasured, “Mhm, yes~! Th-that’s… right… Agh~ I’ve… a-always… been… m-meaning… t-to… say this… Ha~ t-to y-you…” Gun sighed consecutively in elation, as you felt both of his hands grip onto your ass cheeks from behind, while you continued your joyride without stopping. “And- Mmmm, shit… What is it that you want to tell me, (Y/N)?” Your intoxicated self may or may not remember this later, but currently, you didn’t care about the repercussions of your own actions. You were living the moment, and since you came so far as to come here with Gun, then it is now or never. It is impulsive of you to act so rashly than your usual self, but you didn’t allow your wasted mess to stop you from confessing to him. “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” Gun’s hypnotizing black orbs expanded in shock. He was left speechless without words, as he heard you moan out his name through an actual confession. It was like he was suddenly void of being able to speak. The gears in his head seemed to have stopped, as he was still processing the words that you just told him. He didn’t know how to even react to you, which made him feel frustrated. What should he even feel at this moment? Happiness, from your mutual feeling of interest? Relief, that you weren’t looking for anyone else but him? Annoyance, for catching him off guard like that at such an inappropriate time? Or frustration, for beating him first in ACTUALLY fessing up to him about your feelings to the point that it actually hurts his own pride?

With a conflicted look on his face, feeling the sensation of carnal desire still lit inside of him, he asked you, “Is that true? You’re not saying that just because you-” You interrupted him by heaving out a, “N-no, no…! Hahn~ Gun… I-I’m not… Ah~ lying… I d-do… like you…” Gun stared into your eyes, with an equivocal expression. He felt your speed die down, as you tried to maintain your soft bounces. “If whatever you’re saying is true, then prove it. Call me by name…” Your bemused eyes peered at him as you said helplessly in corporeal pining, “Gun~!” Gun returned a stern gaze, as he said more solemnly this time, “No, not that. I want you to call me by my other name. The one that only you were entrusted with… I gave you that name for a special reason, and I hope you can… actually… put it into good use…” For some reason, he seemed more apprehensive and hesitant to vocalize what he wanted. It was a bit of a bewildering scene, in which for the first time, you’ve never seen him look so vulnerable before with his cheeks tinted a bit red. You even witnessed the top of his ears turn a small shade of cherry as well. Even his dark voided eyes couldn’t seem to focus on yours directly, as his unusual demeanor tugged at your own heartstrings. It could have been your imagination, but frankly, this side of him was truly an abnormal sight to behold. It was similar to the time when you saw him genuinely smile for the first time, right when he gave you a compliment for improving so much after you finished training with him. However, from his adorably embarrassed state, how could you say no? Meanwhile, Gun couldn’t believe what he was requesting you to do. What the hell was he even saying? This was the first time he had ever asked someone to call him by his Japanese name, and that someone had to be the least expected person that he’d never thought in a million years would actually grow on him. Let alone, the person who was the complete opposite of him, was receiving special treatment from THE Jong Gun Park. Had he gone soft? This wasn’t like that one time when he allowed Eli Jang to go. No, this was surely a different case. His actions were so unlike himself. Hell, he couldn't even look at your eyes because of how he felt right now. Embarrassing as it is, he thought of how annoying it can be to have to reveal such an unsightly side of him to you. It even irritates him that he had to stoop to such a degree, for him to act so differently when it comes to you. Was it really because… he too… felt something for you…?

While still carrying on with your raunchy movements on his rod, your tipsy character desperately needed his attention back onto you. During this instance, you allowed your emotions to take control of your mind. Collectively, you missed his gaze that was focused only on you and despite your impulsive behavior, you still acted as you wished. You stopped his erotic treatment for a second with your body still trembling from the lingering pleasure that was residing down in your tingling cunt. With a confused expression now on his face, Gun turned his attention back towards you. His eyebrows knitted in betrayal asking, “Why did you stop, (Y/N)? I thought you wanted this.” Your tranced eyes locked onto his, staring at him for a long minute which felt like forever. Until finally, in a serene note, you said, “Yu… Yuzuru…” Gun’s eyes stared at yours back, now in shock. Right when Gun heard you call him by his hidden name, it was like his world stopped. Hearing his native name being called by you was like listening to the flow of a tranquil river. So soft, and peaceful. Like a flower flying through a summer breeze. A nurturer of some sort, whose calm voice soothed him, like so. The sound of his Japanese name being pronounced by your voice sounded so right to him. However, you took Gun by surprise as you started to move again on his cock, earning a pleased groan from him. This time, you rolled your hips around in a circular motion onto his cock. Experimenting with your movements, you felt for the right spots wherever his dick curved and angled, hitting your sweet spots. He couldn’t form any words on how to even react to you, basically playing with yourself, as he was left panting and sighing in pleasure at how far gone you’ve succumbed to an actual whore. The way you whined his name every time by crying out, “Yuzuru~!!!” resulted in his mind to go feral. Your pussy burned at the feeling of his own love-stick bulging in thickness inside of you from how horny you just made him. The wails that were released from your mouth made him want more. As Gun’s thoughts were shrouded entirely in lust, he thought of ways how he could make you call out his name infinitely. Contemporarily, he can’t wait any longer. Not like this. His hands greedily held onto your hips, forcing you to crash down onto his huge shaft just to resume what you were meant to do in the first place. Your eyes met with his in urgency, causing him to say, “Like I said before, I want you to be honest with me. ALWAYS. And I’m not referring to just- tch, fuck~… sex. You’ve been truthful about what you said. Now, it’s time to really prove your words. Show me, (Y/N). And prove to me how far you’re willing to go with this. I want to know where you stand…” Obediently, like the good little servant that you are, you rode his dick like there’s no tomorrow while heavily praising Gun to no end through your babble of whimpers. “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” Your worship towards him made Gun’s grip on your hips dig deeper, nails digging onto your sides as he felt a strong wave building up towards his breaking point. Inhaling sharply through his gritted teeth, he asked in a rushed way, “Khhh… what else?” Of course, you intoxicatingly rambled sweet nothings to him, continuing onwards with the elevated gushing. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” You slammed your own cunt even more aggressively in a repetitive manner, unaware of how you let your own heart drive your motor processing, gripping his cock more intensely as if trying not to let him go.

Gun was staggering to keep up with his own high, but when he felt your pussy surrounded his girth even more, he spewed ecstatic curses that made him heave for more of your selfish touch. So this is how it is for you to dominate him, he thought. Never in a million years would he witness something so unbelievably mind-blowing. Even if it was through sex, he had finally concurred that your pussy was the best he had ever had. However, as you shift your pace during your cowgirl riding, your hard pounding onto his shaft led Gun’s face to turn into a scrutinizing look, staring at you in puzzlement until he understood who you were referring to. He scoffed saying in a playful fashion, “(Y/N), you don’t have to worry about her since you were the one who scared her off. Besides, you’re amazing, for driving her off like that. I don’t think I’ve even batted an eye to seduce her, but even you can’t compare to her. Because you’re the most fascinating woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I must be lucky to have taken you in under my care, that even your heat is extravagant and I couldn’t resist~” Already bouncing on Gun’s joystick in the fastest way possible with an amount of pleasure gathering into a knot inside of you, a bit of saliva was drooping from the side of your mouth due to the unbearable euphoria. Your eyes were emitting a heightened sense of drunken desire, in which Gun loved to gaze into them. You least expected that compliment to come out of his mouth, as your pussy reacted to it by clamping around his thickness in such a tight hold, that Gun couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your sexual muscle was already at its tightest form, and with one final dribble of your hips, you called out, “Yuzuru~!!!!” before you plummeted down onto his blissful rod. Throbbing all over his length, juices squirted out of your sex and down his cock, in a feverish shudder. Feeling his swollen phallus jolt inside of you while hearing your sudden outburst, he finally pumped his sticky white load into your naughty private, for a second time with a deep heave. Worn out from your smutty solo, you collapsed onto Gun’s chest, shivering at the sensation of both of your bodily fluids mix together, feeling it stream down in between your thighs then further down Gun’s own ballsack. The creamy sensation of your creampie in your tight hole and the wet noises from even the slightest movement from your connected sex organs still got you searching for more through your insatiable desire. The same goes for him as well. With you still leaning against his body, he wrapped his arms around you tenderly. Afterwards, he sat up to take a peek at the mesmerizing aftermath of your sinful tango, with you still trying to catch your breath in his arms. Oh, how the mighty had fallen, Gun thought. He realized how you’ve become such a strong influence on him, that even he was spouting words that he usually doesn’t say to ANYONE. But finally, he had grown to accept that change. Your words for him was like a declaration of your devoted loyalty towards him, and it is time to repay you for it. It is time to show you how he truly felt about you and what he has to say about you. Because he too… also…

Suddenly, Gun’s experimental side was beginning to manifest itself. Looking down at your sweaty and worn out body, he asked, “Do you wish to service me like this for tonight? You know you can refuse, if you don’t want to do it anymore.” While trying to catch your breath on his chest, your ideas of pleasure had already filled your head, as if a sweet drug has been injected into your system. Your mind longed for another round of sex with Gun, as you finally decided to let go of your own sanity. You pleaded with your dewy eyes on him, “Please… t-take over… I-I want… to feel you… more… Yuzuru~” There it is again. The way you called out to him by using his actual name lit something on fire inside of him, which made him say impatiently, “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Without hesitation, Gun urgently sat up as you saw his chiseled abs flex, then wrapped his lean arms around your waist. Using his strength, he flipped you over onto his right side, crashing your body down onto the bed next to him. Right when the side of your body impacted the soft mattress, your eyes were now fixated on the reflection of your naked body laying down, which came from the closet door’s mirror right across from the right side of the queen-sized bed. Behind you, you watched as Gun got on his knees. Pumping his own thick shaft with his brawny hand, he demanded you to, “Get in position and face the mirror. Tonight, you’ll be witnessing yourself getting fucked by me. I’ll fuck you so damn good, that I’ll carve that image of you losing yourself to me in that beautiful head of yours. And I’ll ensure that when you wake up in the morning, you’ll DEFINITELY remember what happened tonight…” Without a fleeting thought about it, your body responded as you got on your hands and knees in front of the mirror like the good girl that you are. Gun positioned himself behind you with his right hand on your voluptuous ass, now rubbing his stiffness onto your wet slick, making you gasp in sensual content. Those pretty moans of yours made Gun’s eyes narrow in carnality. He asked, “Do you want me, (Y/N)?” You hummed in affirmation saying, “Mmm… yes, I… want you…” Gun leaned his body closer onto you, feeling his warm skin on your back while he continued to play with your lubricated entrance. He whispered into your ear from behind inquiring, “Am I the only one who you truly desire? No one else?” Now panting like a bitch in heat, your hands grabbed onto the sheets from his mischievous touch in your nether region, desperately crying out, “Yes, yes…! Gun, please-” However, once he heard you call him by “Gun” you felt the sharp stinging sensation of his hand impacting your right ass cheek. You yelped and arched your back in pain, from his harsh smack. The pain subsided into pleasure, which made your insides ringed inside of you from how good his hand was on your ass. The sight of Gun’s own red hand mark present on your ass cheek made his own cock swole from how sexy you looked beneath him. Arched back, ass up, and your head down low. Just the right position that he wanted you in, all broken in spirit and submissive for him. His eyes trailed up to the reflection on the mirror, and he wished that this dream-like view would last forever. In a primal tone, he commanded, “Say it properly. What’s my name?” Still recovering from the impact of his hard smack on your ass, you answered back in a shaky voice, “Y-Yu… zu… r-ru…” Gun chuckled slyly at your weak tone, as he enjoyed hyping himself up for the main course. "Good girl, I knew you had it in you." He continued on with his temptation, loving every response that you’ve given him so far while he toyed with you from behind.

“How badly do you want me?”

“Very… badly…”

“Do you want to be filled up to the brim, (Y/N)?”

“Yes… I do… Ah~”

“And who’s cock do you crave for?”

“Yours~! I c-crave yours… so badly… please…!”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~”

While rubbing his solid tip onto your folds nonstop, Gun could hear the nasty sounds of your moist opening, indicating that you’re prepared to receive his special package that you’ve been dying to feel. With one last glance at your reflection on the mirror, he could see your mouth hanging open, breathing out hotly in aphrodisia. Your eyes, however, were on your hands gripping the sheets, trying to endure your own sexual frustration by waiting patiently for his next move. To gather your attention at the right place, Gun tilted your head up with just his index finger below your chin. Right when your eyes met with your own eyes through the mirror’s reflection, Gun said in a low undertone, “Go ahead and take a good look at yourself in that mirror. Have you ever been curious about what you looked like, while taking my dick inside of you? Now, you get to finally see through my own eyes of how beautiful you look. Every single time you break, I get addicted to watching you go insane. It’s a blessing to see you tremble and moan because of my doing. I’m the one who claimed you in the first place, so I’ll show you how much… I think of you…” His face retreated away from you, but this time, he gathered your hair into his hands before throwing your hair off to one side of your shoulder. Caught off guard, you felt one of his hands fall on top of yours, grasping your hand from behind while you were still gripping the bed sheets. On the other hand, he grazed one of your breasts before taking one in his hand, playing with your doughy tit. Lightly, his fingers rubbed around your areola, gaining a faint whimper out of you. After that, he took your nipple in between both of his fingers then gave it a pinch and a light tug, inducing a more audible squeal. He loved witnessing your glorious reactions to his touches on your body, in which he cooed in your ear, "How does it feel, (Y/N)? Do you like it when I touch you like this? Tell me~" Gun's face lowered onto your shoulder blade, as he gave you a flirtatious gaze through the mirror, making eye contact with you while devilishly leaving wet kisses on your body. It made your heart beat restlessly that you could feel it through your ribcage. Seeing him make eye contact with you like that, he seduced a, "T-Touch me more, Yuzuru… It feels… g-good…", out of you. With a delighted reply, Gun gladly said, “As you wish.” While you felt his lips and his hot breath tickle your skin, he worked his way up to the nape of your neck. He murmured suggestively, "Mmmm… you're so delectable. Would you let me ravish you like this every night if we had the chance to do so? I wouldn't mind at all, if you’re honest me…" he chuckled to himself, listening in on your fastened respiration. He then instructed you to, "Just relax, (Y/N). I could hear your breathing from here. No need to be so tense…" His words weren't helping at all, as it only made you even more horny for him than before. Even that look of shady perversion in his eyes were only just mocking you through the glass.

Just the way this man was taunting you seductively through that shared reflection you had with him, made it seem like you were actually speaking to the Devil. As handsome as he was with his sultry voice, Gun could have passed as Lucifer himself. His attractive features, especially that wicked smile he had on his face, was so alluring that you couldn’t even resist him. The eyes that he bore were dark, but tantalizing to the eyes. Altogether, his strong influence on you made you revert into merely a mindless slut, but you didn’t care at all. You wanted him to ruin you in all possible ways, and you were willing to wait and find out what he had to offer you soon. Ongoing, you felt his lips now grazing your spine, bending himself over for you and angling himself to keep kissing your back without letting go of your hand. Gun wanted to keep the intimacy that you two had, and he was persistent in displaying more of his affection towards you, while making you submit yourself over to him completely. Overall, the stimulation that Gun was putting your body through was already enough for him to hear your whines which symbolized how you were near the edge of breaking for him. Oh, to stick his gigantic width inside you and to please you to the extent of sensuous extremities gets him very turned on. Gun kept his grasps on your hand, while simultaneously pleasing your other erogenous areas. His scheme of having to pleasure you three ways at the same time, made his multi-tasking so irresistible. How could he not resist doing this to you, if you were capable of displaying the most satisfying reactions for him? He decided to step it up with the foreplay, as you felt his tongue sensually lick your spine up towards your upper back, causing you to arch your back from the unexpected moisture. His hot breath from licking you made your body heat up, until he stopped at a certain spot near your right shoulder. On that spot, you felt his lips harshly press against your skin, coaxing a mewl out of you. “Ahh,Yuzuru~!” Your rapturous sighs initiated him to start digging his teeth onto your skin to suck on greedily. His sucking and his arousing touches on your core from his phallus, including his cunning fingers on your peaked nipples, didn’t help you at all. Even if you tried to regain your sanity now, he’ll only drag you down more into the deep corruption of lust. You were starting to grow impatient, as you whimpered, “Yuzuru, please… I w-want it n-now… I want your… d-dick… inside me now… P-please, give it to me~” Gun then shifted his attention to your caricature from the mirror. That helpless face of yours, with your knitted eyebrows, your watery eyes, and your gaping mouth expelling the lewdest of words out of your mouth made him snicker in satisfaction, enjoying every plea from you. Your words made him stop his marking on you, as he click his tongue in a chastising fashion, casting a caution from him. “Tsk, tsk, this won’t do. I can’t have my favorite student mooch off me like this. Careful now, (Y/N), you don’t want me to stop this, now do you?” A worried expression surfaced on your face, resulting you to shake your head in desperation. “N-no, no…!!!” Gun’s eyes then narrowed dangerously onto you, replying to your reaction with, “Good. Now be an obedient girl, and let me stamp you first. I need to let others know that you’re mine…”

For minutes that felt like long hours, Gun continued to mark your entire back with hickies. The sensation of his prickling teeth piercing your skin, along with the suctioned feeling of his lips imprinting your, once cleared back, turned you into a whore lost in disorder. Allowing him to continue to rub his erection onto your wet folds that were basically dripping down in between your legs, and granting him the chance to maintain his teasing on your breasted bud that remained currently firm, he had finally stopped marking you. As he drew his head back from the last mark that he created, he also stopped pleasing you from your other two sweet spots, releasing you from his trapped touch entirely. Gasping in recovery from the overwhelming sensations of his gifted pleasure for you, you have gotten tired from holding yourself up, so you your upper weight fell onto the bed to rest your head. While his eyes sank onto your gorgeous back that was now marked with his love bites, he then took his hand from yours and lightly skimmed his fingers down every mark he made, as if proudly admiring his own beloved artwork. You responded to his touch, that led you to shiver all the way down to your burning core. Done with his own inspection on your perfect body, his mouth curved to a fulfilled smile announcing, “Are you ready, (Y/N)? You must be exhausted, holding yourself up like that for a while. Well, no matter. That won’t even compare to how worn out you’ll be after I’m done with you. But first, turn around and face me for a second.” His imperial power over you felt like he was controlling you with a remote. The words that he used to command you to get up were impressive, as you turned your whole body around by crawling on both your hands and knees. Once you stopped in front of him, his eyes locked onto yours in an instant. Gun’s pitch-black eyes drilled onto yours with authority, as he angled his hips towards you, to meet eye contact with his hard wood, erecting with its veins and the intense smell of alpha male pheromones.

“Wet it.”

Eyeing his mouthwatering cock in front of you, no second was wasted at that point. Creeping up towards him, you took his dick in your hand and brought your mouth down to his balls. Intrigued by your movements, Gun watched you very intently, as you began to drag your tongue along his balls all the way up to the tip of his manhood, looking up at him directly with seductive eyes. He groaned in response from your naughtiness while watching his own private getting special treatment from you. Shit, the look in your eyes was driving him insane. Right after you’ve gone through his whole length, you opened your mouth widely before taking all of him in, to blow him down. The way your cheeks puffed due to his huge bulge as you inhaled his lewd scent, gets your pussy wet and anxious for him to enter your well-deserved heat. The sounds of slurping and sucking flooded the room, with the both of you sharing symphonic moans of sexual gratification. The eye contact that you two had was intense. You never dared to look away from his eyes, as you fooled around with his juicy meat in your mouth. While pleasing him with your blessed mouth, his breathing became more audible from how he inhaled piercingly through his gritted teeth, while exhaling hotly. Gun didn't want to get drawn in any further to your mind-blowing head, since he did say to just wet it. Briskly, you felt his hand land on the back of your head gently and grab onto a fistful of your hair from behind. With supremacy, he told you off saying, "That's enough." Your eyes were taken aback due to how he wanted to end your little blowjob session without giving him any release. However, you didn't feel hurt by his change in attitude. Cooperatively, you gave one last suck on his sex organ before steadily releasing him, ogling him with your innocent puppy-dog eyes while doing so. The slobber of saliva left behind on his dick made Gun shiver a bit, due to how well you used your mouth. His eyes punctured yours strictly, giving one final command for you.

"Spit on my cock then turn around."

The thought of finally getting your kitty pounded by Gun's godly girth got your core quivering in excitement, yet you did manage to follow his order. You sat up on the mattress, now looming over his saturated private. With one long stare at his dick, you spat on him, adding more of your dirty bodily fluids onto his mess of a boner. As nasty as it may be, Gun watched closely at your saliva oozing down onto his own rod all the way down to his balls, which made him pulsate in ardor. Straight off the bat, you reverted back to your dog-like position then turned around to face the mirror. Gun then arranged himself behind your ass, then propped his phallus that was bathed in your own saliva, right onto your sopping slick. He rubbed your filthy cunt back and forth, provoking lewd creamy noises to dance among your ears. A coy smile sketched on his face, amused by the scene of you wheezing below him. Eyes weak, and chest feeling heavy, you panted out his name, "Yu- Ha… Zu- Ha… Ruuu~" Your broken speech let out a smug jeer out of him. "Oh, my pretty little minx~ You want my cock, don't you? Ah, but don't worry. I'll give you what you want because you've been such a good girl. MY good girl… Once I put it in, I'll fuck your brains out, just how you like it. I'll turn you into a blabbering mess, that I'll leave you struggling to keep up with my words. I'll make you feel so good, that you'll only think of me. I’ll even get you so fucked up, that I'll drill my cock inside of you as many times as you want, just so you won't stop thinking about me. No one else should even occupy your mind, because they don't deserve it. Actually, they shouldn't even have the right to. Because tonight, I have decided… that I'll make you MINE."

Right after the last word that he omitted, Gun did not hesitate to shove his own cock into you with one forceful thrust, almost knocking you forward. As he felt his own gonad hit your border, your cunt gripped his hardness once again, exhibiting a thrilled groan saying, “Yes, fuck… you’re so tight~” In reaction to his roughness you winced in surprise, as you clung onto the sheets once more, gripping them tightly to prepare yourself for what's about to happen once he starts moving. “You better prepare yourself well, (Y/N). I won’t be able to stop myself, even if you want me to.” His hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling your ass much closer to his groin. Gun inhaled and exhaled deeply, readying himself to mess you up real good, alongside a feeling of a sudden rush of adrenaline that is now coursing through his veins. When he withdrew his hips from your ass, his dick sheathed out towards the gateway of your fanny, leaving only the tip of his male sex to be buried into you. As his private slid through your slippery vagina, you spewed out a groan due to how you enjoyed him stretching your elastic walls out. However he got right into the gist of things, when he slammed his own hips onto you, one more time, receiving a scream of delight from you. Gun’s face contorted to an insane expression on his face, as he repeatedly plunged himself deep into you. You wailed in glee, feeling his hard features grind against your vulva. The method that he was utilizing by rolling his hips into you got you clawing your nails onto the bed, enduring the immense sensation of euphoria. Gun was experimenting with your body, trying to find out what spots would make you scream the most, as he tried to dig himself deeper into you with various angles. Up, down? Left, or… “AH~!!!” You let out a shriek of ecstasy, when he found the right spot to hit, from behind. Once he found it, he reached around to the foremost part of your womanhood then began to tease your clit while he pounds you from behind. An irksome idea popped up in his head, which roused him to interrogate you as he bucks his hips sloppily into your messy pussy.

“My dear slut, how much do you think of me?”

“A-a lot…”

“‘A lot’ ? Hm… not all the time? Well, I’m about to change that. You don’t need to worry about it. Then… have you ever thought about me after our little sinful sessions together?"

“Mmmm~ yes~!!”

You produced a snicker out of Gun, in which he started to flick your clit even faster than before, bringing out a loud whine from your mouth.

“Is that right? Then, you must've had dirty thoughts about me, yes? I wonder… why is that? For someone who’s constantly mad at me all the time, you really longed for me, didn’t you? Is it because you felt the tension between us all this time? Or maybe, you’ve never felt anything this good before? Do I spoil you THAT much? How about if I spoil you rotten, would you be happy with that?”

As you watched Gun bang you from behind aggressively, you stared at your own reflection. Your facial expressions of twisted rhapsody made you wonder…

I-is that… really me…?

Gun noticed that you were observing yourself getting fucked by him, which made him chuckle diabolically.

“Look at yourself, (Y/N)… Look at how well that I’m fucking you. No one could ever please you, like I can. I’ve basically mastered how your body reacts to me, and you’re already aware of that. So, if this is what makes you even more attracted to me, then…"

You could feel his breath in your right ear, as his face approached yours even closer in proximity. So did his expression changed, as well. His eyes transfixed onto your feeble eyes, whilst whispering into your ear, as if he’d been dying to tell you this for quite sometime now.

“Stay with me, (Y/N). I know that we’ve always been countering each other due to some of our differences, but I can’t afford to watch you go to someone else. Ever since you’ve been by my side, I’ve grown accustomed to you being there with me. I can’t let you out of my sight… or, more like… I can't lose you. So instead, just be mine…”

Gun continued to push onwards with his powerful thrusts, you felt his speed increase little by little, unveiling that knotted feeling in your stomach, preparing for a hard orgasm. He too, sensed that you were close, feeling your gummy walls oscillate around his pleasure stick. However, he believed that this wasn't enough for him to help relieve himself from his desirable high. He needed more.

"Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?"

"Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!"

Gun hummed in satisfaction, probing you with, "What else?"

"I'm s-sorry… I think I'm… Hah… g-going crazy…"

He persisted by saying, "Come on, (Y/N). Don't leave me hanging here. I said, 'WHAT ELSE'?"

Panting, you delivered your idolization for him, proclaiming, "I… n-never felt… this way b-before… Yu- mmm~ zuru…! Y-you're… so- ugh~ s-so big… That you f-feel… so g-good… i-inside me… ahn~! I'm a-addicted to… th-the way you… m-make me… like this… I-I c-can’t stop… th-thinking about it… agh~ th-thinking about YOU~! I-I'm s-sorry… for being so sh-shame… less… I w-want to… HNGH~! F-FEEL YOU MORE… AHHH~!! I WANT TO CUM AT THE… S-SAME TIME AS YOU…!! P-PLEASE, DON'T STOP~!!!"

For a man who had experience in pleasing many women, his touch was so divine, that it made you worship his dick so devotedly. How ironic, he thought. To be told by many that he was a demon, yet you praising him made him feel very godlike. Like a supernatural being, that was unworthy of ever radiating holy light. There was nothing but a dangerous dark glimmer in his eyes, that made him so possessive over you. His unholy Ultra-Instinct eyes shined down onto your beautiful frail figure, admiring how degenerated you were. Up to the point of being in wailing ruin, he spouted assertive words at you as he said, “Don’t you dare forget your own words, (Y/N). If you do, then I’ll fuck you over and over and over again, until you remember those exact words that you told me tonight. I won’t let anybody take you away from me, and I won’t hand you over to anyone. No… I want you to feel me more, and scream my name… You better make it loud and clear, for everyone to know who you belong to…”

Struggling to keep yourself up from the pushy jabs of his steely sex weapon into your poor cooch, the intensity of pleasure inside of you skyrocketed, as you endured the ecstatic sensation of him rearranging your guts in a blistering fashion. From the reflection of the two of you exploitatively colliding with each other’s sweaty bodies, Gun couldn’t rip his eyes off of you, seeing your sleazy face so ruined, from his own doing. Your mouth hung open with your tongue sticking out, dry heaving in thirst, as if extremely parched. Your eyes rolled back into your own eye sockets, from how well his own beastly phallus was treating you, so fucking good. Goddamn, even while slutted out, you always managed to get him ambitiously wanting for more. However, he gritted his teeth in frustration, because of how unaware you were for your disobedience towards him. Irritated, he then said through clenched teeth, “I told you to fucking scream my name out. Promiscuous woman…” He removed his hand from your clit and with multiple spanks onto your ass, your upper body jolted up towards the ceiling, making you scream out in response to his strikings.

“Yuzuru~! AHH- YUZURU~!! ACK- YUZURUUU~!!! HNGH- YUZURUUUUU~!!!!”

The volume of your bellowing reached to its maximum potential along with your ass cheeks clapping onto his balls, the sounds of the bed creaking roughly, and its headboard hitting the wall countlessly, because of Gun’s back-breaking movements. With every curved puncture onto your g-spot, you continued to chant his name repeatedly with full amplification, almost to the point of straining your own vocal chords.

Focused, Gun returned his hand to its initial position on your hip. Both of his hands pressed further onto your sides, as the buckling of his hips became even more monstrous than his previous thrusting. You took him by surprise, as you yelped while scratching your nails down onto the mattress in unbearable ecstasy. You kept going with your sweet chimes, making him murmur in an oppressive tone.

“Motto… motto… motto…” [もっと… もっと… もっと…]

Both of your dirty bits heated up during sexual friction, twitching and throbbing against each other. Gun felt his own hips tensing up as he now felt the desire to climax into you. With one final push, he gave an impregnable shove into your tight slushy pussy using his quivering member, coating your inner vaginal fortitude with his hot sticky cum, which ejaculated inside of you. Meanwhile, when he knocked his crown onto your cervix, your vagina vibrated around his stiffness, releasing your naughty cum on his drenched thickness. Sweating and fatigued from both of your shared efforts, your upper body fell flatly against the bed, with your ass still suspended up in the air. You were still pornographically connected to him until he finally decided to carefully recede himself from you. He watched as your cunt made one final attempt to hold onto his length, as your stretchy walls gripped onto him until it finally released him entirely. Damn, a pussy that gripped was no joke, he thought. The sloshing sound of releasing himself from within you made yourself curious. From between your bent knees, you peeked upside-down from underneath yourself to see his cock bouncing out from inside you after filling you up with his white seed nicely, piquing a soft moan from you and a hoarse grunt from Gun. As you can see from the outcome, you watched as your intermingling juices wriggled its way out of your womanhood and down your legs, dripping down towards the linen cloth of the bed.

While still trying to recollect yourself from your third round of sex, you breathed out in a controlled way. Despite you still laying on the bed with your rear still hanging in the air, you suddenly heard Gun said from behind you, “(Y/N), come here.” In an instant, you felt his tatted arms surround your waist, pulling you back up and onto his chest. Your face began to blush in an unsightly amount of red on your cheeks, as he laid himself back onto the pillows while allowing his chest to act as a cushion for you to lay on. Hesitantly, you snuggled up onto him while wrapping your arms around him in return, for a full embrace. Looking down at your tired face, he tucked some tresses of your free hair behind your ear and smoothed out your long locks for you gently, patting your head in the process. His soothing touches made you relax in contentment, unintentionally lulling you towards a deep slumber. Bringing your own body closer to him, you pressed yourself up against his naked body by using him as your pillow. Curious by your need for intimacy, Gun looked down at your drowsy state, nuzzling your own face onto his chest very cutely with your eyes now closed. His eyebrows then furrowed in disapproval, warning you by claiming, “Hey, (Y/N). You better not sleep now! We still got a lot of time left for me to-” As you sighed onto his chest, Gun was taken by surprise due to you saying these four words…

“Gun… I love you…”

Gun’s eyes magnified greatly, at your unexpected words, in which his gaze softened. His eyes dilated unknowingly with sweet passion, but little did you know, they had a hint of pity in his eyes. He grazed down the side of your face with the back of his hand, staring at you in a conflicting demeanor, resulting in him to whisper to your sleeping figure.

“You’re cruel, (Y/N). I have no idea what I should even do, with a woman like you. You fell in love with ‘Jong Gun Park’, yet you have no idea who I really am… Would you still ‘love’ me if I tell you who my true identity is…?”

As he held your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb across your cheek back and forth, he beheld your lucid condition affectionately like a love-sick puppy. For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of the words that he told Daniel Park that day…

It was better than the best night I had with any woman.

Was it really though? Feeling how ridiculous he now felt due to how he effortlessly said those exact words to Daniel Park, Gun snickered, never imagining that he could have a “change of heart”, as people like to call it. He sighed before bringing his lips onto your forehead fatuously, before mumbling to himself, “Sorry Daniel Park, but I was mistaken. This IS the best night I’ve ever had with a woman. And this woman, is… all mine.”

With those humane thoughts in Gun’s head, he decided to forgive your sleepiness for tonight. His exhausted eyes began to slowly shut themselves, which led him to cradle you deeply into his arms. It didn’t take long for him to follow you as well, as his eyes slowly shut to drift off into a completely relaxed sleep.

[End of Ch. XI]

[suitepea]

Kinda long, sorry. But I love knowing things like these.

10 11 14 18 21 28 30 34 38 51 62 72 73 75 81 82 84 89 91

Omg that’s so many 😂 this was a fun afternoon activity. Thank you

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Uuuh yeah. Just once. When I was 18 but still living at my mom’s house, I was on a video call with this super sexy fat guy and we were masturbating together. My mom busts into my room to ask me a question and I just JUMPED out of bed completely naked and shut my computer lol. I think she was kind of embarrassed so she left quickly and didn’t see what exactly I was doing, which I am forever grateful for 😅

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Fun fact about me: I own, like, 30 pairs of the same cotton granny panties and that is 99% of what I wear. I have like 5 pairs of Super Special Sexy Panties that I only wear on special occasions, so I don’t have a ton of options. That being said, it’s probably the lacy black thong that goes with my favorite lingerie set.

This isn’t the best picture to show off the panties. I’ll have to take another one sometime for you

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Honestly, giving. My clit is super sensitive and I often find cunnilingus is too intense for me. It’s hard to get that balance of gentle and satisfying. I’m kind of a submissive person anyways, so it works. Plus, giving head puts my face closer to belly (and therefore closer to god).

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

Not opposed, but I’ve never done it (unless lingerie counts). Depends on what we’re dressing up as too. I think I would look pretty good with a pig snout and ears 🐽

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

Short answer, yes. I have had many threesomes, and a handful of foursomes too. They’re lots of fun. The more the merrier :)

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Belly 🤤 isn’t it obvious?

There’s so much to love about men’s bodies though. I would struggle to name a second favorite.

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find

This is a difficult one because I don’t really have a lot of “secret” objects. Like if my grandma found my vibrator or something I wouldn’t care. I would probably have to say my diary from when I was in middle school where I used to write about the anime characters I was dating. That would be kind of painful to know someone read it lol

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience

Honestly fucking anything delicious! I feel like sweets are inherently sexual, so maybe those. At the same time I would be so turned on watching my partner crush a couple burgers. All of it please!

38: Best sexual complement you ever got

Hmmm this is a hard one. There’s no one compliment that really stands out in my mind. I’ve been told I give great head. I’ve been told I have a nice ass. Among other things.

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

Peas, but only because I hate them lol.

Other than that I’m not sure. There are probably lots of things I’m not thinking of.

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

Hahaha see first question. Yes, I have been known to masturbate for people I really like. It’s a form of intimacy I really enjoy

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Yo honestly my back and neck are extremely sensitive. My back more so than the average person I think. Back rubs alone are like a near-orgasmic experience for me. They feel so insanely good. Please rub my back.

And belly, of course 😁 The answer is always belly.

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Can I say belly again? Lol

I guess pussy is the only real answer here? More specifically I like being fingered. If you can find the g-spot then we will get along super well lol.

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

Yes of course :> I love to flirt

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

Yes, I love degradation. But if you want bonus points, make it fat-shamey. Being called a “slut” is fun. Being called a “pig slut” is perfection 👌🏻

82. Are you into any BDSM?

Yes :) My fiancé and I have a big bag of fun toys. If you ask nicely, I’ll show you some pictures of me in bondage. I haven’t posted them because they’re a little raunchy and I’m not trying to lose my blog lol.

84. Do you like dirty talk?

So much. It’s one of my favorite things. I love a partner who’s good with words. It’s a super valuable skill to me that I often struggle with myself

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

I guess so? Haven’t we all? Sometimes one of us is tired or not in the mood so the other has to fend for themselves. Sometimes we’re both horny but too tired to fuck, so we masturbate beside each other lol. It’s not really something I fret about. I see it as a normal part of a relationship.

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

I have. My best friend and I have actually hooked up and had threesomes quite a few times in the past. She’s in a monogamous relationship so we’re just regular friends right now

[eatommo]

Regalia [d.d]

cw: fully clothed vs naked, helmet comes off, PRIMAL PLAY, cat and mouse, themes of stalking, smidge of brat taming, praise kink, pinv, mando'a, unprotected sex, use of restraints, sensory deprivation, pussy eating (from the back), cream pie, Din is also a big softy but won't admit it per usual

a/n: Hello! This might be the nastiest thing I've written for Mr. Din can, I did get a Frank/Matt/Reader request that I am working on so if you see this anon I haven't forgotten about you I promise! As always like/reblog even feel free to message me! I don't bite I promise. This is also loosely inspired by some of my favorite authors who inspired me to come back to writing, and being this is a little over a one year anniversary for this blog I just want to say thank you to these @pastafossa @no-droids @absurdthirst @wardenparker (and many others in my near dead brain) lovely people who contribute so much to my life in so many ways <3

wc: A brief but nasty 2k

You don’t know if it’s his elevated tone or his body language, but you know that he is irritated.  His shoulders are tight, and his posture is iron as you storm up to him, feet thundering and kicking up blizzards of snow with each step.

“Which one of you decided that the inside of the Cave was a good idea?” You pointedly speak at the wall of metal in front of you, knowing that he’s just as irritated as you are. “Because I will be lucky if I get out of here with the tip of my nose.”

 “The kids' ears are turning grey.” He retorts body only growing stiffer as you retreat to the safety of the crest. “So don’t act like you’re the only one suffering.” 

 You glance down at the hovering pod, the baby sound asleep but his forehead scrunches as if deep in thought.  You feel slightly guilty, you don’t know how good beskar is at keeping him warm but you’d imagine there’s a good chance Mando is uncomfortable as well. “Yeah, well maybe if you actually listened to me instead of insisting on finding a bounty that’s probably  buried in permafrost.”

 “I’ll remember that the next time you ask me to get you caf in a marketplace. Credits don’t come from hyperspace.” His tone is as biting as the wind.  “I’m getting real sick of your attitude.”  He turns his head real sharp, not a hitch in his strong pace, “How was I supposed to know the fob would lead us to the wrong place?” 

You grit your teeth biting back an angry retort as you gaze into the blank slate of his visor, “Maybe you’re just losing your touch.”  Putting on a false sense of acceptance in your voice is the best way to get under his skin, and for just a beat of your heart, your resolve falters as silence falls between you.  Did you go too far? He’s the least deserving of this attitude, you know that.

 “Okay, once we get off this hellscape I’ll show you just how good my touch is sweet girl.”  His cadence immediately washes away the smirk on your face and kickstarts a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. 

Oh. 

Oh no.

You’ve never seen so many trees. There are groves upon groves of thick-rooted trees that have practically slowed your head start to a literal crawl as you duck down into a crouch.

Even with a late start, he’s seemingly tracked you down in what feels like a matter of minutes. The unmistakable heavy steps crush leaves and debris as he snakes through the ravine, getting closer and closer as you do your best to stay quiet. Your breath comes quickly as if the atmosphere is thin.  He’s instructed you to run, not to hide, but fear is creeping up your spine and you scramble to find purchase after the footsteps fade away.  

There’s a brief moment of relief, as you approach a brook, hoping to use it to disguise your trail. You remove your clunky beat-up boots and step into the clear, surprisingly warm water.  You take a few steps across the sandy bottom of the creek, the unusual feeling of wet sand between your toes grounding you at the moment with a smile and a small laugh.  

The lack of cover doesn't even occur to you until it's too late, just a flash of silver in your peripheral and you're launching yourself downstream,  soaking the thin fabric of your pants.     

His footsteps grow louder until they sound like they're tearing down every tree in his path to get to you.  You divert your path, deciding to truly make a final break for it, as you drop your shoes on the bank.  You climb over roots that are taller than your hips and duck under any that you can fit beneath, but the further you get away from the water the more tangled and frequent the trees become.  

Swearing under your breath, you find purchase on a branch, testing its strength before using it to help bolster your other leg over the root.  The hair on your neck stands straight as a flash of red light shatters the branch you're using to support yourself, sending you back to the ground firmly.  You feel the muzzle of Din’s blaster nuzzle into the small of your back.   

“Easy.” Your breath is coming in pants, and your heart is racing out of your chest, does he expect you to fight? But again his voice runs down your spine, calm and his breathing even, “Do I have to restrain you? Or do you think you're ready to surrender?” 

You chew on your lip, the longer you hesitate the harder the blaster digs into your back, and you begin to feel the weight of his body trap you to the root. The wood is surprisingly soft under your palms, “I yield.” 

You feel the sound before you hear it, a great and deep rumbling in his chest of pure satisfaction, of possessiveness, like a vulptex guarding their catch.  “Good.” 

There's an increasing amount of pressure on your body, shoving you until you're practically bent in half over the wood and he’s pulling your hands behind your back.  You feel the weight of something encapsulate your wrist and then the other before you can even protest your wrists are bound tightly together behind your back.  You stammer in surprise “I said I yield.” 

“I know, this is more for…” The vocoder cuts, and you wonder if he’s turned it off or even changed his mind before the next weighted words settle deep in your core, “leverage.” 

Your body involuntarily shutters, fighting the urge to moan as he begins to strip you from your clothes.  “This is what we were doing?”  Confidence suddenly bolstered by the neediness in his movements, practically tearing your trousers down your legs.  “I could’ve been naked this whole time.” 

He’s practically growling over your shoulder, as he tosses his gloves onto the thick branch, “Next time.” He uses his knee to nudge your thighs apart and plants a hand on the wood next to your hip lining himself up, you wince in anticipation knowing the stretch will be painful.  

Instead, you heard a curse, and his body’s warmth is gone for a moment, all you can listen to is metal on metal as he tears the rising phoenix from his back, and he takes the cape from his shoulders, and lays it on the wood beneath you in one fluid motion.  

Kriff, in the heat of a chase and what's likely going to be the roughest fuck of your life, he’s still worried about the roughness of the wood on your soft skin.  Under your breath, you mumble a quick “Thank you.” that he dismisses with a soft caress down your spine. 

He feels the tension in your back beneath his palm, as frantic as the need to fuck you is and his normal urge to make it hurt just a little bit not waning, he is aware of just how big his cock is and decides to drag this whole charade to both of your wit's end.  “Eyes shut for me C’yare.” 

It’s usually unlike you to do as told, but there’s a cutting-edge of a promise in his tone as if he is trying to encourage you to comply for your own benefit.  So you do, and in an even more unlikely turn of events, you hear the hiss of his helmet unlatching. Before your scrambled adrenaline-riddled body can even comprehend what's happening it is being lowered over your head.  Barely cracking an eye open you realize your vision is null, there is nothing but black for your searching eyes to find. 

Your heart beats away in your chest, and the thrill of being caught is now only amplified in a different sense.  You begin to wonder why he decided to take this risk when he is usually so careful, so painstakingly stubborn, but then his hot tongue licks up the seam of your core.  You curse, his stubble is rougher than usual, and it tickles the back of your thighs, as he tortuously licks into your slit, drinking up each bit of arousal he earns.  

“You’re so beautiful for me.” He uses his fingers to separate your lips, displaying the flushed skin of your cunt to his visor-free eyes,  “Mesh’la.”  He plants a single lingering kiss on your clit, letting his nose nuzzle against your entrance teasingly. 

 Your knees buckle as you picture yourself laid out for him, pathetically draped over a root and grinding back on his face naked and desperate, while he is dressed in his full regalia, minus the helmet that he places so trustingly upon your head.  Swallowing a whine, you start to rock your hips against his mouth in a silent plea for something, anything.

In contrast to his profession, he can be incredibly gentle, at least in the beginning.  He suckles and licks at the supple skin of your pussy, coaxing pleasure out of your body with a languid accuracy.  

The sudden change from running for your life to being walked to the edge of orgasm is enough to give you whiplash.  “You’re doing so well for me.” You know he likely can’t see you but you nod anyway, the praise coming from right against your skin as if he can’t bear to leave your pussy for a breath.  “Cum for me so I can take my prize,” Another lingering kiss,  “Sweet girl.”

You continue to rock your hips against his face, and he nuzzles deeper sucking your clit into his mouth and shaking his head back and forth, gently but with haste you can feel vibrating through his own body.  Your climax all but wrestles you to the ground, knees giving out as you practically sit back onto his face, riding the waves of the orgasm with shudders and cries. 

Unable to stop himself he nips at the curve of your ass as he stands up, his cock heavy in the flight suit and weeping against his much cooler skin.  You take the moment to try and catch your breath, chest heaving and body still vibrating more than you ever thought possible. The smell of him is surrounding you thanks to his cape, barely making it past the helmet's defenses.

He’s lined up at your entrance within a matter of moments, whatever patience and grace he’s shown you thus far is gone as he plunges his thick and painfully hard cock deep, striking up another fire in your belly.  

The plates of beskar adorning his thighs dig into your skin, undoubtedly leaving bruises for him to apologize for later, but the pain only adds to the delicious resonating pleasure with each punishing thrust of his hips.  You can hear the root of the tree creaking with his efforts, threatening to break with each slap of your bodies joining together.  The pace is inhuman, he’s fucking into you like he wants you to lose the ability to walk, scrubbing so deliciously against that spot that makes you see stars.  Then he remembers the cuffs. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and wraps tight around the link joining your hands, he starts tugging you back onto his cock with each thrust, fucking deeper than you ever thought possible.  

You start to clamp down around him, and as your body goes limp against him he growls, hunching down to bite on your shoulder.  The cool shock of his chest plate mixed with the feeling of his teeth in your skin is enough to send you barreling over the edge.

The feeling of your pussy baring down on him draws that delicious tingle at the base of his spine up until his brain and his endless praise are scrambled with the white heat of his orgasm.  His hips stutter a few more thrusts, as he pumps ropes of his hot cum deep inside your pussy.  

He manages a loose fist against the log so that he may trail some kisses down your back and across your shoulders, it’s not often that he gets to have these moments with you, “Eyes closed again C’yare.” 

In the afterglow of your orgasms, he gives you the most gentle and loving of kisses on your mouth, before he returns to being the iron-clad hunter you’ll never doubt again.